What made Lotherma feel better was that the queen didn't come with an army.

Walking to the antechamber, he still used a few minutes. During these times, he wanted to regain his self-esteem as a ruler, and during his five years as regent he had become accustomed to wrapping himself in a majestic manner on appropriate occasions.

Queen Sylvanas swallowed all the light around her like a black hole. The light crumbled into her eyes—not the blue of Queldore, not even the green of Sindore, but a dull blood-red, like a funeral fire. It makes her gray-blue countenance, which is characteristic of the deceased, even more terrifying. Of course, she didn't come alone. She was followed by eight guards, whom Lotherma believed to be the legendary Royal Terror Guards, whose pitch-black blades showed no mercy under any circumstances.

As Lotherma walked into the antechamber, all she could hear was her own footsteps—even the sound seemed to fade faster than usual in front of the Banshee King.

"You're too slow."

Lotherma hears Sylvanas's voice that makes you shiver involuntarily like fingernails against a metal wall. He could also see tiny cracks in the skin around Sylvanas' mouth as he spoke, and then closed back together like the scales of a snake, like fragile parchment.

"No, I'm about to go with my army," said Lotherma hurriedly.

"It's still too slow, but you'll still have some use. Now set out with your people at once. ”

"Yes, of course I will, my lady."

Lotherma was as bitter as eating withered grass, and the toxin paralyzed his body. But what could he do? Every time I saw Sylvanas, I was reminded of the fate she had experienced, it was the wound of all the elves, and it felt as if the scab had just been torn open again, and it was very painful and difficult to subside for a long time.

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In the Tower of Windranger, Sylvanas didn't know that her self in this world had come to her door, and she and her men were in some trouble.

The rangers who explore south discover a scourge city, Dysom. The elves under Sylvanas' command had known it before, but it was the first time they had been spotted at visual distance.

"There are mountains and seas of skeletons, countless spiders, and several pyramids of the dead....."

When the scout returned, the female elf frowned, there was no doubt that the presence of Dysom would threaten the elves of the Windranger Clan. But......

"But we should figure it out first, Silvermoon City's attitude ......"

Neither of her subordinates agreed to use troops when the situation was ambiguous. Fear of losing a home that you have regained so hard

"Then slow down," Sylvanas said, for her, everything was going her way.

Not using troops does not prevent her from personally scouting Dysom. It won't be a day's journey from the Windranger Land to the south, and the land will be what it was when it was in the Eastern Plague Lands again. Bubbling green water flowed everywhere like pus, disgusting mushrooms thrived next to the puddles, and brainless skeletons hovered around the periphery, automatically attacking all the forests they found.

"The other day, the corrosion wasn't here yet"

Pointing to a rock on the surface, he rode to the side of the rock more than a meter high and said in surprise: "Five days ago, the corroded ground was only the front of the stone, but now it is in the middle. I remember correctly, I was lurking here all day. ”

This couldn't be worse news.

Sylvanas and his guards rode over, one of them stabbing into the dirt, just at the edge of the corroded earth. The elves camped here and rested, and made some marks in various other places. After a few hours, the erosion of the ground had passed all the marked points, and it was noticeably more corroded distance.

"It must be solved as soon as possible!" Sylvanas hurried back.

As soon as she returned to the easternmost watchtower, she immediately called Hawksbill and Aurora.

"I must personally visit Silvermoon City."

"Did something happen?" Aurora asked worriedly when she saw Sylvanas, who had returned in a hurry not long after heading south to investigate, and the female caster's instincts told her that something important had happened.

"Yes, it's important," Sylvanas said of their findings.

Hawksbill and Aurora also had a clean face.

"I'll leave in a moment, you stay here and be prepared for the crisis. Lotherma will know that the real threat is not us. ”

"Then please bring some more guards," Hawksbill said.

"No, I'm enough for an elf, Lotherma doesn't have the ability to leave me."

"At least bring your escorts."

"Hawksbill is right, ma'am, the guards will at least cover you in times of danger." High Priest Aurora also said.

Two of her subordinates, Sylvanas selected eight of her guards, rode the starry night to the other side of Quettalin, where they would first come into contact with the elves of the kingdom, and then turn north to Silvermoon City.

The cloak was wet with dew, and the silver moon stained the garment.

On the third day after departure, rest for the night, and tomorrow will cross the traces of death. When riding towards the water source of memory, the speckled fires are like stars rising.

Sylvanas and his escort had to stop at a distance.

"Already an elf arrived first? There are quite a few fires."

With the number of fires, she could tell if there were at least 300 to 400 troops there: 'Is it an army from Silvermoon City?' Am I going to go straight over? What are they here for? ’

Feeling the hesitation of its owner, the sitting chocobo paw uneasily plows the ground.

"I'm going to go no matter what," Sylvanas made up her mind. If that party was here for her and the elves, she had to go to stop the bloodshed. If not, she should also go and figure out their purpose.

"Let's go," Sylvanas said to the guard, riding over first.

As she got closer and closer, she felt a familiar and unfamiliar feeling hit her heart.

'Will something happen?' ’

The water source is in a small lake formed by an underground spring in a forest. Turning the trees, many exclamations came from the trees and in the night, knowing that the voices came from the night watchman, but there were no elves to stop her. A little commotion kept happening in the woods on both sides.

Riding to the entrance of the camp, she was stopped by a team of blood knights, and the feeling of familiarity and strangeness was stronger.

"I'm Sylvanas, let your commander out."

The Blood Knights looked at her face dumbfounded.

Lotherma, who was preparing to rest in the tent, was woken up by his ranger commander and whispered something in his ear. He immediately walked towards the camp gate. Filled with doubts and uneasiness, he could no longer walk when he walked a hundred paces.

Illuminated by the moonlight, the figure riding on the chocobo had just turned around and happened to see him.

"It's really Sylvanas!"