Not knowing if it was her own delusion, Tyrande noticed that though the Lady had been religiously performing rituals that she couldn't understand but found powerful, she seemed to be paying attention to her side—or rather to the wall in front of her.

If it weren't for the fact that Lady Frost didn't affect her licking and swallowing of the sacred "stick" between Mr. Arthas's legs every time she looked sideways, Tyrande really thought that his voyeurism might have been discovered!

As time went on, Tyrande noticed that the "stick" that was being licked by the Frost Lady between Mr. Arthas's legs was getting thicker and thicker - the whole tip was also purplish and purple, as if it was about to swell - and was surprised by this situation, and wondered what the stick was going to become, and Frost Lady would stop licking it...... Oh no...... In short, Mr. Arthas's body seemed to tremble slightly, and then ...... Hey? Mr. Arthas seems to have woken up?

……

Arthas felt as if he was in a dream - in which he had been thrown into the icy icecrown fortress by the unreasonable eternal dragon Mnozdor - unlike his own memory, this time, the eternal dragon Mnozdor did not seem to give himself a chance to redeem himself, he just left himself in the empty icecrown fortress and disappeared inexplicably.

This completely different development from Arthas's memory certainly threw him into a state of panic, however. This Icecrown fortress doesn't seem to be a place Arthas is familiar with—no undead scourge legions, no countless vargri, no necromantic dragons, and no ...... The sorrow of frost that is deeply bound to Arthas.

Not sure why. Arthas stumbled suddenly—he found himself without the armor of Sarron's iron that he had worn when he became the Lich King, nor the marching robes he had worn in Silishus's barracks.

Arthas struggled to get up like a helpless reptile on the mirror-like floor of the Icecrown Fortress made of Saron Evil Iron - but for some reason, although he didn't have warm clothes, Arthas didn't feel cold, but he didn't know why there was a slight chill under his bare crotch......

So Arthas awoke - how he wished he could see the familiar brown-and-yellow canopy of Silisus' tent when he opened his eyes - but he was disappointed.

Arthas opened his eyes. As far as the eye could see, the relatively low ceiling of the lounge in the Temple of the Moon, surrounded by a lack of sunlight and a light blue star of Elune, glowing with a crystalline light.

It turned out that the experience was not a dream of my own. Thrown 10,000 years ago with Frostmourn, he was forced to take on the clueless task of stopping the invasion of the Burning Legion - Arthas sounded helplessly - by the way, what about Frostmourn?

A strange and familiar sensation came from between his legs. Alsace propped up his upper body. looked at the end of the bed, and then realized why he had that inexplicable experience in his dream, because ......

"Little frost! What are you doing! ”

Arthas shouted in annoyance—he didn't know if there were other Night Elves living in these lounges, so he kept his voice as low as he could, albeit using the lingua franca.

Frost Sorrow remained the same position Arthas had just woken up into—her body was lowered very low, her full hips were raised high, and the twin peaks on her chest were too low for her upper body. It was slightly flattened from the round appearance, and it peeked through the neckline of the frost sorrow light blue long skirt.

Little Magic Sword's long hair was softly draped over the sides of his delicate cheeks. The cheeks that usually bulge when they are coquettish are deeply sunken because they are sucking the "baby" between Arthas's legs - the little magic sword raised his eyelids, and his shining eyes stared at Arthas's face that was a little red because of shyness for a long time, and then slowly raised his head, but his lips were still tightly wrapped around their "prey", until he completely separated from the mushroom-like top, and then let out a soft "poof".

"Huh? Master, you're awake! ”

Frost Sorrow straightened up and said to Arthas with a smile - if it weren't for the silver thread in the mouth of the little magic sword, Arthas would have almost thought it was just a simple morning greeting good morning.

"Xiaoshuang, what are you doing?"

Arthas propped his body in his hands and moved back, not even having time to lift his pants, first scolding Frost Sorrow with an annoyed expression.

"But...... When the host was sleeping, Xiaoshuang was so bored......"

Frost Grief ignored Arthas's scolding of herself, she knew that her master would not really be angry with herself, but instead of a trace of fear, like a kitten, she climbed a few steps in the direction of Arthas, came over, and said pitifully.

"That'...... You can't do anything like that while I'm asleep......"

Arthas was stunned for a moment, and his tone became hesitant - he was a normal human, maybe a little stronger because of the Red Dragon Queen's Red Dragon Essence, but overall he was still a relatively normal human.

Arthas knew he needed to sleep, but Frost's Sorrow never had to rest—every night when he slept, Little Magic Sword had to pass those lonely moments alone—and the thought of this made Arthas feel ...... It seems that Frost Sorrow hasn't done anything wrong, isn't he overreacting a little?

"Oh...... But now the master has woken up! Isn't it okay to continue? ”

Frost Sorrow continued to crawl forward, her hands crossed Arthas's legs, propped up at his side, the neckline of the long skirt hanging down slightly, a pair of plump white breasts swayed gently, and the two pink "little cherries" at the top could be faintly seen, now slightly inflated.

"This ......"

Faced with Frost Sorrow's little by little advance, Arthas muttered that he didn't know what to do - when was the last time Frost Sorrow took the initiative to woo him? It seems that he was still not completely transformed by the Red Dragon Queen, right? Suddenly like this, Alsace really didn't feel a good feeling......

"Okay, master...... Xiaoshuang hasn't done anything embarrassing with her master for a long time......"

Frost Sorrow crawled in front of Arthas, his body straightened up suddenly, his legs slightly apart, his slender arms rested on Arthas's broad shoulders, and the plump twin peaks wrapped in the light blue dress really pressed towards Arthas like a small mountain. (To be continued......)