Everything has become strange, what is going on?

After daybreak, Sylvanas and the four rangers carefully tracing their way through the rugged mountain paths, she learned that Stratholme Land was now known as the Eastern Plaguelands. The place they were going to had once been the stronghold of the Far Wanderer Ranger, and she knew it better than any elf, but the change in circumstances had barely made it recognizable to her.

The mountain range from memory came into view. As far as the eye can see, it's just a normal protruding ridge on a rugged hillside. However, there is a trail that only far-travelers know. With a feeling of familiarity and strangeness leaping through his mind, Sylvanas stepped in and began to speed up, leaving all four rangers behind.

The bushes on both sides retreated quickly, and the female elf was very conflicted, not knowing what to do with the elves of this world, and she was even faster when she thought of this.

After the trail, you will enter an unsheltered canyon, and if the rangers here were still well-trained, they should have spotted her long ago.

And it turned out to be exactly what she expected.

After walking on the winding path for a while, two figures hidden behind the rocks suddenly appeared, and with the long swords in their hands, they set up a knife door to block the way forward.

"Who stepped into Quellins?"

Sylvanas did not answer, she found that the Ranger who stood in the way had a bad life, dirty light armor, sewing up many times, and not very mentally healthy, as if he had been seriously ill.

"Wait a minute, it's not an enemy, she's a ranger who saved us."

"It's you, you're saved! Mistress Aurora and Captain Hawksbill would be glad to find out. ”

The four rangers behind him caught up and hurriedly helped to defend themselves.

"Well...... Wait here for a while, and I'll go find the chiefs. So saying, he ran away.

Another guard snapped his fingers, and seven or eight rangers leaped out of the nearby ravine, looking at Sylvanas wary. Most of them were attracted by the elven bow behind her back, whispering. The coat of arms on it is too conspicuous and is the emblem of the Windranger.

The four rangers who followed all the way saw it early in the morning, but they never had a chance to ask, the female elf walked too fast.

Both Hawksbill and Aurora, Sylvanas knew each other, one was the Ranger Lord of her subordinates, whose full name was Rentor Hawksbill; One is a high-ranking priest in the army, named Aurora Celestial.

"Are you sure you're a Windranger?"

"Are you sure she has the Windranger insignia on her bow?"

On the way here, the Ranger Lord thought about the content of the conversation with his unreliable subordinates. What Windranger meant to the elves, he knew very well how proud he had been and how painful he was now.

The High Priest is in the same mood as the Ranger Lord, hoping that he will indeed be a Windranger, not a vanishing emissary or something.

The leaders of the two rangers met on the path, nodded to each other, and walked towards the entrance.

When they saw the elf, a hammer struck them in the chest, and they all slowed down, holding their breath. The color of the skin, the shape of the body, and the armor, although the pattern of the spell mark was different, they knew that it was the armor of the Windranger.

"Which Windranger lady" The Ranger Lord's dry voice struggled to pronounce, and he found that he was scared, because with the color of his hair he was almost sure which Windranger it was.

"Is it Ms. Aurelia or Ms. Winresa," Pastor Aurora also spoke almost tremblingly, she was deceiving herself.

Sylvanas listened to the voices of his subordinates and looked at their expressions, as if his presence was torturing them.

'You're soldiers of Quel'Thalas, you're afraid of being like this,' the elf sighed inwardly.

"Unfortunately, I'm not Aurelia and Winresa, I'm Sylvanas." As the clear voice fell, the hood was lifted back, and the female elf let the sunlight shine on her face, a face that could hold up beauty among elves, a face familiar to some rangers.

"Huh!!"

"Ahh

"Yikes!!"

"Don't be impulsive, calm down, don't move anyone." The Ranger Lord gritted his teeth to stop the riots.

"You? How could it be...... You. Aren't you already ...... Die....... ......"

Sylvanas' heart tightened when he heard the words of Pastor Aurora: 'Am I dead in this world?' Why? What happened? Even the two of you are like you're sick, so weak, so scared. ’

"I'm not dead, I'm Sylvanas, you don't have to doubt it," the elf sighed again, "You must have suffered a lot. ”

"Not dead?"

