South of Holy Light Monastery, in a hidden forest.

Demonic corpses littered the ground, ranging from powerful eredar warlocks to ordinary demon guards. Without exception, they were all accurately hit on the head by a dilapidated and old Farstrider arrow that was filled with necromantic energy.

, died on the spot.

The faces of half of the demons still maintained the dazed look they had before death, apparently unaware of the approaching danger. Although the second half responded, they were too late to dodge the life-threatening arrow.

A tall woman wearing a cloak and a hood walked slowly towards a big tree with elegant steps. She also held a strong bow in her hand, and her slender fingers tapped the bow handle rhythmically, saying "

"Click, click, click" sound.

Careless and extremely casual.

Just like shooting those dozens of powerful demon elites, it was not difficult for her at all.

The broken cloak, which had been covered in blood and lost its original color, had distinct high elf characteristics, and the emblem of the Farstrider Ranger of Quel'Thalas was embroidered on the back shoulder.

The breeze blew by, the cloak fluttered, and the perfect body that was originally covered was revealed.

She wears extremely light, close-fitting light armor, with a slender waist and slender, round legs exposed. Due to years of training, she has a perfect and sexy buttocks, and her tight thigh muscles are visible when she moves around.

There is no trace of jitter caused by excess fat.

She is like a panther walking in the forest, ready to enjoy its prey, dangerous and extremely tempting.

She stood still in front of the big tree and looked coldly at the creature in front of her. Although her skin color had turned gray, her eyes were scarlet, and her expression was chilling, this did not diminish the stunning feeling of her beautiful face at all. On the contrary, it made her

It has a different kind of beauty.

She said softly:

"It's not easy to catch you, Nasrezim."

The voice was cold and cold, as if coming from the Nine Netherworld Prison.

A huge Dread Demon half-knelt in front of a tree, its limbs pierced by sharp arrows, its hands nailed to the tree trunk, and its knee-like legs were fixed to the ground by an arrow shooting through the thigh and calf respectively.

The necromantic energy that surged from the arrow bound the Dread Lord. It seemed that he had old injuries, so no matter how hard he struggled, he just couldn't break free.

"Sylvanas..."

The Dread Lord raised his head, his eyes full of fear.

"There will be no one who knows how to use necromancy to control the undead better than Nasrezim. Forgive me, I am willing to be loyal to you and assemble an unimaginable army of undead for you to complete your revenge.

…”

Under the cover of the hood, Sylvanas's lips curved into a sarcastic smile:

"Varimathras, even if you die, you can return to the Twisting Nether to reshape your body. Why do I feel that your motives are not so pure? Are you greedy for life and afraid of death? I don't think so."

Varimathras was stunned when he heard this.

"But I do need your ability. Since you can control these undead, just do me a small favor." As she said that, Sylvanas pulled out a strange-looking dagger from her waist.

It had a wheel-shaped blade, and on its gauntlet was an eye that was spinning around. After looking around for a moment, it suddenly focused on Varimathras.

It seemed that due to the appearance of this dagger, the forest was suddenly filled with extremely rich shadow energy, and tiny whispers that were difficult to distinguish also sounded from unknown places.

Varimathras' pupils shrank, he became inexplicably frightened, and cowered:

"what are you up to?"

Sylvanas stared at the dagger in her hand, as if listening to its whispers. After a while, she smiled evilly and stabbed Varimathras in the chest.

"puff--"

The tough breastplate of the Dread Lord was penetrated by the dagger like a piece of tofu. Strangely, the ominous light flickered, but not a drop of blood flowed out, as if it was all absorbed by this terrifying dagger.

For a time, the dark whispers became clearer and louder, gradually resounding through the forest.

Varimathras' body was shaking constantly and he had lost consciousness.

"Of course, to make sure that you can be loyal to me as you said..." Sylvanas said softly.

Da da da……

The sound of boots on dry grass could be heard in the distance.

Sylvanas turned around, snorted coldly after seeing the person clearly, and said as if she had expected it:

"Is it you? I knew you would come."

"Ms. Sylvanas, I have to say that you have shattered my last expectation for you."

The one who spoke found Angma here through the soul imprint that Sylvanas left in her spiritual space.

Seeing Sylvanas attacking Varimathras with Xal'atath, how could Angmar still not understand?

Everything is as expected.

It was Sylvanas who recovered her body and attacked Archbishop Faol and took away this ominous blade.

It's just that what she did was more perfect than Angmar thought. It seemed that she wanted to use the Blade of the Dark Empire to control Varimathras, and then control his undead army to fight against Arthas.

"expect?"

Sylvanas released the hilt of her sword, stood up, and looked at Angmar with interest.

"What kind of expectations?"

Facing her head-on, the Banshee King's perfect figure is undoubtedly revealed. Her towering chest, flat belly, and her delicate face all exude a breathtaking and fatal beauty.

Angmar sighed and said in a deep voice: "Even though we have different positions, I thought we were on the same side before removing the Lich King. Now, you are coveting a power that does not belong to you.

"

"Yeah?"

Sylvanas laughed noncommittally, stepped forward slowly, looked sideways at Angmar from a close distance, and asked knowingly:

"Then how are you going to stop me? Do you think that if you say to me, 'Sylvanas, give it to me', I will obediently offer Xal'atath's hands to you?"

Before Angmar could answer, she continued: "That stupid guy can't use the power of Xal'atath. He actually wants to use this artifact to help the undead get rid of the control of the Lich King - it's inefficient, a fool's errand. Busy work.

It took more than a month, but only dozens of undead souls were rescued. Huh, how stupid it is."

As he spoke, Angmar noticed that about dozens of undead appeared at the edge of the forest, but Sylvanas did not take precautions and still looked careless.

Angmar looked around and found that none of the undead seemed to be controlled by the Lich King, nor did they seem to be under the control of Xal'atath, so he couldn't help but ask:
Chapter completed!