What made Lor'themar feel better was that the queen did not come with an army.

He still took a few minutes to walk to the front hall. During these times, he wanted to regain his self-esteem as a ruler. In the five years as regent, he had become accustomed to using a majestic demeanor on appropriate occasions.

Wrap it up yourself.

Queen Sylvanas swallowed up all the light around her like a black hole. The light collapsed into her eyes - those eyes were not the blue of Quel'dorei, or even the green of Sin'dorei, but dark blood red.

, like a fire at a funeral. It made her

The unique gray-blue face of the deceased looked even more terrifying. Of course, she did not come alone. She was followed by eight guards. Lor'themar believed that those were the legendary Royal Terror Guards. Their pitch-black blades would stand out in any situation.

There will be no mercy at all.

When Lor'themar walked into the front hall, all he could hear was his own footsteps - even the sound seemed to fade away faster than usual in front of the Banshee Queen.

"You're too slow."

Lor'themar heard Sylvanas's voice, which can make you tremble involuntarily like fingernails scraping against a metal wall. He could also see the skin around Sylvanas's mouth showing small cracks when she spoke.

Then it closed again, like snake scales, and like fragile parchment.

"No, I'm going with my army," Lor'themar said quickly.

"It's still too slow, but you will still be of some use. Now take your people and set off immediately."

"Yes, of course I will, my lady."

Lor'themar was as bitter as eating dead grass, and the toxins paralyzed his body. But what could he do? Every time he saw Sylvanas, he would be reminded of the fate she experienced, and that was all.

The elf's wound felt as if the scab had just been torn open again. It was very painful and difficult to subside for a long time.

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At the Tower of Windrunner, Sylvanas didn't know that she from this world had come to visit her, and she and her subordinates encountered some troubles.

The rangers who explored southward discovered a city of natural disasters. The elves under Desom and Sylvanas had known about it before, but this was the first time they discovered it at a visual distance.

"There are mountains and seas of skeletons gathered there, countless spider demons, and several pyramids of the undead..."

When the scout reported back, the female elf frowned. Undoubtedly, Desom's existence would threaten the elves of the Windrunner tribe. But...

"But we should first clarify Silvermoon City's attitude..."

Neither of her subordinates agreed to use troops when the situation was unclear. They were afraid of losing the home they had finally regained.

"Then take it easy," Sylvanas said. For her, everything is developing in the direction she expected.

Not going to use troops did not prevent her from personally investigating Dysholme. After leaving the Windrunner tribe and heading south, less than a day's journey later, the land turned into what it was like when the Eastern Plaguelands turned out. It looked like pus was flowing everywhere.

In the bubbling green water, disgusting mushrooms thrive next to the green puddles, and brainless skeletons wander around the periphery, automatically attacking all forests found.

"A few days ago, the corrosion wasn't here yet."

The ranger under his command pointed to a rock on the surface. He rode to the stone more than one meter high and said in surprise: "Five days ago, the corroded ground only reached the front of the stone, but now it has reached the middle. I won't remember it wrong.

Yeah, I was lurking here all day."

This is extremely bad news.

Sylvanas and his guards rode over, and one of the guards thrust his sword into the soil, just at the edge of the corroded earth. The female elf camped here to rest, and marked several other different locations.

Hours later, the corrosion of the earth passed all marked points, and there was obviously a slight corrosion distance.

"It must be resolved as soon as possible!" Sylvanas returned hurriedly.

As soon as she returned to the easternmost guard tower, she immediately called Hawksbill and Aurora.

"I must go to Silvermoon City myself."

"What happened?" Aurora asked worriedly when she saw Sylvanas returning in a hurry not long after going south for reconnaissance. The female spellcaster's intuition told her that something important had happened.

"Yes, it's important," Sylvanas said of their discovery.

Hawksbill and Aurora also looked solemn.

"I will leave in a moment. You stay here and be prepared to deal with the crisis. Lor'themar will know that the real threat is not us."

"Then please bring more guards," Hawksbill said.

"No, I'm enough as an elf. Lor'themar doesn't have the ability to keep me."

"At least bring your escort."

"Hawkesbill is right, madam, the guard can at least protect you in times of danger." Senior Priest Aurora also said.

The two subordinates were like this. Sylvanas selected eight people from her bodyguards and rode the starry night to Quitalin. She would first contact the elves of the kingdom there, and then turn north and go to Silvermoon City.

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The dew wetted the cloak, and the silver moon soaked the clothes.

On the third day after departure, I took a night's rest. Tomorrow I will cross the scar of death. When riding towards the water source in my memory, the spots of fire are like stars rising.

Sylvanas and his guards had to stay far away.

"Have elves arrived first? There are quite a few fires."

Based on the number of fires, she was able to tell that there were at least 300 to 400 troops there: 'Is it the army from Silvermoon City? Do I want to go directly? What is their purpose here?'

Sensing his master's hesitation, the chocobo sat down and scratched the ground uneasily with its paws.

"I have to go no matter what," Sylvanas decided to herself. If that team came for her and the elves, in order to stop the bloodshed, she must go. If not, she should also find out.

their purpose.

"Let's go there," Sylvanas said to the guard, riding over first.

As she got closer and closer to that place, as if she had a telepathic connection, she suddenly felt a familiar yet unfamiliar feeling come over her heart.

'Is something going to happen?'

The water source is in a forest, which is a small lake formed by underground spring water. Turning around the trees, many exclamations came from the trees and the dark night. She knew that those voices came from the rangers who were keeping watch, but there were no elves to stop her.

There was a little commotion, and there was a constant buzzing in the woods on both sides.

After riding to the entrance of the camp, she was stopped by a group of blood knights, and the feeling of familiarity and strangeness became even stronger.

"I am Sylvanas, let your commander come out."

The blood knights looked at her face in shock.

Lor'themar, who was preparing to rest in the camp, was woken up by his ranger commander and whispered something in his ear. He immediately walked towards the entrance of the camp. Filled with doubts and uneasiness, he walked a hundred steps away and then stopped.

I can't walk anymore.

Illuminated by the moonlight, the figure riding on the chocobo just turned his head and saw him.
Chapter completed!