The black dragon princess, who had been tortured for a long time, fell on the terrace and soon fell asleep. ,!

Looking at the huge body, Kael'thas thought she wouldn't catch a cold.

The newly born clone is very fragile, but fortunately, it can accept the energy transmitted through the black dragon princess to replenish her strength.

Kael'thas ordered a makeshift cot to be prepared on the terrace, and slept under the watchful eye of Lotherma.

The other elves retreated to the fortress with their faces in disarray.

"The first time I met His Highness was when he was fifteen or sixteen years old."

Walking down the dimly lit staircase, Aurelia spoke out with one hand on the wall.

"Huh? And then what?"

Solan Lian couldn't understand why she brought up the topic.

Aurelia smiled and said, "That's why I only learned today that Sylvanas is in charge of Chapter 451: The plight of the undead is the most essential reason for him, and His Highness is indeed very cute."

The scene fell silent instantly.

Is it really okay to say it like this? Isn't this just your personal thought?

“”

The sorcerer's hand searched for it in his arms, and then silently handed over a handkerchief: "Wipe your nosebleed." ”

After this night, Aurelia's big sister image in the crowd is gone.

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Return to Quel'Thalas.

Kael'thas opened his eyes in pain, and he covered his head with one hand, smashing together the shaking world in front of him.

In fact, the world did not shake, but his soul and body were a little mismatched because of the detachment.

Fortunately, this feeling quickly disappeared.

"Who's out there, come in."

When he got back to normal, he let the people who were waiting outside in.

"See Your Highness."

This is a mage, and the robe emblazoned with the family crest of the day proves his identity as a royal mage.

"What's the matter?"

Kael'thas didn't know the mage, but that didn't affect his conversation.

"Your Highness, the demons of the Cursed Lands have arrived in Silvermoon City and are under our control."

The mage replied, but showed no signs of looking up.

Demons of the Cursed Lands?

【Oh, Kazak】

Kaelsa Chapter 451: The Predicament of the Undead suddenly reacted and was a little strange: "Didn't I order it to be handed over to the undead?" Why are you still here? ”

He also thought that the mages had sent Kazak to Sylvanas.

"Back to Your Highness, this is what we want to report to you."

The mage took out a report from his bosom and raised his hands: "Lordaeron's current situation makes it impossible for us to send the demon over. ”

Surprising news.

Kael'thas stretched out his hand with a slight change in his face, took the report out of thin air and opened it.

The report described Lordaeron's current situation, but it was nothing like he had expected.

Sylvanas did not quickly become queen when she returned to Lordaeron.

Instead, the undead are ruled by two Dreadlords who drove Sylvanas out of the capital.

Kael'thas knew the two Dreadlords, named Varimatsas and Banazal, who seemed to be the three brothers of the Dreadlord he had last encountered in Mount Hyjal.

Of course, he didn't know if he was a brother or not, but he only knew that these three guys were together in history.

Now that one person is gone, the remaining two Dreadlords have taken control of the undead early, perhaps in the short time since Arthas left and Sylvanas has returned to Quel'Thalas.

Most of the undead had just been freed from Neozu's control, and they were desperate to find the organization, and the two powerful Dreadlords were the natural choice.

[Damn. 】

Kael'thas regretted taking Sylvanas so simply.

Now that she was a few steps late, it would be difficult for her to resist the forces of the two Dreaddemon Kings.

"Continue to leave the demon in Silvermoon City, and ask it about the whereabouts of the Dragon King's Blade."

Kael'thas kept his face calm and instructed the mage, "Lordaeron's question, you don't take any action yet. ”

He must not release Kazak to Lordaeron now.

If nothing else, the two Dreadlords would definitely welcome Kazak's arrival, and it would be even more disadvantageous if the three demons joined forces.

The mages had apparently anticipated this outcome and had disobeyed the order to imprison the demons.

"It's okay, you step back first."

After waving the mage to pull back, Kael'thas took a breath of cold air.

[Fortunately, it was found in time. 】

Gathering arcane energy in his hands, he opened a mirror in front of him and began to observe Sylvanas's side.

It was nighttime, and Sylvanas was walking through a withered field with nearly a thousand pale skeletons.

She wore black armor and a cape, as if she blended in with the night, but her silver hair glowed with charm in the moonlight.

