As Arthas had just said, he was tired from arriving now, but he needed a little more time to determine what he and Frostmourn planned next.

"Master, aren't you going to sleep?"

Frost Sorrow bounced up to Arthas's side, knelt on the bed/, sensibly rubbed Arthas's forehead, and then asked obediently.

"I'm a little sleepy, but ...... Xiaoshuang, is there any way we can let us know the plans of the Burning Legion in advance? Now that's the case...... I don't know the plans of those demons, and it will be difficult for the two of us to return to the original world as soon as possible! ”

Arthas said with a sad face.

"There's nothing Xiaoshuang can do! Don't you have to say it...... We can catch a demon and ask. ”

Frost Sorrow tilted her head in thought, then said with her eyes shining.

"Catch a demon? Where to catch? ”

Arthas asked, blinking.

"From the Twisted Void, those guys just like to hide...... However, we can summon a demon through a small ritual, and most of those guys have some connection to the Burning Legion, and maybe they will know about the Burning Legion's plans. ”

Frost Sorrow boldly suggested.

"Is that also possible? Will there be any danger? ”

Arthas asked hesitantly.

"Probably not, we only need a ritual that is neither too big nor too small, to summon a demon that is not very powerful and not very miscellaneous - of course, the very powerful demon Xiaoshuang is not afraid of him, but in that case, the summoning ritual will require a lot of effort......"

Frost Sorrow explained. While dancing and gesturing, "not too big and not too small" is what it means.

"I think it's better to forget it, after all, we're in the Moon Temple now, so it's better not to act indiscriminately and arouse the suspicion of others...... What a hassle. It would be nice if someone could point us across......"

Arthas said with a sad face, but he really couldn't hold on now, and after thinking about it, he still chose to lie on the bed - it was important to stop the invasion of the Burning Legion, but Arthas felt that he should wait until he woke up to think about saving the world.

Frost Sorrow had already planned how to set up the magic circle and what ritual to use to summon a demon, but she soon discovered that her master had let out a small, even breath - Arthas had fallen asleep.

"Hmm......"

Frost's sorrow froze for a moment. Then she couldn't help but cover her mouth and laugh secretly, and she quickly helped Arthas to take off his coat and shoes, and then sat down on the edge of the bed strangely. began to endure the loneliness that belonged to her alone—would the night of 10,000 years ago be more difficult?

……

How Malfurion got to Sulama City, he couldn't tell. For three nights in a row he stayed at home, recognizing what his teacher Cenarius had said. I also think back to everything I saw with my own eyes in the Emerald Dream. It's been three days. But there is still no answer. He was sure that Atherine's spell would continue, and that if nothing was done, it would get worse and worse.

However, no one else is aware of the problem.

Perhaps, he came to Sulama City to seek some different voices, or to find someone to talk about his inner dilemma. This person must be Tyrande. And not his twin brother. She thinks more thoughtfully, while Illidan always acts impulsively.

Yes. Tyrande is the perfect fit.

However, on the way to the Temple of the Moon God, Malfurion saw a large troop of cavalry approaching. He immediately stood on the side of the street, and saw several soldiers in gray-green armor hurrying past on their imposing mounts. In front of the cavalry phalanx, there was a square purple banner with a black crow painted in the middle.

This is the flag of Ravenclest.

The leader of the elves rode at the front, his mount was larger and his hair was shinier, and he looked like the leader in a group of cavalry. Rafincrest himself was tall and thin, with the majesty of an emperor. No one seems to be able to stand in the way of his goal, whatever that goal may be. His golden robes hung to the ground, and his name was engraved on his high cockscomb helmet.

He did look like a bird, tall and thin, with a hooked nose, and somewhat like a crow. And his thick beard and stern eyes make him look like a wise man. Aside from the upper elves, Rafencrest was considered the most influential figure in front of the Empress. The Empress used to take his advice.

When Malfurion saw him, he blamed himself for not even thinking of Rafincrest. But now it seems that the time is not right to talk to him. Rafincrest and his elite troops seem to be on an urgent mission. This couldn't help but immediately make Malfurion feel creepy. Could it be that his fears for Asaline were really going to come true? But if that were the case, the city would not be as peaceful as it is now. The guards should have given a good warning, and the news should have reached Sulama City long ago.

The cavalry disappeared from sight, and Malfurion continued on his way. There are so many people. He's been in the forest for so long, he's become a little autistic, so he's not used to it. He tried his best to resist his discomfort, so that he would soon be able to see Tyrande. He was anxious to see her, and the thought of her calmed Malfurion, more than anything else.

He knew he had to meet his brother, but he didn't want to. He wanted to see Tyrande, and he wanted to spend a little more time with her. Illidan has always been there anyway, and it doesn't matter later.

At this time, Malfurion vaguely saw that the square was crowded with people. But he wanted to see Tyrande so much that he couldn't care so much. He hoped that when he got there, he would be able to see her without much difficulty. And today, Malfurion seemed to be more anxious than usual, which had nothing to do with his worries about Asaline. But every time he came back here, he felt a strangeness and discomfort.

Malfurion was eager to see Tyrande, whom he had been missing all along, right away—but just as he approached the Temple of the Moon, a familiar figure appeared beside him at some point.

"Here you are, my brother."

Illidan? The familiar voice of Fury Wind rang out, and Malfurion turned his head to see his brother's haughty look - it was just ...... The senses are becoming more and more acute Malfurion, from Illidan? Fury Wind felt a hint of worry in his amber eyes. (To be continued......)