"It seems that you want to exchange the favor you promised for something practical, gold? Or equipment? She thought maliciously that she didn't have a good opinion of these humans who were known for their greed, even if they had just done her a great favor.

"Have you changed your mind?" She asked, mockingly, her voice as piercing as ice.

"No, I'm just here to see if there's anything I need help with." The human hunter said in a deep voice. His expression was sincere and sincere, not at all like the humans the Banshee King had ever seen, revealing a rudeness and greed in his bones. This young human is full of enthusiasm and energy, burning like a torch, warming everything around him.

Sylvanas felt a pang of jealousy in her heart, the same enthusiasm and energy she had once had, but now it was lost forever, and it could never be regained. It was as if all of a sudden, the Banshee King was hostile to this human being—far beyond jealousy, but like a life-and-death feud. The hostility was so inexplicable that even Sylvanas herself was amazed, and it took almost all her strength to keep herself from wringing the bowstring around the human's neck.

Almost instinctively, Diego sensed the hostility of the Banshee King, and he subconsciously took a step back, staring warily at the Queen's blood-red eyes. He realized that something was not quite right, and in the fierce battle before, he had not noticed anything unusual, but now, he was keenly aware of the strong evil aura that enveloped the Banshee King. The breath did not come from the pure power of death within Sylvanas, but it was more filthy, more chaotic, hungry, and brutal, as if it wanted to devour everything, destroy everything.

Evil power! Diego immediately recognized what it was, and it was clear that it was the devil's specialty. Guan Haifa behind him was also keenly aware of the danger, and the beast's instinct caused it to bow its body slightly, staring at Sylvanas vigilantly, and let out a low roar in its throat, ready to pounce.

Seeing the yellow leopard's reaction, Diego was even more sure that he had not misjudged.

"Pardon my offense, Your Majesty!" Diego bowed. Before the queen could react, he took the deed from his waist and flipped to the page where the spell "Sensing Evil" was recorded. Diego is not one of those orthodox paladins, and many of his holy light spells must be cast with the help of holy deeds, and this spell is one of them.

"Under the holy light, all evil cannot be hidden!" Diego whispered as he held a book in one hand and tapped the pages with the other.

A soft light slowly rose from the page, and then spread out in all directions. In the blink of an eye, the entire hall was filled.

"What are you doing? Mankind! Almost subconsciously, the Dark Lady held her hands in front of her to block out the light, even if it wasn't strong enough to damage her undead body.

"Sense evil, Your Majesty! I sense that there is evil hidden in this hall! Diego looked the hall warily, looking for enemies lurking in the darkness.

"Joke! If there's evil in this hall, it's none other than me! Sylvanas was on the verge of anger. The light wasn't enough to hurt her, but it was upsetting, the undead's deep aversion to the light.

The Banshee King felt deeply offended, she knew how evil she was in the eyes of humans, but such a slap in the face was something that no king could allow. She raised her bow, but, just before the lead shot, she noticed the frightened look in the human's eyes. Following the human's gaze, Sylvanas turned her head in surprise to look behind her, and saw something unbelievable.

Just a few feet behind her, a creepy demonic emblem floated. The invisible emblem that had just been illuminated by the light was made up of a gray-green haze, and it looked like a demonic head with two horns on its forehead and green eyes. At this moment, wisps of smoke were stretching out of the emblem like the tentacles of an octopus, wrapping around Sylvanas's back, shoulders, and even the back of his head!

"Varimathas! I knew it was you! Sylvanas shouted angrily, waving her bow behind her in an attempt to sweep away the disgusting tentacles.

However, as if slashing through nothingness, the black bow that terrified countless enemies did no damage to the tentacles, and it only fluttered a few times before it stabilized again, still firmly entangled in Sylvanas's back.

"Damn it!" Sylvanas cursed, and she tried a few more times, but to no avail, the demon insignia fluttering behind her, mockingly watching her futile struggles. In fact, the horror of this demonic spell is that all the negative emotions of Sylvanas ...... anger, pain, and sorrow will be absorbed by it, causing it to grow stronger and stronger, which in turn will corrode her mind and twist her soul until she falls into the dark abyss completely.

"Maybe I can help you, Your Majesty!" In front of her, the human hunter said. He had stopped the big cat from acting rashly when the emblem was manifested, and now that his deed had turned to another page, the parchment recorded another holy light spell, more powerful than sensing evil, but it was not harmless to the undead.

"Damn, then hurry up and do it!" The Banshee King shouted angrily. She didn't know what this strange demonic spell was all about, but she knew better than anyone how chilling the tricks of the Dreadlords were. Compared to other demons, the Nasrezm Demon is better at controlling the minds of his enemies, corrupting their souls, and turning them into his own minions. It is said that the most famous founder of the Burning Legion, the Bronze Titan Sargeras, fell under the influence of the Dreadlords. But as early as when she broke free from the Lich King's control, Sylvanas had vowed never to become someone else's puppet again, even at any cost.

"As you wish, Your Majesty!" Diego replied, clicking on the parchment page with his hand and activating the spell of light recorded on it, "In the name of the light, exorcise evil!" ”

In the next moment, the already overflowing energy of the Holy Light erupted and rushed towards the filthy evil energy that was parasitic on Sylvanas's back.

It was as if bursting with blazing magma rushed into the sea, and the smoke that made up the demonic emblem suddenly boiled. In the smoke, the light and evil energy tumbled violently as if strangled, hissing sounds, and they continued to consume each other's strength until one was finally annihilated. But the power of the Holy Light was obviously more powerful than the evil power of the rootless water, and in just a dozen seconds, when the light and smoke formed by the spell hedge disappeared, the demon skull completely disappeared, and the air was filled with a pungent smell of burning sulfur.

