Sylvanas had a dream. In the dream, she was naked, lying on her back on a black dining table. Sitting on the main seat was Medivh, then Thrall, King Saurfang, and Jaina.
Waiting, they held all kinds of sharp swords and looked at Sylvanas on the table with evil intentions.
His eyes were hot, and he couldn't help but swallow his saliva, as if he were looking at a delicate and delicious delicacy.
"Let's start dining!" Medivh said elegantly.
The swords came down, cutting and tearing Sylvanas' delicate flesh.
"No, no, please, don't."
Her muttering voice seemed to come from a far away place.
"Do you want to refuse this great honor? Then surrender to darkness forever."
The fear lord Tichondrius suddenly appeared. This ferocious monster sneered and stretched out its claws. Dark fear enveloped Sylvanas.
The dream repeats itself over and over again, seemingly never ending.
Sylvanas felt that her will was getting weaker and weaker, and she was about to collapse.
"The Scourge destroyed Silvermoon City, and Arthas killed you. The former general of Silvermoon City, Windrunner Sylvanas, is now just a pitiful banshee."
This voice echoed in her ears over and over again.
Sylvanas gave in and believed the lie.
The memories of her life were moving away from her, becoming more and more blurred, becoming distant and hard to touch.
Those precious, beautiful tender feelings, and gorgeous chapters of the past are no longer so important.
"Tell me, who destroyed Silvermoon City?" the voice asked.
"The Scourge." Sylvanas responded weakly.
"Who killed you?"
"Arthas Menethil."
"That's right, you have to remember this hatred and tell everyone about it."
A huge sword covered with runes suddenly appeared, shining with blazing light, shattering all illusions and tearing this terrible dream to pieces.
As the surroundings blurred, the shadows disappeared, replaced by soft light and comfortable tranquility.
Sylvanas found herself floating in the air. She looked at the bloody body beside her, which had obviously been bitten by a beast with sharp teeth. Sylvanas was a little confused. Is there a beast in Silvermoon City?
She remembered this scene. Even if she became the Dark Queen of the Undercity, this confusion still affected her.
"The Scourge destroyed Silvermoon City, and Arthas killed you."
This voice echoed in her heart again.
Suddenly filled with hatred, Sylvanas's spirit glared at Arthas and let out a harsh scream:
"You killed me, you destroyed Silvermoon City, you executioner."
Arthas raised his other hand in a summoning gesture. In this way, he forced her out of the nightmare of fear of death, but Sylvanas did not feel grateful.
Kael'thas was about to explain the truth to the newly resurrected banshee when Kel'Thuzad stopped him. The lich shook his head and whispered: "The black magic has trapped her too deeply. Your persuasion has no effect. She
I will treat you as an enemy."
"Why not remove the black magic?" Kael'thas asked the lich.
Kel'Thuzad said with some regret: "It is fear that has completely dominated Sylvanas's mind. After the black magic is removed, she will fall apart and become an unconscious ghost. She does not have the strength to bear the cruel experience in her life. She needs
She needs time to re-establish a self, a soul strong enough to face death today."
"Damn it!" Kael'thas sighed sadly and suggested: "The Forsaken should have a new leader."
"No substitutions!"
Robbie shook his head in denial.
A new leader of the Forsaken is not desirable. History cannot be changed. Only by hiding hatred for the orcs, the Queen of Darkness who grows up in this way will release powerful power when her memory awakens.
"She's a perfect fit."
Arthas also nodded: "Her misunderstanding of me will not affect anything. Windrunner Sylvanas, you will serve my glory, you will labor for death, and you will desire to obey. I will
Slave you for a period of time, and then you will be free. It is your own choice where you go, and you will have your own will."
The Ranger General obeyed Arthas's will, and she could not resist the great sword that brought her life.
But there was a voice in her heart telling herself, never, her own will was being established.
Alsace saw this seedling-like thought, like a candle in the wind, easily destroyed.
But Alsace did not do this, and instead took good care of it.
This is the self-will and resistance of the Queen of Darkness. She is very weak now. What will happen in the future depends on her own destiny.
A group of lichs came over. They placed Sylvanas's body on the table and repaired the damage with flesh and bones.
Kel'Thuzad's improved dark magic is very powerful. Thanks to the research of the Sunwell, they can make this flesh and blood incorruptible and gain eternal power.
In Kel'Thuzad's view, the Dark Queen should be more than just a skeleton.
Sylvanas, floating aside, witnessed all this. She lost some memories, but did not lose her wisdom. She longed for this body, but was also afraid of it.
Finally, Sylvanas's body was placed in the pool of the Sunwell, and the six lichs cast spells together, infusing it with the power of the Sunwell, darkness, death, flesh and blood rebirth, a creation of magic and the undead.
The re-created Sylvanas is much more powerful than Invincible. After all, Invincible's bones have been buried underground for many years and have long lost their vitality.
"Sylvanas, return to your body!" Arthas ordered.
Sylvanas opened her eyes and looked at everything around her again.
She felt the novelty and strangeness, but also the familiarity and deja vu. It was a wonderful feeling.
"How do you feel?" Robbie asked.
Sylvanas tilted her head and looked at Robbie. All her memories about Robbie were lost. She found it difficult to remember this person.
"Very cold."
Sylvanas replied.
"What if Sylvanas rules the orcs?" Robbie gave a suggestion. This is the destined direction of the future. As long as you work hard for this goal, you will definitely succeed.
Arthas thought for a while: "The orcs will not give up their dominance. They need to expel Thrall first. This is a bit difficult, but it is a very interesting idea."
There is no accident in history. Sylvanas became the chief of the tribe, and there were many conspiracies and intrigues after that.
Kael'thas doesn't like the resurrected Sylvanas, but without Sylvanas, no one can lead the Forsaken of Silvermoon City. After the orcs escaped from the portal, there are still a few survivors in Silvermoon City.
Or, Kael'thas naturally became their leader.
The number of high elves left is very small, but they are inevitably divided. The elven rangers led by Lor'themar Theron and Liadrin are destined to be enemies of Kael'thas.
Robbie, Arthas, and Kel'Thuzad discussed together behind Kael'thas' back.
The high elves' only hope, the little girl who is immune to the effects of magic addiction, must be dealt with properly.
Robbie knelt down and looked into the little girl's pure eyes.
"Tell me, what's your name?"
"My name is Anweina." The little girl replied crisply.
Anweina, such a familiar name, Robbie was suddenly startled, isn't this the name of the incarnation of the Sunwell? (To be continued)