Time: 10/13/23/Kuromon / Location: South Peak of Yunqi Mountain

The arrows filled with poisonous pollen were first inserted into the lower abdomen of Ellsbeth, followed by the arrows of heat energy infused with fire and the arrows of cold winter infused with frost, their angles were different, their strength was even more different, the only thing they had in common was that they were all entangled in black gas, and they were all entangled in soul power.

The flesh of the white man was torn apart by the overlapping arrows. Nathanos knew it was all in vain, and he needed to find a way to finally stop his enemies from playing tricks on him, but it was easier said than done, the Mentor never taught her how to find hope of victory in battle, she always said that there is never a winner in the process, and the moment when the opponent no longer breathes is the real victory. Hope, the past, gains and losses are all difficulties and obstacles that prevent you from winning.

He never felt helpless, but anyone was small and weak in front of Ellsbeth, and the Blightburner never failed, and he didn't know what to do if he failed.

In the fifth year of the Black Gate, Nathanos followed the breath and footprints of the orc army through the Golden Moon Gate, which is a gate that is always open, but humans will never dare to cross the golden border between countries, and no adventurer has returned from the legendary realm alive, some say that there is a magical forest that will make outsiders wander forever, some say that they died in the voodoo trap of the Trolls of Zuaman, and others say that they saw fairy-like elves, so they are happy.

Nathanos hadn't heard these legends, because he would never have sat in Stratholme's bars in his formal attire, pipe-spitting, and channelled the storyteller's imagination to dispatch boring hours. Because he didn't have a pipe, no formal clothes, and no boring time for other young people.

In July of the fifth year of the Black Gate, Nathanos was still alive and well, and he was lucky enough to avoid all voodoo traps. But this luck was brought by the orcs, and the orc army united with the Zuaman trolls to form a new emirate, and in order not to cause accidental casualties to the allies, the trolls removed all the traps against the elves.

Nathanos's fortune and misfortune came close together, and although he did not encounter danger, he also lost his way in the Enchanted Forest for three months, returning to the same place every time he followed the orc's footsteps in search of his path and the road came to an end.

He had nothing else to eat but insects, and there wasn't even a rabbit in the forest. Three months had passed, and he was barely alive, his hair and beard waist-long, unkempt, with leaves and pebbles in between. He looked like a scrawny lion.

Nathanos knew there was no way back, and that the first migration of living beings would have to pay a price, even for a wild dog like him. He had to find a source of water beyond the dew, food beyond the grasshoppers, and even a larger population, and Nathanos had long regarded himself as a wild dog, having to eat on his stomach and sleeping on his stomach. The meaning of his life is only to survive, and what else can be done to ensure his survival.

He threw the last bit of millet from the mushroom forest into his mouth, and leaned his back against the old tree in a daze. He felt that his best survival was getting farther and farther away, and that was not the way he expected to die, at least a beast had to be able to feed his cubs!

The scorching midday sun is giving itself a funeral, and the last time I drank water was two days ago.

"Second Miss, don't go any further, please go back with me. An old man's voice rang out behind a tree, and Nathanos recalled the human words he had learned from his parents as a child. He only understood the word 'miss' and a few verbs such as 'go' and 'go back', as they were often used by the rich children who met in the mushroom grove.

Soon after, another voice was about to change Nassar's life.

It was a solemn, cold, girlish voice, with a coquettish and complaining tone: "Uncle Stonewild, I order you to get out of here! ”

Nassar couldn't help but poke his head out from behind the tree, the two people who were talking to him were elves, the old man he thought was full of vitality, he estimated that this guy was twenty-five or sixteen years old, and the actual age of the other party should be added with two zeros after this number.

The male elven youth pulls the reins of a horse with a blonde girl on its back. She differs from humans in the length and narrowness of her ears, as well as her contemptuous beauty.

Nathanos was stunned, there were more beautiful creatures in this world than the two mothers he had been, and he didn't want to be a dog anymore, he wanted to be a slave to this woman.

Stonewild grovelled and pleaded, "It's too dangerous, Sylvanas. Silvermoon City's Seventh Unit could fight those monsters at any time, and how could you, as their commander, escape?"

Sylvanas: "Isn't my sister directing for me! If the empty-eyed Elven King and my father insist on forcing me to marry Kyle, then I will let them never see me!"

Stonewild: "Please don't play with the kids, they're just introductions, not coercive." Moreover, His Majesty the Grand Prince Kyle has also rejected the Elven King's kindness. ”

Sylvanas: "I don't allow anyone to interfere in my life, not even my father or Aurelia, I need to do something to vent my anger, those green-skinned monsters are just right!"

Stonewild: "You're going to be dealing with a whole well-trained professional army, how can one person do it?"

Sylvanas: "Are you questioning my prowess?"

