Everything has become strange, what happened?

After dawn, Sylvanas and four rangers carefully identified the road in the rugged mountain road. She learned that Stratholme is now called the Eastern Plaguelands. The place they were going to was once owned by the Farstrider rangers.

She knew this stronghold better than any elf, but the changes in the environment almost made her unrecognizable.

The mountain range in my memory came into view. Looking around, it was just an ordinary protruding ridge on a rugged hillside. However, there was a path that only travelers knew. A familiar yet unfamiliar feeling suddenly arose in my heart. Hope

Alvanas walked in first and started to accelerate, leaving the four rangers behind.

The bushes on both sides retreated quickly. The female elf was very conflicted. She didn't know how to treat the elves in this world. Thinking of this, her speed became even faster.

After passing the trail, you will enter an unsheltered canyon. If the rangers here are still well-trained, they should have discovered her long ago.

The fact was as she expected.

After walking on the winding path for a while, two figures hidden behind the rocks suddenly appeared, using their long swords to build a sword gate to block the way forward.

"Who stepped into Quel'Linth?"

Sylvanas did not answer. She found that the ranger who blocked the road was living a bad life. His light armor was dirty and had been patched many times. His spirit was not very healthy, as if he had been seriously ill.

"Wait a minute, she's not an enemy, she's the ranger who saved us."

"It's you, you have been saved! Lady Aurora and Captain Hawksbill will be very happy to know this."

The four rangers behind him caught up and quickly helped to defend themselves.

"Well...wait here for a while, I'll go find the leaders." He said and ran away.

Another guard snapped his fingers, and seven or eight rangers jumped out of the nearby ravine, looking at Sylvanas warily. Most of them were attracted by the elven bow behind her and whispered. The emblem on it was too conspicuous.

Yes, it's the emblem of the Windrunner.

The four rangers who followed along saw it early in the morning, but never had the chance to ask questions because the female elf walked too fast.

Both Hawksbill and Aurora were recognized by Sylvanas. One was the ranger lord among her subordinates, whose full name was Rense Hawksbill; the other was a high-ranking priest who accompanied the army, named

Aurora Skycaller.

"Are you sure you're a Windrunner?"

"Are you sure she has the Windrunner emblem on her bow?"

On the way here, the Ranger Lord thought about the conversation with his unreliable subordinates. What Windrunner meant to the elves, he knew very well how proud he was once and how painful he was now.

The high-ranking priests and ranger lords were in the same mood, hoping that it would really be a Windrunner, rather than someone who came to deliver a missing messenger.

The two ranger leaders met on the path, nodded to each other, and walked towards the entrance.

When they saw the elf, a heavy hammer hit their chests. They all slowed down and held their breath. The color of the skin, the body shape, and the armor, although the spell was engraved

The patterns were different, but they knew it was the Windrunner's armor.

"Which Lady Windrunner is it?" The ranger lord said with difficulty in his dry voice. He found that he was afraid, because with the color of his hair, he could almost be sure which Windrunner it was.

"Is it Ms. Alleria or Ms. Vereesa?" Pastor Aurora also spoke almost tremblingly. She was deceiving herself.

Sylvanas listened to the voices of her subordinates and looked at their expressions, as if her existence was torturing them.

"You are soldiers of Quel'Thalas. You are afraid of being like this." The female elf sighed inwardly.

"Unfortunately, I am not Alleria and Vereesa, I am Sylvanas." As the clear voice fell, the hood was lifted back, and the female elf let the sun shine on her face.

You can also have a beautiful face among elves, and it is a familiar face to some rangers.

"Eh!!"

"ah!!"

"ah!!"

"Don't be impulsive, stay calm, don't move anyone." The Ranger Lord gritted his teeth to stop the commotion.

"You? How could it be...you? Aren't you already...dead..."

Sylvanas' heart tightened when she heard Priest Aurora's words: 'Am I dead in this world? Why? What happened? Even you two seem to be seriously ill, so weak.

, so scared.'

"I'm not dead, I am Sylvanas. You don't have to doubt it." The female elf sighed again: "You must have suffered a lot."

"Not dead?"

"Eh!!"

