"Of course, what else do you say? Could Xiaoshuang be able to bring her master back to life out of thin air? The way to come back from the dead is only one way for Xiaoshuang to do this...... Don't you know the power of Akmund's spell? The master's body must not be able to withstand the attack of that spell, as for the healing ...... No one could heal the wounds of Akmund's spells, the Night Elves couldn't, and the human paladins couldn't do it - not to mention that even those humans hadn't been born yet, and Frost didn't know where to find the followers of the Light! ”

Frost Grief's eyes widened and she grumbled—speaking of healing spells, in addition to the power of the Light, it was none other than the power of Elune, the moon god that the Night Elf priests believed in, and the power of the animal god that some trolls believed in...... Either way, however, Frostmourn doesn't think it will solve Arthas's predicament.

Then the result is simple - Frost Sorrow feels that his master is really unable to escape the laws of Akmund the Polluter, but Frost Sorrow is not too sad - Arthas has died at least twice since Frost Sorrow and Arthas met.

Once when Arthas first became a Death Knight, and once when Arthas finally committed suicide at Icecrown Fortress - Frostmourn didn't care too much about the death of her master, after all, death was not the end of life for a being of her level.

After this rebirth, Arthas is completely human, which means that when he dies, Frostmourn can turn Arthas into a death knight.

Of course. The little magic sword also vaguely felt that the master was a little unbearable about the days of becoming an undead, but ...... But now there's no way around it! - Frost Sorrow thought so, and the relationship between the master and himself returned to the age of the dead. I'm looking forward to it!

"The Undead ......"

Sindagossa looked at the longing Frost Sorrow, and suddenly understood the feelings in the other party's heart - perhaps, no matter what the world has become, and what time flow the times are in, for Frost Sorrow, it is still the days with Arthas in the Icecrown Fortress that make her feel the most safe and comfortable, but ......

"I'm afraid your ideas are going to come to naught. The sorrow of the frost, the master will not die. ”

Sindagossa shook her head and placed her hand on Arthas's chest. Quietly feeling the faint beating of his heart, he said to Frost's Sorrow.

"I know that although the master is not dead now, he will die sooner or later...... Wait until then. Frost turned her master into a death knight. When the time comes, the women with big breasts and small boobs will leave their masters, well......"

Frost Sorrow said contentedly.

"No, Frost Sorrow, you didn't understand, I mean the master won't die unless you kill him yourself...... If you don't believe it, see for yourself. ”

Sindagossa shook his head, and he grabbed Frostmourn's hand. put it on Arthas's heart, and said to her.

"Huh?"

Frost Grief was stunned for a moment. Then he leaned over, and the little head of the melon arched in front of Sindalgossa and squeezed her away, and then carefully examined the wound on Arthas's chest.

At the beginning, when Arthas was just injured, Frostgrief's heart had no thoughts other than self-reproach and resentment towards Sindagoza.

Although he knew that Arthas would not escape after being hit by the spell of Akmund the Tainted, Frostmourn also knew that he could use the method of the Death Knight to resurrect his master, so he did not bother to check the master's injuries, anyway, those "small wounds" would heal when he became a Death Knight.

However, at Sindalgoza's reminder, Frostmourn finally noticed the difference in Arthas's chest wound - it hadn't been long since Arthas had just been injured, but the edge of the wound had grown tiny new flesh, and the new flesh was wriggling, forming tiny granulations that looked as if they were about to grow back together and heal the entire wound again.

But it wasn't possible after all - Frostmourn noticed that the sprouts, despite their desperate efforts, had always seemed to be blocked by an empty, invisible wall, and that there was no way to gather them together - Frostmourn knew that it was the power left by the spell of Akmund the Polluter that was preventing the healing of his master's body.

But there was nothing Frost Grief could do - her soul power was not as purifying as the Light or any other power, so she had no way to remove the power that Akmund the Polluter had left on her master's body.

However, this also brings up a problem - and Frostmourn quickly figures it out - as Sindagossa said, unless he kills his master, the healing power of his master's body and the death power of Akmun the Polluter will not only hurt Arthas's soul and body, but more importantly, if he continues like this, Arthas will neither die nor wake up from his coma, and will remain in a state of "living dead", This is clearly not what Frost Sorrow wants.

But...... Let Frostmourn end his master's life with his own hands, and then turn him into a Death Knight...... The little magic sword felt that she couldn't do this - she frowned a little sadly, and her face was bitter, completely at a loss.

"Why is this happening? Master...... Isn't the master just an ordinary human? His body should be fragile in the face of that spell of Akmund the Polluter, but ...... Why is it the way it is? ”

Seeing Frost's sorrow in a daze, Sindagosa reached out and shook her hand in front of her eyes, then asked.

"Hmm...... It's not because of that stupid dragon, she has transformed her master's body, making her half-human and half-dragon, so that Xiaoshuang is always bullied by her master in bed......"

Frost Grief said indignantly - it's all to blame on the Red Dragon Queen, who originally bullied her master in bed, and then ...... Later, Xiaoshuang was pressed on the bed by the owner......

"I see, this vitality ...... I was a little negligent before, and it is indeed the power of the red dragon...... By the way, I thought of someone who could save the master! ”

Sindagosa's palm never left Arthas's chest, and she regained her sense of the strange power in Arthas's body, and indeed felt the breath of her own countryman, so she said in surprise. (To be continued.) )