Arthas also knew a little about the Night Elves in the original time stream, and knew that they should be a relatively traditional race - and probably there would be no daylight sex.

But...... Arthas wondered if he had seen a couple of sons and women in bed doing what he and Frostmourn had just done in bed when he was very young...... It's normal to not understand what they're doing - maybe Tyrande has never seen anything like this before, and he's never learned about it, so ...... It should also be understandable that there will be misunderstandings or simply no understanding......

"Hmm...... I...... I see you, Mr. Arthas...... No, it's the way Frost Lady doesn't look like she's dressed...... Sorry ......"

Tyrande lowered her head and said in an urn - but she wasn't too embarrassed about it - Lady Frost was of the same gender as herself, and she glanced at it...... It shouldn't matter, right?

"What else? What else? ”

Frost's sorrow coaxed on the side - the reason why the little magic sword took the initiative to tease his master was to see his master make a fool of himself in front of this old night elf woman named Tyrande, but ...... It seems that things are completely different from what Xiaoshuang expected! - Frost Sorrow tilted his head in thought.

"And ...... And the rituals you performed by Mr. Alsace and Ms. Frost...... Sorry, I didn't mean to see it! ”

Tyrande explained in a panic.

"What ritual?"

Arthas asked, surprised.

"That's it...... Well...... At first, Lady Frost found the long, thick ...... on you, Mr. Arthas Well...... Stick. Then lick it with your tongue...... That's when I started peeking...... ......"

Tyrande looked up, looked at Arthas with shame, and stammered as he explained.

"Great...... Stick? ”

Arthas stared dumbfoundedly at the red-faced Night Elf priestess in front of him. It's like looking at a monster you've never seen before.

"Right...... Wrong...... I mean......"

Tyrande hurriedly wanted to apologize - it was over, how could he say such a thing? One only has to look at the attentive expression on Lady Frost's face as she licks that thick, long rod to see how important this thing is to Mr. Arthas and Lady Frost...... It must be something like a holy thing...... I just call it so bluntly, and I don't shy away from it...... It must have offended Mr. Alsace!

"What nonsense are you talking about! That's not just an ordinary stick! That's the master's...... Hmmm......"

Frost Sorrow stood aside and angrily accused Tyrande, but halfway through the sentence, Arthas dragged the little magic sword behind him, covering her mouth with his hand to prevent her from continuing.

"I'm sorry, I was wrong...... That must be something very important - for Mr. Alsace......"

Tyrande said apologetically—and sure enough. Ms. Frost is already angrily accusing herself!

"Ah...... Yes, it is important, but ...... Ahem...... It's okay......"

Arthas held Frostmourn behind him. Not letting her babble, he said perfunctorily to Tyrande—he was really embarrassed right now—though Tyrande's incomparably poor knowledge of the opposite sex surprised Arthas, but ...... Maybe that's a good thing for him, at least...... You can get away with it for a while. It will not be regarded as a ...... full of thoughts by the simple priestess of the moon in front of him Villain.

"And ...... I also saw Mr. Arthas you kissing with Ms. Frost. And also...... And how to use that holy artifact......"

Tyrande continued to admit her mistake - she couldn't help but look up at Frost's grief - until now, Tyrande cared about Frost's body...... I was inserted with such a thick and long stick...... Won't it hurt?

"Ah...... Ahem...... Alright, Ms. Tyrande, you don't have to go on...... I get it all......"

Arthas put his hand on his forehead and quickly stopped Tyrande from continuing—although he knew that he was not as disgraced in Tyrande's eyes as he had imagined, Arthas had the feeling that he was deceiving the innocent and ignorant maiden anyway......

"What a holy thing! That's the master's treasure, you ignorant ...... Uh-huh......"

Frost Grief jumped out of Arthas's back to blame Tyrande. However, Arthas, who was quick to see him, pressed him back again.

"Mr. Arthas, will you forgive me?"

Tyrande looked up. Said as he looked at Arthas in bewilderment.

"Yes, yes, it's not a big deal in the first place, there's nothing to forgive or not forgive...... I can totally understand your behavior, Ms. Tyrande...... It's just that next time if there's such a situation, it's best to remind me a little, after all, I don't know if I will do anything offensive to your Night Elf traditions when you're unconscious......"

Arthas smiled bitterly and said - even if he passed the test this time, he could teach the mischievous Frost Sorrow a good lesson in the future - Tyrande is simple and easy to deceive, but if he were replaced by other Night Elves, it is estimated that he would not be so easy to escape the "name of obscenity"!

"Uh-huh! There will be no next time! No matter what Malfurion and Illidan say in the future, I will no longer doubt Mr. Arthas and Ms. Frost! And...... We Night Elves don't have any traditions, oh no, I mean...... There is no tradition to be taboo, and His Royal Highness Elune is a most forgiving deity......"

Tyrande said quickly, but she soon realized that her words seemed to be a little disrespectful of her race, so she changed her words.

"That's fine...... By the way, Lady Tyrande, what about your two companions? Where did they go? If needed, I can explain to them who I am and where I came from......"

Arthas glanced at the door to the break room—wondering if Malfurion and Illidan were outside.

"They...... They have something to do...... I ......"

Tyrande was stunned for a moment when she heard Arthas mention Malfurion and Illidan, and then said in a low mood - she suddenly felt a little useless - not only could she not help Malfurion confirm that his language was correct, but more importantly, when Malfurion and Illidan made a risky move, Tyrande found that he had no better idea to avoid them being in danger.

"Did something happen? If you can...... Tell me, Lady Tyrande—we don't live as long as the Night Elves, but I think ...... At least I can come up with ideas. ”

Arthas noticed the worry between Tyrande's eyebrows, he thought for a moment, and then asked softly. (To be continued......)