"Lor'themar, I see you."

"What are you afraid of? Don't you dare to come to see me?"

Lor'themar really didn't dare to move forward. There was nothing but fear. He was even afraid to speak, because there was a gaze that scratched his back like a razor.

The one in front was Sylvanas, and so was the one behind. It was unmistakable. The aura he sensed was that of Sylvanas he knew. Although there were some changes in her face, it was unmistakable.

But the Queen of the Undercity is in the camp behind!

But why are there two Sylvanas? This is the first time I know that there are two Sylvanas, one is the queen of the undercity, and the other is Sylvanas who lives like a dream. So Quelsa

Lars should get two copies of joy, but why does it become two copies of fear energy? Why does it become like this? Yes! There must be something wrong. Please find a solution quickly, otherwise...

"Who...are you?" Lor'themar forced himself to speak and made a decision.

"I am Sylvanas." Sylvanas recognized her former colleagues at a glance, feeling that she had gone through many changes.

"You are lying, Ms. Sylvanas is in my camp."

"The Blood Knight caught the impostor in front of the door." After Lor'themar said it, he felt relaxed for a while, but he also realized that he hated himself a little. Since then, he had become accustomed to making quick choices between interests, and then said it without changing his expression.

What is best for you.

With an order, the blood knights drew their swords and shields, and surrounded them from the camp.

"Who dares to step forward!"

Oops! The same sound of a long sword rubbing against its scabbard was heard, and Sylvanas's guards formed a human wall around her.

"Enough!"

Sylvanas shouted. She pushed aside the guards and rode to the tip of the Blood Knight's sword. She didn't know when her pupils were dyed golden, and her eyes swept over the Blood Knights who were about to besiege them one by one. Anyone who looked at them more than she did

All the knights who passed by hesitated.

Sylvanas was like a blessed elf. The surrounding moonlight seemed to cover her with a veil. The power similar to the spirit in the golden pupils spread out little by little, and several mana dragons living in the forest were attracted.

He gently wrapped his arms around her shoulders and held the reins.

She was riding so high on the chocobo, and no elf dared to step forward, and no elf dared to look into her eyes.

It's not that the female elf did it intentionally, but when she was in high spirits, she would involuntarily release a little bit of the power from the dragon's blood and the power infused by Xia En.

"Lor'themar!" Sylvanas stared at her former colleagues: "As long as you were still thinking about Quel'Thalas, you would not issue an order to let the elves shed innocent blood. I know that when you expelled Hawksbill,

, is a helpless choice. But do you know that you have become the person you once hated the most, do you still want me to say it? "

'How do you know what I need to face? Naive ideals cannot save the elves.' He wanted to defend himself but nothing came out of his throat. As if being pierced, Lor'themar only felt a twist in his Adam's apple.

It hurts. The Queen of the Undercity’s gaze in the back is like a razor, and the gaze in Sylvanas’ golden pupils in the front is a mithril arrow.

"Okay, Lor'themar, please step aside. Let me face her."

The mana dragons that were attracted were frightened and fled in all directions.

The Queen of the Undercity stepped out of the dark night, with the Royal Terror Guards lined up behind her, eight curves reflecting the cold moonlight.

"Is it you?" The familiar yet unfamiliar feeling was finally revealed. Sylvanas could hardly recognize herself in this world. Not to mention the color of her skin, the sides of her face were so thin that they seemed to have had their flesh removed, making her cheekbones high.

The high ground protrudes, and the blood-red light in her eyes is as terrifying as an evil spirit. Darkness gathers around her, absorbing all light.

"It turns out it's true." The Queen of the Undercity also recognized another self. It felt extremely familiar. The voice in her heart told her that the female elf was also herself. It was not a magic or curse. But she saw the aura on the other person's body.

, I couldn't help but feel resentful.

All the elves looked to the left for a while, then to the right, and then saw two Sylvanas taking off the bows and arrows from their backs.

"Is this about to start a fight?" The elves were trembling, not knowing what to do.

Lor'themar quietly retreated, retreated, and retreated again, leaving the dilemma of being attacked from both sides. He didn't want to die from a stray arrow, and he didn't know what he had done wrong to be destined to face two Silvas.

Nas, I hope they can be more careful and not harm other elves.

The bow strings were tightened, and even the insects stopped making noise. This must be a fight. The elves looked at both sides in a daze, waiting for who could break the scene first.

"Bang" the bowstring vibrated, and the elves all backed away nervously.

Black arrows and golden arrows met in the air, and both exploded into powder. Then came golden and black rays of light, like flying dragons leaping out, densely packed over the small open space of the camp, annihilating each other one after another, and the collision sound of 'buibuibuibuibuibuibuibui' was like

The drums beat incessantly.

"Get out of there!" Lor'themar shouted. Both the ranger and the blood knight hurried away from the two female elves and hid behind or on the tree.

Then I could only watch in confusion as the two Sylvanas demolished the camp and headed into the distant wilderness.

"What should we do?" Lor'themar was asked blankly by several of his subordinates.

"Go and protect the queen's guard and the lady's guard." He hurriedly said again. Although he was completely ignored by the two Sylvanas, he still wanted to do something.

Sylvanas and the undead are like fate intersecting and time intersecting. The moment their eyes meet, they understand what kind of elf the other person is. I know you are a proud elf, and I also know you

I am equally proud; my heart is filled with family, but my heart is filled with loneliness and misery.

"I'm jealous of you."

"I feel sorry for you."

"I don't need pity."

"I still pity you."

"I hate you."

They fought from the woods at the water source to the wilderness, and their attacks were either as huge as sky pillars, or as dense as drizzle. The ground seemed to have been plowed repeatedly by the giant claws of monsters, leaving seven or eight scars in the vertical and horizontal directions.

The stars are receding and day is coming.

On both sides of the huge trench cut open by strong wind arrows, Sylvanas' body enhanced by dragon's blood could only pant after hours of non-stop fighting. On the other side of the trench, the Queen of the Undead was also the same.

.

'The other me is not much weaker than me,' the female elf thought proudly, but she couldn't help but feel sympathy in her heart. What had happened to her in this world to become such an undead person.

"Put away your thoughts, I don't need your sympathy." Queen Sylvanas interrupted her other self's sympathy.

"Indeed, a commander cannot have too much sympathy. In the skills of rangers, there is no distinction between us, so can we have a good talk?"

"I hate you."

Since the use of bows and arrows cannot lead to victory or defeat, then it is better to give up.

Sylvanas abandoned her bow and arrows, and the immortal she also discarded her bows and arrows. One pulled out her swords, and the other took out a dagger. In an instant, Queen Sylvanas's shadow lengthened, and her whole body turned into a line of thick ink, as if she was attached to the world.

The black in the middle of the body rushed forward. Sylvanas's sword also lit up with the light of magic, and the two swords stabbed at the black ink. Unfortunately, it was like piercing an invisible object, only causing a few wisps of ink to fly.

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'This is the power of shadow!'

After all, there are two Sylvanas, each with different trump cards.

Thick ink also floated to the back of Sylvanas's neck the moment she was stabbed. One-third of her body transformed back into reality, and the queen's blue-gray hand held the dagger, mercilessly slashing at the back of her other self's head.

However, at this moment, everything came to a standstill, and only Sylvanas could move in the whole world. She finally used the extraordinary power of dragon blood to stop herself at the instantaneous point, which was ten breaths long.

Can be used.

He turned around gently, facing his motionless self, and touched his other self's forehead with his left hand, which was wearing a wedding ring.
Chapter completed!