…… The land has fallen, the pillars have fallen, and the people have been turned upside down......

The once glorious and powerful kingdom of Lordaeron had already collapsed with the two swords that the prince had broken through his father's chest and his disciple had pierced his mentor's heart.

Under the bloody butcher's knife, the once magnificent and majestic King Lordaeron has long since become a ruin.

But beneath the ruins, a new city is a vibrant city......

The Undercity.

Former General of the Quel'Salas Ranger, Dark Ranger, and Banshee King of the Forsaken, Sylvanas* Windrunner walks from the Royal District with the same brisk stride as he did before his death.

Her leather boots walked silently on the stone-made floors of the Undercity, yet everyone turned their heads to look at their queen, the one and only one who was always right.

Once upon a time, she had long blond hair and blue eyes, and her complexion was as beautiful as a peach.

At that time, she was still alive.

But now, her hair was as black as the night and slightly silver, always under a blue-black cloak; The peach-like skin turned a dull blue-gray, and the eyes that were once as bright as the morning stars were now blood-red, like dancing flames......

Sylvanas wore the same finely crafted leather armor she had worn before, revealing her slender and muscular frame. Her ears twitched slightly, listening to the whispers around her.

Sylvanas rarely stepped out of her room, and as the ruler of the city, and as the leader of the Forsaken, she was usually in the royal quarter, waiting for others to come and see her.

Behind her, four well-trained royal terror guards. They are also preoccupied with guarding the queen to whom they are loyal. It's as if the impregnable Undercity would suddenly fall to hostile forces......

Glancing at the four silent eighth-order royal terror guards, Great Pharmacist Lin Duen quickly greeted Her Majesty the Queen and bowed. Then, in the next second, the chief pharmacist of the Royal Apothecary Society's stiff face was trying to squeeze out a humble and courteous smile:

"Her Majesty the Queen has deigned to come, and the Royal Apothecary Society is grateful." Obviously, the successful breakthrough in the research made the chief pharmacist Lin Duen inexplicably excited, and he was immersed in the joy of success, and he didn't care about the slightly unhappy face of Her Majesty the Queen at all. "You've said before that you'll be notified when a trial is successful; And you want to see ours for yourself—"

"Of course I remember my words very well, doctor."

A wave interrupted Lin Duen's chatter. Her Majesty the Queen glared coldly at the somewhat forgetful chief pharmacist, and shouted:

"I have limited time, Lindun. Just let me see your results! ”

Follow a curved passage towards the depths of the Alchemy Room of the Undercity. The infamous Royal Society of Pharmacists sits at the end of this passage.

"Of course, of course. We're here. ”

There was some kind of energy crackling in the room. On a large square table, a somewhat hunched forgotten apothecary was humming an unknown tune in a low voice, and his hands were busy sewing together large chunks of different corpses—the suture-abomination platform, but the missing cheek raiser made the song sound a little leaky......

"It's great to see someone love his job so much."

Seeing this scene, Sylvanas, who had been keeping a straight face, finally smiled.

The enthusiasm of the Forsaken pharmacist humming a minor tune in front of her undoubtedly made Her Majesty see another side of her people...... Beneficial side.

The Forsaken, because of their undead bodies and the miserable circumstances before they were "reborn", are seldom associated with adjectives like "high morale" and "passionate endeavor". Even if the Forsaken are not loveless walking corpses, what is shown in these maverick deceased is more extreme gloom and cruel......

The same is true of the former queen Xià.

The power of hatred is enough to turn a coward into a hero. But pure hatred can never carry a journey of life.

Fortunately, some things have changed......

The sisters' reunion four years ago, under the stubborn insistence of Old Tang, finally shattered the indifferent barrier erected by Her Majesty the Queen Xià in her heart as Old Tang expected. In the previous life, there was nothing but revenge, and the cold and gloomy Queen finally dissipated in the memory of Old Tang, and became a little more popular......

The most important ...... Her Majesty, who has changed, no longer sees the Forsaken as a tool for revenge on Arthas and the Scourge, but as her own people and subordinates...... Just like Queldore. It's like the Silver Moon Ranger under his command.

