Sylvanas angrily threw the secret message to the ground.
"The insidious Vol'jin actually wants to use me to deal with Garrosh."
Sylvanas saw through Vol'jin's trick at a glance.
After all, she is a high elf who has lived for hundreds of years. She has never seen any conspiracy. Apart from occasionally being unable to control her temper and being a little willful, Sylvanas's resourcefulness far exceeds that of Vol'jin.
After gradually calming down, Sylvanas began to murmur in her heart!
It is her dream to become a high elf again, and she will not let it go even if there is only a slight chance. The fall of the prophet Salonya proves that the power of Loa can be captured.
Strong power means that you can do whatever you want, and it may not be true that you can be resurrected.
Even if it was just an illusion, just looking like a living person, Sylvanas was still willing to try.
After pondering for a long time, Sylvanas picked up the secret letter and read it carefully again.
"Very good, you win. Vol'jin, the Zul'Drak Empire, and the power of the Loa god belong to me."
Sylvanas took the Blightcaller and the Grand Magister Antonidas on a specially made ghost ship and secretly rushed to Northrend.
Sylvanas has always been cautious in doing things. She leads a few Forsaken soldiers, but they are all elite. She also has hundreds of necromancers as the vanguard to explore the road.
When entering the Dragonblight of Northrend, they usually land at the port of Moaaki. Sylvanas does not completely trust Vol'jin and is worried about an ambush, so she secretly disembarks in a small fishing village.
This was originally a village of the walrus people. After the tribe landed in Northrend, the walrus people were massacred like an assembly line to produce the military rations and furs that the tribe desperately needed. Like many walrus people villages, this place has long been desolate.
Surprisingly, Sylvanas felt the breath of the living.
In the largest hut in the center of the walrus village, Sylvanas saw an aging walrus who was already very old and blind.
The old walrus man was warming himself by the fire. Although he couldn't see anything, his expression was very leisurely. Occasionally he caught a grilled fish and put it in his mouth. The witherer carefully checked the hut. There was no danger, and then Sylvanas walked in.
"I saw a king. I am really honored by your arrival, Lady Darkness." The old walrus man touched the pipe and lit it slowly, puffing away the smoke.
Sylvanas looked at the walrus man's empty eyes strangely: "How do you know I am a lady?"
The old walrus man smelled the smell in the air and showed an admiring expression:
"Dark lady, you must have had the fragrance of apple blossoms in the past. The naked eye can only see what is in front of you, and the nose can only smell what is in front of you. Only the eyes of the soul and the nose of the soul can see through the past. Beautiful lady,
I saw you dancing among the flowers."
The old walrus man's subtle flattery made Sylvanas very happy and said with a smile:
"Man Walrus, your pretense interests me a lot. Can you tell me why you are here? Are you waiting for someone?"
The old walrus man was silent for a long time and said sincerely:
"It's for revenge!"
The Blighter drew his weapon and was stopped by Sylvanas. The Queen of Darkness raised her eyebrows and asked, "Who is your enemy?"
The old walrus man sighed and said sadly:
"When the Silver Crusade entered the Dragonblight, I ran around telling the leaders of each village that the Silver Crusade was a group of thugs and executioners, and they should concentrate the power of the Walrus people to eliminate them, but they told me that we should not offend the war.
Tirion Fordring of the Lich King.
"When Tirion Fordring invited the village leaders to participate in the conquest of the Lich King, I told them that they must unite to resist Old Fordring's attack, but they did not believe it. The Silver Crusade massacred one of our largest villages.
The walrus man lost his nerve.
"When Tirion Fordring ordered the walrus men to attack Naxxramas, I told the leaders of each village that this was letting us walrus men walk into the slaughterhouse by ourselves. The walrus men should flee for their lives and join the Scourge. Unfortunately, they still didn't believe it.
I. Countless walrus people went to the slaughterhouse, but no one came back alive. I saw through everything, but I couldn't change the fate of the walrus people.
"My enemy is Tirion Fordring, and he is also our common enemy."
Sylvanas smiled confidently: "Tirion Fordring is just Eitrigg's dog, how can he threaten me?"
The old walrus man took a bowl, which was filled with clear water, and his eyes were floating.
"The walrus man suffered this fate because of my incompetence, so I closed my eyes as atonement. Lady Dark, can you use my eyes to gain the same spiritual power as me and see through
A little fragment of the future."
Sylvanas was half-convinced about the mysterious spiritual power of the walrus people. With an attitude of rather believing that they existed than not, Sylvanas looked at the bowl of water.
The world spins before my eyes.
Sylvanas was startled. She found herself standing in the air above a frozen round platform, with a terrifying abyss below, and a frozen throne standing in front of her.
"Is this the Frozen Throne?"
Sylvanas looked down and saw bones everywhere on the Frozen Throne, with countless broken limbs piled up in a layer more than ten meters thick.
Just above the piles of corpses, stood Tirion Fordring holding the Ashbringer, his body shrouded in strong holy light, and he said in a cadence:
"Today, the Silver Crusade defeated the Scourge, and Azeroth was saved. Lich King Arthas, pay the price for your crimes!"
In front of Fording lay a young man wearing black armor. He quickly took off his helmet and said loudly: "Father, it's me, it's me, I'm Tailan!"
Tirion Fordring raised the Ashbringer and chopped off Tyran's head without hesitation.
Sylvanas secretly thought that it was impossible for Fordring to fight against the Lich King Arthas. The Scourge Corps would withdraw from the world sooner or later. This future was possible.
Fording and his son performed a play not long after. What was Fording's purpose in doing this?
I saw Fording striding forward, picking up Tyran's helmet, and carefully wiping the dust on it, with a heartache on his face:
"Ner'zhul, my old friend, thank you for your hard work. I'm here to save you."
Sylvanas was shocked. Could it be that the Lich King Ner'zhul was hidden in this helmet?
The helmet's eye sockets emitted a frightening cold light, and the old orc's voice came out:
"I have been hiding for so long, and I finally managed to hide it from Arthas. The Scourge has withdrawn from this world. From now on, no one can threaten us. Fordring, put on your helmet and let us merge into one. This world
After all, it belongs to us."
Fording laughed and said:
"All the pain, all the suffering, are all worth it. Even though the Scourge is gone, there are still countless low-level undead and humble forgotten people in this world. They will all become my minions, and I will be
The only king of this world."
"No!" Sylvanas yelled.
"No!"
In the vision of the future, Sylvanas appeared at the entrance to the Frozen Throne.
"A mere banshee dares to go against my will, so go to hell!"
Fording's whole body was shrouded in intense holy light, he leaped high, wielded the Ashbringer, and chopped off the head of Sylvanas in the illusion, and the holy light burned her body.