"Hold the flag high and fight for yourself.

We are the children of the stars.

May the sun guide us, and we will be worthy of our ancestors. ”

"Hold the flag high and fight for yourself.

We are the children of the stars.

May the sun guide us, and we will be worthy of our ancestors. ”

The elves lined up in four rows, singing and marching towards the Elven Gate.

High Priest Aurora brings a bright red chocobo.

"General Sylvanas, please mount it, and I'll take you on a leash."

Ranger Lord Hawksbill, holding a Far Wanderer's banner behind her.

"Lady Sylvanas, please guide us under this banner."

Several veteran rangers, kneeling at her feet, kissed her boots.

"We swear to fight only for you."

A breath rose in her chest that she couldn't describe.

"If you will follow me, then obey me." She said loudly.

"Yes, Sylvanas."

"We're all loyal to you."

The elves fell to their knees.

Even a hard-hearted elf would not be able to refuse such an occasion.

As a leader, she has no choice but to overcome obstacles.

When I think back to this, it seems as if only in a story.

"Your Excellency, the rangers who went out to collect supplies have all returned."

"Good"

"Your Excellency, the undead wandering ahead have been cleared, and no large-scale gatherings of enemies have been found around."

"Good"

"We'll be able to reach the Elven Gate in the afternoon."

"Good"

In the ranks of the rangers, Sylvanas's gaze has always been forward, and only forward: 'The people have given you the power with both hands, and then you have borne the weight of the whole people.' ’

Like the song sung by the rangers, hold the flag high and fight for it; May the sun guide us, and we will be worthy of our ancestors. The elves around her, too, felt the leader's fortitude and silently guarded around her.

What the world is like is illustrated by the huge scars on the ground.

The spire of the Elven Gate reflects the sunlight like the morning sun rising from the horizon. But in the end, you can see a ruined ruin.

Once, the gate rose from among the rocks and fell from the sky, drawing a high arc between the sky and the earth, and the gold and white decorations shone like a waterfall of marble and amber between heaven and earth.

However, the enemy's battle flag flew high, and all the magnificence was shattered.

"The Elven Gate has five hundred guards today."

The scout said at his leader's side.

Why so little? Because the elves are almost extinct.

Sylvanas knew the suffering of the elves of this world, and she pulled the reins: "Let's go forward until we reach the door." ”

The defenders are like a wall blocking the Elven Gate. Their mission is to stay here and prevent more undead from entering the kingdom from here.

But in the face of their compatriots, they need to carry out the orders of the regent.

"Stop, you can't enter Quel'Thalas. You are outcasts and are not eligible to enter the kingdom. Now get away quickly, if you don't want to shed blood."

Behind the shouting elves, several magic ballistas were pushed out of the queue.

In Sylvanas's eyes, all this was very strange, yes, the homeland had become strange.

She motioned to Hawksbill, who walked out, holding the Far Traveler banner aloft, at Sylvanas' behest, "Do you see this flag?" Its owner is back today. ”

The guard officer also stepped out. He saw the banner, and he wanted to join it, but the path was not open to him.

"Hawksbill, you cowards, you have chosen to be banished only for fear of the condemnation of your conscience, and you are not entitled to return to the kingdom."

"Humph! Have you ever seen your own eyes? Do you know the stench on your body? Trading with demons won't lead to salvation. ”

"Vault Dweller, get out of here, or the ballista will shoot at you," the guard officer raised his right hand, and the ballista began to wind slowly.

"Enough!"

The clear female voice was like a sweeping wind, and the coldness in it silenced all the elves. The team from Quellins was like a stream of water divided by a mountain, and Sylvanas was guarded and walked slowly.

"Nozomi ...... Hope...... Ms. Sylvanas? No way, didn't you die in battle? ”

"Who are you? I don't know you. ”

The red chocobo stopped in front of the guard, and Sylvanas looked at the guard officer with her blue eyes

The guard officer who identified himself as Daenning glanced back, then lowered his head.

"I'm Daenning, a Blood Knight with a surname that isn't worth mentioning."

"The glory of deeds is more dazzling than the surname."

"Ma'am?"

"Get out of the way, since I became a ranger, I have guarded the Elven Gate for no less than a hundred years, I have never heard that the Elven Gate Guardian has the duty to prevent the elves from returning home."

"But it's the regent's order."

"Get out of the way"

"Wait!"

"Bold!"

In desperation, the guard officer grabbed the reins of the chocobo, and then several pieces of sword light flashed, vowing to cut into the cracks in the Blood Knight's armor.

"Ding~~~" only one voice was heard.

"Buzz Buzz"

Seven sharp swords spun and flew overhead, then plunged into the dirt.

The golden glint in Sylvanas' eyes flashed.

"No one can draw his sword before me today."

The guards looked at their slightly trembling palms in shock, and the Elven Gate guard officer and his lieutenant were also holding their right wrists, none of them could see what was going on, if it was a battle, they would be dead.

"And you, guard officer. It is the duty of a soldier to obey orders, but you also need to know the right thing to draw your sword, and the sword in your hand is never aimed at your own people. ”

Sylvanas' voice resounded throughout the audience.

"Regency of Lotherma...... If you go back like this, it could lead to a civil war," Daenning said.

"Civil war? No, there will be no civil war, in the name of the Windrangers, get out of the way, soldiers, you have done a good job today, worthy of glory, even if Lotherma is in front of me, you don't dare to be so tough. ”

"Compatriots~~ Compatriots, listen to me, get out of the way, I know your concerns very well. But the kingdom that can accept all wanderers is the kingdom that we once had. I didn't come back this time for the rights of Silvermoon City, nor for the crown, but to find a way to survive. ”

"In a moment I will lead the elves behind me forward, and if you still have a grudge in your heart, shoot your arrows at me, but even so, I will never draw my sword against you."

"In the name of Sylvanas Windranger."

"Forward"

Sylvanas said, breaking into the Elven Gate first.

The guards looked silently at their superiors, who gave no instructions.

Sylvanas and her followers passed through the gate.

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On the way to the land of the Windrangers, the forest reverted to its original appearance, and the stream clattered pleasantly, and although the undead wandered and blackened scars, they finally returned.

Sylvanas looked into the distance under the familiar starry sky, and if she had some diary, she would definitely record her mood for the day.

Everything was a bluff, and I was confident that I would kill the defenders before they drew their swords, but it was pointless. The green-eyed compatriots were very strange, and I had no confidence to stop the bloodshed. I also know that I don't have the ability to lead a ruined nation at this time, but I still have to bring them back, and I can't give up the elves who depend on me. The power of the Windranger is far greater than that of Lotharma, and is the source of trouble, and I don't know what will happen to the storm after that, but I just want the sun to guide me, and I am worthy of my heart. ’