Orcs, humans, Arthas, cold, curses, eternal pain.

"So I've been through so much?"

Sylvanas' hand touched the forehead of her alter self, and memories flowed to her through the touchpoints, knowing the fate of her different selves, all horrible and cold faces.

"Fate is always unfair," she whispered.

While gaining the memory, some of the power in the ring entered the other party's body, circulated in a circle, and then retreated. Time stopped and Sylvanas caught her falling self and gently placed her on the ground.

The power in the wedding ring did something she didn't understand, causing her other self to faint and wake up weak for a while.

Gently touching the blue-gray cheeks, the abnormal complexion is caused by the blood clotting in the capillaries under the skin, as well as the curse; The skin is smooth but dry, and it feels like the skin will break open with a little exertion, and the rest of the skin is similar

Two long swords were stuck at the top of the mound, and the morning breeze swayed gently with them, and on the distant horizon, it was half raised.

"Are you awake?" Sylvanas said. She sat at the very top of the hill with her back to her other self, facing the sunrise. The power in the ring knocked the queen of the Undercity unconscious for three hours.

"You're still weak, you'd better lie down a little longer"

Queen Sylvanas opened her eyes and was about to search for a weapon in a panic, and pinched the dagger in her hand, which made her feel a little more relieved, but found that she could not move the rest of her body except for her fingers.

"You don't have the strength to speak now" Sylvanas still looked at the sun, and the sun dyed her golden, "I just looked at your memory, and if it was me at the time, I couldn't have done better than you, so you don't have to suffer from it all the time." ”

'How can it not be painful' Queen Sylvanas could only retort in her heart, if she still had the ability, she would kill the person who said these words.

"Our experience was the same before I met my husband."

'What? Husband? Did you choose to get married? When Queen Sylvanas heard these words, her heart was half unhappy, half puzzled, why did she have the idea of marrying, who was his husband? All the physiognomy was now turned into some kind of impulse that she didn't understand.

"I met him at that time, and he was just a little mage who asked me for support......"

Queen Sylvanas listened to her other self, in contrast to her life, her tear ducts had not dried up, she would shed tears for the injustice of fate, why should I suffer so much?

After a while, Queen Sylvanas' neck moved, and she turned to look at her other self, and from her point of view she could only see the familiar and unfamiliar back, and the golden hair, which symbolized a good harvest.

Queen Sylvanas's vision gradually drifted into a dream, and she found herself in a warm, sun-filled bedroom. Golden sunlight shines through the windows, illuminating the floating dust and casting magnificent patterns on the floor. This is her room, the room before she died. She was not yet twenty years old, but she was already the most promising ranger in her family at a young age. She put on her over-the-knee boots, compared them to the length of the laces, and fastened them carefully. She straightened the tapestry with the leaf pattern, jumped out of bed, and came to the mirror to admire her image. Waist-length blonde hair is as soft as water, like golden silk in the sun. She smiled in front of the mirror and began to comb her hair until they supple around the long, pointy ears. It's not enough to be the best Ranger in the family. She was shocked when she appeared, and she was extremely conceited. (Narcissism?) Official)

This strange and long-ago memory brought Queen Sylvanas back to reality. Wandering towards her other self, the back of the one who was telling her story, the branch point between her and her fate was on her husband's body.

There was a pain in her throat, and she found herself able to make a sound.

"You really love your husband! I thought you loved yourself the most. ”

"Narcissism and love are two different things, and he deserves my giving." Sylvanas only told the story of herself and Shane, and she omitted Aurelia and Winlesa, whose intuition made her reluctant to tell that the three sisters would marry an elf. Something unexpected can happen when you say it.

"I don't want to hear you anymore," Queen Sylvanas suddenly refused.

"Alright then, I'll stop talking"

"What's your husband's name?" After a moment of silence, the queen suddenly asked.

"Didn't you tell me not to say it?" Sylvanas teased her alter ego

"I want to know his name".

"I don't want to tell you"

“......”

"I'm leaving, they should have waited a long time" Sylvanas stood up, also carrying his other self on his shoulders, heavier than expected.

"What are you going to do?"

"Send you back?"

"Are you trying to save the elves?" Queen Sylvanas still couldn't lift her hands and feet.

"Yes"

"You're really willing to meddle," the queen refused to admit defeat even though she was weak, and her tone was full of mockery: "In the end, maybe they won't thank you"

"I don't care."

"I hate you."

"Feel free."

"......" Queen Sylvanas stopped talking. Now she's the queen of the longing but bewildered walking dead. They huddle together in the ruined capital of Lordaeron, advance and retreat together, and are also the queen's tools for revenge, arrows in the bag (official). She didn't want to hear stories that didn't belong to her, stories that seemed to mock her fate.

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Lotherma and his rangers spent the night in the ruins, and it was a difficult night. Keep an eye on the two Sylvanas guards on the left and right, and pray that neither Sylvanas will be damaged. It's a magical world where two Sylvanas have appeared, and there must be some reason for that, figuring it out, might be able to help Quel'Thalas.

The regent of Lothema is also guarded by his escort regiment, the eyes of his subordinates, he really doesn't want to look at each other, he doesn't even know why there are two Sylvanas at the moment, and I Lothema can't do more.

"Why don't we run?"

There will always be some idiots who are overpowered by fear. Although Lotherma herself will be a little shaken when she hears it, how can she act like this, didn't you see that the entire camp was demolished in less than a minute?

"Anyway, let's wait for them to come back."

After saying this, the subordinates became even more uneasy and waited until noon. In the midst of the commotion, the elves automatically moved out of the way, and Sylvanas returned with the queen of the Undercity on her shoulder.

The elves didn't dare to move.

Sylvanas walked over to the surrounded Terror Guards, hugged the other self, and handed them to the Terror Guards.

"This is your queen, take her back, she's not hurt, she's just going to be weak for a while."

In the hollow eyes of the undead, a dark light flickered and flickered. Sylvanas was sure they had memorized her face carefully. The Guardian of Terror silently took it, took the undead warhorse, placed the queen on it, and left without saying a word.

The undead were gone, and Sylvanas began to search among the elves, and without much effort, he saw at a glance Lotherma, hiding in the group, looking left and right, pretending to have no sense of presence.

"I see you, Lotherma," Sylvanas smiled at him.

Lotherma shuddered like a sieve. "What do you have to tell the lady?" He asked cautiously.

"Your army has been requisitioned, you won't object."

"Of course not, we will comply with all your requests."

"Like when I was under my command?"

"Yes, like then?"