Sylvanas still maintained the eating habits she had during her lifetime, but it was much more luxurious than when she was the Ranger General of Silvermoon City.
On both sides of a long table, several undead servants walked like butterflies, constantly bringing fresh flesh and blood to Sylvanas.
The strong and powerful heart was still beating tenaciously before being cut into pieces.
Different from her life, Sylvanas, who became undead, likes fresh flesh and blood without cooking.
The bloody pieces of meat were dipped in Quel'Thalas' secret sauce. When you took a bite, blood splattered and the smell was full of fish.
Sylvanas was intoxicated by the delicious ingredients. On one side of the long table, a strong tauren was leaning to the side, and the eyes of the bull had lost all energy.
The tauren from Thunder Bluff are the favorite food of the tribal nobles, but unfortunately they are only enough for Sylvanas to eat for two meals.
Because she is very picky, she only eats heart, brain, and bone marrow, and occasionally eats a bite of good sirloin.
After a hearty meal and an elegant drink of hot tauren blood, Sylvanas felt a little satisfied.
She had been extremely fed up these past few days. With Karazhan's failure, she clearly felt the coldness of the Dark Side of the Moon, and her many prayers were not answered.
"Fortunately, the result is not the worst." Sylvanas comforted herself.
Although they didn't get Medivh's inheritance, others didn't get it either.
Looking at herself in the mirror, with long dry hair, cracked skin, and rotten flesh and blood, Sylvanas lamented. No matter how fresh the tauren flesh and blood was, it could not stop the decay of the body, which made her feel particularly sad.
She was particularly envious of the Lich King Arthas. It was said that Arthas had found a way to stop the rot of flesh and blood for his subordinates.
Unfortunately, this secret recipe was not discovered after the Icecrown Citadel was captured.
Tyrande encouraged King Greymane to send troops to Stormwind City. Now the Kingdom of Gilneas only has non-worgen troops stationed in it, and its combat effectiveness has been greatly reduced, but Sylvanas knows what to do at this moment.
Politics is complex and full of intrigues and secret collusions.
Since the conflict between the Alliance and the Horde, the Forsaken and the Night Elves have maintained a fairly tacit understanding.
Few people know that Sylvanas and Tyrande exchange secret messages, exchange information, and exchange information. When they meet on the battlefield, they often avoid each other.
This is politics, just like the tacit understanding between Varian and Thrall. The difference is that Varian and Thrall cooperate privately on an unequal basis, while Tyrande and Sylvanas are completely equal.
Between the Alliance and the Horde, this is nothing. If you don't do it, others will do it.
Just like the tacit understanding between goblins and gnomes, the restraint between werewolves and blood elves, and the secret trade between dwarves and tauren, the difference lies in the degree of cooperation.
"After the Kingdom of Stormwind lost power, the night elves became the strongest race in the Alliance. Tyrande was really ambitious and wanted to seize the power of the Alliance. This is a good opportunity for me. After that, I can ask Tyrande for Gilneas.
Kingdom territory, in return
Report, I will betray Vol'jin's movements to Tyrande. The conflict between the elves and the trolls can never be reconciled, and she will definitely be happy to help me kill Vol'jin. If I succeed, I can succeed the warchief. If I fail,
It can also help me test out Woking’s trump card.”
Looking at the bright red tauren blood in the cup, Sylvanas smiled proudly and drank it all.
"The relationship between the Dark Side of the Moon and the Burning Legion is unclear. Is it opposition, cooperation, or like Tyrande and I, enemies who temporarily cooperate with each other?"
Sylvanas narrowed her eyes slightly, feeling a little tired from thinking.
At this moment, the voice of the Dark Side of the Moon echoed in her ears:
"Get up, attack the Kingdom of Gilneas, don't be in a hurry to conquer the country, and force King Greymane to come back. You can withdraw your troops when the time comes. If you can't accomplish this, don't come back to see me."
Sylvanas suddenly woke up and received the oracle from the dark side of the moon, which surprised her.