Now able to see his people find as much pursuit and pleasure as he does in hatred, Sylvanas* Windrunner is finally starting to feel that he is worthy of the Dark Queen......

"Her Majesty the Queen!" Sylvanas' rare smile surprised the Forsaken Apothecary, who then bowed his head deeply and bowed, "Vincent Shadow salutes you!" ”

With a slight bow, Her Majesty smiled in response to Vincent, the apothecary who had put her in a good mood, and then returned her attention to the issue that was more of her concern—the plague!

The other alchemists in the huge room were busy mixing potions, weighing ingredients, filling out records, and the sudden visit of Her Majesty did not cause much commotion here. But. That's exactly what she wants.

It has to be said that the real yàn room of the Royal Apothecary Society is simply a house of fear for a weak-willed person.

The room, the size of a football field, was filled with all kinds of strange and strange equipment. The common alchemy containers such as reagents, flasks, and couch pots on the table are not unexpected, but the murder weapons such as chainsaws, guillotines, and sharp axes hanging on the walls make it easy to suspect that you have entered the slaughterhouse and not the alchemy room......

In the corner to the east of the room, piles of corpses and materials of all kinds were stacked into several mountains of meat. The air was filled with rancid odors and the smell of chemicals. It's also not quite harmoniously scented with the fresh, sweet scent of some herb.

The fragrance of the herb made her strangely ...... Homesickness.

However, this tenderness did not last long, and the hope of revenge brought by the plague had overwhelmed all the thoughts of Her Majesty at this moment.

"Let me see!"

Turning around, Her Majesty looked at the chief pharmacist behind her, and asked eagerly and unquestionably.

Lin Duen bowed and led Sylvanas through the main area, past the corpse pieces hanging from the iron hook, and into a secret side room in the innermost part of the alchemy room.

A faint sobbing sound came to his ears, and Sylvanas walked into the room to see several cages containing samples of the real yàn placed on the floor. Or hanging on a chain and shaking.

Some of them are humans, others are other intelligent races such as dwarves, trolls, gnolls, and even abominations and ghouls under the Forsaken. But without exception. All the captives or all the captives were glazed over, and they became insensitized in a deep and long period of fear......

This won't last long.

"You can imagine, my queen."

Lin Duen's expression was full of frenzy and excitement. Once again, he gushed and reported: "It is quite difficult to transport natural disasters as real samples. Of course, from an experimental point of view, the ghouls and abominations that we accuse are the same as natural disasters. I'm also glad to report that our field trials are a good testament to the success of the experiments! ”

Sylvanas was slightly agitated, and she smiled at the apothecary with a rare beauty.

"It makes me happy." She said. The Doctor of the Dead trembled with joy and gestured to his assistant. The Forsaken had suffered some damage to his brain when he had died before, and he had been muttering something to himself as he prepared the two real yàn samples.

One specimen was a female human who appeared to be in her thirties, apparently not yet lost in fear and despair. When Dr. Lindhorn's assistant forcibly pulled her out of the cage, the human woman began to sob. On the other side, the zombie that the male was released crouched on the ground in complete silence. The saliva at the corners of his mouth is long......

Sylvanas stared at him.

"Undead who haven't awakened?"

"Of course, my queen."

Lin Duen's firm and crisp answer made Her Majesty the Queen wonder if this sentence was true, but in the end, it didn't matter.

Either way, he is in the service of the forsaken.

The human woman fell to her knees. The Doctor's assistant bent down and grabbed her by the hair, and when she opened her mouth to exhale pain, he jerked a glass of something into her mouth, then slammed her mouth shut, forcing her to swallow. And on the side, the manipulated zombie took the cup from Lin Duen's hand without resistance and drank it all.

Sylvanas watched the girl's struggle with cold eyes, and there was not the slightest pity in her eyes.

Even if Her Majesty the Queen is no longer cold and ruthless. But her tolerance and kindness still bloom only for the forsaken who stand with her and are determined to take revenge.