Stonewild was like stepping on the tail of a tiger, and he was so frightened that there was no trace of blood on his face: "No, no, no, you are the strongest Bright Ranger General, neither the eldest lady nor the third lady are far inferior to you in riding and archery, but you are also the most stubborn of the three sisters, and for the family that holds almost all the military power, this will make the king and the soldiers have a mean impression of the Windranger." ”

Sylvanas: "You think and talk too much! If you don't leave, I think you know the consequences! In three days, if I don't make it back to camp, I'll call Aurelia to take over the military power at home and abroad!"

Stonefield: "But Miss... ”

Sylvanas: "Running away from home?" I already knew, and told her that if she didn't want to see her country ruined, it wouldn't be too late to see her lover later!"

Reluctantly, Stonewild pulled a quill and a bottle of ink from between his plaid shirt and waistcoat, and drew a portal to the quiet alleyways of Silvermoon City, before disappearing along with the door.

Nathanos witnessed the conversation between the two, but only understood twenty percent, and his attention was not on the conversation at all, but on the girl. When he saw that the young man was gone, he dared to climb out from behind the tree: "Whoa... Nisso... Oh... ”

Sylvanas was startled by him, what was the origin of this silent guy, his breath was like a beast, she was aware of his presence just now, but she didn't care, she just thought it was just a beast trapped in the magic woods.

Sylvanas's curiosity saved Nathanos's life, but she never saw what it was, it could be a talking beast, or an alien species brought by the orcs, it could not be a kind of troll's voodoo puppet colossus, would it?

Sylvanas is only a hundred years old, she is a yellow-haired girl among the elves, she is not even married, and the people who try to do wrong to her are now living in coffins in hospitals and churches.

Relations between humans and Sindore elves were established a thousand years ago, and the relationship between the two countries was very harmonious at that time, and the humans gave the spirits the gospel of the Holy Religion, and in return, the elves taught a whole set of magical mysteries that had been carefully studied and practiced.

However, due to the exodus of several nobles of the Arathor Empire, the human race gradually split into seven independent states with their own sovereignty, the elves are addicted to magic and hate politics, their desire for power is too low, and helping any one of the human city-states will offend the rest of the nations, so they choose to close off again, erecting an impregnable magical barrier around Silvermoon City and its nearby islands, and turning the Takui Tree Sea into a misty forest that can never be left out.

Over the course of a hundred years, Sylvanas Windranger has grown from a girl to a hero, and has become the leader of an army guarding the Elven Nation with the great Light Ranger Aurelia, the eccentric sister Winlessa, and the Frost Princess Abby Estania Elsa's mother, Erin.

The three Windranger sisters have brought countless honors to their family, and they have fended off all kinds of dastardly attacks from the Trolls of Zuaman. Achievements are inseparable from their own talents, Aurelia's composure, Sylvanas's bravery, and Winlessa's resourceful intelligence, they have perfectly inherited the excellent genes of the previous generation.

But when Winlessa was three years old, her mother died in a magic experiment, her father was depressed, her eldest sister was already a well-known ranger in the Lordain region, and rarely returned home, and the blame for taking care of her sister fell on Sylvanas, who was only fifteen years old, and she took care of her sister while studying at the aristocratic academy of strategy. The hardships of life have groomed her into a steel-willed woman who will never let anyone change her goals and plans.

The Elven King Anastarian has always been a dying old man in Sylvanas's impression, as the only royal family in Silvermoon City, his family is not prosperous, he has only one wife, one son, that is, his heir, Kael'thas and the Sunstrider. And the prince is not in a hurry about his marriage, he must be two thousand years old, but he has not yet married a wife, and recently he seems to have fallen in love with a human witch in Dalaran, and the elven king is very dissatisfied with this, so he proposes marriage to Windranger Daddy at this aristocratic banquet. Sylvanas, of course, would not accept an arranged marriage, and she still longed for love. So he fled from the front line, intending to exterminate the army of 100,000 orcs himself. On the one hand, if the action is successful, the praised Windranger family will have another great achievement, and on the other hand, even if he dies, he can show that he will never accept the kidnapping.

At this time, the young two met, and the sparks in their eyes collided with each other, instantly annihilating the huge difference in their appearances.

It was the first time Sylvanas had seen such clear eyes, his pupils and whites of his eyes were distinct, without a trace of impurities. And Nathanos's heart even inspired the most primitive beastliness, but the goddess in front of him was sacrosanct, and even thinking about it would have committed a heinous sin.

They didn't know that this platonic love run had just begun, in the 22nd year of the Black Gate, Nasa was forty-five years old, and Sylvanas was one hundred and thirteen years old, the golden dome of Silvermoon City fell to the ground, the divine sword in the hand of the elven king was cut into three pieces, Sylvanas and Nathanos knelt opposite each other, their arms were held down by countless undead disasters, and their blood was fused together in the streets and alleys made of gold bricks。。。。。。。 (Rabbit pen Kang slugging cow)