"How far is the village?"

She drove the skeleton horses under her seat to stop and asked in a cold voice.

"Soon, Your Majesty."

A skeletal warrior following her bowed to her.

Skeletons, undead, ghouls, and several ugly-looking abominations in between, this is Sylvanas' current troops.

"yes, speed it up."

She led the way again, the skeleton horse stepping through the pitch-black ground, leaving two blue phosphorus fires behind.

A few minutes later, the team came to the ruins of a village.

In the moonlight, you can see crumbling huts, rusty blacksmiths, and a terrifying mess of green liquid on the ground.

Every place in Lordaeron is a scene like this today.

"Start searching."

Sylvanas looked around, not caring about the scenery in front of him, and gave the order directly.

The undead under her command scattered, carefully searching the village.

What are you looking for? 】

Kael'thas was still a little curious, but soon had a result.

The undead searched for more skeletons and corpses and drove them to the middle of the village.

"I'm Sylvanas, the one who wants to be the queen, and who of you will be loyal to me?"

Sylvanas rode his horse and took two steps forward, then asked the dead people.

"Living?"

"The living want to kill us, so we won't die for you!"

The undead are making a fuss.

"Quiet!"

An abomination stepped forward with its big feet and said viciously to the undead: "The queen is not a living person. ”

It didn't finish its sentence, and Sylvanas quickly let it back down.

"Yes, I'm not alive."

She reached for a dagger and stabbed herself in the wrist, making a huge scar.

"Look, my blood has long since been darkened."

In the night, brown blood flowed from her wrists, and the color was clearly devoid of any vitality - not the blood of a living person.

The undead fell silent.

Kael'thas also widened his eyes.

However, unlike the undead, he noticed Sylvanas's wrist.

How many times did it take self-harm to create a wrist with scars?

His heart began to tremble

"I am not a living person, and I will not harm you."

Sylvanas' words didn't stop.

She let the blood flow from her wrists, looked at the villagers and said, "I know that you have managed to free yourself from the curse and return to your hometown, but this situation is dangerous. If we all confine ourselves to a small place and do not unite, we will all face a second fate. ”

"Those humans who were once compatriots now hate all the undead, and they will not heed our justifications, but will only eradicate us completely."

She was right.

When the undead were freed from Naozu's control, they were shocked by the terrible mistakes they had made in the past, only to discover that they had become enemies of all humanity.

Whether it is a former relative, a friend, or a child, as long as it is a living person, they hate the undead and try to kill them a second time.

"But what can you do?"

When encountering various things, these undead who were just ordinary humans in their lives will no longer trust others so easily.

What they want more is a guarantee, a strong leader.

"I can give you another kingdom."

This time, Sylvanas did not hesitate to speak: "I will unite you and re-establish a kingdom that belongs only to ours. ”

"This land belonged to you in life, and it will belong to you after death."

She has different goals than the two Dreadlords, the demons control the undead just for power, and Sylvanas can give them a reason to live.

"You can follow me and see with your own eyes my promise."

She told the undead behind her to get out of the way: "The choice is yours, and those who want to leave can also leave." ”

“”

The undead looked at each other.

But in the end, they both understand that nothing will change if they leave.

There is a limit to the power of one person, but a group of people may really be able to do something.

"We are willing to follow you."

They chose to surrender.

The whole process was short and natural, and no one was suspicious, except Kael'thas.

He doesn't see the same way as the undead, and he knows Sylvanas' power.

Although she can't directly control the undead, she was able to communicate and sense the hearts of other undead when she was a banshee, and now this ability has not been weakened.

Sylvanas's words and deeds will unconsciously affect the undead, making them recognize her from the bottom of their hearts.

However, this speed is still too slow.

Kael'thas watched as Sylvanas continued with his team, the skeletal troops looking eerie in the moonlight, but actually vulnerable.

Too weak, too weak.

Powerful undead, a labyrinthine and eerie Undercity, these add up to the power of Sylvanas.

Only a stronger force can protect this woman and protect Quel'Thalas.

"It seems that apart from Draenor, there is no way to relax here."

Kael'thas reached out with some heaviness and expelled the image in front of him.

He had to make another choice: create a second doppelganger, both in this world and in Draenor.

The hardest person may be the one who has nothing to do with the future!!

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