"Say whatever you want...... Anyway, you're in heat right now, so you should just find a guy to mate with. ”

Frost Sorrow pouted.

"Why? I don't want to get married yet! ”

Tyrande shook his head and said - only two people who are married can do the kind of thing that has children - this is common sense, Tyrande still knows.

"Forget it, how could Xiaoshuang tell you these things......"

Frost Grief muttered sadly, not wanting to talk to Tyrande anymore, but the other party didn't seem to have any intention of giving up.

"Well, Frost Lady, after all, this is just an argument over the different aesthetics of our two races...... Actually, I'm wondering, Lady Frost, how the hell did you meet Mr. Arthas? ”

Tyrande thought for a moment and decided to graciously dismiss Frost for her and the Night Elf race as a whole, and she changed the subject - after all, she didn't want to sleep and quarrel with Frost just yet...... It's better to have a good chat, right?

"Oh, Xiaoshuang was pulled out by her master in a cave."

Frost Sorrow replied honestly.

"Pull ...... Out? ”

Tyrande blinked, wondering if something was wrong with his ears.

"Oh, that's it...... Well...... Xiaoshuang met her owner in a cave. ”

Frost Sorrow frowned, then realized that she had spoken - it would be nothing to let the stupid elf know what he had been going through, but if it was known to its master. I'm sure I'm going to blame Xiaoshuang again...... So let's change my mind!

"Oh, I see...... Did Mr. Arthas meet you in a cave with Lady Frost during his adventures? It's a romantic story! And how did you become Mr. Arthas's fiancée, Ms. Frost? ”

Tyrande lowered his legs. He stretched, but he still didn't feel sleepy, and continued to ask Frost Sorrow with an excited face.

"What's this, Xiaoshuang was born to be the master's fiancée...... From the first moment we met, we were inseparable! ”

Frost Sorrow said triumphantly to Tyrande - although it was now 10,000 years ago, sooner or later Frost would have to return to 10,000 years with her master, and then the women with big breasts and small breasts would be around her master again...... It's annoying to think about it!

"Really? So happy...... But I haven't found my favorite person yet...... That's right. Ms. Frost, do you have any hobbies? ”

Tyrande nodded enviously, then asked again.

"Hobbies?"

Frost Grief was stunned. Asked rhetorically.

"Yes! For example...... In my spare time, I pray to Her Highness Elune, take Eskadar out for a walk, bathe her, and read some interesting books in my room...... What about you, Ms. Frost? ”

Tyrande thought it would be polite to introduce himself first. Then ask other people about their hobbies.

"Hmm...... Is this what you're talking about? That little frost didn't have any other hobbies. The only hobby is to stay by the owner's side and occasionally do shameful things with the owner...... But it's only occasional, the owner wants it every day, and it will hurt a lot under the frost. ”

Frost Sorrow thought for a moment and said.

"It really hurts! I've been thinking about it since I watched it...... Lady Frost, you're going to be in a lot of pain, aren't you? After all, you have to put such a thick rod into your body...... Sometimes my fingers hurt when I get broken grass stalks. ”

Tyrande, who heard Frost Sorrow say this, was immediately interested, and she asked with concern, and subconsciously touched her lower abdomen - well, it must have hurt!

"Of course it hurts! But it was comfortable at first...... Only when it came to the master refused to stop. And the water under the frost will only hurt after the water has dried up. ”

Frostmourn thought for a moment and explained to Tyrande.

"Is it really going to be comfortable? But it's such a big stick......"

Tyrande felt Frost's sad words in disbelief, and questioned himself—of course. The little magic sword wouldn't admit her mistake so easily, of course she had to argue with Tyrande.

……

While Frostmourn and Tyrande were arguing over whether Arthas's stick hurt more or was it more comfortable to pee on Frostmourn, Malfurion? Fury and Illidan? The two brothers were also discussing something under the roots of a tree in the distance.

"Malfurion, do you really trust those two humans completely?"

Illidan twisted a piece of roast meat in his mouth and chewed it slowly, then asked his brother.

"At least until now, Mr. Alsace has not deceived us...... The corpses found by Mr. Cenarius also confirmed the existence of the monsters...... I really can't find any reason to doubt Mr. Alsace. ”

Malfurion glanced at his brother and said with a frown.

"But they're not of the same race as us, and they're ...... He knew so much about that Burning Legion, I don't believe they hadn't been in contact before, and who knows if it was good or bad. ”

Illidan pouted.

"Is that all, my brother......"

Malfurion glanced at Illidan with a smile on his lips, as if he had read everything his brother was thinking.

"Of course it is...... Could there be anything else? ”

Illidan avoided Malfurion's gaze and hesitated.

"I know what you're thinking, my brother...... Whether you admit it or not, you and I have the same affection for her as you do...... After Mr. Arthas's arrival, we had a few arguments about him and Tyrande, and I felt that she was concerned about Mr. Arthas...... Some of it makes me feel ...... Jealousy, yes, my brother, I feel jealousy, and I bet you're just like me. ”

"I ......"

Illidan stammered—he didn't expect Malfurion to admit it so frankly.

"But I still have to say, my brother...... The appearance of this emotion is quite normal and unnecessary...... Mr. Alsace is indeed very good, he is very knowledgeable and has extraordinary skills...... Instead of being jealous of him, we might as well be better than him, wouldn't we? ”

Malfurion looked at Tyrande, who was chatting with Frost Sorrow in the distance, and persuaded his somewhat frizzy brother with a calm mind.

"Jealousy...... Okay, I'll admit I'm a little bit there, though...... What was that? ”

Illidan felt a little surprised—he nodded, acknowledging that Malfurion was right—but the next second, Illidan had nervously stood up and raised his head—and above the forest, the sound of flapping wings rumbled. (To be continued......)