"Her soul has been dominated by despair and fear. I don't like such a dark soul. It tastes bad."
Sylvanas fell, and Tichondrius made excuses to give up the delicious food that was brought to his lips. He hesitated deliberately, pretending to be impromptu, and suggested:
"The soul of a dark banshee wanders the world, wailing miserably, and telling everyone about the tragedy of the high elves being killed by the Scourge. Is there any better evidence than this?"
Thrall nodded with satisfaction. He liked the Dread Lord's plan very much, so he did not stop it.
Being cautious like Thrall, he didn't expect that this was actually a trick of the Dread Lord against the orcs.
Just like Uther, the Lightbringer, Tichondrius cast black magic on Sylvanas, making her mistakenly believe that it was Arthas' Scourge that massacred Silvermoon City, and that he was also killed by Arthas himself.
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The Dread Lords are a cunning race, and they know that they cannot put all their hopes on Thrall.
Windrunner Sylvanas may be a good seed.
A chess piece hidden in the dark.
Even the Dread Lord would not have expected that the seeds planted unintentionally would grow into towering trees in the near future.
A dark banshee restored her memories of her life after the "fall" of the Lich King. She secretly played tricks and plots to overthrow the rule of the orcs. She severely injured Thrall and his spouse several times, leaving him unable to survive or die.
Sylvanas became the new master of the tribe. She took revenge on the Burning Legion for her own anger, and madly directed her anger towards the entire world. In many cases, women's revenge is often more pure and cruel than men's.
"Life is limited after all, and only the dead live forever. When the Forsaken of Quel'Thalas returns to the world of the dead, how will they treat you? Sylvanas, I am looking forward to it. This is the best punishment for you.
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After completing the conspiracy he had prepared long ago, Tichondrius looked up at the magic shield that enveloped Silvermoon City.
Without the maintenance of the High Elf Mage Group, the magic shield became even more vulnerable. After several consecutive projections by the Scourge Legion's catapults, the shield became unstable.
"It's time for our warriors to retreat." Overlord Saurfang suggested.
Thrall waved his hand. He knew that it would be difficult to stop the orcs who were in a state of killing. It would take a long time to assemble the team, and the remaining team must be left behind to block the pursuit of the Scourge.
Silvermoon City's magic shield is weaker than expected, and the Scourge has arrived too quickly.
"Those who make things big don't stick to trivial matters. Let the addicts of the Warsong clan continue their carnival. Take the orcs from the shelter and retreat from the portal. This nostalgic carnival should be over."
The ruthless killings of the orcs, the tragedy in Silvermoon City, tens of thousands of high elves, were slaughtered without the ability to fight back.
The magic shield was finally broken, and the Scourge invaded Silvermoon City from all sides. The orcs still did not stop their atrocities. Kael'thas witnessed all this. He knelt on the ground and pointed at the sky and swore:
"Everything that happened today, the high elves will definitely remember and make the orcs pay with their blood."
Robbie looked at the dizzy Kael'thas and shook his head regretfully.
History is always unexpected, unsatisfactory, and full of irony and ridicule.
In the near future, after the surviving high elves in Silvermoon City were renamed blood elves, regent Lor'themar Theron and Countess Liadrin stole the supreme leadership of the blood elves.
Kael'thas was eventually defeated by the tricks of these two men. He first died in the Storm Fortress, was resurrected by the Burning Legion, and then fell to the Magister's Platform.
The direction of history is so interesting. The blood elves eventually became members of the tribe and served the orcs who slaughtered their relatives.
So what if there is a blood feud, after all, it cannot compare to the force of the situation. The first thing a race thinks of is survival, rather than caring about hatred.
Shadows and betrayals, surrendering to the strong and praying for life, are the normal conditions of history.
After Robbie rescued the little high elf girl, he secretly handed her over to Kel'Thuzad, with special instructions that he must hide it from Prince Kael'thas.
Although Kael'thas is the prince of Silvermoon City, his fate is bumpy and his political wisdom is lacking.
The blood elves are destined to become a member of the tribe, and Robbie does not want to leave the future of the high elves to the tribe.
Although Kel'Thuzad will inevitably fall, Robbie knows that he has two bodies.
Only Robbie and Arthas knew this secret. Robbie had already guessed that only the lich body with a cold skeleton would die in the future. The cunning Kel'Thuzad must have a way to save his life.
Arthas rode Invincible into Silvermoon City, commanding the Scourge to attack the orcs, and tried his best to save the survivors of Silvermoon City. The Elf Prince suddenly jumped up, grabbed Arthas's saddle, and prayed:
"Prince Arthas, in the name of the Prince of Silvermoon City, I ask you for help. Let my subjects and the sad dead stand up, become a member of the natural disaster, and personally avenge the orcs, just like you did in Lordaeron.
The same."
Arthas looked at Kael'thas in surprise, shook his head and refused:
"I can understand your feelings, but do you know the pain that it takes to become an undead? This is not a simple physical pain, but a heavy burden on the soul. Who is willing to let himself become a walking zombie and live a life that is not human?
I'm not a ghost, I'm scared to death when I see myself in the mirror, I can't agree to your request."
"Prince Arthas, please, there is nothing left in Silvermoon City. How can the few survivors have the ability to avenge the orcs? Only the Scourge can hope to defeat Medivh and defeat the orcs." Kael'thas pleaded urgently.
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Alsace pondered for a long time and finally hesitated:
"Okay, but you know, this is not your decision. We should respect the wishes of the deceased. I will try to resurrect a few high elves and listen to their opinions."
Arthas raised Frostmourne, and the power of the dead surged out, rushing towards the tragic dead.
The strange thing is that no high elf got up, and Alsace's rune magic actually failed.
"Kael'thas, I have to tell you with regret that the people of Silvermoon City are resisting my power. I don't know why. Although I have ways to force them to become undead, I cannot do so."
Kael'thas was stunned and kept asking: "Why is this?"
Robbie approached the Elf Prince, patted him on the shoulder and said: "They are more afraid than revengeful."
"Afraid? No, we high elves are never afraid." Kael'thas argued.
Robbie shook his head regretfully and sighed:
"Kael'thas, elves are different from humans. You live a long life, and death is unimaginably far away. For us humans, we have seen too many deaths in our lives, the death of loved ones, overcoming killings, and even simple diseases.
, may even kill us. You see, how fragile human beings are, and life is so short, so we can take life and death lightly and be fearless. Faced with the tragedy of Silvermoon City, the high elves are not ready.
, they were all frightened by this sudden death."
The elf prince was stunned. He had to agree with Robbie's analysis. He gritted his teeth and said:
"I have decided that for the future of the high elves, Prince Arthas, please force them to stand up and face the dripping blood and death," Kael'thas made up his mind.
"If you insist on doing this, I can only forcefully erase their memories, and they will forget everything in their lives and become forgotten. Without hatred, revenge will be meaningless. I refuse to do this."
Arthas suddenly shuddered. He looked at the body of the high elf on the ground, and pictures flashed through his eyes.
Robbie made great gains in the Sunwell, and Arthas also awakened special abilities.
"It turns out this is history. It's so interesting. Okay, I agreed." (To be continued)