There is no doubt that the undead are evil, and this Holy Light spell also caused great damage to the Banshee King, even if she was not the main target of the spell. The moment the light shone on Sylvanas, a sharp pain spread throughout her body, and every inch of her joints seemed to be driven into a red-hot iron nail. Her whole body stiffened, yet her muscles twitched and spasmed wildly, as if she were about to tear herself off her skeleton. Every drop of blood in her body seemed to be boiling, and they seemed to regain their vitality at that moment, pumping and jumping violently, and Sylvanas bet that even the slightest wound in her veins would spurt blood from her body.

But from beginning to end, Sylvanas didn't move for a moment, and the dignity of the Banshee King didn't allow her to fall to the ground like maggots wailing and rolling, and she even suppressed the power of death in her body so as not to consume the power of this holy light spell extraordinarily. She stood there like an iceberg, haughty and cold, but hard and unforgiving.

Time seemed unusually long in this seemingly endless agony, and even Sylvanas himself did not know how long it had lasted, as if it were a century. At last, in a trance, the Banshee King felt as if he had heard a terrible wail, and then the blinding light that seemed to be everywhere was extinguished.

All the pain dissipated in the blink of an eye, as suddenly as it had come. Sylvanas let out a long breath and slowly released her clenched right hand, then clenched it again. She felt herself regain control of her body, though still a little stiff and numb. She subconsciously glanced back, and the disgusting emblem had dissipated.

It was as if a boulder had been lifted away, and as if the haze over her head had been blown away by the wind, she felt extremely relieved from the bottom of her heart, although she still longed for revenge against the Lich King, and was still angry and sad about the betrayal of her subjects, but at least, she could now clearly distinguish which part was her true feelings, which part was bred by the corrosive spell influence of the demons.

"I owe you one more time, Diego? Asnar, my human friend! She thanked again in a hoarse voice. This time, she is no longer arrogant, and the High Elves have never been stingy in their loyalty and friendship with their friends who truly help them.

"It is a great pleasure to serve you, Your Majesty!" Diego responded, actually, and he was even happier that reason and humanity had apparently returned to the eyes of the Banshee King. Her eyes were still blood-red, but what was burning in them was no longer madness.

He paused, once again confirming that the queen was back to normal. Just as he hesitated to leave, Sylvanas spoke.

"Please forgive me for my presumptuousness, Diego, but I sincerely beg you, and your friends, to help me one more time." The queen said with some embarrassment that she had not prayed to anyone since she had broken free from Arthas's control. But now, she had to do something for her most loyal guards. For her now, face or something is the least important thing.

Diego looked up at her with some confusion, he didn't know what else he could do for her.

"Yes, before this rebellion, my most loyal banshees were sent out to clear out the undead wanderers entrenched on Soridan's farm, but now it seems that this is clearly a trap designed to separate me from my loyal minions and break them individually." The Banshee King explained.

Diego knew what she meant by "cleanup" - after the Lich King was battered and lost control of the Scourge Legion, the Legion's awakened undead formed the Forsaken under the leadership of Sylvanas, while the others who did not wander aimlessly in the wilderness. These walking dead rely on their bloodthirsty instincts to prey on anything they can see, whether it's the Alliance or the Horde. In order to increase the power of the Forsaken, Sylvanas often sent undead banshees to various places to activate their self-consciousness and bring them under his command through spiritism.

Diego nodded, motioning for the queen to continue.

"I can sense that they are all alive and still fighting for me, but in danger," Sylvanas said with some anxiety, she had only sensed the connection with the banshees in the pain of being hurt by the exorcism, and it was clear that the power of death in her body had become stronger in the pain and torment, "I must go and get them back." ”

"But Your Majesty, there are only five of us at full capacity, and to be honest, I don't think it'......," Diego muttered with some embarrassment. A few of them plus the dwarves rescued today would be enough if they went out to take risks, but he never thought that they could influence the victory of a battle, or even defeat an army directly, you know, there is no terrain in the wilderness like the throne hall that can perfectly play the power of the banshee king's wailing.

The Dark Lady was silent as well. She knew it was a bit of a tough thing, but she would never give up on those banshees.

"Even if it's just me, I'm going to get them out." She said to herself from the bottom of her heart.

"Maybe we should go to Soridan Farm first and see how it's going." Diego thought for a moment and said again. As scouts, a few of them are still up to the task, and they might be able to do more if the situation allows.

The Banshee King nodded, and it seemed that this was all he could do for now. Perhaps the situation is not irreparably bad, and when the time comes, the rebels may not really dare to stab their queen with their weapons.

"I hope so." She prayed in her heart, but she also knew that it was more like self-deception.

At that moment, there was a sound of footsteps in the corridor leading to the outside of the throne hall. The two of them suddenly looked back and looked towards the exit.

It looked like a Forsaken civilian, but now it's armed. He carried a large wooden bowl on his head, a kitchen knife in one hand, and a black shield in the other, which Diego guessed was a pot. A board of chopping was tied with rope around his chest, and some minced meat and vegetable leaves remained on it.

"Norman?" Diego asked, hesitantly, recognizing the old fellow as the owner of the inn where he was staying.

"Your Majesty, old Norman is at your service!" Just as the two of them looked at each other in amazement, the innkeeper opened his half-rotten mouth and saluted respectfully.