In fact, Arthas doesn't know much about the cycle of time - even if he hides his real name now, as long as he stays 10,000 years ago, then there will always be an opportunity for him and Frost Sorrow to reveal their original names in the time before he returns to the original time stream - this is the rule of the timeline, there are accidents, there are bifurcations, but after all, it will retain some of its inevitable characteristics.

"Alsace...... Minethiel ...... What a strange name! ”

Tyrande repeated the name of Arthas in Darnassus, then whispered.

"Hah! It's strange that you dare to say the name of the master! You old woman! ”

Frost Grief stood beside Arthas for a long time, watching the continuous conversation between Tyrande and Arthas, the little demon sword was already a little uncomfortable in his heart, but he never found the opportunity to vent.

It just so happened that Tyrande's murmur was heard by Frost Sorrow, and the little magic sword suddenly came to his senses and immediately jumped out to accuse the other party - but Frost Sorrow's impression of Tyrande was still stuck in the time of the Lich King, and Tyrande at that time could obviously be called an ...... "old woman".

Of course, triumphant Frost Sorrow forgets that she herself is not too young, and is even much older than Tyrande, if Tyrande were an old woman...... So what is the little magic sword itself?

"Huh? Sorry, I didn't mean that, I mean ......"

Tyrande was taken aback by Frost Grief's sudden shout, and she thought she had offended the tradition of the two "visitors". So he hurriedly apologized.

"Xiaoshuang, don't talk nonsense...... It's okay, Ms. Tyrande. I know...... My name does get a bit long. ”

Arthas reluctantly dragged Frost Sorrow behind him, then spoke to Tyrande.

"Not really, right...... There are many, many names among us Night Elves...... By the way, Mr. Arthas, where are you going? Do you want to continue traveling? ”

Tyrande pursed her lips and smiled, then asked curiously - young Tyrande had never left the vicinity of Sulamar City, she had only heard from the older Night Elves about their allies. The Panda People are a very travelling race, but they didn't expect that these two "humans" who had never heard of them would also travel on the mainland...... If it weren't for the sacrificial duties of the Moon Temple. Truth be told, Tyrande really wanted to get out and see the rest of the continent.

Hearing Tyrande's question, Arthas couldn't help but think about what happened ten thousand years ago. Arthas didn't know very well - he did know that the Burning Legion had invaded the world 10,000 years ago. But...... He didn't know exactly what the process would be.

Come to think of it, Arthas can only remember that the first invasion of the Burning Legion should have something to do with the Night Elves, now that he has seen Tyrande...... Arthas felt that he could stop here for a moment, and then think about his next plan - although the eternal dragon Mnozdo sent himself to save the world, ...... Alsace isn't ready yet!

"That's right, Lady Tyrande, if you don't mind...... My fiancée and I would like to take a break in the Night Elf city—you know. We've come from far away and we're very tired now......"

Arthas thought about it. Instead, he pleaded with Tyrande.

"Of course, Mr. Arthas, come with me, I'd like to hear from you about your travels!"

Tyrande said happily - the Night Elves are a hospitable race, how could they refuse to enter their city in the face of walkers from afar?

……

Just as Arthas followed Tyrande with an unhappy Frost Sorrow on his face, stepping on the soft grass towards Sulama City, the main city of the Night Elves, in the farthest north of the world, in a cave of towering icebergs, a huge head jerked its head up and looked far south—with this series of movements, a pale blue light lit up the originally dark cave—it was a blue dragon.

The hundred-meter-long body hovered over the cold ground of the cave, the huge scales were covered with beautiful patterns, and the long white dragon whiskers looked more delicate, which only the wise people who were familiar with the dragon's habits would know, which was a sign to distinguish the sex of the dragon - the male dragon was stronger.

Wrapped in ornate scales, the blue dragon slowly emerged out of the cave where it was roosting - under a burst of lilac arcane light, the massive blue creature soared into the air, flapped its wings toward the heart of the continent, and soon disappeared into the distant sky, returning the silence of the North to silence.

……

Arthas followed Tyrande into the city of Sulamar - the first time he had been to the city of the Night Elves - both in the original stream and in the present.

As Arthas had thought, he was not presented with a splendid city - it would be more appropriate to call it a town, in the lingua franca of mankind.

Not as glorious as Dalaran or Lordaeron, Arthas followed Tyrande through the bustling city of Sulama - the Night Elves wore a variety of coloured services - green, yellow, or blue, some of them buying and selling goods, some of them were testing their archery, some were talking loudly about something, but when Arthas and Frostmourn had entered, the Night Elves stopped what they were busy with and focused on Arthas.

"Master, these guys are watching us......"

Frostmourn became even more unhappy, and she leaned into Arthas's ear and whispered to her master that the little magic sword didn't like to interact with the living, especially the Night Elves as if they were monsters—and that Frostmourn preferred to kill the pointy-eared creatures if she could, and then communicate with their spirits.

"I'm sorry, Lady Frost, but my people have never seen ...... The human race, so ...... But don't worry, they are all very kind Night Elves, and with the patronage of His Highness Elune, we will not harm anyone...... Except, of course, the filthy trolls, hehe! ”

Tyrande's ears were pointed, bent back in a long arc, obviously her hearing was also very good, and Frost Sorrow just didn't know if it was because of inertia, or for some other reason, she was actually communicating with Arthas in the language of the Night Elves, so she was listened to by Tyrande, and she quickly turned around and comforted her two "guests". (To be continued......)