The Black Knight rode a skeletal horse and followed Quelsala closely, both of which rode a hundred kilometers of war horses, so the rangers threw a distance.

"Seeing that you have the strength of the eighth order, what is your name?" Quelsala opened her mouth to ask the Black Knight.

"Andrew? Hartwell, Your Highness! The Black Knight replied respectfully.

"Andrew? Is that the one who peeked at Mara with slanted eyes? Fowler, the guy who is still drooling? "In her previous life, Quelsara often wandered around the Dark City, and often stopped to watch a group of soldiers train in the military district, so she subconsciously said it.

"How did Your Highness know?" Andrew? Hartwell asked, surprised and confused.

"Our Highness is a prophet!" Hawksbill rushed over and said, "Man, did you see all that you said to Whiteman?" ”

"Of course not, I've heard that. A lustful old undead, once the housekeeper of the Mograine family, he grew up watching Whitemayne. As soon as he drank too much, he bragged to us about the past. Andrew replied.

"You guys, can you still get drunk?" Hawksbill was skeptical.

"Our queen ordered the great pharmacist Putress to develop a liquor that can anesthetize the soul - the drunken soul." Andrew said puzzled, "So we can get drunk too." ”

"Is your queen often drunk?" Quelsala asked.

"No, Her Majesty rarely drinks it, only when he occasionally sings." Andrew said.

"These are all Alerrick? Hawkkins out? Quelsara raised her voice slightly.

"How does Your Highness know the name of our Grand Leader?"

"I don't know his name, I'm going to abolish him!" Quelsala gritted her teeth.

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Brill, the first town founded by Sylvanasling after leading the Forsaken Revolt, is the ruins of what was once the first town of Lordaeron.

At this moment, Sylvanas was standing on the high hill and felt the sea breeze blowing in the distance, the wind blowing his face hidden under the dark hood, and his red eyes kept staring into the distance. She lifted her lips lightly, and a beautiful voice came out of his mouth:

Ride the light, ride the light of the sun

Children of Blood

The enemy is destroying along the way

Children of Blood

Ride the light

Fall, children of blood

They destroy all the way

Oh, children of blood

Riding the light of the day

Fall, children of blood

They destroy all the way

Children of Blood

Riding the light of the day

The sun...

The poignant and beautiful singing echoed throughout Tirisfa for a long time, and every undead lowered their heads to appreciate this beautiful song, remembering the most unforgettable wound in their hearts!

"Ahh

"Sheena!"

One voice! A voice that haunted him! A voice that belongs only to him!

"Impossible, it must be an illusion!" Sylvanas whispered to herself.

"Sheena, I know, you must know I'm coming, turn around and look at me, okay?" Quel'sala's voice rang out.

Sylvanas was trembling, and the whole person stood there just trembling wordlessly. Suddenly, she jerked around and pulled out one of the arrows in her quiver and headed for Quelsalazha.

The sharp arrow suddenly stopped one centimeter from the skin on his chest, and Sylvanas's ethereal and indifferent voice came out: "Why are you only awake now?!" Do you know how I've lived these hundreds of years? You can lie there motionless, and you know what I'm going to endure! Sylvanas' cold voice lasted only a few moments before she leaned into Quel'sala's arms and began to cry, coldly punching Quelthala.

Quelsara hugged Sylvanas's cold body, feeling the aura of death emanating from her body, and suddenly burst into tears!