"Lady Sylvanas, with all due respect, I didn't understand what you meant, that you are not under the control of the Lich King? It's somewhat sensational. Mograini said.

Sylvanas opened his arms, took a deep breath and said: "This is indeed the case, Your Excellency, please look at the undead around me, although their bodies are rotten, their eyes are still bright, they stench to the sky, but their souls are still clean, as you can see, we overthrew the **** of Arthas, we are reborn, and we are dying for revenge." ”

Putres leaned out and said, "Old friend, remember me?" The pharmacist who used to heal his wife, Putress? ”

"Ahh Mograini exclaimed, "Putres, you have become one of 'them'?" ”

"You are right," said Putres, "I was infected by the plague and became a minion of Arthas, but now that I am free, I follow in the footsteps of Lady Sylvanas, and we will, and we will fight the scourge to the end." ”

"Because, we are the ones who are really hurt!"

Mograini was a little moved, as Putress said, the undead are the real victims of natural disasters, and it seems that these living people are more appropriate to be called 'lucky' than them.

For a moment, Mograini didn't know how to answer Putres's words.

"Mograine, don't be blinded by rhetoric, don't you see what is standing next to the undead? It's a dreadlord, they're good at lies and intrigue, and who knows if these undead aren't controlled? Garisos shouted at the top of his voice, not only for Mograine, but for the soldiers behind him.

From the fading battle spirit, Garisos sensed that something was wrong.

Mograine was unmoved by Garethos's words, but he still asked, "As the marshal said, how can this Dreadlord explain?" ”

Sylvanas said, "The Dreadlord was the hero of the overthrow of the Arthasian Empire, and Varimathas was also my assistant in defeating the other two Dreadlords, and he is now subservient to me and obeys my call. ”

I glanced at Varimatas quietly, and saw that he was not ashamed of betraying his brother, nor unwilling to surrender to Sylvanas, as if Sylvanas were talking about someone else, and more and more, I felt that Varimasas was a character.

As the city continued to argue, Mograine asked many questions, including why the Lich King's control over the undead had weakened, how the Dreadlord overthrew Arthas's rule, how the undead gathered and how they captured Lordaeron, and Sylvanas and the others answered all of them, and there was nothing to hide, and to be honest, the undead had no need to hide it.

Things were going to turn for the better, and when it became clear that the Forsaken was truly free from the Lich King's control, Mograini's tone gradually loosened, and at the same time, he missed his wife and children more and more, and the retreat had been growing in Mograine's heart.

"In that case, undead, we may spare you from dying, but you must return Lordaeron." At this moment, Garisos suddenly spoke.

I almost didn't jump off the city and slap Garisos twice, this mending knife was too timely, Sylvanas finally convinced Mograini that he was a group of free undead, a group of innocent victims, and Mograini gradually believed in it, and had plans to retreat.

But Galisos's words instantly pitted the two sides against each other, and the situation became worse again.

This girl is really a shit-stirring stick, and my anger is gone.

Sylvanas also had anger in his eyes, and after saying it for so long, was it just to let the other party "peacefully" seize his own results? Definitely not.

"Garethos, please don't say such childish things again, okay? Where were you when Alsace killed the old king and launched a brutal extermination operation? You just fled with your men, and even the cowardice of a rat did not dare to rush into the city to rescue your wife and children. ”

"Again, where were you when the Legion of Damnation in Alsace trove through the Tirisfal Glades? Is it hiding in a **** wound in an inaccessible hole? ”

"Lordaeron People's Resistance Army, it's just a joke, how many civilians have you saved, and how many natural scourge minions have you killed? I'm afraid there are no civilians in your camp anymore, and your swords are too rusty to pull out of their sheaths. ”

"I would also like to ask you why you did not take the opportunity to attack Lordaeron when you knew that the Lich King and Arthas had lost control of the undead, but instead watched the fire from the other side, leaving us poor people who were physically and mentally torn to fight alone."

"Now, we have paid a huge price and finally won the fruits of victory, and you, want to take these away with a word, Garisos, dare to ask you if you still have glory, do you still have dignity?"

Nima's, no wonder there is no Garisos union in Sylvanas in this world, it turns out that this guy is this kind of person, greedy for life and afraid of death, bullying the soft and afraid of the hard, and loves to pull the tiger's skin and shout.

I snickered and looked down the city, and saw that Garissos's face was blue and red, but he couldn't say a word, and the soldiers behind him also showed ashamed looks, I don't know whether they were ashamed of Garissos or for themselves, or both.

Both Mograine and Farbanks looked at Garissos in surprise, waiting for his explanation.

"Old man, don't be deceived by this woman's rhetoric, she's slandering me." Garisos explained in a whisper, and then he said loudly to the city, "Sylvanas, isn't it because you don't want to hand over Lendane?" ”

"How much did Arthas do you good, or how much of your servility was to defend Lordaeron for the Death Knight after his defeat, Lady Sylvanas, can you tell me?"

A dark queen who wants revenge all the time is slandered by others as a lackey of the enemy, and her grievances, anger, and disgust can no longer be described in quantifiers.

Sylvanas's body trembled a little, and his finger pointed to the city, but he couldn't say a word.

"What? I was right by me, speechless? Hmph, I knew Arthas wouldn't be defeated so easily, you must be his ambush. Garisos continued to slander.

I couldn't bear it anymore, watching my goddess being so slandered by others, it was like a volcano erupting in my heart, and I couldn't suppress it at all.

"Filthy humans behind the Ember Bringer, put away your nasty tricks, and don't look behind you, your soldiers, they're all blushing with your shame."

"Hmph, what Lordaeron human resistance, it's just a bunch of rats with their heads and tails hidden, to tell you, Lordaeron is ours, the undead of all the thousands of Lordaeron civilians who have been enslaved by the Lich King and escaped from the Lich King's enslavement."

"We, the Forsaken, are the first heirs of this city, and you, a 'Generalissimo' who has abandoned the commoners, you are not worthy of stepping into Lordaeron."