The effect of the medicine comes quickly.

In an instant, the human woman stopped struggling. Her body tensed, and then she began to bleed. The skin, which had been slightly dry due to a long period of lack of nutrients and no daylight, quickly collapsed and fell off at a speed visible to the naked eye......

The assistant let go of his hand and watched the cruel scene in front of him feverishly, and the quill pen in his hand was still recording a series of counts that were difficult for outsiders to understand. Sylvanas, on the other hand, turned his gaze to the brainless walking corpse, who was still staring blankly at her, ready to stir at the corpse of the human woman.

Such a scene made the Dark Queen slowly frown.

"Maybe it's not as effective as you say......"

Her tone became cold and annoyed, and Her Majesty the Queen turned her head and stared at the chief pharmacist Lin Duen, who had no nervousness on his face.

But at this moment, the brainless walking corpse who drank the plague potion suddenly trembled violently, and he struggled to gain a foothold, but his rapidly failing body was no longer able to support it, so he stumbled and fell to the ground in the next second.

Everyone stepped back, Sylvanas watched intently, and the excitement that surged in her chest made Her Majesty open her sexy lips slightly.

"Same breed?"

Her Majesty asked the Queen eagerly towards Lin Duen. At the same time, the female human whimpered, her eyes wide open, and she didn't move. The pharmacist nodded happily.

"Of course," Lin Duen looked proud and proud, "you can imagine, we-"

The undead twitched, his skin cracking here and there, black pus oozing, and then he stopped moving......

"-- very happy with the result."

"Indeed!"

Sylvanas clenched her fists fiercely, still unable to hide her joy. The word "satisfied" would pale in the face of the effects of this plague potion.

[Eventually, Arthas, you will pay for what you do!] Humans give birth to bastards like you, and they will be slaughtered. Your natural disasters will come to an abrupt end! Don't want to hide behind those brainless army of undead puppets again! You have shown us what you call "kindness" and "mercy", and we ...... Will reciprocate! 】

Although Her Majesty did her best to make the usual indifferent expression, the thousand thoughts that rose in her mind could no longer be restrained, and this one thought was the most striking, burning as wildly and brightly as the vine man she lit every Halloween!

Turning around, Sylvanas, who was more slender and straight, almost leaned down and put his face on Lin Duen's forehead, and said word by word in an unprecedented solemn tone:

"A plague capable of killing both humans and natural disasters. And, obviously, it works for my people as well, because they are also undead. ”

Her Majesty's blood-red eyes, shining with a sparkling gaze, stared into the chief apothecary's surprised eyes: "We must be careful to make sure that it never falls into the hands of the enemy!" ”

"Otherwise...... The consequences will be catastrophic! ”

With Her Majesty's words, the atmosphere in the secret room was a little stagnant for a while. And just as Dr. Lin Duen was thinking about how to organize his words to make assurances, there was a soft knock on the door of the secret room.

With the approval of Her Majesty the Queen, the two royal horror guards silently stepped forward and opened the door. In the next second, Christo Oblivion, the leader of the Undead Sentinel Force, walked up to Her Majesty the Queen with his feet quickly, and presented a piece of parchment letterhead to Her Majesty, who was surprised by the intelligence chief's personal appearance.

"Her Majesty, urgent military intelligence from Kalimdor!"

The splitter took the letterhead, and as the parchment unfolded, Her Majesty's originally slightly frowned brow gradually stretched and even undisguised slightly:

"When did the agent get the news? Does the Grand Overseer of Ghoud in Shuharu know? ”

"The information was sent back overnight through the portal between the Legion Fortress and Silvermoon City. It was the Elder Overseer of Goodall who informed our spies......"

Christo's answer sent an imperceptible smile to Sylvanas' lips. The power of the hand shattered the letterhead, and Her Majesty the Queen asked a question that seemed to be unrelated:

"Christo, who is the commander stationed in Tarummir now?" (To be continued.) If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendation and monthly passes, and your support is my biggest motivation. )V