Sylvanas opened his eyes after teleporting, and everything was gray, the sky, the earth, the woods, and the critters crawling on the ground. This time there was a problem with the teleportation, and when she entered the spell, it seemed that she had opened the wrong door, and she was in another location.

The ring's worries came from my sister, sister and husband. She replied with 'no worries' that the end of her coming to this world was set at the Sunwell, so she replied to the message of meeting in Silvermoon City.

I didn't think that she would be alone, although there was a sense of loneliness and loss, but she had already learned perseverance when she was young, and after having a family, she had more encouragement in her heart.

She had never thought that the three sisters would marry a man, but it turned out well, and Dawnblade eventually managed to marry Windrunner.

"Let me see where this is?" Now that you meet in Silvermoon City, you must first figure out where you are.

She spotted a hillside and headed somewhere. The more she walked, the more she felt that something was wrong, the forest was full of strange feelings, he had never seen such a twisted wood, the wind in the forest seemed to moan in pain, and the whole earth seemed to be sick. After killing a giant bear covered in decay, she was even more convinced that the land was being ravaged.

At the top of the hillside, she leaped into the treetops, and in the distance she could see a stone-paved road and burning villages, as well as humans wandering in search of a road.

'Huh? That's not human? It was the walking skeleton and the eagle eye of the deceased's ranger who saw those things clearly, making her brow furrow, the new place, not so simple.

Sylvanas carefully checked his equipment again, the Windranger's warbow, twin swords, ranger's cloak, enchanted arrows, and several healing bottles hanging from his waist. Then she put the hood of her cloak on, and the spell lines on the cloak shone brightly, and she faded into the visible light.

"Sure enough, it's a dead human," Sylvanas wandered like a ghost under the roadbed beside the road, and soon she saw monsters stitched together with many pieces of flesh, and huge yellow maggots wriggling in the deep ditch by the roadside.

On the way, I also met some walking humans. They call themselves the Scarlet Crusaders. She was careful not to touch them, stealthily picking up some information from their words.

"The people of that village have been cleaned up."

"To prevent the plague from spreading, we must kill them all, from the moment they appear to be the first infected, we must do so, and burn all the corpses to prevent them from coming back to life."

"Recruit, for the sake of Lordaeron, you have to learn to adapt."

Approaching the fork in the road, Sylvanas stopped following the humans, and she saw a sign, on the left was to Strasom, and on the right was the Hand of Tyr.

'This is the boundary of the city of Stratholme?' The elf was shocked by herself: "What happened to the above to cause such a disaster?" The land I see is almost all dead, and so are the neighbors, so what will happen to the kingdom of Quel'Salas? ’

The female elf quickly calmed herself down, and she had to go to Silvermoon City no matter what happened. Spotting her direction, she headed for the road on the side of Strathorm, heading north to the Elven Gate and into Quel'Thalas.

For two days, the elves were stealthy and moving, avoiding all the monsters along the way, eating the Far Wanderer's dry food when she was hungry, hiding in the trees to rest when she was sleepy, and there was a day when she could reach the Elven Gate.

The elf found a branch and was about to make a shelter, but the night wind brought the sound of fighting.

'Listen to the voice, it's not far away, huh? And Salas? Are there elves operating in human territory? Sylvanas listened intently for a moment. Then a few words came out of his mouth, and he groped his way in the direction of the battle like the wind.

In the darkness of the night, she saw sparks from her weapons and some magical aura. Closer, she saw four elves trapped on a small mound by a group of dead undead, the magic aura coming from their weapons, and the undead who were hit by the weapon would immediately fall.

"There are so many of them, I can't hold on anymore."

"Hold on, mates, and the Nightingale will soon be with Lord Aurora."

"If I die first, don't care, just cut off my head and take it away."

"That stitched monster should be the leader of the dead" The female elf hid behind a tree not far away, observing, the enchantment on the elven weapons was supposed to be a special spell on the undead, but the number of the undead made them desperate from afar, they were already fighting on the corpses of the undead.

"I'm going to kill their leader, if you succeed, run away, if you fail, I'll wait for you"

An elf jumped high and jumped down the hill, shouting with all his strength to chop the two undead in its way, and after squatting, the elf kicked out with all his might, almost clinging to the ground and rushing towards the stitching monster.

The stitching monster screamed at this time, and all the undead around him squeezed like that elf, and he couldn't walk after killing a dozen undead.

At that moment, a meteor pierced the night sky, pulling out a crimson trail that hit the neck of the stitched monster.

Boom, the ring of flames burst out, and within a circle of ten meters, all the undead were ignited, blown away by the air wave like an outside. The Stitch Monster is torn apart in the explosion.

"Are reinforcements coming?"

"Over there."

Sylvanas drew another enchanted arrow and chanted Salas, a swirling flame on the arrow. The flaming meteor came again, and this time the undead under the hillside were swept away.

"Come here!" Sylvanas's voice echoed in the night sky. The four elves ran with the last of their strength in the direction where the fire bolts had come from.

"Over here"

Sylvanas's sneaking figure gradually revealed, and the four elves shook in unison, all too familiar.

"What are you doing? Come on. ”

The four elves were not surprised and ran after them. The group of elves continued to run for an hour until they reached the edge of a stream.

"Finally escaped."

"Thank you, Lady Ranger."

"Let's drink some water first," Sylvanas pulled out a leather water belt from his magic pocket and handed it to the nearest Ranger.

"Why are you here? I came from the south to get back to my hometown. ”

Everyone sat on the ground to rest, and the figure and back of the female elf running all the way made the four rangers feel very familiar, and even the clear feeling in the voice made the four elves very vibrate, but she couldn't see the face above her lips with a hood. They can't remember who this person is. However, the elves who use that kind of magic arrows should be from a famous family.

The four rangers each thought and secretly looked at the female elf.

"We're the rangers of Quellins, out looking for supplies."

I don't know why, but it's probably the familiarity that made the four elves let their guard down.

"There is no food left in the camp, and we and many Xiaoduo have been sent out to find supplies."

"Quirins, the elves who refuse to give in to Lotharma."

......

The four rangers said a lot, but Sylvanas didn't ask random questions, only collected information that they took the initiative to convey. As a Windranger, she has a deep heart for the Quel'Salas of this world.

Is this the empathy of being an elf? Why did they have such a fate? ’

As the elf thought, she stroked the big ponytail on her chest.

"Lady Ranger, be a guest in our valley, and all the elves will welcome you."

"Okay" Sylvanas also wanted to know more.