Since the butcher Arthas Minaishire, the executioner and his army of the dead, almost wiped out the homeland she loved deeply, the time in the world of the living has been passing, and half a year has passed in a blink of an eye.

And a lot of things happened during this period.

For example... her so-called "master" seems unwilling to be someone else's pawn.

That arrogant Kelthuzad—a pile of bones floating around—was corrupted and defiled because of him.

Some time ago, Arthas had been plotting against the terrifying demon king Tiktios, and Kel Thujad who personally introduced Azeroth to the demon king Archmond.

Sylvanas's mind is hidden in the shadow and pays close attention to all this, any information that Arthas leaked, including how he thinks, how he fights, personality shortcomings and behavioral preferences...

It all worked for her.

"Her Majesty" firmly believes that these little things will provide certain crucial information and intelligence in future revenge operations, and even determine the success or failure of the operation!

He did not kill Tikdios with his own hands like he did when he killed Melganis.

The cunning former human prince went to fake the hand of others to get rid of the Demon King of Fear. The poor guy is called Illidan*Raging Wind...

Arthas felt Illidan's desire for power, so he used this weakness to drive him to steal a magic weapon, the skull of the famous sorcerer Guldan. In this way, Illidan had to kill Tikdios.

Arthas can get rid of the Demon King of Fear and does not attract the attention and vigilance of the top leaders of the Burning Legion; and Illidan has obtained the best treasure that satisfies his pursuit of power. Everything acts according to the plan.

But since then, Sylvanas has never heard of Illidan again...

As for Archmond, this demon, who was so powerful that he could destroy Dalaran, the city of the Great Master, fell under the energy of life he came to devour.

Those night elves cousins ​​gave their eternal life to defeat the terrifying "polluters".

Pure, concentrated natural power destroyed the demon from the inside, and the Tree of World violently released its huge energy and burst out with a violent shock wave. Archmond fell down with a bang, not even a piece of fragments left in the world.

The Legion's attempt to spread the fear of destruction and killing in this world and its intention to completely destroy this world eventually became a bubble.

Thinking of this, a trace of indescribable pleasure flashed in the heart of "Her Majesty the Queen".

In the past six months, living like a puppet in the Scourge Legion has allowed Sylvanas to learn a lot of secrets. For example, the Scourge Legion and the Burning Legion are nominally superiors and subordinates, but in fact they are fighting openly and secretly.

After learning that all his pain was like the demons manipulated behind the Scourge, "Her Majesty" also extended hatred to those demons living in the twisted void.

And now... Her Majesty, who has seen the signs of breaking up with the Demon Kings of Alsace, is always looking forward to the moment when both sides tear each other apart and fight!

"It would be best if both sides could suffer heavy casualties or even die together!"

A wisp of schadenfreshing thought flashed in his heart. Sylvanas pursed his lips tightly and murmured in his heart: "No! A quick and painless death is too cheap that butcher!

"I want to make him live worse than death, and slowly swallow his last breath after suffering and humiliation...Ms. Sylvanas, His Highness Prince Alsace ordered us to attend the meeting in the hall."

When Her Majesty was thinking in her heart how to torture the butcher of Arthas, a hoarse and unpleasant voice sounded quietly in Sylvanas's ears. The sound was like the sharp friction between stainless steel and pig iron, like the lingering spatula and the bottom of the pot, like a steel wire mixed in a duck's throat...

It's really...unbearable!

Even without looking back, Her Majesty the Queen can instantly tell the owner of the voice: it is the damn accomplice, Alsace's lackey, the great lich Kel Thujad!

Although the anger and hatred in his chest were biting Her Majesty's heart like thousands of insects, Sylvanas's face was not visible at all. He nodded expressionlessly and obediently followed the "floating" in front of him.

When she was a child, she followed her elder sister Aurelia in the jungle of Yongge, so that Her Majesty the Queen could remember one truth: the most important quality for a good hunter is to wait, waiting for the moment when the prey reveals its flaws!

As the pride of the Wind Walker clan, once the Ranger General of Silver Moon City, Sylvanas* Wind Walker is a good hunter... in the abandoned royal court of Lordaeron.

"Her Majesty" sat quietly aside, lowered his head and stared at the "firm determination ring in his hand, as if all his mind was gathering on it.

That absent-minded look seemed to be missing something to others...

This has happened many times, and it is no surprise that Sylvanas has experienced this situation as a soul-preserving undead. For months, this woman has become a purely broken undead, and she looks bored in every meeting.

Neither the Lich Kel Thuzad nor the other three fear demons in the hall took this scene to heart. They did not even put too much attention on "Her Majesty the Queen".

But in fact, Her Majesty the Queen just used this action to hide the resentment and anger that could burst out in her chest at any time.

Everyone in the hall in front of her was her enemy. She was afraid that a look she had inadvertently not had time to hide would probably reveal her true hatred and overwhelming hatred.

A name suddenly came into Sylvanas's ears, causing her to turn her attention from meditation back to reality.

"I haven't heard from Lord Archmond for several months." Deserlock, the leader of the three fearful devils, said as he impatiently stamped the ground with his feet that looked like a goat's hooves: "I'm so annoyed to monitor these rotten undeads! Why are we still staying here?"

The place where everyone was waiting to attend the meeting was the garden of the palace. It was here that Arthas went through to assassinate his father and then brought destruction to his own people. This matter was like three autumns later.

Now, this garden has withered like the people.

“We are responsible for overseeing the land, Deserlock.” Another demon named Barnazar blamed. “Our duty is to make sure that the disaster is ready for action.”

"Yes." The third nodded for the devil of fear, Varimasas, and said in confusion: "Although we should have received some orders now."