"Eh!!"

"Eh!!"

After the surprise, the only sounds of the rangers' own breathing could be heard.

"Her eyes are blue!"

In this silence, I don't know who has grasped the key.

Then, Sylvanas saw Aurora tremblingly stretch out her right hand, and a ball of bright white magic stretched out from her fingertips and landed on Sylvanas' instep.

The power of the holy light is as weak as fluorescent light, but it is enough to explain the problem.

"It's really, really, the living Lady Sylvanas."

"Ah, it's really General Sylvanas."

"Yes, General Ranger is back."

"Is it really you?" The Ranger Lord asked tremblingly at this time.

"How come it's not me? Hawksbill, you once fell from a chocobo and were dragged from Qutalin to the Sunlight Tower. I still remember the way your pants were completely torn."

"Please stop talking, my lord," Ranger Lord Hawksbill said repeatedly, covering the upper half of his face.

"Aurora, I remember you too..."

"Welcome back, General Sylvanas," Aurora said first.

Although there should be many questions, what should I say? People will always believe the facts they expect. All the rangers in the canyon ran over, and Sylvanas was surrounded by them, all wanting to take a look.

Seeing her alive, everyone welcomed her and took her to the ranger cabin.

"I remember my badge should be hanging on it." The female elf stopped in front of the ranger hut, looked at the pillar in front of the door, and walked in first without waiting for an answer.

Once upon a time, the hut was surrounded by living trees and shaded by greenery, but now it is faded and sunken, like rotten wood.

Sylvanas was not in a good mood. Distraught, she gently stroked her big ponytail. This action was noticed by Priest Aurora. Her identity as a female spellcaster made her more meticulous than other elves.

, she was observing Sylvanas along the way, and compared with her memory, her figure and appearance had changed.

The figure is rounder and more feminine, the lines on the face are also very soft, and the temperament feels more like a married woman.

"Is she already married?" Pastor Aurora was startled by her own thoughts, and then saw the ring on the ring finger of her left hand: "Ah, she is really married, but who can marry Silvana?"

Where's Si?' She became even more concerned.

The female elf didn't know that the priest behind her was guessing who her husband was. She walked in the familiar yet unfamiliar hut, walked up the stairwell, and came to her former office, letting the elves except the ranger lord and high-ranking priest

Everyone leaves first.

"I saw it, it was General Sylvanas."

"Look at her skin and eyes, she is a living elf."

"I can feel the general's aura. Yes, that is General Sylvanas."

Among the elves watching downstairs, many voices of discussion reached the second floor.

"Sir, they all welcome you." Ranger Lord Hawksbill also felt the aura of the female elf, and he had almost no doubts.

The female elf closed the window without saying a word, and the voice of discussion became quieter.

"Now tell me, why were you driven out of Quel'Thalas?"

The story from the ranger lord's mouth is one of sadness, anger and hatred.

The stories I heard from senior pastors were miserable, desolate and helpless.

"So many things have happened." The female elf found that the weight of her sighs today was greater than the sum total of her previous life.

Silvermoon City was destroyed, and the royal family and high-ranking nobles, except Kael'thas, all died in the Sunwell. However, the contaminated Sunwell was more terrifying than the destruction of Silvermoon City. The returning Kael'thas tried to destroy the sun.

Well, what followed was an addiction to magic. In order to solve the addiction, he led his still healthy tribesmen on an expedition to the outer lands. Some green crystals were also brought back to Quel'Thalas from there. As long as they drank them

It can relieve the addiction to demons, but it contains demonic energy.

Most of the elves succumbed, but some rangers were still unwilling to absorb the demon's energy like monsters, so they were exiled to Quel'lins by Lor'themar. Lack of food, lack of medicine, lack of weapons, and their companions died one after another.

, with no hope of rescue in sight.

"Sir, you should lead us to defeat Quel'Thalas and drive Lor'themar out of power." Finally, the ranger lord said as if to vent his anger.

"You guys go out first, I want to think about it carefully."

"As you command, my lord"

The two 'subordinates' left, and Sylvanas sat in the previous chair, stroking the hair hanging on her chest over and over again.
Chapter completed!