Frostgrief felt that although he and Sindagossa had joined forces to defeat the powerful polluter Akmund, he ...... You deserve more praise from your master, right?

……

"Hoo ......"

Sindagossa withdrew her hands, wiped the sweat from her forehead, and breathed a sigh of relief - although the process was a bit strenuous and dangerous, but fortunately she didn't attract the attention of Akmund the Polluter, and finally teamed up with Frostmourn to take out the powerful polluter Akmund - Anyway, Sindagossa felt that she had lived up to his expectations after being reunited with her master, which made Sindagosa's heart a little cheerful.

With this in mind, Sindagosa turned and looked towards the shore of the Well of Eternity—although the distance between her master and herself was great, it was enough to see the smile on her master's face......

However, the moment Sindagosa turned around, she froze suddenly—a crimson bolt of lightning slashed under her feet, piercing the air, and Sindagosa could even hear the sound of "snort" electricity.

Hardly looking back, Sindagossa knew that the red lightning came from Akmund the Polluter - what really left Sindagosa's mind blank was that she discovered that the target of the red lightning was her master, Arthas!

Realizing this, Sindagossa let out an exclamation - she couldn't understand why Akmund, the polluter who had become an ice sculpture, was able to cast such a spell, but she didn't have time to think - only a blue light flashed. Sindagossa vanished in place, and the next second, she was already behind Arthas. Helped Arthas, who had fallen backwards and was about to lie on the ground, and then half-crouched on the ground.

"Lord...... Person? ”

Sindagossa was half-on her knees, the mist of the damp lakeside grass wetting the hem of her long blue dress—but the panicked Lady of the Blue Dragon had no energy to pay attention to these subtleties—she held Arthas's head in one hand, resting her master's heavy body gently on her knees, and with the other trembling stroked Arthas's chest—where a hole two fingers in diameter appeared, from which gurgling blood flowed. It stained Alsace's pale white gold-encrusted robes, the palms and fingertips of Sindagossa red, and the verdant grass under the two of Arthas's drinking Sindagosa.

……

Frost Grief stared sadly at what was happening in front of her. It felt as if centuries had passed—a second ago she was looking at her master with delight, waiting for the encouragement and smile of joy on his face, imagining his master stroking the top of her head and praising her abilities. Then he can burrow into the arms of his master like a kitten and hum the coquettish scene - but the next second. Frostgrief was stunned to see a crimson bolt of lightning pierce his master's chest, causing him to fall straight to the ground under his gaze.

Frostgrief heard Sindagossa scream, and saw Sindagossa disappear in an instant, then teleported to his master's side, holding Arthas as he fell to the ground.

Little Devil Sword knew that he should be by his master's side like Sindagosa, but ...... This sudden change made Frost's sad thoughts seem to be frozen, and she could only feel the pain and remorse rushing into her heart like a tide, but she froze in place. At a loss, I don't know what to do.

But fright is fright. Frostgrief still woke up from her terror - in this unfamiliar world and the flow of time, the little magic sword was not as free to use teleportation spells as Sindagossa was, so she flew quickly from above the Well of Eternity to Sindagossa and Arthas.

……

"Master!"

Frostmourn flew down from the sky and landed in front of Sindagosa, and she took two steps forward and rushed to the side of the blue dragon, reaching for Arthas, who was lying in Sindagoza's arms.

"Don't move, Frost Sorrow, Master He...... Bleeding! ”

Sindagosa hurriedly reached out to block Frost's sad palm, and said in a panic.

"Blood ......"

Frost Sorrow listened to Sindalgosa's words, stunned slightly, then lowered his head and carefully examined his master's situation - it didn't matter, Frost Sorrow's little face suddenly turned pale - Arthas's chest was hit head-on by the red lightning, and the thin robe was powerless to stop the "Finger of Death" that even Frost Sorrow had to dissipate to dodge, and Arthas's strong chest was also pierced in an instant, leaving a small wound.

From Frost Sorrow's angle, the wound on Arthas's chest can be clearly seen - around a small circle of scorched muscles, and in the middle, there is an aperture that runs through Arthas's chest - that is, through this window, Frost Sorrow can even see Sindagoza's dress against Arthas's back.

In Frost's sad heart, his master is undoubtedly a "tall mountain" being, just as every young child feels to his parents - but the little magic sword also understands that his master is a human - which means that after such trauma, he will die.

Of course, there was a strange sense between Frost Sorrow and Arthas—she knew that her master was not dead yet—but Frost Sorrow could clearly feel the fading of her master's breath of life.

"The host ......"

Frost's sad eyes were filled with tears, and she gently tugged at the robe around her master's waist, her pink lips flattened, and two lines of clear tears flowed down the smooth face of the little magic sword, dripping onto the back of Arthas's hand, but he didn't react.

Frost Sorrow couldn't help but reach out and gently caress the burned, unhealed wound on Arthas's chest - her mind was almost empty now, she had always been eccentric, and the little magic sword even forgot that the most important thing now was to heal Arthas, not cry and grieve here for no need, after all, Arthas is not dead......

Luckily, in addition to the panicked Frost Grief, there was also Sindalgossa who could barely keep his sanity - after seeing that Frost Grief had already lost his six gods, Sindagossa gritted his teeth, held the unconscious Arthas with one hand, grabbed Frost Grief's wrist with the other, and gently recited a teleportation spell, and the figures of the three men disappeared from the shore of the Well of Eternity without a trace, as if they had never appeared here - if it were not for those left on the grass, The red blood stains are still the same. (To be continued.) )