"I don't think you have to worry about the safety of Malfurion and Illidan, Cenarius...... As long as I don't die in that Night Elf city, I can guarantee that nothing will happen to them...... On the contrary, the pressure on your side is greater, and I think you'd better set off now, so that when your army is formed, they won't face a barren wasteland. ”

Arthas nodded, and agreed to the request of Cenarius, the king of the forest—I don't know if this god who worships nature is too approachable, or if Arthas is really used to seeing big people beyond the comprehension of mortals, in short, when standing in front of Cenarius, the king of the forest, Arthas really doesn't feel inferior.

"I know, I'll do my best."

Cenarius, the king of the forest, nodded—and with a wave of his hand, the seemingly dead plant came back to life, recoiling the body of the "Cerberus" into its massive leaves, forming a new "fruit"—apparently, Cenarius, the king of the forest, needed this corpse to prove to the other demigods that the "Burning Legion" that no one had ever seen before really existed.

……

As Cenarius, the king of the forest, turned into a hurricane and disappeared into the depths of the forest, the clearing where Arthas and Malfurion were alone again - perhaps more than that - and Arthas discovered that Cenarius, the king of the forest, had something else left behind.

"What do you see I've found, Mr. Arthas?"

Tyrande had been hiding behind Frostmourn - as a priest of the Temple of the Moon. She didn't like meeting Senarius, the king of the forest.

It wasn't until the half-human, half-deer god disappeared into the woods that Tyrande emerged from behind Frostmourn and glanced around the ground. Then excitedly said to Arthas.

"What? Oh......"

Arthas looked around, and was a little surprised—at some point, something new appeared in the clearing—a few pieces of flesh that looked fairly fresh wrapped in leaves, and some fruit.

Obviously, these were all foods that Malfurion's teacher, Cenarius, the king of the forest, brought them by the way.

"Let's take a little rest here and have a bite to eat...... If it's too late, stay here for the night. What do you think of waiting until dawn to move on? ”

Alsace bent down and poked a bunch of grape grains with his fingers on a large leaf. Then he looked up and asked a few of the Night Elves who were a little confused.

Illidan glanced at Arthas, but didn't answer him - the night elf mage was trying to use the arcane energy in his body to feel the "seed of power" that the king of the forest, Cenarius, had just given him, and seemed to have little interest in Arthas's proposal.

"But...... Mr. Alsace...... Why don't we move forward now. And then what about resting during the day? ”

Malfurion heard Arthas's words. Asked with some confusion.

"What, why? Isn't that common sense? ”

Arthas listened to Malfurion's words and had doubts.

"But Mr. Alsace, we don't like to be in the sun...... I also think we should go to Aisaline in the evening when the moon is bright. ”

Tyrande interjected timidly on the side to dispel Arthas's doubts - it turned out that what he thought was not the common sense of the Night Elves - and it was only after Tyrande's reminder that Arthas realized that the reason why these pointy-eared races were called Night Elves and their habit of being nocturnal ......

"Alright then, let's follow your rules, and let's move on. Wait until dawn to stop and rest...... Ms. Tyrande, please. ”

Arthas nodded. Then he said to Tyrande.

"Oh, good...... But...... That one...... Ms. Frost, can you not ...... this time Hold me ......."

Tyrande nodded, and subconsciously wanted to walk to her mount, the white nightblade leopard Eskadar, but she said with a look of embarrassment as if she had suddenly remembered something.

"Okay, okay, it's annoying, as if Frost is willing to hug you...... This time, Xiaoshuang hid in the arms of her master, so she didn't have to be afraid at all! ”

Frostmourn interrupted Tyrande's plea with an impatient screech, and then pushed and shoved the Night Elf priestess to stop talking about her humiliating things, and instead hurry to get the lazy, sleepy Nightblade Panther ready.

Arthas slowly followed Frost Sorrow and Tyrande—his brow furrowed, completely devoid of the composure he had in front of Cenarius, the king of the forest.

- If the Burning Legion were to invade Azeroth at this time, and he himself would have to stop their attack...... Doesn't that mean...... Frostmourn has to face the leader of the mighty Burning Legion, Kilgardan the Fraudster, and Akmund the Tainter, or even the more powerful fallen Titan Sargeras?

The safety of Azeroth was important to Arthas, but let Frostmourn risk such a formidable foe...... At the end of the day, Arthas couldn't help but wonder if it was worth it.

……

Arthas hadn't thought through the first rays of the morning when the first rays of morning cast dappled shadows over the glade through the overlapping branches of the trees, but the constant sleepiness had made it difficult for him to continue thinking - after all, he was not used to the nocturnal life for Arthas.

The three nightbladed leopards were already lazily lying in the shade of the roots, and Illidan was using the reins to secure them to the edges of the roots.

"Mr. Arthas! We can stop and rest! ”

Tyrande walked over to Arthas's side and said with a happy expression, but was glared at by Frost Grief and muffled the rest of his words.

"Shhhh You idiot...... The owner is already asleep! ”

Frost Sorrow sat on the grass with her back to a tree root, her posture casual and graceful, as if she was not at all worried that the straw sandals and mud spots would stain her beautiful blue dress; Arthas lay on his side beside Frostmourn, his head resting on the thigh of the little magic sword, and Tyrande looked closely and saw that he had fallen asleep.

"Yikes! I'm sorry, I didn't mean to ......"

Tyrande quickly covered his mouth, then crouched down beside Frostmourn and whispered. (To be continued......)