Time seemed to run faster in the world of the dead, a month had passed almost in the blink of an eye, and everyone had even become accustomed to the pervasive stench and smell of sulfur around them. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The Eternal Dragon never appeared, and everyone even thought they wouldn't appear again, but Chromie said that the Eternal Dragon must be waiting for a better time.

"How did you talk to Deselock?" Now that the Banshee King already knows a lot of things, Benny no longer hides anything, after all, it is better for the protected to know the plan for their protection work.

"Why don't you 'prophesy' it?" The Banshee King stood at the blackened window, looking out at the dark and moonless sky.

"There has been progress, and Desailok believes that the Lich King's power is declining, and they want to plot to overthrow Arthas and seize control of the Scourge army." Sylvanas picked up. "But those demons don't think it's time yet, they're very cautious------ even a little too cautious."

"It's not surprising, these Dreadlords are as cunning as foxes, prudence is in their nature, and these necessary cautions have saved them countless times." Benny glanced at the Banshee King, since she had a long conversation with Sylvanas, it had become a little different, I couldn't say it specifically, it was just a feeling.

"They talked about ----- body." Sylvanas glanced at the Banshee King. "They promised to help Sylvanas get her body back, it was sealed in a coffin, and Desailok knew where Arthas told her where it was, but only if she was actually out of the Lich King's control."

"Are you sure it's Deselock?" Benny frowned, tiny cracks appearing in the corners of his eyes. "The Eternal Dragon, like the Bronze Dragon, is very good at disguise, and looking at us, Arthas can't tell if we're really undead."

"Your appearance and feeling are all indistinguishable from the undead, and I can't tell the difference, but if you get far enough away, you will find that you don't have the stench of the undead------- it's not the stench of the outside, it's the stench of the soul, the stench of death, and the stench of decay!" The Banshee King didn't seem to like watching people talk, and she kept looking out the window without looking back. "Those Dreadlords stench of sulfur inside and out, and I won't be mistaken."

"Assuming that he is the real Desailok, what do you think of its sincerity? How many points? Benny banged on the table, making a rhythmic snap and clasp.

"Sincerity?" The Banshee King finally turned around, but there seemed to be a hint of mockery on his grimace. "You've dealt with demons quite a bit, do you think they have such a thing as sincerity? We just take what we need, they want to control the army of the undead, I want revenge! ”

"Well----- that is to say, sincerity seems to be at least seven or eight points." Benny didn't care that the Banshee King had some words against him, he grew up in the monastery since he was a child, and the good thing was that Benny had a good cultivation, which was very good. "Is there any ritual required to get your body back?"

"It only takes ten minutes, and the banshee is born with the ability to 'occupy'."

"Ten minutes------ Benny touched his chin. "Time is under our control----- for the Eternal Dragons, a time-standing enchantment, ten minutes is enough to do a lot of things, destroy a banshee king who can't be resisted------ even with us by their side, their chances of success are great! They must have thought that it would be difficult for us to protect a banshee king who was completely incapable of self-preservation, and I think that this is probably the time they are waiting for, the time when the banshee king will get his body back! ”

"Stop calling me the Banshee King!" The Banshee King floated in front of Benny, and the scarlet soul fire looked directly at Benny. "I have a name! My name is Sylvanas Windranger! Even if I lose everything! I also have my own name! ”

"Alright, Ms. Windranger." Benny nodded nonchalantly. "As before, Ciel stayed with you, and we were hidden among the Dark Rangers, but it's been a month, and many people have begun to be suspicious of us Ranger who never go on a 'mission', and we want to be closer to you, such as ----- the Guards you just formed."

The Banshee King floated back to the window and was silent for a moment.

"Did you really save Silvermoon City? Saved Quel'Thalas? She asked suddenly.

"This question doesn't make sense to you." Benny sighed. "We're just a few passers-by in your life, and when this is over, you'll soon forget about them."

"Yes." The Banshee King turned to Sylvanas. "But I can't forget myself, especially, a self whose fate is diametrically opposed."

"You said you didn't care." Sylvanas lowered her head, avoiding the Banshee King's gaze.

"yes, I thought I didn't care." The Banshee King turned and looked out the window again. "I lost everything, even my own corpse, I thought I had already let go of the vow I made when I became a ranger, I thought that my soul was only left with revenge and darkness------ you shouldn't have appeared."

"Maybe erasing this memory is a good option for you, of course, you have a choice."

"No, I don't have a choice." The Banshee King floated out of the room, Sylvanas following behind him, nodding at Benny.

"Let's talk about it when the mission is done, Chromie, you'll take care of this matter." Benny pinched her eyebrows with a headache, she knew the Banshee King very well, and the period between her death and her escape from Arthas's control was the period of transformation of her personality, and there was an episode of them, and it was difficult to predict where the Banshee King's character would eventually go.

"Don't pour any emotion into people and things from other timelines, even disgust, this is my first lesson when I became a Time Keeper." Chromie shook her deadwood staff, and even after becoming undead, she still hadn't changed the habit.

"Something hasn't been right with the undead lately." Malfurion closed the door and looked out the window again. "The undead in Lordaeron are decreasing every day, and I took advantage of the night to go out of town to take a look, and they seem to be sweeping the nearby survivor strongholds, but there are some setbacks, and without corpses, their numbers are starting to be unsustainable."

"Buzz." The necklace on Benny's chest suddenly shone with a golden light, and he reached out and covered it.

"It's Hill!" Benny opened the door. "Those Eternal Dragons can't help it." (To be continued.) )