This is good news.

Knowing that Sylvanas had not betrayed him, Arthas breathed a long sigh of relief.

The former High Elf Ranger General, now the Dark Ranger, has become his right-hand man along with the Lich Kel'thugad.

Especially now......

When he fell into a state of intense weakness, both his own strength and the undead strength that he could control had been reduced to the lowest point.

With less than a thousand undead warriors, this is already the limit of the strength that the Death Knight can control now, which is simply "a hair of the nine Shuharu" in terms of the total number of undead entrenched in the ruins of Lordaeron.

In addition to the undead troops under his command, the other undead creatures who have lost their control, whether they are those who have been seized by the three Dreaddemon Kings or those who have regained their free will, probably don't mind tearing themselves to shreds as a good meal.

A Death Knight, Lordaeron Monarch of the Undead, and once led an army of millions of the dead, if he ends up dying at the hands of a ghoul's fanged claws...... That's definitely a great irony.

In between the difficult battles, Arthas's mind flashed through the aforementioned thoughts of bitter laughter and despair.

And now...... Every force that is still loyal to itself is important. The Banshee King and her Banshee Army are able to stand firmly on their side at this time, which is really commendable!

Perhaps, when this rebellion is over, the regained self should be a little nicer to the former little banshee?

Almost mechanically wielding frost sorrow. The Death Knight's mind flashed through the thought above.

……

The Abominations began to attack each other until they were all chopped into pieces. Arthas couldn't help but think that even the people who made them didn't know if they would be able to stitch the wreckage back together.

Moments later, with the help of the banshees and the abominations, ghouls, and gargoyles they occupy, the tide of battle at the gates was quickly reversed. When all the "rebels" collapsed, the banshees that occupied their bodies flew out one by one.

And Arthas stood in the middle of a pile of dead corpses, suddenly feeling a pang of exhaustion.

"I thank you, ladies. I'm glad that you and your mistress are still on my side. ”

The banshees float in the air. In a voice that was almost gentle and lingering, he replied, "Yes, Your Majesty." General Sylvanas sent us to you. We will escort you across the river and take temporary shelter in the wilderness. ”

Field!

Kel'thugad said the same thing!

Alsace was finally reassured. It seems that his right-hand man has agreed on the current situation and on his own security.

The thought finally eased the Death Knight's mind, but in the next second, his intense exhaustion and pain swept through Arthas's entire body, almost making him unable to move. It is even difficult to stand up straight.

The weakening of power continues, perhaps continues to delay, ...... Will be a lowly mortal again!

Suddenly, a thought crossed Arthas's mind that made the Death Knight terrified and angry......

No!

This must not be the case!

For the sake of the so-called power, I have almost paid a qiē of my own!

Father, people, country, comrades-in-arms, mentors...... And Gianna......

After Alsace reluctantly suppressed the negative feelings in his chest, he raised a hand with difficulty, slowly concentrated, and whispered weakly: "Invincible, come to me!" ”

A moment later, a small cloud of mist appeared, swirling and condensing into the shape of a skeleton warhorse.

In the blink of an eye. Invincible has literally appeared beside him. Arthas was pleased to note that the action was almost effortless; Invincible loves him!

The resurrection of this former partner was definitely the right decision he made! This necromancer will never be his enemy, just as loyal as it was when it was alive. The Death Knight carefully stepped onto the back of the skeleton steed, trying to hide his weakness from the banshees and other undead.

"Lead the way to your mistress and Kel'thugad, and I will follow you." With all his might, he carried Frost's Sorrow behind him. Arthas deliberately disguised his weakness at this time, and pretended to command majestically.

The banshees happily complied, floating away from the palace and deep into the Tirisfar. As they made their way in the direction of Barnier's farm, Arthas suddenly felt a pang of unease. Luckily, the banshees changed direction and crossed a rugged mountain road to an open field.

"It's time to get there. Sisters. We will rest here. ”

Arthas tugged at the reins of invincibility and looked around cautiously. Sylvanas did not appear, and Kel'thugad did not come. The Death Knight suddenly felt a wave of anxiety and tension in his heart.

"Why here?" Arthas didn't know what to say, "Where is your mistress?" Let Sylvanas come out and see me quickly! ”

The irrepressible pain struck again, and Arthas almost clutched his chest and screamed in pain.

Invincible leaped worriedly beneath him, and Arthas desperately held on to get through. The dark green woodland vanished from his eyes, replaced by a blue and white patch of the ruined frozen throne. The Lich King's voice slammed into his head, and Arthas held back to scream.

"You've been deceived! Come to me right now! Listen! ”

"It's ...... What's going on? Arthas gritted his teeth and came back. He blinked hard to make the scene clear, then grunted and looked up.

A amorous figure walked out from behind the tree with the Windranger Bow in his hand.

In an instant, Arthas thought he was back in Quel'Thalas, confronted by the living elf. Her hair, however, was no longer blonde, but as black as midnight and with white streaks. Her skin was pale with a hint of blue. Silver sparkle in his eyes.

This is Sylvanas, Dark Ranger, Sylvanas!

