Of course, Frostmourn didn't need to rest - although she had been a little nervous on Nightblade Leopard's back, but now it seemed to have eased completely—the little magic sword obediently leaned against its master's side, his eyes blinking at the flowers and plants around him, and the occasional small insect flying around.

"Mr. Arthas!"

Tyrande walked over to Arthas, sat down on a protruding root, carefully straightened the hem of his skirt that had been tied to his calves, and whispered hello to Arthas.

"Just call me Alsace, Lady Tyrande...... Can I help you? ”

Arthas smiled, then asked politely.

"Huh? May I? I thought I needed to call you His Royal Highness Prince Alsace! Mr. Alsace...... Are you really the prince of the human kingdom? ”

Tyrande looked at Arthas with some surprise, and then asked stupidly - apparently, she remembered Arthas in Crowsburg and Cortalos? Conversation at Rafincrest.

"That's true, yes, but now I'm not in my own kingdom, so you don't have to take it so seriously."

Arthas said with a smile.

"But...... It's His Royal Highness the Prince! None of our Night Elves have a prince's ......"

Tyrande looked at Arthas as if he had reacquainted himself with him; There was a curious glint in her shining eyes, and Frost Sorrow became nervous at the sight of this, as if she was afraid that the Night Elf would snatch her master away.

"None? Does your queen have no children? ”

Arthas asked, somewhat surprised.

"Nope! The Empress has no spouse! ”

Tyrande replied.

"No, that's the Empress!"

Alsace was amazed - most of the aristocracy of the human race had lovers in addition to their wives. The problem of illegitimate children is encountered by every large family...... Now that she and Tyrande are discussing the Empress of the Night Elves, she wouldn't be surprised if she had three or four spouses, Arthas...... But now she doesn't even have an heir, what's going on?

"I don't know...... Maybe because Her Majesty didn't find someone she liked? ”

Tyrande guessed wildly—yes. Definitely...... Something like having a child must find a favorite person, right? But what does it take to have a baby? - Tyrande doesn't know.

"Really? Does Lady Tyrande have a favorite? ”

Arthas couldn't help but want to tease her when he saw Tyrande thinking stupidly about such a question.

"Huh? I? Not...... Not...... I haven't ...... yet."

Tyrande blushed, quickly lowered his head, and replied in a low voice.

"Master, this guy is in heat."

As if he had discovered a new world, Frostmourn immediately reported to Arthas.

"Shhhh Don't talk nonsense......"

Arthas hurriedly patted the back of Frost's sad hand, looking at the little magic sword with a serious expression, Arthas almost laughed. Pinched Frost's sad face again—what the hell was this girl thinking?

"Hmm...... Ms. Frost, what is ...... Oestrus? ”

Tyrande blinked, and asked curiously—she could hear Arthas and Frostmourn discussing themselves, but ...... Why can't you understand them?

"Nope. It's nothing. Don't bother with Frost, she's ......"

Arthas was a little embarrassed to explain to Tyrande, but the next second he looked behind Tyrande in a bit of a daze—not in the open space behind him, but in the distance.

In the middle of the forest, there seemed to be a gust of wind blowing through - Arthas could see a conspicuous mass of air blowing between the trees, and after a rustling sound, the air mass stopped in the clearing of the forest, and swirled in the air.

Arthas didn't know what the hell was in this air mass. But his instincts told him that something wasn't quite right—he stood up a little nervously, intending to tell Frostmourn to see what the air mass was.

"The host...... That guy is powerful. ”

Frost Grief didn't wait for Arthas to speak. He stepped forward and kept his master behind him—and then whispered a reminder to his master.

"Well, I got ......"

Arthas nodded—the last time Frost Grief said he had a powerful enemy, it was against Ragnaros, the Fire Elemental Lord, and the last time it was the Water Elemental Lord's servant, Duke Hydaxis...... In short, it's not a small role.

"Mr. Alsace...... What's wrong? ”

Tyrande also became a little nervous when she saw Arthas and Frost Grief, and she stood up from the roots of the tree and asked.

"I don't know...... It could be a chasing soldier from Sulama City, and it was tricky. ”

Arthas answered Tyrande's question simply.

"Chasers? What pursuers? ”

Tyrande was startled by Arthas's words, and she panicked to run to her mount, whose weapons - the hunting bow and quiver were still hanging from the back of her mount, Escadel!

"Tyrande? What are you doing? ”

Malfurion seems to have just finished with Cortalos? Rafincrest's conversation, he was walking this way, and he almost collided with Tyrande.

"Malfurion? You're just in time...... See that air mass? Mr. Arthas says it could be the mages from Sulama City who are chasing after them! ”

Tyrande hurriedly told Malfurion what Arthas had just said.

"That air mass? What the? No, it's not...... That should be...... Teacher Cenarius ......"

Malfurion seemed to have only just noticed the presence of the air mass, but he only glanced at it and said to Tyrande happily.

"What?"

Tyrande was startled, and she looked up at the air mass again, with a look of confusion in her eyes - Cenarius, the king of the forest, had seen it himself, but ...... Isn't it this round look?

Just as Tyrande was wondering, the mass of air changed shape once more—it twisted and swirled in the air, and finally began to slowly separate and regroup, beginning to manifest its head, limbs, and torso......

As the mass of air gradually became a substance, Tyrande recognized the familiar Senarius—a long, huge antler, with a brown lower body with four legs with hooves, a bare upper body that was strong and strong, and a calm and serious face with a smile, slowly descending from the sky until he stood in front of Malfurion.

"Teacher Cenarius...... How did you come here in person? ”

Malfurion looked at the half-human, half-deer god in front of him, and asked in surprise and confusion. (To be continued......)