The flames of battle in Silvermoon City were still burning, and black smoke filled the sky of Quel'Thalas. The white-haired Death Knight lifted the Frost Sorrow in his hand and stepped through the ruined gates of Silvermoon City. With his chest puffed out, he seemed to be declaring to all the inhabitants of Azeroth: Unstoppable Scourge Legion!

Fuhang watched as Arthas walked past him and disappeared into the wilderness of Silvermoon City. It's been a while since Fuhang traveled to Azeroth, and in his previous life, he was a veteran Warcraft player, but he died on his own. On a stormy, lightning and thunderous night, I brushed the front copy of Icecrown Fortress, just to feel the feminine charm of Queen Sylvanas's evil mixed with a little helplessness.

The result is clear, and he is now a transparent ghost, roaming the world of Azeroth. Fu Hang was very familiar with Azeroth during his lifetime, and after he crossed over, he learned that he had come to the time period when Arceth attacked Silvermoon City, which was the time period in which Sylvanas Windranger was killed.

When the Battle of Silvermoon City began, Fuhang lingered here. As a ghost, he was unable to pick up a weapon to help his longing goddess fight against the Scourge Legion. He could only let an endless army of abominations and ghouls pass through his body and enter Silvermoon City in a steady stream.

The battle lasted from dawn to shattering, and the High Elves' aura waned until Arceth stepped out of the gates of Silvermoon.

Fu Hang couldn't hold back any longer, and his illusory figure passed through countless armies of the undead, and broke into the palace of Silvermoon City alone. However, it was already too late.

In the middle of the palace, a well-built windranger was lying on the ground. The beautiful face is gradually replaced by pain. A gray-black aura rose from beneath the Windranger, and gradually, the white, warm skin was infected into gray-black. Windranger's eyelids drooped, and she looked at her trembling hands, two lines of tears streaming silently down her face.

This Windranger is Sylvanas. Now, the grief seemed to be a thing of the past, and Sylvanas stood up with a blank face, red eyes replacing the sound she wanted to make, blood-colored eyes, faintly singing endless sorrows.

Is it late? Fuhang was a little heartbroken. He stood still, looking at Sylvanas in endless grief and misery, but he didn't make a sound. He suddenly realized that this real Sylvanas was far less vicious and evil, on the contrary, Sylvanas was still strong after suffering more pain than death.

After Sylvanas transformed into the Banshee King, Fuhang was surprised to find that his body gradually became textured. He was gradually becoming a person, and at the same time, a familiar interface began to appear in his mind.

The player interface of World of Warcraft is being presented little by little in Fuhang's mind at this moment. Gradually, its contents were listed, including the Slag Demoman's Hood, the Hearthmaster's Shoulder Guards, the Black Iron Miniature Cauldron, and so on. Although all of these pieces of equipment are red, they are shown as not having enough level and cannot be equipped. But a piece of equipment in the lower right corner of the backpack completely caught the eye of Fuhang—the Ash Bringer. Sustainable! For the first time, Fu Hang felt the warmth of the time travel, and this world after the time travel gave him a legendary weapon that all players in his previous life dreamed of.

Without waiting for Fuhang to see the attributes of the Ember Bringer, Sylvanas took a stride towards the bow and arrow that had been soaked in the Scourge and blessed by Elune.

Fuhang knew exactly what would happen to Sylvanas when he picked up the cursed bow and arrow, and he sprinted over and grabbed Sylvanas' hand. Prevented Sylvanas from transforming into the true Banshee King.

Icy, biting cold. Fuhang felt the cold of Northrend from Sylvanas's hand. Sylvanas was attracted by the sudden appearance of the human, and she looked up at Fuhang's face, a glimmer of hope in her red eyes.

However, it can also be an illusion of happiness. Fuhang felt nothing but fear and death in Sylvanas' eyes.

"Humans? How did you end up here," Sylvanas' cold voice carried a hint of confusion.

"Follow me" Fuhang didn't answer Sylvanas' question, but instead took Sylvanas by the hand and ran out of the streets of Silvermoon City.

"Stupid behavior, you don't think it's ridiculous. Don't you know that Arthas has cursed me, otherwise, they will all evacuate and leave me here? Now that I've become a Scourge Legion, I'm going to serve them for the rest of my life. Sylvanas shook off Fu Hang's hand and said.

"No, maybe in another world you will become a Scourge Legion, but with me here in this world, I will not let you become a Scourge Legion." Fu Hang said firmly.

"Just with you, a first-level magic apprentice?" Sylvanas said coldly.

Fu Hang didn't explain anything, he opened the interface in his mind and equipped himself with the equipment, and the only equipment he could equip - the Ember Bringer!

Absolute holy light emanated from this legendary artifact. For Fuhang, this continuous gushing of holy light is like the moisture of spring breeze and rain. For Sylvanas, the Light was a pain in the heart.

The dark bangs could not hide Sylvanas's pained eyes, and she used her slender hands to cover the holy light, and sat limply on the grass of Quel'Salas.

"Are you alright?" Fuhang put away the ashes, and the messenger asked Sylvanas.

"Who the hell are you?" Sylvanas became more and more interested in Fuhang.

"To be exact, I'm your suitor......" Fu Hang said earnestly.

"Ridiculous! You go, human, you have no right to interfere in my affairs. Sylvanas turned his back and walked in the direction of the Scourge Legion.

"I can help you get revenge and kill Arceth!" Fuhang said categorically.

In Fuhang's previous life, killing Arceth was a weekly task for many players, after all, it was the lure of invincible rare mounts.

"Why should I believe the words of you, a first-level magic apprentice?" Sylvanas still spoke in a cold tone.

"If you are completely blinded by hatred, then this is your only fate." Fuhang didn't want to admit it, but he said it anyway.

"Okay, human, I believe in you, I'll go with you." Sylvanas stared at Fuhang, her face resolute and resolute.

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