This proved that she had not been abandoned. She could hear the impatience and irritability of the Dark Side of the Moon, which was different from usual. Sylvanas believed that her failure in Karazhan aroused the anger of the Dark Side of the Moon.
"I will obey your will."
Sylvanas said to herself respectfully, and she did not have any doubts about this.
This move is a bit puzzling, but the Dark Side of the Moon is a god. How can the wisdom of the gods be understood by mortals? Although she felt doubtful, Sylvanas, who had already caused dissatisfaction with the Dark Side of the Moon, naturally did not dare to ask more questions.
The mighty undead army marches towards Gilneas.
Looking at the werewolf army slowly marching on, King Greymane sighed. He was worried about the future of the Kingdom of Gilneas. Who would have thought that the people in the country turning into werewolves turned out to be a conspiracy of the night elves.
Elune, whom the night elves believe in, is too mysterious to pray to. I wonder if the werewolf curse can be lifted.
No, werewolves are powerful in combat and can help us fight against the Forsaken.
There may be a way to break the werewolf's madness, so that they won't be threatened by Tyrande.
Maybe I should find an archmage. I don't know if Arugal is still there. Since he can be resurrected by the Lich King, he shouldn't die so easily.
Forget it, let’s think about the Battle of Stormwind City first. This is an imminent problem. The Kingdom of Gilneas has a tight supply of troops. I don’t want to lose troops and generals. I really hope that the dwarves can prevent us from using the subway.
Why not do this? Princess Moira Bronzebeard of Ironforge is not an easy person to talk to. As long as I show an arrogant and rude attitude, she will definitely kick us out of Ironforge.
No, Tyrande is not stupid at all. She will definitely find out the flaw. Greymane was confused for a moment.
At this moment, the werewolf army was approaching Stromgarde. Looking at this glorious symbol in human history, Greymane couldn't help but stand in awe.
At this moment, a gryphon descended from the sky, and the gryphon knight from Gilneas loudly shouted: "Your Majesty, what's wrong, Sylvanas is leading the Forsaken Army to kill in the direction of Silverpine Forest."
Greymane couldn't believe his ears and stepped forward to grab the gryphon knight's collar: "Are you sure?"
"Sure, it's absolutely true!" The griffin knight was sweating profusely.
Greymane tried his best to suppress the excitement in his heart and calmly conveyed the order: "Confirm the movements of the Forsaken again, the front team stopped advancing, stationed in place, waiting for orders. The squadron and rear team turned around and retreated to Gilneas."
Although a third of the worgen army was left behind, Greymane believed that Gilneas could be defended.
No matter what, he still had to explain something to Tyrande, and he still needed to be cautious until Tyrande expressed his opinion.
Tyrande rarely takes the initiative to lead troops on expeditions. She likes to stay in Darnassus, where spring is all year round, enjoying the bright sunshine and warm sea breeze, tending to the flowers and plants, and keeping her mood happy.
A pure white owl flew over. Tyrande reached deep into her right hand and let the owl land on her wrist.
From the owl's legs, Tyrande got the latest information.
The shovel in his hand fell to the ground.
"Sylvanas attacked the Kingdom of Gilneas. Damn the Dark Banshee. Has her wisdom and brain rotted together?" Tyrande cursed, and her usual dignified and elegant appearance completely disappeared.
Sylvanas' betrayal caught her off guard, and she cursed fiercely for a while. After venting her anger, Tyrande gradually calmed down. She frowned and fell into thought.
Seeing Tyrande calm down, the surrounding night elves dared to step forward.
One of the sentinel generals said: "Priestess, I suggest withdrawing our troops."
Tyrande's face was tangled, and then he took a deep breath, his face was dignified and serious, and he said seriously:
"No, keep moving forward, we must capture Stormwind City."
No matter what, Tyrande cannot go against the wishes of the goddess Elune. She will not retreat until a new oracle arrives.
The night elf fleet is still moving forward on the sea, showing no signs of retreat. (To be continued)