"Lotherma, I see you."

"Where are you afraid of what? Don't you dare come to see me? ”

Lotherma really didn't dare to go any further, nothing but fear, even to speak, for there was a gaze that scraped across his back like a razor.

Sylvanas in the front, and so in the back. It can't be wrong, the breath he sensed is the Sylvanas he knows, although there is a slight change in his face, but it can't be wrong.

But the queen of the Undercity is in the camp in the back!

But why are there two Sylvanas? For the first time, I learned that there were two Sylvanas, one was the queen of the Undercity, and the other was Sylvanas, who lived like a dream. So Quel'Salas deserves two parts of joy, but why did it become a double part of fear energy, why did it become like this? Yes! Something must have gone wrong. Hurry up and figure it out, or ......

"You..... Who the hell is it? Lotherma forced herself to speak, and made a decision.

"I'm Sylvanas" Sylvanas recognized his former colleague at a glance, and felt a lot of vicissitudes.

"You're lying, Miss Sylvanas is in my camp."

"The Blood Knight catches the impostor in front of the door," Lotherma said with a sigh of relief, but also found that she hated herself a little, and since then she has become accustomed to making quick choices between interests, and then saying what is best for her without changing her face.

At the sound of an order, the Blood Knights drew their swords and shields and surrounded the camp.

"Who dares to step forward!"

Scold! The same sound of swords rubbing against scabbards rang out, and Sylvanas' guards formed a human wall around her.

"Enough!"

Sylvanas snapped, she lined up the guards, rode to the tip of the blood knight's sword, I don't know when, her pupils were dyed gold, and her eyes swept over the blood knights who were about to besiege one by one, and all the knights she had looked at did not hesitate.

Sylvanas was like a blessed elf, the moonlight around her seemed to drape her with a light veil, the power similar to the spirit in her golden pupils spread out little by little, and several mana dragons living in the forest were attracted, gently wrapping around her shoulders and hands holding the reins.

She rode so high on the chocobo that no elf dared to step forward, no elf dared to look into her eyes.

It's not that the female elf does it on purpose, but when the mood is high, she will involuntarily release a little power from the dragon's blood and infused by Shane.

"Lotherma!" Sylvanas stared at his former colleagues, "As long as you are still thinking about Quel'Thalas, you will not give the order to make the elves bleed innocently. I know you had no choice but to evict Hawksbill. But do you know that you've become the person you ever hated the most, do you want me to say it? ”

'How do you know what I'm up against?' Naïve ideals can't save elves. He tried to defend himself, but couldn't say anything in his throat. As if pierced, Lotherma felt only a cramping pain in her Adam's apple. To say that the gaze of the queen of the Undercity in the back is a razor, and the gaze of Sylvanas's golden pupils in front is the Mithril arrow.

"Alright, Lotherma, will you stand down? It's up to me to face her. ”

The mana dragon, attracted to it, scattered in all directions in fright.

The Queen of the Undercity stepped out of the night, the Royal Terror Guards lined up behind her, eight bends reflecting the cold moonlight.

"Is that you?" The existence of a familiar and strange feeling is finally revealed. Sylvanas could barely recognize himself in this world, not to mention the color of his skin, the sides of his face were emaciated to the point of being dug out of flesh, his cheekbones protruding high, and the blood-red light of his eyes was as terrifying as an evil spirit. The darkness gathered in her, absorbing all the light.

"It's true" The queen of the Undercity also recognized another self, an unusually familiar feeling, and the voice in her heart told her that the female elf was also herself, not some magic or curse. But when he saw the breath on the other party, he couldn't help but resent.

All the elves looked to the left for a moment, then to the right, and then saw that both Sylvanas had their bows and arrows removed from their backs.

"Is this going to be a fight?" The elves' hearts trembled, not knowing what to do.

Lotherma, quietly backing away, backing back, backing back, out of the dilemma of being caught between the front and back. He didn't want to die from the stray arrows, and he didn't know what he had done wrong, and he would be arranged by fate to face the two Sylvanas, but I hope they would be more scruples and not hurt the other elves.

The bowstrings were tightened, and even the insects retracted their sounds. This must be a fight, the elves looked at both sides in a daze, waiting for who broke the scene first,

The bowstring vibrated and the elves nervously stepped back in unison.

The black arrow and the golden arrow met in the air, and both exploded into powder. THEN THERE WAS THE GOLDEN AND BLACK LIGHT, LIKE LEAPING OUT OF THE DRAGON, DENSELY OVER THE SMALL OPEN SPACE OF THE CAMP, ONE AFTER ANOTHER, ANNIHILATING EACH OTHER, AND THE IMPACT OF 'BUIBUIBUIBUIBUIBUIBUIBUI' WAS LIKE A DRUM BEAT.

"Get out of there," Rothmar shouted, and both the Ranger and the Blood Knight hurried away from the two elves, hiding behind or on the trees.

Then he could only watch in disagreement as the two Sylvanas demolished the camp and slaughtered into the wilderness in the distance.

"What should we do?" Lotherma was asked by a few of his subordinates.

"Go and secure the Queen's bodyguard and the lady's bodyguard." He hurried again to say that even though he was completely ignored by the two Sylvanas, he still wanted to do something.

Sylvanas and the undead are like fates intersecting, time is converging, and the moment they meet each other, they know what kind of elf each other is. I know you're a proud elf, and I know you're just as proud; My heart is filled with my family, and I am only lonely and miserable.

"I'm jealous of you."

"I feel sorry for you."

"I don't need pity."

"I still pity you."

"I hate you."

They struck from the woods at the water source to the wilderness, and their attacks were either as huge as pillars of heaven or as dense as drizzle, and the ground seemed to be ploughed repeatedly by the giant grip of a monster, and seven or eight scars were split vertically and horizontally.

The stars are receding, and the day is coming.

On both sides of the huge trench cut by the arrows of the strong wind, Sylvanas's dragon-blood-enhanced body could only pant after hours of non-stop fighting, and on the other side of the trench, the queen of the undead was the same as her.

"The other me, not much weaker than me" The female elf thought proudly, but her heart couldn't help but feel sympathy, what happened to her in this world to become such an immortal.

"Put away your thoughts, I don't need your sympathy," Queen Sylvanas interrupted the other of her own sympathies.

"Indeed, a commander-in-chief cannot have too much sympathy. In the skills of the rangers, we are not superior or inferior, so can we talk about it?"

"I hate you."

Since the use of bows and arrows will not win or lose, then it is better to give up.

Sylvanas discarded her bow and arrows, and she of the undead discarded her bow and arrows in the same way, one drawing her twin swords and the other taking out her dagger. In an instant, Queen Sylvanas's shadow elongated, and her whole body turned into a thick ink, like black pasted in the world, and pounced forward. Sylvanas's sword also lit up with a magical light, and the two swords stabbed at the black ink together, but unfortunately it was like piercing into something invisible, only causing a few wisps of ink to fly.

'It's the power of the Shadows!' ’

After all, it's two Sylvanas, each with a different hole card.

The thick ink also drifted to the back of Sylvanas's neck the moment he was stabbed. One-third of the body shifted back into a physical body, and the Queen's blue-gray hand grasped the dagger, mercilessly slashing towards the back of the other self's head.

However, at this time, everything came to a standstill, and only Sylvanas could move the whole world. She eventually used the extraordinary power of the dragon's blood to keep herself at the momentary point, with ten breaths to use.

Turning slightly, facing the motionless self, the left hand with the wedding ring touched the forehead of the other self.

The divinity in the ring reminded her to do so.