"Huh!!"

"Huh!!"

"Huh!!"

After the surprise, only the rangers' own breathing could be heard.

"Her eyes are blue!"

In this silence, I don't know who grabbed the key.

Then, Sylvanas saw Aurora tremble and give birth to her right hand, and a bright white orb came out of her fingertips and landed on Sylvanas's instep.

The Light is as weak as fluorescent, but it speaks volumes.

"Really, really, living Lady Sylvanas."

"Ah, it's really General Sylvanas."

"Yes, General Ranger is back."

"Is it really you?" The Ranger Lord also asked tremblingly at this time.

"Why not me? Hawksbill, you fell off chocobos and were dragged from Quettalin to the Sunlight Tower, and I remember your pants all torn. ”

"Please don't say any more, my lord," said Ranger Lord Hawksbill, covering the top half of his face.

"Aurora, I remember you too......"

"Welcome back, General Sylvanas," Aurora said first.

There should be a lot of questions, but what should I say? People will always believe in what they expect. All the rangers in the canyon ran over, and Sylvanas was surrounded by them, all wanting to see her alive. Everyone welcomed her and brought her to the Ranger Cabin.

"I think there should be my badge on it," the elf stopped in front of the Ranger's Hut, looked at the pillar in front of the door, and before she could reply, she was the first to enter.

The hut was once a living tree, shaded by greenery, but now it is faded and sunken like rotten wood.

Sylvanas was not in a good mood, and in a distraught mood, she gently stroked her big ponytail. This action was noticed by the priest Aurora, whose identity as a female spellcaster made her more detailed than the other elves, and she observed this Sylvanas along the way, and compared to her memory, her body and appearance changed.

The figure is more rounded, more feminine, the lines on the face are also soft, and the temperament feels more like a wife.

Is she married?' Priest Aurora was startled by her own thoughts, and then saw the ring on her left ring finger: 'Ah, it's true that I'm married, but who can marry Sylvanas?' She was more concerned.

Unbeknownst to the priest behind her, she walked up the stairwell to the place where she used to work, leaving all but the Ranger Lord and the High Priest.

"I see, it's General Sylvanas."

"Look at her skin and eyes, it's a living elf."

"I can feel the breath of His Excellency the General, yes, it's General Sylvanas."

Among the onlookers downstairs, many voices of discussion reached the second floor.

"Your Excellency, they are all very welcome" Ranger Lord Hawksbill, who also felt the aura of a female elf, had little to doubt.

The female elf closed the window without saying a word, and the voice of the discussion became quieter.

"Now tell me, why were you kicked out of Quel'Thalas?"

The stories that come from the mouths of the Ranger Lords are one of sadness, anger and hatred.

The stories from the high priests are miserable, desolate, and powerless.

'So much has happened,' the elf found that the day's sighs were more than the sum of her previous lives.

Silvermoon City was shattered, and the royal family and high-ranking nobles, except for Kael'thas, were killed in the Sunwell. However, the polluted Sunwell was even more terrible than the destruction of Silvermoon City. Kael'thas returns to destroy the sunwell, but an addiction ensues. In order to solve the addiction, he led the healthy people on an expedition to the outer lands. Some green crystals were also brought back to Quel'Thalas, where they could be soothed to relieve the addiction, but inside were demonic energy.

Most of the elves succumbed, but some rangers were unwilling to absorb demonic energy like monsters, and they were banished by Lotherma to Quellinth. Lacking food, medicine, and weapons, companions are dying one after another, with no hope of being rescued.

"Your Excellency, you should lead us to overthrow Quel'Salas and remove Lotherma from power." Finally, the Ranger Lord said as if venting.

"You guys go out first, I'm going to think about it."

"Yes, Your Excellency"

The two 'men' left, and Sylvanas sat down in her former chair, touching the strands of hair that hung down her chest over and over again.

'What should I do?' ’