Garg the Candle, an ordinary-looking kobold, is a famous playwright in Azeroth. He has created countless popular works, which have been spread throughout Azeroth's taverns through the mouths of bards.
After being summoned by Sylvanas, Big Candle Jag thought it was an opportunity to soar into the sky, and rushed to the Undercity with great interest. Unexpectedly, he waited in the living room for seven days and seven nights without even drinking a sip of water.
I'm tired, hungry and sleepy, and I suspect I'm going to die of thirst here.
Fortunately, the kobolds have a very strong endurance, and finally waited until Sylvanas showed up. Garg was unconscious and in a trance. He only heard the Queen of Darkness ask:
"What do you think of Thrall the Savior?"
The confused Jiage lost his usual vigilance and blurted out:
"Thall is a big liar. He once promised to give me 100,000 gold coins and asked me to write 100 poems to praise his reputation for saving Azeroth. With my help, his reputation has spread throughout Azeroth.
Xerath, I didn’t see a single gold coin.”
Sylvanas nodded with satisfaction: "I need a playwright like you."
Then, Sylvanas arranged room and board for Garg, but he ate very little.
The hungry Jiage fell on the bed and was woken up while sleeping soundly. He was so sleepy that his eyelids were trembling. He was carried by his feet by a gargoyle and flew to the foot of a hill.
In a daze, Garg saw Sylvanas shoot an arrow, and a figure in black armor fell down, and then limped away.
"That's Arthas, I've defeated him." Sylvanas said proudly.
"Alsace?"
At this moment, Jage was in a daze, trying hard to remember who Alsace was? This seemed to be a very familiar name.
Sylvanas warned solemnly: "You have to help me create a thousand songs to sing my greatness and praise the dignity of the forgotten. Of course, I will not pay you any compensation."
Jiage finally couldn't bear it anymore and fell into a deep sleep. The moment he closed his eyes, he saw three huge monsters with curved magic horns on their heads, ugly faces, and bat-like wings on their backs.
Sylvanas's way.
Varimathras looked at the banshee in front of him and said loudly: "I am the fear lord Varimathras, the humble Forsaken, surrendered to the Burning Legion."
"A Dread Lord dares to challenge the leader of the Forsaken." Sylvanas raised her bow and fired an arrow, and the black arrows flew towards the Dread Lord like meteors.
Varimathras chuckled, raised his paw and snapped his fingers. Sylvanas's longbow and arrows all turned into fly ash, and then black shadows like poisonous snakes wrapped her up, making her unable to move.
, Sylvanas was shocked.
"Lowly Dark Banshee, your life level is too different from ours. Your power is not worth mentioning." Varimathras said viciously.
"Wait a minute." Balnazar on the side protested, "That's not our plan."
Varimathras glared and said angrily:
"Don't you understand yet? Only those who are more powerful than us are qualified to negotiate with us. This dark banshee is so weak, I want to turn her into a puppet to control the Forsaken."
The Dreadlord Deserok made a hoarse and unpleasant voice: "Varimathras, we must carry out the Deceiver's orders, and we should not create extraneous matters."
Varimathras grabbed Sylvanas's throat and said with a sarcastic smile: "I will kill this dark banshee now, what can the deceiver do to me."
"It's over."
Sylvanas was hopeless and unable to resist the dark magic of the Dread Lord. Her thoughts changed rapidly. She must find a way to survive as soon as possible. She whispered without hope:
"Elune, the moon god, will not let you go."
"What, Elune?"
Varimathras looked at the sky with a look of fear in his eyes. Sylvanas saw this and said hurriedly:
"I am working for the moon god Elune, so I have the confidence to leave the Scourge. Arthas doesn't dare to offend me. How dare you little bats challenge the dignity of the moon god?"
Varimathras observed the words and saw that this statement was true. He immediately let go of Sylvanas and put on a flattering face:
"Haha, Her Majesty the Dark Queen, this is just a joke. We are here to make a deal with the Forsaken under Lord Kil'jaeden's order."
Sylvanas raised her head proudly: "I have no intention of negotiating with the lowly Dread Lord and let Kil'jaeden talk to me personally."
Although she seemed confident, Sylvanas felt very guilty. The moon god Elune's thoughts were elusive, and she was really unsure whether she would provide her with shelter.
Varimathras chuckled and said:
"Her Royal Highness, this negotiation is good for both you and me. It is a win-win cooperation. Believe me, the Dreadlord is Lord Kil'jaeden's messenger."
Sylvanas knew that appropriate concessions had to be made, so she reluctantly agreed.
In the living room of the Undercity, Sylvanas sat on the throne, raising her slender legs: "No matter what request you make, there is only one prerequisite for cooperation. I need a perfect body of evil energy."
, if you can’t meet my requirements, there’s no need to discuss anything else.”
Varimathras chuckled: "In the Burning Legion, a body of evil energy is nothing at all, but the time has not yet come. When you have the power of evil energy, it is difficult for the power of death to go further, and you happen to
You are in the stage of rapid increase in strength, and after you have a better understanding of the power of death, it is not too late to build a body of evil energy."
After hearing this, Sylvanas felt that it made sense. The moon god Elune claimed to be the dark side of the moon and taught her a lot of knowledge about the power of death. Sylvanas' strength was constantly improving.
Dread Lord Deseroc added: "Your Majesty, beauty and ugliness are just relative terms. With the strongest strength, people will naturally regard you as the most beautiful. I saw a magazine published by goblins, which published the article "Azeroth"
The top 100,000 beautiful women in Sri Lanka are all female orcs."
Sylvanas was slightly moved after hearing this. After the Battle of Mount Hyjal, the reputation of the orcs as the savior became very popular, which deeply affected the aesthetics of Azeroth. Female orcs have become the benchmark of beauty in Azeroth. Even
King Varian dreams of marrying a female orc as his queen.
"What does this have to do with my evil body?" Sylvanas asked.
Balnazar explained:
"Your Majesty the Queen, the reason why the orcs are so powerful is because of the help of our legions. Azeroth belongs to the orcs, but after all it belongs to the Forsaken. As the scale of the war expands, more and more races are involved in the war.
Entering it, death will make the Forgotten grow stronger, and one day, the Forgotten will spread all over the earth. At that time, the Forgotten will become the most beautiful race in Azeroth, and the rancid smell will also become the most popular smell."
Balnazzar described a wonderful future, which deeply touched Sylvanas. Varimathras immediately added: "Of course, the premise of all this is to cooperate with our legion. The Burning Legion will help the Forsaken."
Create a soul container to absorb the souls of the fallen."
Sylvanas thought quietly for a while: "What about the Scourge? I can't win over Arthas for the souls of the fallen."
Varimathras stood up and announced loudly: "Your Majesty the Queen, our cooperation this time is precisely to destroy the Scourge."