Compared with Grom Hellscream's strong body, Sylvanas is neither tall enough nor strong enough.
But her momentum was not weak at all, as if she was looking at the other person from a high position with extremely disdainful eyes.
Sylvanas held a large cup of the blood of Mannoroth and said arrogantly to Hellscream:
"Drink it, little orc, and become my slave. Surrender to your destiny. I am Xisylvanas, the king of Draenor. Orcs only deserve to be my slaves."
"Hahaha, I smell evil energy. Woman, are you the messenger who replaced Gul'dan?"
Hellscream made a mocking sound. He looked at Sylvanas and pointed at the huge rocky palm in the sky that blocked the sun:
"Don't think this thing can scare me, your little tricks can't be hidden from me."
Archmage Antonidas shrugged his shoulders and muttered: "I knew this thing wouldn't work."
It turns out that Mannoroth's evil transformation of the earth giant's arm has not yet been completed, but Sylvanas can't wait any longer. She deeply understands the principle of long nights and dreams. God knows whether the big boss behind the scenes will change his mind.
Therefore, Antonidas created an illusion, combined with Draenor's legend about the ancient earth giants, and successfully frightened the Iron Horde soldiers.
Because of this, Sylvanas and the others were able to successfully pass the many checkpoints and arrive at the gate of Hellfire Fortress.
Sylvanas opened her red lips lightly and said majestically: "You rude orc, please call me Her Majesty the Queen."
Hellscream still didn't care. He smiled faintly and asked deliberately: "Then, Your Majesty, what will be the price? What is the price?"
Sylvanas shook her head: "I don't know what price you will need to pay for the blood of Mannoroth, but I can tell you clearly that after rejecting me, you will not be able to bear the price."
Antonidas nodded, and he cast a teleportation spell to summon a coffin.
After the coffin was opened, the rotting Grom Hellscream, who had long since become a forgotten person, jumped out of the coffin, knelt respectfully in front of Sylvanas, and said in the most flattering tone:
"Great Queen of Darkness, I, Grom Hellscream, am willing to be your slave."
Hellscream was stunned for a long time. He recognized that this was a parallel world. Except for his rotten body, he was exactly the same as himself thirty-five years later. The familiar feeling was absolutely unmistakable.
So humble, so groveling, without any dignity at all.
Antonidas summoned a stone throne, Sylvanas sat on the throne, and the Forsaken Hellscream held the queen's feet and licked the toes carefully.
Sylvanas looked at the stunned Hellscream and said with a proud smile:
"Hellscream, you are not the only one. My loyal servants can take your place and manage your Iron Horde. Whether you are brave enough to be killed by me like a warrior, or you surrender to me wisely. You see, this does not matter to me.
There is no difference. Maybe after becoming an undead, you will be more loyal to me. My patience is very limited, so don't keep me waiting."
This is a naked trampling on the dignity of Hellscream.
Hellscream may seem impulsive, but many times he is quite rational, especially when facing danger, otherwise he would not have become the leader of the Iron Horde.
There was a look of fear in his eyes. This ability to be unable to live in peace even after death made him fear from the bottom of his heart.
A figure covered in flames walked out of the gate of Hellfire Fortress.
"Hellscream, what makes you afraid? What makes you doubt your courage? Am I wrong about you?"
This was a stronger orc who pushed Kilrogg Deadeye away and came to Sylvanas.
Blackhand Blackhand, covered in blazing flames, holding a red-hot war hammer, looked down at Sylvanas.
"What qualifications does a woman, a small and delicate creature have to become the King of Draenor?"
Blackhand's face was ferocious, and the blazing flames were his source of confidence. He looked at Hellscream who was licking Sylvanas' toes, and laughed:
"Grom, I thought you were as great a warrior as me, but I didn't expect you to be so cowardly in the other world. Is this your nature? Your iron will is just a disguise?"
Hellscream glared back at Blackhand, and the two most powerful orc leaders glared at each other.
Sylvanas glanced at the corner of her mouth and smiled contemptuously:
"Blackhand, don't think you are so glorious. In the face of the threat of death, you are just a humble reptile. No matter how great you were in life, the world after death belongs to me, and you cannot escape your tragic fate."
Antonidas once again sent a coffin, and this time it was Blackhand who became the Forgotten One.
Like Hellscream, Forsaken Blackhand licked Sylvanas' toes like a dog.
"You damn woman? You are trampling on the dignity of an orc hero. You are challenging the invincible Iron Horde. You must pay the price."
Blackhand's anger surged, he raised his giant hammer and roared towards Sylvanas.
Sylvanas let out a breath casually, and the powerful evil power enveloped Blackhand.
Blackhand was suspended in the air, his warhammer out of his hand, and his limbs were constantly struggling, as if they were being held by an invisible hand.
The evil power turned into venomous snakes and penetrated into Blackhand's body, extinguishing the flame power that he was proud of.
"Spare my life."
The arrogant Blackhand actually made such a sound.
"I didn't hear it, I didn't hear it."
Sylvanas' bright pupils narrowed sharply.
Bang.
Blackhand's strong body exploded into pieces of blood, with bones and flesh scattered in all directions. This powerful orc warrior was defeated easily.
Hellscream, Kilrogg Deadeye, both of them exclaimed at the same time and took a step back in fear.
Sylvanas jumped down from the throne, her bare feet not stained with any dust, and slowly stretched out her right hand.
Although possessing a body of evil energy, Sylvanas did not lose the power of darkness. Blackhand's flesh and blood quickly came together as if being pulled, and assembled into a broken orc corpse.
"Blackhand, your iron will is really vulnerable. Resurrection, my humble servant."
Blackhand stood up, his eyes radiating red light. He knelt on the ground and humbly expressed his surrender to Sylvanas.
"What's the point of identical undead from two parallel worlds?"
Sylvanas seemed very unhappy and picked up the cup containing the blood of Mannoroth again.
"Whoever comes first will accept this great gift."
Seeing Blackhand's tragic end, Hellscream did not hesitate at all, strode forward, took the blood of Mannoroth, and drank it in one gulp.
Hellscream knelt on the ground in pain, his whole body filled with evil energy.
Later, Kilrogg Deadeye also stepped forward and drank the blood of Mannoroth without hesitation.
"You will like this taste, Hellscream, Kilrogg, you will become a being that makes Azeroth tremble. Be loyal to the great Queen of Darkness."
The Iron Horde surrendered, and Sylvanas smiled happily. (To be continued)