When it came time to resurrect Drake, Arthas didn't hesitate in the slightest, and he could even be so leisurely that he let Drake make his own choice, because what he did was only out of sympathy for King Dalein, and he and Drake really didn't know each other very well. But it was changed to his father, to his teacher Uther, and to Gianna...... Just a little thought, Arthas has no way to continue to face it calmly.

Arthas didn't realize that his expression was a little hideous and terrifying. Wen Lesa couldn't help but move a few times to Arthas's side, gently shook the little prince's hand, and said softly, "Arthas, you think too much. Arthas struggled out of the tangle and looked at Winlessa suspiciously.

"I don't know why you're asking such a question, Arthas." Wen Lesa whispered comforting words, "But I'll tell you my answer." In fact, it is not up to you, or me, to accept the return of a deceased loved one to us...... It's about whether they can accept it themselves. ”

"Themselves?" Alsace was at a loss. "Yes, that's right." Wenlesa continued to play the role of her bosom sister, "Of course I would be happy if my parents, and Lilas, could come back to me, whether they were alive or dead, it didn't matter. But what I care about is whether they will be happy or not. If they don't want to be like that, then I don't want them to be like that; If they are able to accept ...... Then even if I am a little uncomfortable, I will respect their choice. ”,…,

Ever since they joined forces with humans to fight trolls thousands of years ago, the High Elves have become a lingua franca among themselves, especially among the inhabitants of the lower classes. The lingua franca is very similar to the Salas originally spoken by the High Elves, and no one knows why. However, the sentence structure and words of the lingua franca are simpler, so it is very convenient in daily life.

Wen Lesa has been speaking the lingua franca since she came to Arthas's side, but she is now a little worried about the state of Arthas, speaking this language that is not her mother tongue after all, the meaning expressed is a little confused, but Arthas still understands Wen Lessa's words.

Winlessa's words didn't solve anything, and Arthas knew that if he proposed to his father and Teacher Uther to give them eternal life by becoming necromancy, they would be rejected—after all, both were staunch believers in the Light.

However, Arthas did not expect any answer from Wenlesa, the struggle between life and death, and despite Drake's choice, the reality is the same as in Medivan's play Hamlet. No one can really see through it, and Arthas just feels it and confides in his inner troubles. ,…,

Even so, Arthas was very grateful to Wen Leisa, he gently broke free of Wen Leisa's small hand, stood up, smiled heartily, and said, "I understand, Wen Leisa, thank you for your comfort. I'm going back to the carriage, so be careful. ”

With that, Arthas nodded to Winlessa, and turned away—in fact, a true gentleman, under such circumstances, should decisively take over such a task as the vigil from the lady, and at the least of all, should accompany the lady through the long and dangerous nights.

However, Arthas could only say sorry to Winlessa, because the window of the carriage had been opened, and Arthas could imagine the angry and ruined look of Frost Sorrow - he left her alone in the carriage and ran here to chat with Winlessa, and Frost Sorrow did not kill directly, which was already very surprising to him. …,

After Arthas left, Wen Lesa resumed her posture with her hands on her knees, but this time she did not look up at the moon in the sky again, but rested her chin on one of her knees, frowned, and muttered, "This little / lust / ghost, a little serious, why do you think about such nonsense things?" In Wen Leisa's view, as long as you are happy every day, you can be with your loved ones, you can fill your stomach, and occasionally you can eat a delicious meal, isn't it enough? Thinking like this, Wen Lesa couldn't help but take out another roast from the food basket and chew it carefully. ,…,

Due to the double moon, the nights in Azeroth are always bright enough. Arthas hurried to the carriage, gently opened the door, and slid into the carriage as fast as he could...... He gently closed the door again. After doing this, the little prince realized that the frost sorrow in the carriage did not need to sleep, so his series of actions were unnecessary.

After all, the moonlight could not penetrate the siding of the carriage, so it was pitch black in the carriage. Arthas had no night vision, and as he fumbled his way to his couch, wondering how Frost Sorrow could be so quiet. Arthas felt that Frost's Grief might have been angry about his conversation with Winlessa, and whispered, "Frost? Why don't you make a sound? ”

Arthas's question was not answered, and he did not hear any breathing, as if Frost Grief had just vanished. Arthas was starting to get a little worried—the guy wasn't going to be too angry. So running away from home, right? Although the carriage is not a home, Arthas is the only relative of Frost Sorrow, and there is nothing wrong with that.

Thinking of this, Arthas was a little anxious, and as soon as he stumbled under his feet, he fell on the soft couch. However, what Alsace's face came into contact with was not the silk cloth on the soft couch, but a softer, cold-temperature ...... "Little Frost?" Arthas raised his left hand, and a ball of light hovered in the middle of the carriage, illuminating the otherwise dark carriage. ,…,

"Little ...... Little Frost, you ...... What are you doing here? Arthas felt that his mind was no longer able to keep up with Frost Sorrow's leapfrogging behavior—the little magic sword began to take on human form. The long dress with florals on a blue background that she had been wearing was now gone, revealing the perfect body that had been wrapped under the skirt.

"Uh......h Master, you're going to be shy! Frost Sorrow lay flat on the couch, covering her eyes with her little hands, and her body writhed. As if he was playing coquettishly, he didn't realize how much his behavior tempted Arthas in front of him.

Arthas felt like he was about to faint - not angry, but ...... It seems that the blood of the whole body has gathered on the part of the body. Holding himself on to keep himself from falling on the floor of the carriage, Arthas leaned against the soft couch, but kept himself as far away as possible from Frost Sorrow.

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