"Humph!"

Frost Grief snorted coldly, she gently fiddled with Arthas's hair, brushed them behind her master's ears, then looked up at the gradually brightening sky, frowned, and wondered if she should find a way to shade out the sunlight, so as not to interfere with her master's sleep.

"Frost Lady ......"

Just as Frost Sorrow was thinking about it seriously, Tyrande, who was crouching beside her, called out to her again.

"Oh, why are you so annoying...... Why are you still here? What the hell are you going to do? ”

Frost's grief was only now realizing that Tyrande had not left her side to sleep, and the little magic sword looked down at his master, then turned his head to look at Tyrande, and said to Tyrande with some impatience.

"I ...... Ms. Frost, is Mr. Arthas asleep? But in that case, won't you be able to sleep? ”

Tyrande knew she couldn't wake Mr. Arthas, so she deliberately lowered her voice and asked as she looked at Frost Sorrow.

"Hmph, Xiaoshuang doesn't need to sleep."

Frost Sorrow said proudly.

"Why don't you need to sleep? Wouldn't it be absolutely sleepy? ”

Tyrande was a little surprised to hear Frost's sad answer, and hurriedly asked.

"Because...... Oops, what's the reason for that...... It's you, why don't you go to sleep? Lai is here to ask questions about ......"

Frost Grief was stumped by Tyrande's question - yes, why wasn't he sleepy? Well, it's because Xiaoshuang is not mortal! But it's not easy to tell this Night Elf a secret directly...... So Frost's Sorrow had no choice but to ask rhetorically.

"I'm not sleepy yet! Ms. Frost. You know, I'm so excited right now! ”

Tyrande shrunk his legs and sat cross-legged beside Frostmourn. Holding his chin with both hands, he said with some excitement.

"Why are you excited? Are you in heat? ”

Frost Sorrow brushed her master's ears with her little hand lest she be awakened by the stupid elf's voice, and then asked, slanting at Tyrande.

"Hmm...... What is Estrus? ”

Tyrande whispered the obscure words from Frostmourn's wounds, and asked, puzzled.

"Estrus is...... Estrus is the state when water will flow from the place under you to pee, and then you want to poke the thick and long thing under the man inside. ”

Frostmourn thought for a moment, and explained to Tyrande with his own understanding—if Arthas was still awake. Maybe Frost Grief will be gagged by his own director before he finishes speaking, but ...... Poor Prince Lordaeron was already asleep. In this way, there is no way to help Tyrande escape the strange thoughts of Frost Sorrow.

"Ahh I know! Isn't that the sacred ritual you performed in the common room, Madam Frost, with Mr. Arthas? ”

Tyrande suddenly realized, nodded again and again.

"What ritual?"

Frost's sad face looked puzzled—what was this stupid Night Elf talking about?

"That's it...... I saw it in the lounge. Mr. Alsace and Ms. Frost...... Isn't that a ritual? I mean the ritual of sacrifice...... I also saw the relict that Mr. Alsace had brought with him...... Well. It looks like a thick and long stick. ”

Tyrande said earnestly to Frost Sorrow.

"Sticks? Hahaha...... You're stupid! ”

Frost Sorrow couldn't help but laugh when she heard Tyrande's words, but Little Magic Sword immediately realized that her master was sleeping, and she glared at Tyrande angrily, as if to blame her for not telling such a joke that made her laugh - seeing that her sleeping master frowned, Frost Sorrow hurriedly used a spell to create a blue barrier that covered Arthas's head, so that he would not be woken up by his own voice again.

"I ...... Why am I stupid again? ”

Tyrande's pointed ears twitched. Somewhat unconvinced, she asked—although Lady Frost looked very powerful, but ...... You shouldn't be that stupid, right?

"Call you stupid, you're not convinced. Really...... Well, I'll tell you honestly, that's not consciousness, it's the master doing something shameful with Xiaoshuang. ”

Frost Sorrow was not worried about Arthas being woken up by herself, and she raised her voice slightly and said to Tyrande.

"What's the shame thing?"

Tyrande blinked—she realized that Lady Frost seemed to be right, and that she was a little stupid...... Otherwise, why had Ms. Frost never heard of these things?

"That's it...... It's copulation! ”

Frost Sorrow explained impatiently—even the little magic sword, which had no skin and no face, blushed a little—and Frost Sorrow felt the word "mating" at the mention of it...... Just like a kitten or a puppy.

"Ahh Copulation! ”

Tyrande screamed, and then quickly covered his mouth with his hands—a look of surprise in his silver eyes—copulation! His Highness the Moon God Elune is above...... It turned out to be copulation!

Of course, Tyrande knew what it meant to mate - a male deer and a doe together would give birth to fawns, a father and mother would give birth to a baby Mad nightblade, and sometimes plants would mate with each other, but ...... Mating between people! - For some reason, Tyrande now thinks back to the scenes he had mistaken for a sacred ritual...... I don't know why there is a hot current in my chest cavity, and my face is a little red.

"Look at the look of your stupid elf, you know that you are really in heat...... Hmph, let's find a male monkey in the woods to mate. ”

Frost Grief saw Tyrande's appearance, pursed her lips, and said with some disdain—but remembering Frost's own appearance when she was crushed under her master...... The little magic sword suddenly blushed again, and felt that he had no qualifications to laugh at this stupid night elf.

"Lady Frost, I'm going to be angry if you say I'm stupid! And why should I find a male monkey to mate with? ”

Tyrande said unconvinced, looking at Frost Sorrow.

"Because you Night Elves look weird...... The ears are long, the faces are black, and I wonder if you have a tail on the back of your ass, like a monkey. ”

Frost Sorrow said with a mocking Tyrande.

"Lady Frost, how can you say that! We Night Elves were born to look like this! If you had to say that...... I think you humans are more like monkeys. ”

Tyrande said angrily to Frost's Grief. (To be continued......)