Taturu led a group of wolf cavalry and escorted the troll girl Narro and her friends to the Undercity.

This is the home city of the Forsaken, ruled by Sylvanas Windrunner, a legendary hero.

"Lord Sylvaras, I am on the orders of Lord Woking, to escort these survivors of the Alterac Valley to the Undercity."

Taturu was taken to the depths of the Undercity by the Elite Guardians of the Dead, where he met the owner of the Undercity, Sylvanas Windranger, the Queen of the Forsaken, in a place known as the Royal District.

"Taturu, thank you for your hard work!"

Sylvanas Windranger looked at the orc warriors who had been in the dust all the way, and nodded in acknowledgment of his escort along the way.

This is a charismatic ruler who distinguishes him from the other chieftains of the tribe.

Her perfect body that belonged to the High Elves before she became an undead was preserved, and her gray-purple skin gave her noble temperament a five-point demonic spirit.

A dark purple leather armor only protects the important parts of the body, and the rest of the skin is left alone, and a faint purple glow lingers on it, full of evil feelings.

The blood-red hood connected to the cloak behind the back made the King of the Dark Ranger full of sassy air, and a long silver-white hair like a waterfall poured out of the hood at will, making people have to linger.

"Lord Sylvanas, Lord Woking, please help send these surviving orphans back to Orgrimmar and hand them over to the High Chief."

Although Taturu was somewhat fascinated by the Queen's sight, he finally came to his senses and remembered Chief Woking's orders.

"Got it! Do you still have to rush back to the front? What's going on in the Alterac Mountains right now? ”

Sylvanas gestured to Taturu, and she accepted Woking's request.

However, the queen was more concerned about the situation of the horde army that had rushed to the Alterac Mountains to help in the Undercity without repairs.

"We arrived a little late, the demon army of the Burning Legion had already left, and only encountered a small group of demons."

Taturu reports to Sylvanas about the situation in the Alterac Valley, but there is very little information and not much to report.

"Doom Guard? Is it alone? ”

Sylvanas frowned when the Orc Elite Guardian spoke of capturing a Doom Guardian alive.

Judging by her experience of being enslaved by Arthas Minethil and serving her as an undead, the archdemon of this class would not normally act alone.

"Hurry back to the front and remind Chief Woking that the Doom Guard will never go it alone for no reason, and if you can, ask him to pause the pursuit of the demon army and take stock of the Alterac Mountains."

The queen suddenly gave a serious order to Taturu, but the orc warrior was once again impressed by the queen's unique temperament, and looked a little dazed.

"Yes, Queen!"

Taturu suddenly said something that he regretted very much, and the title of queen was only circulated among the forsaken, and the rest of the tribe did not usually say so.

The orc's face felt a little hot, but his complexion didn't easily show the red on his cheeks.

"Go ahead! Stay safe on the road! ”

Sylvanas doesn't speak much, but in addition to the Forsaken, she has also begun to learn to accept and care for other tribesmen, hoping to fully integrate into the tribe and lead the Forsaken to a better life.

"Yes!"

Like a child who has been forgiven for his wrongdoing, Taturu quickly ran out of the long corridor of the royal quarter, assembled a squad of wolf cavalry that followed him, and set off to return to the front.

"You are the queen of the Forsaken, Sylvanas Windrunner?"

Seeing the orc warriors leaving, Jarro looked curiously at the noble but heroic undead queen in front of her, and she couldn't help but speak curiously.

"That's right! I am Sylvanas Windranger, Lord of the Dark Rangers, Queen of the Forsaken. ”

Sylvanas stared at the little troll girl, and there was a hint of alarm between her eyebrows.

She seemed to feel that the troll girl in front of her had a feeling of not being seen in a long time.

"I will be the chief of the Frostspear Clan, these are members of our clan, and he is the guardian of my clan."

Jarro pointed to the sleeping troll boy lying on the skinned stretcher, and said to the queen with a proud face.

"Frostspear Clan? I joined the tribe not long ago and have not heard of it! ”

Sylvanas struggled to recall the names of the clans he knew, and there seemed to be no other names other than the Frostwolf Clan.

"We're an emerging clan, it's normal you don't know."

Jarro pouted, not very concerned, and winked playfully at the queen.

The surrounding undead elite guards were a little dissatisfied with the little guy's disrespectful behavior, and they wanted to remind the so-called clan chief.

Sylvanas noticed the reaction of his personal guards, and glanced around calmly, who suddenly stood with his head bowed, not daring to make any move.

These survivors of the Alterac Valley were personally entrusted by Woking to help deliver them to Orgrimmar, and it would not be a good thing if something went wrong.

Besides, it is not surprising that a little girl, who is also called the future leader of a clan, is a little arrogant, after all, there were many such little guys in the High Elves back then......

"Varimasas, the time has come for you to show your loyalty!"

Although Sylvanas felt something strange about Jarro in front of her, she didn't want to delve into it, after all, in this chaotic era, many people have secrets that they don't want to share.

A very large demon came out of the shadows next to it at the queen's call, and the leather wings behind it were folded, as if trying to make it as unobtrusive as possible.

It was a Dreadlord, a very high-level demon even in the Burning Legion.

But now he is the existence of swearing allegiance to the queen, and he has dark purple skin and clothing, I don't know if he is deliberately doing it to express his loyalty to the queen?!

"Be careful, Queen, there are demons, come quickly!"

When Jarro saw the huge Dread Demon King, she was very frightened, she didn't expect that there would be a great demon in the Dark City controlled by the tribe.

Several little trolls trembled around them, and although they were afraid, they did not abandon their companions and fled, but gathered together arm in arm.

"Varimasas, you've scared them!"

Sylvana Sben's first impression of Jarro was not too good, but the little guy actually reminded herself to be careful for the first time, which made her feel a little stingy!