The cold wind from the North Sea moved southward, and it began to rain in Quel'Thalas, which lacked the protection of mountains. It rained heavily on Sylvanas' tent.

Although it rained for several days and delayed the army's attack, it was not entirely a bad thing. Using the materials Lor'themar brought from Silvermoon City, they hired more adventurers. In the former Quill

Salas could only see elves and trolls, but Sylvanas saw tauren, orcs, and undead among the adventurers in addition to elves and giants. The female elves did not understand them very well. They claimed to be from the tribe.

The adventurers are actually just a bunch of people, but they don't care about the harsh environment, and their morale is very high.

"After the kingdom was destroyed, the kingdom joined a federation called the Horde, and the changes brought about may not be all bad." Sylvanas thought in a good direction.

In her tent, there was a small fire in the middle, a kettle on the fire, wooden racks with weapons and armor on the left and right, and a folding army bed she used in the innermost part. The sunwell not only provided countless elves with

It also has the function of regulating the climate. Now, the drizzle and breeze make the skin feel extremely cold in this season.

Sylvanas exhaled the cold air unaccustomedly, and so did the other elven warriors. After returning from a tour of the military camp, she took off the cloak on her back and sat by the fire to dry the damp clothes on her body.

"The current situation may be more difficult than when our ancestors crossed the sea. Thousands of years of extravagance and extravagance will eventually have to pay off."

In addition to lamenting, she was also angry, but after all, Sylvanas had sympathy with the elves in this world, and she very much wanted to help the elves here.

That day, she commandeered Lor'themar's army and immediately headed to the source of corruption in the southwest. Judging from the investigation, there were no high-level undead there, and the leader was indeed a traitor named Dar'Kan.

The red firelight illuminated her face. She looked at the flames and seemed to be able to see her own shadow. A trace of extraordinary power started from her belly and flowed to her body and limbs. Her body, which was cold just now, immediately warmed up.

But it was not over. She continued to control these powers, polishing them carefully between release and retraction. In the process, her thoughts were added little by little, bringing the dragon's blood and the power instilled by Xia En into real life.

own power.

Ever since she saw her undead self, she had been practicing this way whenever she had free time, because seeing the other person was like seeing a warning of fate. Moreover, to help these elves, she also needed strength.

Sylvanas had enough motivation to drive herself to become stronger. Unknowingly, her pupils gradually turned golden. Time passed as she practiced.

When the female elf came back to her senses, it was already almost dark.

“It’s so late”

Outside the tent, there was the sound of boots on the muddy ground, and the voices of two male elves.

They were Lor'themar and Hawksbill. As soon as they appeared, Sylvanas heard the two people talking to each other.

Lor'themar was scolded for being 'strong', and he was ridiculed for being so servile and groveling at all times, as if he had no bones. Scenes of "serving like Zeng Jin" were spread everywhere.

Hawksbill will be scolded as "omnipotent", ridiculing himself for being right, but he is really incompetent, unable to solve anything, and only knows how to escape reality by indulging in his own justice.

Sylvanas heard voices coming closer and closer, and knew why they appeared at this time: the rain outside had stopped, and although it was still cold, the moon hung clearly in the sky.

The two of them, cursing and swearing all the way, stopped at the entrance of the tent, under the flag of Windrunner.

"Come here, I've heard it," Sylvanas said helplessly to them. In this army, the two of them served as commanders of two wings.

"We will launch an attack tomorrow. We will make a fire early in the morning, assemble the team at sunrise, and start the attack before the sun reaches noon. Let the adventurers we hired attack from the front, Lor'themar will go up from the left, and Hawksbill will go up from the right."

The two male elves entered the tent and came out within two minutes. They only remembered their missions and came out again under Sylvanas's order. They seemed to understand something, but they didn't seem to understand anything.

The two elves at the door looked at each other, snorted each other, turned around and left without paying attention to either of them.

Sylvanas raised her head and happened to see the shadow of Desom, the city of natural disaster. The golden light in her eyes appeared again, and she continued to hone her extraordinary power.

'Traitor...' she sneered at this.

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At sunrise, the elven army lined up in front of Desom.

Sylvanas stood at the rear of the battle line, the flag waved, and the war team drove the numerous adventurers in the middle and began to charge forward.

However, there was not much hope for these rabble, they were just tools used by Sylvanas for testing. They rushed to the wall in front of Desom in a chaotic manner, and then huddled together under the city gate. The undead were obviously the same.

With a command, taking advantage of the poor organization of the attacking party, the gate suddenly opened, and spider demons and shadow-like monsters took the opportunity to rush out from the city wall and front, killing the adventurers.

Too ugly!

After some of the adventurers died, their morale dropped, and they ran back in a mess. Sylvanas did not expect them to be so incompetent, so she could only give the order decisively.

"The supervising team comes forward"

The royal blood knight who was separated from Lor'themar raised his sword and shield and stepped forward, slashing and killing the fleeing adventurers. Any high morale was fake.

