In the eerie forest, the land is corrupted by evil black magic. Even the trees are affected by this, and they become even more sinister, and the branches without branches and leaves are like the extended minions of demons, which makes people shudder.

In this wood, scattered undead wander around, all with their own goals. Some will attack the nearby Blood Elf makeshift camp, while others will follow the conspicuous signpost of Death Marks to Silvermoon City, the capital of the Elves.

Their behavior is not controlled, but if it is controlled.... Then there will be no more Blood Elf strongholds nearby.

The sound of tree branches being trampled suddenly sounded in this forest. The undead, who were originally wandering unconsciously, instantly became alert.

They shook their hateful heads, looking around to find the source of the sound. The tattered weapon in his hand was slowly raised.

Suddenly, a series of bright red cloaks jumped from the trees behind them. The red Quil'Salas blade flickered in the jungle.

At the same time, one after another of Quel'Salas rangers appeared in the surrounding trees. They stood firmly on the trunk of the tree, their longbows opening and closing, and the feathered arrows whizzed and struck the heads of the undead, piercing their skulls.

Like monkeys, they roll and jump through the trees to support the rangers fighting on the land below.

This one-sided massacre soon ended.

The ground was littered with the corpses of the undead, and dozens of rangers in red and green leather armor stood scattered around, protecting the two rangers in the middle.

The two rangers in the middle of the encirclement silently examined the corpses of the undead on the ground, as if they wanted to see some clues.

"Pile them up and burn them."

Lotherma pulled out a handkerchief from the red cloak behind her back and carefully wiped the blood from the blade. Then he was still on the corpse carried by the elves.

"The soldiers on the border do this, but their numbers just don't decrease..."Hadurun was also a little helpless, the number of the Scourge Legion was too much.

Lotherma frowned and looked at the Ranger General Haduron beside him, "This is not a good sign, Haduron, these undead seem to be really planning something. ”

Then he sighed, and without waiting for Haduron to speak, he continued to speak blankly, "Can we get out of this battle?" Hadurun. Every time we fight, we lose some elite soldiers, which is tantamount to a catastrophe for us. ”

"We can deal with them! Regent. Haduron looked at Lothmar firmly, "We can!" ”

Lotherma looked at the rangers piling up the corpses of the undead, and whispered to Haduron, "Now I have to admit what you said, if you want Quel'Thalas to be revived again, we can't do it by force alone. We must have allies. ”

"Speaking of allies, what do you say about that human nobleman?" Haduron turned to look at Lotherma.

A human nobleman from the kingdom of Lordaeron malfunctioned during the teleportation of the Sun-By-Day Court. This news was tightly guarded, which was undoubtedly another trouble for the elves, and even more troublesome was with the fact that this human had the heart to ally with them.

They were even promised to help them defend the southern border. But he disappeared and has not been found.

As humans who once had a thousand-year-old covenant, the elves of Quel'Thallas were more inclined to ally with humans. And not Sylvanas, which came with near-commanding instructions.

Yes, Lothmar was a little depressed when she thought of this, Sylvanas came to Silvermoon City a few days ago. She did as the human nobleman had said, offering to help them defend the entire southern region, in exchange for their elves joining the tribe on her recommendation.

Leaving these conditions aside, what made Lotherma unbearable was Sylvanas' attitude. She gave orders to her current self as if she had ordered herself, without any regard for the identities and status of the two parties.

This embarrassed and frightened Lotherma.

In fact, Lotherma is not easy to refute, after all, the Windranger family has given everything for the country. Her mother used to be a Ranger General in Quel'Thalas, her eldest sister was also a Ranger General, and her entire country is now trapped in the Outlands and her whereabouts are unknown, and her sister Winlessa rescued the Red Dragon Queen, among other things.

This is a prominent family, and everyone in the whole family is fighting for this country.

What about Sylvanas? She was also the Ranger General of Quel'Thalas, her own boss, and led Quel'Thalas to fight the undead until the last moment of her life, giving her life for Quel'Thalas.

Lotherma admits that she doesn't have the confidence to face her instructions, as if she should be......

"Lotherma??" Haduron's call brought Lothema to his senses. He fixed his eyes on the corpses of the undead that had begun to ignite a raging fire under the effect of accelerants. They should leave, or they will be surrounded by tens of thousands of undead.

Lotherma waved forward, and the rangers began to close their line and walk forward.

"If we can find him, we can make another alliance with them," Lotherma continued to whisper after the rangers, "and if there's a chance, we'll ...... Or don't think about an alliance with Sylvanas. ”

"The prince has no objections, and in fact he has no opinion on whom we are allied. It's just," Lotherma shook his head, his mind recalling the first time he had seen Sylvanas since her death.

Lotherma recalls that the only sound she heard as she entered the hall was the echo of her own footsteps, but even those echoes seemed to fade unnaturally and quickly due to Sylvanas' presence.

In the hall where she was standing, Lotherma felt that the light had dimmed considerably. It wasn't really that the light was dimming or gloomy, it was that the light around her was swallowed up by her location, as if the sun was going to bypass her and leave.

The white glow of her fierce eyes, combined with the lifeless skin on her face, made her even paler. A row of Forsaken of the Royal Terror Guardians lined her side, the dry bones of their hands clutching the black blades.

Lotherma's face was very solemn, and when he saw her at that time, he immediately thought of the fate of Sylvanas, and this feeling was like being torn open from the wound in his heart again, and the pain was painful and lingering.

Shaking her head and throwing the bad memories out of her mind completely, Lotherma turned to look at Haduron and said, "She's not our Ranger General anymore. She's no longer an elf of Quel'Thalas. She is now a Forsaken, the leader of the Forsaken, the Banshee King. She represents the interests of the Forsaken, not us, not our former country, Quel'Salas! ”

"She is fundamentally different from us now. She was no longer a living person, and it was hard to hear, but it was. We are the living, and we think differently. ”

"So," said Lotherma, as if convincing herself, "we'll work with humans if we have a choice. After all, they are living people. ”

"What if there is no choice?" Haduron looked at Lotherma and asked.

"Ugh." Lotherma turned her head and let out a long sigh, then said in a low voice, "Then we will pray that the prince will return soon." Or, pray that she is still thinking about us in Quel'Salas and not dragging our country into war again. ”