At this moment, Tyrande even had the idea of running away - the spell was so realistic that she could even see the faint shallow lines of Frost Sorrow's fingertips through the walls.

Just when Tyrande didn't dare to make a move, she noticed that Lady Frost had withdrawn her finger - it seemed that she had just pointed at the wall, and it seemed that she had not found herself, but had just clicked on the wall.

Unable to believe her own judgment, Tyrande continued to observe, and then noticed that Lady Frost did not seem to pay attention to herself, but focused on Mr. Arthas.

"Whew...... It's so dangerous, I thought I was discovered......"

Tyrande breathed a sigh of relief—she decided to end her voyeurism right away—if Illidan asked...... By the way, I can stay here a little longer, and if Illidan asks, I can say something to him!

But...... Just as Tyrande was about to end the spell, Frost Grief's next move forced her to stop - Tyrande noticed that Frost was taking off Mr. Arthas's pants!

"Ahh This is being done...... What the? ”

Tyrande let out an exclamation of exclamation—she couldn't help but lean closer to the wall in front of her, carefully watching Frost Lady's next move—Tyrande wasn't embarrassed, she was just curious.

However, Frostmourn's next move made Tyrande even more confused - Frost seemed to have taken off Mr. Arthas's pants and then from a handful of not-so-luxuriant hairs. With two slender fingers, I picked up a ...... Round stuff.

Tyrande stared intently at what Frost Sorrow's fingers were playing with—it looked like a thick python, but it wasn't that long; The tip is rounded like an umbrella-like head of a mushroom. But it's not as thin as a mushroom......

"So Lady Frost was looking for this thing just now? Odd...... Why didn't you see such a thing hidden on Mr. Alsace last night? What is it used for? ”

Tyrande asked to herself, and she thought about turning off the voyeur spell just now, and decided to continue observing.

Then Tyrande noticed that Lady Frost had bent over, leaning down, her whole body tucked between Mr. Arthas's legs, and the tip of her pink tongue stretched out. Lick it lightly at the tip of that "mushroom head".

"Is this thing meant to be licked? Is it something to eat? But...... It seems that the end is attached to Mr. Arthas...... Could it be that Lady Frost is eating Mr. Arthas's tail? Wrong...... The tail should be a ...... that grows behind the fart/thigh"

Tyrande felt bewildered, and she leaned closer to the wall as she muttered to herself. Watching carefully, she still felt a little difficult to see clearly because of the distance.

Then, Tyrande was startled by Frost's actions again—for she noticed that Frost seemed to be glancing at her side again—and if it weren't for the fact that she knew that there was a solid wall in front of her, Tyrande would almost have thought that the slightly playful look in Frost's eyes was directed at herself!

But...... If not against yourself. So what is it? Could it be that the Frost Lady is on the wall. Are there any funny patterns? Why else did she keep looking this way—Tyrande watched intently as Lady Frost took the next move, looking for a reason for her actions.

Soon, Tyrande noticed that Lady Frost had made further movements—she seemed to be content not only to lick the transparent slime at the tip of the "mushroom head", but opened her mouth and swallowed the long, round bunch in her mouth!

Tyrande was taken aback by what she saw—she didn't know if it was her own delusion, as if the object between Mr. Arthas's legs had been floppy at first, and had been tossed around by Frost like a rope...... But now it's hard, like a stick!

Tyrande was intrigued by this wonderful, soft and hard rod - she wondered if it was Mr. Arthas's secret treasure hidden deep in her body. I don't know why Ms. Frost would eat such a thing in her stomach......

Wrong!

Tyrande soon discovered that Lady Frost had not eaten Mr. Arthas's hard stick—she seemed to have taken it into her mouth deeply—though only a fraction of it for the sake of its length.

The reason for this judgment. It was because Tyrande found that soon Lady Frost had spit out the rod as it was—no, not as it was—and Tyrande noticed that the tip of the rod, which had been a little whitish in color, had become more swollen and a little purplish-red—a bit like the debating scholars in front of the Temple of the Moon, whose faces were bloodied when they became angry.

"What is Lady Frost doing? Is it to make this thing wet with saliva? But isn't there water on the table to drink? Why do you have to use saliva? Could it be something...... Ritual? ”

Tyrande muttered, wondering what might have happened—well, it must have been—that he had talked to Mr. Arthas about too many things yesterday, but there were also many things that had not been discussed, such as the belief in humanity...... Something like that.

Tyrande thought that Lady Frost might be performing some kind of ritual—perhaps a ritual of worship—that looked like this, both in terms of time and in terms of saliva and not overnight water.

Tyrande felt more and more that his suspicion was possible—for Mr. Arthas had crossed so many perilous places, overcome so many difficulties, and that he must have been a faithful adventurer all the way here—and it seemed that although he and Lady Frost had lost all the food and luggage they were carrying, they had taken it symbolically...... Well...... The mushrooms were brought with me, and they were hidden in the most secret location!

Then, in the morning - though Mr. Arthas had not yet woken up, the pious Frost Lady had woken up and began the sacred ritual - well! That's it!

Tyrande looked as Frost Sorrow licked and devoured the hard stick, both in his demeanor and in his movements, as he had been praying to His Highness the Moon God Elune in the morning......

"Maybe this is some kind of totem or something, to Mr. Arthas and Lady Frost, as important to him or her Highness Elune is to herself!"

Tyrande muttered to himself, becoming more and more firm in his convictions. (To be continued......)