"Do you think its words are credible?"

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The Banshee King was silent, she didn't want any answers from anyone, she just needed someone to talk to her, and that would allow her to forget the whispers that were everywhere in her head for a while.

"We need a plan, a foolproof plan." Her past failures have made her what she is now, and she may not have anything to lose by failing again, and she has nothing to lose, but she does not allow herself to fail.

"When did you meet that human lover?" The Banshee King looked at the elf, and under her hood some pale blonde hair, almost silver, just like the color of her hair once was, her sister Winlessa had the same hair as her, and of the four siblings, she and Winlesa were called the Moon and the Little Moon, and Aurelia and her brother were called the Sun and the Little Sun.

"Five years ago." Sylvanas unconsciously answered the question.

"Five years ----- how short it is." For a High Elf, it is.

"It's long enough for me." More had happened in those five years than she had in the millennia before her, and everything she had experienced had brought her to true maturity, not the maturity she thought she had.

"How do you feel about seeing me like this?" The Banshee King floated in front of Sylvanas, grimace almost clasped to her hood, spirits of death and darkness dancing without the wind. "You know what I'm talking about, Sylvanas Windranger!"

"What do you think I'm going to feel? What do you want me to feel? Sylvanas removed her hood, revealing a gray, blue face.

"You're not the undead." The Banshee King stretched out his spirit hand and wanted to touch Sylvanas's face, Sylvanas didn't dodge, but the Banshee King's hand just passed through.

Sylvanas took off the cloak behind her, revealing her fair skin, her dry hair shining again, shimmering in the bright moonlight.

Just like the Banshee King once said, she knew about the Bronze Dragon, although not much, but it was enough for her to know something to know, not to mention, how could she not recognize herself, she spoke in the same tone as herself.

"You're from the future?" Wen Lesa had told her the story of Ronin, and in the letters, although a little vague, she knew that the bronze had the ability to make people travel between the future and the past, and they were the stewards of time.

"Five years later." Sylvanas pursed her lips, there was no expression on her face, she didn't know what expression to use to face herself like this, pain? Enough already, mercy? She doesn't need to!

"What ---- are you ----" the spirit shook violently with the Banshee King's heart.

"We blocked Arthas on the outskirts of Silvermoon City and evacuated the people of Silvermoon City, with the help of ----- lover." Sylvanas knew what she was thinking.

"In other words, you and I have completely different fates." The Banshee King calmed down, just now, maybe it was just a lamp that naturally lit up in the darkness that made her a little lost.

"Someone once said to me that my fate was completely changed, and that someone lit a lamp, a golden light, on my dark road ahead." Sylvanas didn't show a smile on her face, but then she retracted.

"You understand now?" The Banshee King drifted away from the place, and she tried to sit down on the stone steps, only to find that she had only passed through.

"What has happened cannot be changed." Sylvanas sat down beside the Banshee King and put on the Cloak of Time.

"You understand, so I understand." The Banshee King seemed to smile, a vague grimace that made Sylvanas unsure.

"You -----"

"I'm not jealous." The Banshee King turned his face and looked at Sylvanas. "For me, you're just a lucky elf called Sylvanas Windranger, that's all, although I hate everything that happened to me, it has happened, I will not try to reverse it, for me, revenge is everything, maybe, when Arthas falls, I will truly return to darkness."

"Have you ever wondered what caused everything you are now?" Sylvanas asked.

"What about you?" The Banshee King asked rhetorically.

"I thought about it, but I didn't have an answer." Sylvanas sighed slightly.

"You 'live' longer than me, what you don't know, I don't know." The Banshee King turned his head. "We seem to have an audience that wants to come in, don't you think?"

"It's up to you."

"I didn't know I would say things like 'you have the final say' when I was alive."

"We're all changing."

"Ahem." Benny opened the creaking door and walked in, and he looked left and right, and it was dusty and charred, as if the flames of war had just been extinguished. "It's not like a place to be a master."

"Because I don't need a bed." The Banshee King floats in front of Benny. "What about you? And what is it like to live with her? ”

"Death shouldn't make you shameless!" If it weren't for the Cloak of Time, Sylvanas' face would have been very angry.

"Shame?" The Banshee King laughed, his laughter tinged with a torn texture. "I'm just asking what your house looks like."

"Not at the moment-----." Benny looked at Sylvanas. "You told her?"

"What? You think I don't know anything? The Banshee King looked into Benny's eyes, where only two dark blue soul fires were burning, but she knew it was only a disguise. I don't need to be told anything. ”

"I've always known a little bit about bronze dragons." Sylvanas was still a little embarrassed, and she wanted to thank the Cloak of Time for its disguise. "Not a lot, but enough."

Benny didn't care about that, he remembered that there was a task in the past life game that his future self helped his past self, and that proved that knowing what doesn't affect the timeline, after all, there are bronze dragons in every timeline, and none of them have an effect, let alone anyone else.

"Looks like I'm bothering you." Benny turned around and waved his hand. "You go on, I just wandered around and just came here."

"What an interesting human being."

"He's like a kid sometimes."

"Can you tell me about it? How did he light that lamp? ”

"You know, there are some things I can't say."

"Skip those, just talk about him."

"Okay." (To be continued.) )