Sylvanas couldn't believe what she heard, and she turned to Kel'Thujad with a surprised expression on her face.

"Her Majesty" despised this skeleton pose, just as she despised the Death Knight he served faithfully, but she hid her disgust well.

"The Burning Legion was defeated a few months ago," she asked whispered. "How could they not know?"

"Who knows." The lich replied casually and contemptuously. "But the longer they command, the more the natural disaster will be messed up. If not-"

Kel'Thujad's words were suddenly interrupted, and Sylvanas never thought he would hear such a sound here - it was a door that was shattered.

Both undead looked in the direction of the sound. The three terrifying demon kings roared angrily, and then bent their black webbed wings alertly.

Sylvanas slightly widened her shiny ghostly eyes, and it was Alsace himself who rushed into the door. He rode on the undead horse without a helmet, allowing his long white hair to hang down on his pale face, showing a smile that made Sylvanas hate.

Sylvanas wanted to clench his hands into fists, but the control that Arthas exerted on her only allowed her to move her fingers.

"Hello, terrifying demons."

Arthas' cheerful voice echoed, and the three demons all stared at him, showing great contempt for such arrogance. But the Death Knight didn't care. His face was filled with a bright smile and he spoke a thunderous sentence:

"I have to thank you for managing my kingdom on my behalf when I was on tour. But now I don't need you."

For a moment, the three terrifying demon kings, Deserlock, Banazar and Varimasas, looked at the Death Knight who spoke wildly like a madman.

Then, Banazar woke up and retorted. "This land belongs to natural disasters, and natural disasters belong to the Burning Legion!"

Sylvanas's heart, which had already stopped beating, seemed to be suddenly tightened, and an emotion called expectation and excitement filled his chest.

"Is it going to start?" Her Majesty the Queen thought secretly.

Arthas laughed even more vigorously, his voice with obvious joy. "Not now, the devil. Your master has been defeated. The legion has been destroyed. Now you are not dead."

He sneered and raised the sadness of frost. The runes on the sword's edge were shining and dancing. He pulled the reins tightly, and the skeleton war horse rushed towards the three demons.

"I'm not going to go with you, stupid Death Knight!" Deserlock shouted in resistance.

Nazturem is worthy of being the most good at saving his life, and is even more slippery than the cunning loach.

The Fear Demon Kings were "invincible" faster than the skeleton war horses of Arthas. Before Frost's Sadness was cut down, the Demons had opened the portal and disappeared. The Rune Demon Sword, which had futilely passed through the air, let a frustrated low cry.

Arthas frowned with displeasure, but soon became happy again. Sylvanas knew that he had driven away the Demon King of Fear. It was only a matter of time before they could be killed.

The Death Knight raised his head and faced Sylvanas's eyes. He hooked his fingers and signaled her to go over. Sylvanas was forced to follow the order. Kelthuzad did not need to be forced. He floated happily to his master like a tame loyal dog.

"We know you will return to us, Prince Arthas." said the lich with joy. But Arthas barely gave his loyal servant a look, but only focused on Sylvanas.

"I'm so moved."

The Death Knight said sarcastically: "So, do you know I will come back, our General Sylvanas?"

"Yes."

Sylvanas said coldly. It is true that he must come back, otherwise she will never have a chance to take revenge. He twitched his fingers without feeling satisfied, so Her Majesty the Queen moaned in pain, and suddenly her whole body trembled violently due to the pain in her soul.

"Yes, Prince Alsace!" Her Majesty the Queen added helplessly in a cursed tone, almost gritting her teeth.

"Ah, but you have to call me the king now."

"This is my country after all. I was born to rule this land and will rule the world. As long as--"

Arthas's words came to an abrupt end, strangled his throat in pain and took a deep breath and widened his eyes, his face twisted in pain.

The Death Knight fell on the swordless neck of the war horse Invincible, and his armored hands clamped the reins tightly, and burst into a painful scream.

Sylvanas looked at her, since the nightmare day, when Quel'thalas fell, it was her happiest time. She regarded his pain as slurry and honey. Although she didn't know what had happened to him, Sylvanas enjoyed every second.

It was not until a long time later that Arthas mumbled and raised his head, staring at something that Sylvanas could not see, and then reached out as if he was begging.

"This pain... is unbearable." Arthas almost burst out from his teeth. "What's wrong with me?"

He listened with his ears, as if an inaudible voice was answering him.

"King of Alsace!" Kelthuzad exclaimed, "Do you need help?"

The lich's worries and flattery were once again ignored.

Alsace did not answer immediately, but took a deep breath and then slowly sat up to calm himself down.

"No...no, the pain has passed, but...my power... weakened." The Death Knight's voice was confused. If Sylvanas had a pulsating heart, it would have jumped out of his throat for this sentence.

"Something is not right, I-"

The pain hit again. Before the death knight finished speaking, he twitched again. He leaned back his head, and blue veins burst out from his neck, and Arthas opened his mouth silently and screamed in pain.

Kelthuzad floated anxiously beside his master, like a worried and helpless nanny. Sylvanas just watched all this coldly, his heart full of indescribable pleasure.

A long spasm finally passed.

Arthas climbed off Invincible slowly and carefully, and his boots slipped on the stone slab and fell heavily to the ground. The lich hurried forward and reached out to support Arthas, the self-proclaimed necromancer.

"Send me to the room," Alsace whispered to Kelthuzad, looking like a must-have: "I need a rest-and then prepare for a long trip."

Sylvanas watched Arthas stagger away weakly, and walked towards the room where he had lived since childhood with the help of Kelthuzad.

The curved lips suddenly raised an undetectable curve... (To be continued) q!~!

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