By this time, Illidan had no energy to be jealous of Arthas because of Tyrande's envious tone—he was a man who could easily be distracted by other things—especially those powerful things that interested him.

In Illidan's mind, Arthas was undoubtedly one of those beings - Illidan once thought that Cenarius, the king of the forest, was the most powerful of all the creatures he had ever seen, but he didn't pay much attention to it, because he knew that Cenarius, the king of the forest, was powerful because he inherited the noble blood of Malorne the White Deer.

But the Mr. Alsace in front of him ...... How did he get to where he is today? The so-called human ...... What kind of race is it? They can unleash powerful spells that can easily take the strong Kotaros? Ravenscrest is knocked unconscious, and can even make the mighty dragon a willing mount in their crotch......

What the hell is this guy coming from...... Is it really just an ordinary creature like himself? Or is it just a monster that looks like a human? - Looking at the back of Arthas, Illidan carrying the unconscious Kotaros? Rafincrest, stepping on Sindalgoza's heavy wings, passed through the abrupt periosteum, and came to the broad back of the blue dragon.

……

"Mr. Alsace...... Should we stand here, or sit down? ”

As soon as Tyrande stepped onto Sindagoza's back, he asked Arthas with some nervousness - no way, as if she had ridden Eskadar's back for the first time, even though Tyrande felt the scales under his feet firm and thick. But there was still no way for her not to worry about her safety.

"Whatever you want, Lady Tyrande...... Just be careful not to fall. ”

Arthas hurriedly reminded Tyrande that he remembered his time on the back of the Red Dragon Queen. You know, that guy's back has never been a stabilizing factor.

"Don't worry, my host...... I'll fix your surroundings with an arcane barrier...... No matter what happens, you won't be allowed to fall. ”

As soon as Arthas finished speaking, the sound of Sindagoza's urn came from under their feet.

"Can it be? I've always been scared that I'm going to fall......"

Arthas listened to Sindagosa's explanation, couldn't help but open his mouth slightly, and then said with some chagrin.

"Before...... Has the owner ridden a dragon before? I'm talking about the living ......."

Sindagosa seemed to be stunned for a moment. Then asked.

"Yes, I met the Queen of the Red Dragon while I was in Lordaeron...... Alexstasa. You should know about her, right? ”

Arthas nodded subconsciously, and then remembered that Sindagossa was not on the other side of him, so he smiled self-deprecatingly.

"Alexstasa? It turned out to be that guy...... It's no wonder that her brain doesn't work very well. I don't want to worry about the safety of the passengers on my back...... You're so lucky, host. Didn't fall off her back. ”

Sindagosa said with some trepidation.

"Shut up! Sindagosa! Don't you see that I am always by my master's side? With me, how could the master fall off the back of that big stupid dragon! Fly up and stop talking nonsense! ”

Frost Grief interrupted Sindalgossa unhappily and stomped her back hard, shouting willfully.

"Okay...... Master, I'm taking off......"

Sindagosa didn't argue with Frost Grief again, just nodded at his massive head, his muscular limbs straining slightly. With the help of the arcane power that gradually gathered, he flashed his wings that covered the sky and the sun. With the air currents in the air, it rose from the ground and flew towards the sky.

……

"Yikes!"

Tyrande couldn't help but let out a scream, subconsciously reached out and grabbed Arthas's arm beside him, and closed his eyes tightly.

The manic air swept across Tyrande's delicate cheeks, and the wind whirred in her ears - although there was some kind of enchantment on her back, as the blue dragon had just said, that would keep Tyrande's heels firmly on her back, but ......

The Night Elves had tamed Hippogriffs as their flying mounts, but Tyrande never had the opportunity to ride a Hippogriff - her first flight was on the empty back of a massive dragon, and despite her adventurous nature, her heart couldn't help but tighten for the thrill.

"Hey, you guy...... Let go of the master, don't take advantage of the master! ”

Frostgrief angrily shouted to Tyrande, reaching out to push the Night Elf priestess out of the way, but was stopped by Arthas.

"No...... No way! Ms. Frost ...... I'm scared and have to hold on to something! ”

Tyrande knew that something was wrong with his actions, but ...... For the sake of her own peace of mind, she still refused to let go of Arthas, but grabbed his arm tighter - although Mr. Arthas is Lady Frost's fiancé, but in such a crisis situation, it shouldn't matter if she "borrows" a little, right? Anyway...... Anyway, when she was on Eskadar's back before, Lady Frost hugged her tightly like this! Now it's even! - Tyrande thought to himself.

"Okay, Xiaoshuang, don't be so stingy...... Actually, Ms. Tyrande, you don't need to be so afraid, we are safe now...... It's just that if you keep your eyes closed, you're going to miss out on a lot of rare scenery. ”

Arthas reached out to block Frostmourn's little hand that wanted to "attack" Tyrande, pinched it on the little devil's face, making her mischievous expression a little funny, and then whispered comforting to Tyrande.

"Really...... Are you sure? ”

Tyrande listened to Arthas's words, and finally couldn't help the curiosity in her heart—she subconsciously leaned towards Arthas's side, and then opened her eyes timidly.

It was true—and almost instantly, Tyrande had given the answer in his mind—and at some point, Sindagossa had left the ground and was flying smoothly high in the air.

The huge wings on both sides flapped regularly and made a loud sound; Passing through the bones and wings of the spinous processes, Tyrande's eyes widened as he stared at the white air masses around him that were rapidly retreating.

Are those clouds? In the sky, they looked like this—the young Priestess of the Moon couldn't help but stretch out her hand, feeling the wind rushing past her fingertips, and thought in amazement. (To be continued.) )