The Death Knight was still trying to figure out what the pain was all about, and Sylvanas raised her jet-black bow and took aim, a smile on her lips.

"You're throwing yourself into the net, Arthas."

Between words. The Banshee King has been shot with an arrow!

A lightning bolt struck him in the left shoulder, piercing through the armor and plunging deep into Arthas's body. It added new wounds to his pain. For a moment he was a little puzzled - Sylvanas was a master archer, and she couldn't have missed this distance!

Why did he shoot in the shoulder?

Arthas instinctively raised his right hand, but found that he could not bend his fingers to hold the shaft.

His body gradually became numb—like his feet, his legs...... The Death Knight quickly fell to the Invincible's neck. His limbs gradually lost sensation, and he had to do his best to stabilize his horse.

Turning his head to look at her with difficulty, Arthas's chest was filled with irrepressible anger, and he shouted in a rough voice:

"Traitor! What have you done to me? ”

Her Majesty smiled happily, barely hiding the comfort and triumph of her revenge. Walking slowly towards the Death Knight, Her Majesty was dressed exactly the same as when he killed her, covering most of her white skin. Strangely, she was scarred by the battle that day, but now she can't see a single scar.

"This is a poisoned arrow I made for you."

Sylvanas said as she walked towards him. Hanging the bow behind her back, Her Majesty the Queen pulled out a blue dagger from her waist and stroked it gently with her fingers. "The paralysis you're feeling right now. It is nothing compared to the pain you have brought me. ”

Arthas swallowed, feeling his mouth dry and sandy. "Kill me, bitch!"

The death knight's curse caused Her Majesty to raise her head and laugh, the voice hollow and terrifying. "A quick death...... Like you did to me? ”

Sylvanas' laughter came and went as fast as it came, and the light in her eyes turned blood-red. She continued to close. Until it's just an arm's throw away. Invincible jumped uneasily, and Arthas's heart sank, and he almost slipped off his horse.

"Oh no, Arthas Minethiel, you've taught me a good lesson."

Her Majesty's gaze flashed with irrepressible viciousness and hatred, and Arthas seemed to feel the majesty of the rage enough to burn himself to ashes:

"You made me understand how stupid it is to be merciful to the enemy. And what a joy it is to torture the enemy. Therefore, my teacher, I will show you how well I have learned. You will experience the pain I have endured. Thanks to my poisoned arrows, you can't escape if you want to. ”

Arthas looked as if all he had left was his eyes to move, and he watched helplessly as she raised her dagger. "Greetings to hell for me, you son of a bitch."

No, it's not -- it shouldn't be so paralyzing...... Jaina......

Images of chaos flashed through Arthas's mind, and Sylvanas in front of him staggered back, his pale arms twisted, his clenched dagger loosened, and he fell to the ground.

The expression on Her Majesty's face was completely shocked. Patches of pale bone claws attached to the body of the Banshee King, tightly winding and grabbing her body, making it difficult for Her Majesty to move, and she couldn't break free for a while.

"Get out of the way, you idiots! You'll be fine today, my majesty! ”

Arthas never thought that that hoarse and ugly voice would have such a lovely time!

It's Kel'thugad!

The lich he finally came, as he had promised.

The renegade banshees tricked him here, and Kel'thugad found him all the way.

Not only that, but he also brought with him a powerful group of undead soldiers, and now they were rushing towards Sylvanas and her banshees. Rather than relying on Frostmourn as a medium to command the undead soldiers, Kel'thugad's own strength after becoming a lich is the real reliance of the lich.

This is undoubtedly the more essential power, the power that truly belongs to oneself.

A flash of realization of strength flashed in his heart, and hope was rekindled in Arthas's heart, but he was still paralyzed and unable to move a bit, and could only watch the fierce battle around him.

Fortunately, it didn't take long for Sylvanas, who did not have an advantage in strength and strength, to retreat.

Her Majesty threw a deep look at Arthas. His eyes flashed red again, and his voice was gloomy, and he shouted with hatred and anger: "It's not over, Arthas! I will never let you go! Always watch your back! ”

Arthas watched in amazement as she vanished into the shadows, leaving only her red eyes fleeting. The remaining banshees also vanished with their mistress Sylvanas. Kel'thugad hurried towards Alsace.

"Did she hurt you, my king?"

Arthas could only look at him, not even move his lips. Kel'thugad's bony hand grasped the shaft of the arrow with surprising softness, then pulled it out with force. Arthas screamed in pain. Bright red blood mixed with a foamy black substance flowed out, and Kel'thugad scrutinized it.

"The effect of the poisoned arrow will gradually diminish over time, and it looks like the poison is just trying to immobilize you."

Of course. Alsace thought; Otherwise, she wouldn't have used a dagger. He suddenly felt a sense of relief, and he became more and more tired. He was only a stone's throw away from death, if it weren't for the Lich's loyalty. The elves have already succeeded. He tried to speak, and this time he succeeded.

"I—you saved me."

Kel'thugad's slightly horned head. "I'm grateful to be there for you, my king. But you have to get out of here and go to Northrend. I've prepared all the qiē you need for your trip. What else do you want me to do? ”

Kel'thugad was right. Even now, Arthas began to feel a little more alive in his limbs, even though he couldn't move his body yet.

