In the gloomy and terrifying forest, the earth was corroded by evil black magic and no grass grew. Even the trees were affected by these and became even more sinister. The branches without branches were like minions extended by demons, making people shudder.

In this woods, scattered undead are wandering around, and they have their own targets. Some will attack the nearby temporary camps of blood elves, while others will follow the eye-catching signposts of the Death Mark to the elves' capital Silver Moon City.

Their behavior is not controlled, and if it is controlled... there will be no more blood elves' stronghold nearby.

The sound of branches being trampled and broken suddenly sounded in this forest. The undead who had originally wandered unconsciously became alert in an instant.

They shook their hatred heads, watching everywhere, trying to find the source of the sound. The broken weapon in their hands slowly raised.

Suddenly, a series of big red cloaks jumped down from the trees behind them. The red Quel'thalas blade kept flashing in the jungle.

At the same time, Quel'thalas Rangers appeared on the surrounding trees. They stood firmly on the trunk, and the longbows in their hands kept opening and closing, and feather arrows made a whizzing sound, shooting on the heads of the undead and pierced their skulls.

They rolled and jumped on the trees, moving their positions, supporting the rangers fighting on the land below.

The unilateral massacre ended soon.

The ground was full of corpses of the dead, and dozens of rangers wearing Quel'thalas red and green leather armor stood around in scattered ways, protecting the safety of the two rangers in the middle.

The two rangers located in the middle of the encirclement silently checked the corpses of the undead on the ground, just like they wanted to see some clues from them.

"Pile them up and burn them."

Rothma took out a hand towel from the big red cloak behind him, and carefully wiped the blood of the battle blade clean. Then he casually stood on the corpse carried by the elves.

"The soldiers on the border do this, but their number does not decrease..." Hadurun was also helpless. The number of the Scourge was too much.

Lothama frowned and looked at the Ranger General Hadurun beside him, "This is not a good sign, Hadurun, these undead seem to be planning something."

Then he sighed and continued to say in a daze without waiting for Hadurun to speak, "Can we get rid of this battle? Hadurun. Every time we fight, we lose some elite soldiers, which is tantamount to annihilation disaster for us."

"We can deal with them! Regent." Hadurun looked at Lothema firmly, "We can!"

Lothama looked at the rangers who were piled up dead bodies and whispered to Hadurun, "Now I have to admit what you said. If we hope that Quel'thalas can be revived again, it will not be possible by our force alone. We must have allies."

"Talk about allies, what do you say about that human noble?" Hadurun turned to look at Lothama.

The human nobles from the Kingdom of Lordaeron had a malfunction during the teleportation of the Sun-Chasing Royal Court. This news was strictly conserved, which was undoubtedly another trouble for the elves, and even more troublesome is that they were willing to form an alliance with them.

He even promised them to help them defend the southern border. But he disappeared and has not been found yet.

As a human who once had a covenant for thousands of years, Quel'thalas's elves tended to alliance with humans rather than Sylvanas, with nearly commanding instructions.

Yes, when Lothama thought of this, he felt a little depressed. Sylvanas came to Silver Moon City a few days ago. Just as the human noble said, she proposed to help them defend the entire southern region, and the price was that their elves joined the tribe under her recommendation.

Aside from these conditions, what Lorthema couldn't stand was Sylvanas's attitude. She gave orders to herself as she had ordered herself, regardless of the status and status of both parties.

This embarrassed Lothemma and was also a little frightened.

In fact, Lothemma is not easy to refute, after all, the Wind Walker family has contributed everything to this country. Her mother was once the Ranger General of Quel'thalas, and her eldest sister was also Ranger General. For the sake of the entire country, her whereabouts are unknown, her sister's Wenleza rescued the Red Dragon Queen, etc.

This is a prominent family, and everyone in the entire family is fighting for this country.

Where is Sylvanas? She was also the Ranger General of Quel'thalas during her lifetime, and was her boss. She led Quel'thalas to fight the undead until the last moment of her life, and sacrificed her life for Quel'thalas.

Lothama admitted that she had no confidence to face her instructions, and it seemed that she should do this...

"Lorthema?" Hadurun's call made Lorthema wake up. He looked at the dead bodies that had begun to ignite a raging fire under the action of the combustion aid. It was time for them to leave, otherwise they would be surrounded by tens of thousands of undead.

Rothema waved forward, and the rangers began to gather their teams and walked forward.

"If we can find him, we will not be able to form an alliance with them again," Rothema followed the Rangers and continued to whisper, "If there is still a chance, we...don't consider forming an alliance with Sylvanas."

"The prince has no objection, and in fact he has no objection to whom we form an alliance. It's just," Lothemma shook his head, and he once again recalled the scene in his mind when he first saw Sylvanas after her death.

Lothama recalled that when he entered the hall, the only sound he heard was the echo of his footsteps, but even these echoes seemed to fade away unnaturally because of Sylvanas's presence.

In the hall where she was standing for the reception, Rothema felt that the light here was dimming a lot. It was not that the light became dark or gloomy, but that the light around was swallowed by her place, as if the sun was about to bypass her and leave.

Her fierce eyes were white, and her lifeless skin on her face made people pale. A row of Forsaken Guards of the Royal Terror Guards lined up on both sides of her, and the dead bones of her hands clasped the black blades.

Rothema's face was very serious. Seeing her at that time, he would immediately think of Sylvanas's fate. This feeling was like being torn apart in his heart, and it hurt so much that he could not get rid of it.

Shaking her head and throwing this bad memory out of her mind, Rothema turned to look at Hadurun and said, "She is no longer our Ranger General. She is no longer the elf of Quelthalas. She is now a Forgotten, a Forgotten, the King of Banshee. She represents the interests of the Forgotten, not us, not our former country, Quelthalas!"

"She is essentially different from us now. She is no longer a living person. Although it is very unpleasant to say this, it is indeed the case. We are living people, and we think differently."

"So," said Lothema as if he was convinced, "we will cooperate with humans if there is an option. After all, they are living people."

"What if there is no chance to choose?" Hadurun asked back at Lothama.
Chapter completed!