The adventurers who ran back were also killed in front of the elite blood knights. They immediately felt that the Supervisory Team was much more dangerous than the undead, and turned back to kill the undead in Sesom. However, the fear of the Supervisory Team gradually increased.

The battle against the undead soon began to decline, and the fear of the undead began to rise. So they fled again, and Sylvanas asked the war team to come forward again.

After beating back and forth several times, the adventurers were like balls being beaten back and forth. Then, whether they were the undead or the war team, they collapsed at the first touch and started a running race back and forth between the elves' military formation and the walls of Desom.

.

Sylvanas understood the thinking of this group of people. They didn't need to beat the undead or supervise the battle team, they just needed to run faster than their teammates.

Sylvanas really lost her sight.

"Here, take my arrow and stick it in front. Anyone who dares to cross this arrow will kill them. Let's get rid of this farce as soon as possible."

The Windrunner's flag began to wave again, and the troops hidden in the forest began to set off.

They did not fill the frontal battlefield, but quickly circled to both sides. Dysholm City is the Scourge's fortress in Quel'Thalas, built on the mountain. Hawksbill and Lor'themar led their men the most

The elite rangers and knights detoured around the mountains on both sides of the fortress and climbed up from there to sneak attack on Dysom.

Sylvanas squinted her eyes and looked at Desom's city. The tallest ziggurat in it must be where Darkan is. From the memory of her other self, she learned that Silvermoon City was breached because of Darkan's betrayal.

, the natural disaster destroyed the magic nodes hidden outside the city and disrupted the flow of mana in the Pulse Demonic Network, thereby disintegrating the protective walls of the Sunwell and Silver Moon City.

Retribution will eventually come.

Lor'themar and Hawksbill's armies deployed very quickly. The undead commanders obviously lacked military capabilities and only deployed their armies in front of the visible enemy, ignoring their own sides.

Soon.

Lor'themar and Hawksbill arrived at the tallest ziggurat from both sides. The undead commander obviously felt something was wrong, and the undead piled in front wanted to withdraw.

The two elves looked at each other

"Go ahead!"

"Good luck!"

Hawksbill and his men chose to stay, blocking the steps under the ziggurat. Lor'themar nodded. Although he still found the other party quite annoying, he tacitly agreed not to say anything more, and the men with him rushed towards him.

On the way to the top of the ziggurat, the elite rangers and blood knights destroyed the few undead monsters and fought their way from the top entrance to the bottom of the ziggurat.

Pushing the last door, they finally saw the traitor Darkan.

In this damp and corrupt underground, the traitor stood on a high platform. He turned around and saw the elves below. He saw hatred in their eyes.

"You should know that no matter how many times you kill me, the Lich King will always resurrect me."

Lor'themar knew that what he said was the truth, but this time it was different. He thought of the contact signal that Sylvanas gave him. As long as he saw Dar'Kan, he could crush this signal bomb, and it would send out only very elite personnel.

The sound waves that can only be heard by those who travel far away have been used by Lor'themar before.

"I was once the mage of Silvermoon City, and this person can't deal with me."

Lor'themar ignored him. This undead was no longer his friend. He blew the whistle.

There is no repetition.

Sylvanas heard small sound waves, her ears twitched, and she also saw magic gathering on the ziggurat.

Gold glowed in his pupils.

"The extraordinary road is open for me," she thought softly.

Desom and everyone in the elven army stopped moving. Sylvanas turned into a phantom, and the ghostland disappeared where she stood.

At the same time, the long sword had chopped off Darkan's head, and one hand grabbed the fallen head. The golden light in her eyes had not faded, and the divine power followed her fingers and grabbed Darkan's soul from the head.

came out. A trace of chaotic death power began to fight back, trying to bite Sylvanas' soul like a poisonous snake, but it immediately triggered the death of order in her body.

In a blink of an eye.

The head fell to the ground, Darkan's soul was reduced to ashes in the collision, and the golden color also disappeared from the pupils at this time.

The extraordinary will not be easily understood by ordinary people.

Lor'themar and his elves could only stare blankly at Sylvanas who 'flashed' in front of them, completely unable to understand or understand what was happening.

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Still the same tent and fire.

After killing Darkan, the elves, with Sylvanas as the leader, quickly evacuated from the hills behind the city and returned to their military camp.

Sylvanas spread her hands and felt the extraordinary power flowing in her body. The dragon's blood and the power infused by Shane took effect in her body, and she added more thoughts to the two powers.

'Is this what Shane is telling me?'

The female elf thought with self-understanding. She now had some understanding of Xia En's path.

'In the face of chaos and disorder, there must be the power to correct its order.'

'Should our key to home be obtained here too?'

'I must master this power'

'After the undead lose their commander, they will only instinctively kill the living on the spot. Adventurers can be used to slowly clean up the undead, which will no longer pose a threat to the Windrunner Tower and other locations in Quel'Thalas. You can let Hawke

Sbill has been on a permanent mission at Windrunner's Tower.'

"The elves lack everything. The most terrifying thing is that most of the elves are dead. We don't have enough labor."

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Chapter completed!