"I'll have to do everything I can to find the Lich King. Time is far greater than ...... I don't know what the future holds, or even if I'll ever be able to come back, but I want you to oversee this land for me. I left it to you, take care of it. ”

He trusted the lich, not out of affection or loyalty. It's just because of the cold reality. Kel'thugad is a spirit, bound by the master they serve together. Arthas glanced at the expressionless, rotting corpses. If he ordered them to jump off the cliff, they would gladly obey.

They're just dead ** and broken souls. Not subjects. They never were.

"You have given me great honor, my king. I will do as you tell you, King of Arthas. I will. ”

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Under the pursuit of the troops under the command of Kel'thugad, the wolf bèi pulled out the distance. Her Majesty the Queen and her banshees finally shook off their pursuers in the depths of the Tirisfara glade.

Gaze back in the direction of Arthas. Sylvanas walked with the same ease and wore the same armor as she had ever been, but it wasn't the same. She has changed forever and irrevocably.

"You look annoyed, General."

Sylvanas awoke from her fantasy and turned her head away. The banshees floated beside her. She could have been like them, but Sylvanas preferred the body of her own, the feeling of poise and reliability.

"Don't you be troubled, my sisters?" She replied briefly, "A few days ago we were slaves to the Lich King, and the only point of existence was to kill in his name. And now we're ...... Free. ”

"I don't understand, Mistress." The banshee's voice was hollow and confused. "Our will is now our own. Isn't that what you're fighting for? I thought you'd be ecstatic. ”

Sylvanas laughed almost hysterically, and she realized it.

"What else is there for Coke under this curse? We are still undead, sisters - still monsters. Her Majesty stretched out a hand, looked at the blue-gray **, and noticed that the cold air was condensed around her, like a second layer of skin. If we were no longer slaves to this torture, what else would it be? ”

Alsace did a lot of evil.

Even if she could make him die slowly, and let the process last for a few days...... Or even a few weeks...... Such suffering is never enough for Arthas to get enough retribution. His death could not raise the dead, purify the Well of the Sun, or bring her back to life as the fairy woman with blond hair and delicate skin. But that feeling will ...... Awesome.

But in the head-to-head confrontation just now, he escaped.

His loyal servant, the Lich, couldn't have come at a better time. Arthas was far beyond her grasp, able to rest and heal. She also knew that he had left Kel'thugad in charge of the Plaguelands. But it doesn't matter, she's dead, and there's time to orchestrate her revenge.

She caught a glimpse of movement out of the corner of her eye, and she stood up gracefully, drawing her bow cleanly. The portal swirled open, and Varimatas stood proudly, sneering and looking down at her.

"Hello, Lady Sylvanas." The demon bowed to her, and Sylvanas raised an eyebrow, she would never have thought that the demon would do that. "My brothers and I are grateful for the role you played in the operation to overthrow Alsace."

The role she plays?

It was as if he was acting, and Her Majesty the Queen thought with annoyance.

"Overthrow? That's it. He fled in a hurry, nothing more. ”

The mighty demon shrugged, his wings spreading slightly with the movement. "Anyway, he won't bother us anymore. I have come here to formally invite you to join our new order. ”

A "new order". There's nothing new at all, she thought to herself, but it's just a different master. She had no interest in it.

"Varimathas," she said coldly, not bowing to him in return. "I'm only interested in seeing Alsace die. Since I failed the first time, I just want to give it my all to finish the next time. I don't have time to participate in your despicable political tricks and power deals. ”

The demon suppressed his temper and did not lose his temper. "Be careful, my lady. It's not a wise thing to provoke us. We are the ...... The future of the Plaguelands. You'll either join our rule or you'll have to be left behind. ”

"You? Future? Kel'thugad didn't leave with his beloved Arthas. He was ordered to stay here. But perhaps for a powerful guy like you, a lich resurrected with the essence of the Great Well of the Sun isn't a big deal. There was contempt in her voice, and the Dreadlord frowned.

"I've lived long enough as a slave, Dreadlord."

It's funny, how can a dead person use the word "live", Her Majesty the Queen laughed self-deprecatingly in her heart, it seems that the old habits are always difficult to change:

"I fought desperately to make myself more than just a plaything made by that bastard. Now that I have a will of my own, my path is up to me. The Legion has been defeated, and you are nothing more than a pitiful and hopeless survivor, a dying race. ”

"I'm not going to cocoon myself and give my freedom to fools like you!"

Her Majesty the Queen untied her longbow and stared at the Dreaddemon King in front of her with a grim face.

"That's it." Varimathas snorted furiously. "We'll get back to you soon."

With a twisted look of anger on his face, he teleported away.

Her needle-sharp words worked, and he trembled with rage. She calmly noticed this. He is irritable and irritable; They sent him to her, believing that she was nothing to fear.

But to fight against Arthas, a few banshees alone can't do it. Otherwise, the result will be like this ambush today......

She needs an army, a city of the dead......

She needs Lordaeron! (To be continued......).

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