I have to say that compared to human cities, the city of Sulama of the Night Elves, whether it is the rigor of the city defense or the prosperity of the entire city, is far inferior - this is not that the city is not big enough, and there are not enough Night Elves living in it, but it seems that this race does not like to be active during the day, so every house is closed - Arthas can't help but wonder with some malice whether they are hiding at home and sleeping.

Only Crow's Castle looks like the familiar human castle of Arthas, and the outer city of Surama looks like a vast town...... There doesn't seem to be much of a wall, and after leaving the leopard stable where the Night Elves had placed their mounts, Arthas and his party walked quietly along the edge of the road, led by Illidan, all the way to the edge of the town - even if it was Kotalus tied up like a dumpling and thrown on the back of the Nightblade Leopard? Rafincrest, in the deserted streets, naturally couldn't attract much attention.

After avoiding the few patrolling sentinels who were still doing their duty, Arthas and Frostmourn finally left the Night Elf city under the leadership of Tyrande and Illidan, who were familiar with Sulama - by mistake, they left the city exactly where Arthas had first met Tyrande the other day.

"Mr. Arthas!"

Tyrande was the first to realize this, and she patted the Nightblade Leopard, which was a little more active because of its arrival in the wild, and said to Arthas with joy.

"Malfurion, are you talking about this forest? Walking in such a forest, won't we get lost? ”

Arthas smiled kindly at Tyrande. Then asked Malfurion.

"You don't have to worry about that, human...... The forest is entirely the domain of the druids, and Malfurion is arguably the king of the woods...... But what we need to do now is to get out of Sulama City's defenses as soon as possible. ”

Illidan boasted about his brother. A black nightblade leopard stepped onto one side.

"But we only have three Nightblade Leopards...... What are going to happen to Mr. Alsace and Ms. Frost? ”

Tyrande asked, standing at the edge of the forest with a wry face, a little worried.

"It's none of my business anyway...... I've got one more member on my Nightblade Leopard! ”

Illidan patted Kotaros, who was hunched by himself and sat up? Rafincrest exclaimed—he wasn't going to carry these two strangers of unknown origin who liked to make up their own minds.

"Mr. Arthas, and Ms. Frost...... Sit down on top of Escadal. ”

Tyrande didn't mind Illidan's attitude either, and she graciously invited Arthas and Frostmourn to ride her mount.

"Huh? But ......"

Illidan froze for a moment - he only remembered that Arthas's mount was either his own or Malfurion's, but ...... How could Tyrande invite like that......

"But what?"

Tyrande turned his head and looked at Illidan. Asked in surprise.

"I didn't ...... Nothing ......."

Illidan blinked, and shook his head again and again—he didn't want to Tyrande off anymore—after all, the Night Elves didn't have much defense, they just ...... Illidan looked at Arthas, who was eager to step onto Tyrande's mount. I still feel very uncomfortable in my heart.

But there was nothing Illidan could do - after all, he had just said that he had just said not to let Arthas ride with him in a Nightblade Leopard - and Illidan would not retract his words because of the discomfort in his heart.

……

"Little Frost sits in the middle!"

Like a child, Frostmourn scrambled ahead of Arthas and Tyrande, leaping onto the back of the White Nightblade Leopard - the little magic sword must be with its master, but Frostmourn feared that his master and Tyrande would be next to him. So plan ahead to separate the two of them.

"Don't fool around......"

Arthas walked over to the white nightblade leopard. Gently pressed his hand against the beast's back, and straddled it—the Nightblade Leopard was a little less tall than a war horse, but it was big enough for Arthas to ride comfortably on it.

"We're going! Mr. Alsace, Ms. Frost...... Sit tight! ”

Tyrande deftly stepped onto her mount as well, and she took a piece of jerky from her purse around her waist, shook it in front of the Nightblade's nose, and threw it into the Nightblade's gaping jaw.

I don't know if it was stimulated by the aroma of jerky. For some other reason, the white Nightblade Leopard swooped out of its place. Running through a forest where vines and meadows coexist; It skilfully avoided the knotted roots of the ancient wood, and nothing seemed to stand in its way - it was only now that Arthas understood why the Night Elves had chosen the Nightblade Panther as their mount - perhaps because there were no horses in their territory, but presumably a large part of the reason was that the Night Elves had been in the forest for so long.

The terrain in the forest is relatively complex, and only dexterous animals like the Nightblade Leopard can come and go freely - just as the dwarves of Ironforge and Eagle's Nest preferred to use goats as mounts to overcome the complex mountain terrain.

"Oops!"

Frost Grief didn't seem to react to the sudden running of the Nightblade Leopard, she let out a coquettish snort, waved her hands in the air, and subconsciously hugged the waist of Tyrande, who was sitting in front of her, concentrating on controlling the Nightblade Leopard's advance.

"Yikes! Frost Lady! ”

Tyrande was caught off guard, and she screamed, not knowing what to do.

"Frost, don't mess around, let go of Lady Tyrande......"

Arthas grabbed the edge of the saddle on Nightblade Leopard's back with both hands, immobilizing his body as he told Frost Grief.

"Don't! If you fall, it's bad! ”

Frost said willfully, continuing to wrap his arms around Tyrande's waist, and pressed his bulging chest tightly against Tyrande's back, refusing to let go.

"Frost Lady! You're like this...... I have no way to continue ......"

Tyrande stammered, and Arthas realized that the Nightblade Panther he stepped on was running a little erratically, and was almost hitting the thick trees in the forest that the few people couldn't hold - it was clear that Frostmourn's wayward behavior bothered Tyrande, and there was no way to continue to control her mount.

But...... What's the solution? --Arthas smiled wryly and gave a free hand and punitively pinched Frost Sorrow's little buttocks, which had been slightly pouted back--when the little girl was stubborn...... No one can help her! (To be continued......)