Sylvanas, who suddenly appeared on the walls of Lordaeron, was heroic, cold and violent, and she held Solidar in one hand? Sunset, one hand...... Like a phantom, he draws arrows from his back, and then bends his bow to shoot arrows.

A rain of arrows shot into the demon's body like a torrential rain. In an instant, the entire city wall was covered with a rain of arrows from Sylvanas.

Her arrows were swift and powerful, each easily tearing through the armor that covered the demon's body, into the demon's body, and then shooting out in the other direction.

One quiver was quickly shot out, but then another fully loaded quiver appeared on her back, and the rain of arrows continued, but the quiver kept changing.

The Ranger General's name is well deserved, and even though she can't use magic arrows now, her arrows still kill her.

The demon wailed and struggled, and there was nowhere to hide from the rain-dense arrows, and in less than a minute, there was not a single demon on the walls that could stand.

Sylvanas has a glimpse of the world, and Lordaeron has everything in sight.

"Boom!"

With a loud bang, the gates were finally breached, and the abominants wielded their hammers, maces, and axes...... Rushing towards the city, it was like plowing everywhere it went, and the enemy fell apart.

Sylvanas is satisfied with the results of her people, but this is not enough, the walls are only the first stop, and she has to compete with the Dreadlord for more people.

A long roar, low like a dragon's groan, sharp like a phoenix's roar.

Sylvanas vanished from the wall, and she descended the wall to the other end, where she would lead her "people" into the dragon.

"It's time for us to go, and we can't just let Miss Sylvanas take the lead." Putress said softly, then gathered a gust of wind around him and rushed towards the shattered city gate.

Faraniel smiled slightly, "You can't just let Lady Sylvanas charge. With that, he left after Putres.

"All the banshees obey the order, kill Lordaeron, and protect the general." Sharindra snorted and led more than a hundred banshees towards the city.

The banshee is gone, and there is no longer an army of the Forsaken outside the city, just me and ...... Nicola and Octavia.

"Don't you have to follow in the footsteps of your generals?" I asked softly.

Octavier gazed at the gates and said in the same soft voice, "In fact, we have never ceased to follow in the footsteps of the General, both in life and after death. ”

"Then why don't you listen to Sharindra?" I said.

Nicola grimaced at me - almost didn't scare me, this Nima was so grimaceous that her tongue was almost sticking out to the ground - and said, "Fool, we are on the orders of the eldest sister to protect you." ”

I shook my head and sighed, "I'm protecting your vessels!" ”

After that, I didn't wait for Nicola and Octavier to speak, and walked slowly towards the city gate alone, I wanted to see the fishmen and jackals who had died tragically.

Nicola and Octavier laughed wryly before following me.

As they approached the walls, the corpses of the fishmen and gnolls grew, some of them were pierced by arrows, some were burned by the fire, and some were frozen by the ice...... The deaths were strange, but what was the same was that their faces were full of fear and ...... Unwilling.

I can understand why, because I, like them, are scared and unwilling.

Sylvanas could have dealt with the enemies on the walls by herself, but she had killed these innocent lives here for some unwarranted reason.

Walking among the corpses, I hope to find a living person, even if it is only one breath of life.

However, I failed, and I did not find a single living fish-man or gnollo-man.

It's not that the demons don't have a chance to shoot their arrows, it's not that the demons don't want to stay alive - in fact, they can't do that either, there are always a few lucky ones who can survive the war - it's that the forsaken have passed through the land, and there is no one left alive, and they ruthlessly wave their butcher's knives at the Allies.

Before I reached the city gate, I didn't dare to look at the tragedy here.

Boulders smashed flesh and blood, oil burned grease and fresh flesh crackled, and almost none of the fishmen and gnolls who died here were intact.

In the air, the pungent smell of black smoke was terrible, but I still gasped for breath, letting the black smoke rush into my throat and intestines.

My rotten body was choked by the smoke, and it was very painful, but I did not dare to stop, I did not dare to close my mouth and nose, because in this smoke, I seemed to smell the smell of an indomitable soul.

I looked around, and at last I saw an equally charred corpse beneath a few charred fishmen, and after one glance, I was sure that it was the body of old Toby, the wise man of the fishmen.

The corpse exuded an unyielding resentment that was heavier than all corpses, and it seemed that at any moment it might stand up and take up arms to confront Sylvanas.

"Why, why, what about your promises, what about your pride, how can you be so cruel to your allies who have come from afar to help you?"

I couldn't answer, I didn't dare to answer, I just stood there silently, mourning in silence for the bodies that had been mixed together.

Old Toby, Augustine, all the fishmen and gnolls, may you have a good journey, the world of the living is too dark, but may the world of the dead be full of light, and you will have eternal rest, and no longer have to worry about disease, pestilence, food, survival, and struggle......

It seems that it was my silence that played a role, and I felt that the souls of the dead around me were gradually decreasing, and the resentment was gradually weakening. It's a strange feeling, it's weird, but that's how I feel.

Until, as a little glow emanated from Old Toby's charred corpse and converged into a fish-man appearance, I finally knew that I was right, and that the resentment of the dead was waning.

"Old Toby, is that you?" My eyes were filled with sorrow.

Old Toby stared at me and said slowly, "Undead, you're right, we'll rest in another world. But before leaving, I want to ask you for one thing. ”

"You say!"

"The Fishmen and the Jackals have been weakened and will never again be against the Silver Pines Forest and ...... Sylvanas is a threat, so I would like to ask you to tell Sylvanas not to go to war against the fishmen and gnolls for a hundred years, they can't do anything without 'us', let Sylvanas let them go! ”

"Old Toby, I'm willing to risk my life, and if I can't convince Sylvanas, I'll never be at peace, and I'll be burdened with rotten rotten flesh forever."

Old Toby smiled with relief, and he turned away and looked east.

Look through Lordaeron, through the Silver Pine Forest, into the Alterac Mountains, where the sun rises and shines brightly.

When Old Toby's gaze fell on the sun, the sun's rays also shot into Old Toby's body.

The morning sun corresponds to the light points on old Toby's body, blooming with dazzling brilliance.

******

I rushed to the list of new authors and new books for two weeks, and both weeks have failed, no matter how good my grades are, there are always so many people in front of me, I remember that last Sunday my index was more than 2,000, ranking ninth, and this week, the index reached 4,000, and the ranking was twelve.

I know that many people are brushing the charts, but my mood is still very different, and sometimes I even doubt myself, is it really that what I write is so unbearable?

In addition, I didn't wait for the first push of signing on Friday this week, which made my mood even worse, and some books in the same period have already been recommended twice, and I have to wait another week, at that time, my word count is approaching 150,000, 150,000, I am at the signing site of 30,000 words.

When I think about this, I feel the urge to jump off the building.

I wanted to save up the manuscript and wait for the recommendation to explode directly, but I sat in front of the computer every day and had all those strange thoughts in my head, so that it took three or four hours to hold back a chapter.

I feel like I've got a little bit of a glass heart, but I can't restrain it, even though I know everything.

Hey, my heart is really tired.

Okay, after the complaining, it's time to go to the codeword, there is a chapter waiting for me in the evening.