Sylvanas's exquisite moccasins stepped on the cold stone slabs of the Undercity. When Medivh became Orgrimmar's "Eternal Flesh", it was a heavy blow to her and made her mood...
Very dark.
Her revenge, her ambition, and her desire for a new body are all facing major tests.
Sylvanas looked at her broken body with disgust, and began to think about the impact that Medivh's death would have on the Alliance and the Horde.
From very early on, Sylvanas had escaped the control of the Dread Lord's dark magic. She knew very well that it was the orcs, not the Scourge, who destroyed Silvermoon City.
She also knows that the current regent of Silvermoon City, Lor'themar Theron, is a despicable and shameless traitor. She even clearly remembers the ax that King Saurfang struck at her, with cold light radiating from it.
The big shots in the Horde and Alliance thought she didn't know.
But in fact, she knew that this was the most deadly thing.
It has to be said that it is a pity that I cannot kill Thrall and King Saurfang with my own hands, but Sylvanas knows that she has a chance for revenge.
Sylvanas shook her head regretfully, her face gloomy, and she walked towards the cold throne.
At the Wrath Gate, she successfully made Saurfang experience the pain of losing his son, twice in total including Icecrown Citadel, which made her feel the pleasure of revenge every time she recalled it.
Sitting in the most comfortable position, Sylvanas began to think.
"Vol'jin, as well as that ugly female orc, the richest man in the tribe, Doras. It seems that the power of Orgrimmar has fallen into their hands. How can we get them to hand over the position of warchief? If it's just these two trash
, it’s easy to do, I’m just afraid...”
"With Medivh gone, the Alliance's Dove of Peace will inevitably perish. This means that the power of the Wrynn family is unstable. Without the support of Medivh, that fool Varian cannot control the situation. Will the Alliance attack Orgrimmar?
"Although the Tyrande couple are idiots, there are still many night elves who are dissatisfied with the orcs. Moreover, the humans in Stormwind City have never forgotten their hatred of the orcs, so they will definitely encourage the night elves to join."
"Without Aegwynn's protection, how can Orgrimmar resist Jaina's attack? Well, that's a fake Jaina. Her Sea Kingship comes and goes like the wind. Vol'jin and Doras are both smart people.
, should have been prepared in advance.”
"Could it be that the orcs have a new backer and they don't need two guardians anymore? The Burning Legion."
Sylvanas got the answer almost instantly.
"The Burning Legion? Who will come? Gul'dan from Draenor, which means Archimonde and Kil'jaeden may come." The chaotic thoughts made Sylvanas undecided. She needed to
Help and guidance.
It seems logical that Sylvanas betrayed the Lich King Arthas, but if she learned the truth about the orcs' destruction of Silvermoon City, it would be particularly incredible and unreasonable.
In fact, there is only one reason for Sylvanas' betrayal, and that is that she hates this putrid body.
Although Arthas promised to resurrect her, of course, he also promised that all undead, including the high elves Forsaken of Silvermoon City, would be restored to flesh and blood.
But obviously Alsace doesn't have this kind of strength yet, and God knows when.
Fortunately, Alsace is not the only option.
It was twenty years after the Dark Portal. The elf prince Kael'thas Sunstrider returned to Silvermoon City to regroup his tribe. In the name of commemorating the dead tribesmen, he renamed the entire tribe the blood elves.
While clearing the ruins of Silvermoon City, a blood elf found a necklace in Windrunner Tower, which read: "To Sylvanas, I will always love your sister, Alleria."
Kael'thas felt that it should be returned to Sylvanas, and attached a letter telling the truth about the orcs' massacre of Silvermoon City.
Sylvanas took the necklace suspiciously. She did not remember that her sister had given her this gift.
When she touched the necklace, she heard a mysterious sound. It was a token.
This voice comes from a truly powerful god, a name that is well-known among the elves.
The god promised her rebirth, regaining a body of flesh and blood, with a face like a flower, a complexion like a red apple, and skin as delicate as jade. This was Silvaras's ultimate wish, and she was willing to sacrifice everything for it.
Conditions must be obeyed.
Sylvanas agreed without thinking.
Sylvanas has done many things for this god over the years, such as successfully defeating the Scourge, and also received many gifts, such as the death of Stormwind Kingdom soldiers, which at least doubled the strength of the Undercity.
And Sylvanas also received a promise that she would become the warchief of the tribe.
But now, things are a little different.
Sylvanas stroked the gems on her necklace and prayed in a low voice, reciting the name of the god.
The gem gradually brightened, and a melodious sigh echoed in Sylvanas' ears. The gods responded to Sylvanas' call!
"Sylvanas, my loyal servant, don't snatch the position of warchief first. Let Vol'jin be proud for a while. The Burning Legion and Archimonde have arrived again. He will join forces with the orcs. The new battlefield is in Austria.
Grima."
"I obey your orders, my master." Sylvanas said respectfully.
"You need to do two things for me." The strange voice was a little angry:
"Some forces that do not belong to this world have interfered with Azeroth. The originally clear future has become chaotic. The time that has gone astray must be put back on track. Anduin Wrynn, the destined leader of the Alliance,
It's a secret chess piece I worked hard to bury, an important chess piece. He was supposed to survive until the final battle, but now that he's dead, you must let him come back to life."
Sylvanas was a little confused after hearing this: "Is he in an undead state? But he is a human prince, a priest who uses the Holy Light."
"As long as the Naaru's perception is blinded, the undead can also use the Holy Light?" The mysterious voice said: "You must let Varian complete this matter himself and collect Anduin's broken soul."
"I obey your orders, my master."
"The second thing is particularly important and very dangerous. On a full moon night, you must rush to Karazhan to prevent Medivh's legacy from falling into the hands of others. Bring more helpers. You will encounter disturbances in this world.
Use your power to kill them." The voice of the god became particularly terrifying.
"Great master, please rest assured that Karazhan must be the territory of the undead."
The gems on the necklace darken, indicating that the power of the gods has left.
Sylvanas felt the solemnity in the god's tone. She knew that Karazhan was a matter of great importance and could not be taken lightly.
She needs help.
Reciting mysterious spells, the heavy throne slowly moved away, revealing the secret room hidden underneath.
Sylvanas walked into the secret room. There were hundreds of coffins, each with a prominent name on it.
Some are dead, some are still alive, and most of them have empty coffins, which proves that Sylvanas still has a long way to go to achieve her goals.
"Thall, Saurfang, do you think you can escape your destined fate?"
Sylvanas looked at the empty coffin with their names written on it. As long as she could capture the souls of Thrall and Saurfang, they would lie in this coffin and become her loyal servants.
There is still time before the full moon night.
Thrall, King Saurfang, is the target of her revenge. Sylvanas needs to find two helpers to help her find their souls and then resurrect them.
Sylvanas took a few steps forward, placed her hands on the two coffins, and muttered:
"Life is limited, only the dead live forever, humble Grom Hellscream, Archmage Antonidas, wake up from your slumber!" (To be continued)