As for Mograini...... Arthas knew that although he must not have slept comfortably in that driver's seat, it was impossible for the paladin to come to the carriage, so Arthas did not open his mouth. But Winlesa could sleep in the carriage, Arthas thought, as he lifted a food basket, opened the door of the carriage, jumped down, wrapped a few pieces of bread and baked ribs in a napkin, and placed them on the edge of Mograine's driver's seat, probably because of his late lunch and his eagerness to rest. Arthas knew that even if he was hungry in the middle of the night, he would not enter the carriage to get food, so Arthas decided to prepare the paladin in advance.

Carrying only the usual food basket, Arthas left the carriage and went to find Winlesa, who had not yet eaten. Winlessa was sitting on the ground with her back to the carriage, her legs bent, her knees hugged, and her head looking up at the blue moon that had just risen.

"Wen Lessa, you can eat something!" Arthas turned to Weinlessa...... Placed the food basket beside Wenlesa. "Ah......" Wenlesa seemed to be startled by the sudden appearance of Arthas, and said with some embarrassment, "No...... No, I've just finished eating...... "Winlessa felt a little shy - is this little / lust / ghost feeding herself like a pig? ,…,

Arthas smiled, pretending not to see Winlessa swallowing her saliva, and sat beside Winlessa very gracefully, supporting her body with her hands behind her back, and also looked up at the night sky, and did not speak for a long time. Wen Lesa quietly took out a piece of roast meat from the food basket, and regardless of whether her hands were clean or not, she took a small bite and took a small bite, neither of them spoke, and the atmosphere became quiet in the blue and white moonlight.

"Wenlesa, are you homesick?" Arthas asked suddenly. Wen Lesa hurriedly swallowed the little piece of meat left in her hand into her mouth, chewed it hurriedly, and wiped her hand on her leather pants without caring for the image. Then he replied, "No." There is no one in my family anymore, Sister Sylvanas went to Silvermoon City, Sister Aurelia is in King Lordaeron City, I used to live in the Ranger School, that home is empty, what is there to think about. ”

"Huh? What about your parents? Do you have no other relatives? Arthas asked with some curiosity - although he didn't know much about the social system of the High Elves, he at least knew that because of the long lifespan, there would be many, many living relatives of this group of Quel'Salas.

"My parents...... There is also a little brother, both of whom were killed by orcs not long ago. Wen Lessa's face darkened a little, and she replied in a low voice. Yes...... I'm sorry. Arthas wanted to say something to comfort the High Elf girl, but found that his words were so weak that he could only apologize. ,…,

"It's okay, Arthas." Although it was evoked nostalgia for loved ones. Winresa still smiled reluctantly, and in turn comforted Arthas. After a moment of silence, Arthas suddenly asked, "Winlesa, if your parents can be resurrected...... Can you take them? ”

Winlessa was stunned for a moment, shook her head and said, "How is this possible......" Arthas interrupted Winlessa and insisted, "If, I mean if." Wen Lesa looked at Arthas's face with some concern, and felt that it was not the little / lust / ghost she knew in front of her.

"I'm sorry, Arthas, I don't understand...... What do you mean by resurrection? Is it to turn back time? My parents are at home intact waiting for me to come home for dinner? Of course I do! Weenlesa decided to follow Arthas's words.

"No...... Not intact. They're still dead, it's just ...... It's just that they come back to you. Arthas repeated his own meaningless words. Wen Lessa's eyes could not hide the look of worry, and after hesitating for a moment, she still said what she really thought in her heart: "Arthas, what are you talking about...... Necromancy? ”…,

Although she doesn't have the talent to become a mage, arcane arts have penetrated every corner of the High Elves' lives, and Winlessa is no stranger to these spells, spells that can bring the dead back to life...... Then there's only necromancy. Arthas nodded and said, "That's right, it's necromancy." ,…,

Wen Lesa snorted - although she guessed, she didn't expect that this little human boy really knew such a thing. Winlessa became even more worried—in the limited records of any mage who studied necromancy, whether human or High Elf, had never escaped madness...... Or the fate of being sanctioned by other mages joining forces. This little boy ...... How could a prince on a high level care about these things?

Arthas was actually stimulated by Thrall's death, which made him think about something much later. Frost's sorrow must be immortal, Arthas can be roughly sure of this, but what about himself? The lifespan of human beings is only sixty or seventy years, and after that, what will happen to them?

In the original flow of time, Arthas became a death knight, so naturally he didn't have to think about lifespan, but now, he has made up his mind to stay away from that identity, then, in a few decades, he will leave Frost Sorrow forever? This is unacceptable to Alsace. At the same time, he also knew that Frost Sorrow could not accept this, and his only fate was to be turned into a death knight by Frost Sorrow, always by her side - this is a matter that Frost Sorrow will never back down, even if Arthas tries to dissuade her. ,…,

At the same time, what frightens and worries Alsace is that the longevity of human beings is really ...... It's too short, and the human body is too fragile. Thrall, who would have become an orc chieftain, was only stabbed a few times. He died in a fortress next to a small outpost, and faced the fate of being tortured by the orc-hating humans.

And what about yourself? Protected by Frost's Sorrow, Arthas wasn't worried about dying in the wilderness like Thrall, but what about his father? What about your own teachers? What about your sister? And what about Gianna? Even if he doesn't die acutely, decades later, or even more recently, more than ten years later, when his father is dying, will he lose him again?

If he were still the hot-blooded human prince, Arthas would not be able to do anything but grieve. But now, he has the means to bring the dead back to life. Arthas wondered if he would be able to resist the thought of resurrecting his father if he left him.

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