Deceiving the Burning Legion at the beginning: Conquer the heavens for me

This female blood elf is a fire mage. She is good at the fire mage talent, but she is also proficient in other arcane magics, so Thrall specially invited her to come over and cast teleportation spells on Rhodes.

"Excuse me, Ms. Elesis." Thrall said.

"For the glory of Sin'dorei, the eternal sun guides me. Warchief, I will prepare a teleportation spell to teleport you to Ms. Sylvanas in the Undercity." Elesis said.

Now that the blood elves are about to join the tribe, as a blood elf mage specially sent to the tribe, she naturally has to obey the orders of Thrall, the great chief.

Even for a female elf who has lived for more than a thousand years, the teleportation spell across the continent is very laborious to cast and requires a lot of mana.

"Miss Sin'dorei Mage, please give me the coordinates of the Undercity. I will teleport there myself." Rhodes said.

For some reason, Rhodes felt that the female mage in front of him looked familiar, and even her name sounded familiar.

It is very similar to the name of Mana Storm, but it has nothing to do with it. However, I must have heard this name somewhere, otherwise it would not be so familiar.

When the female elf heard this, she didn't mean to refuse at all. She nodded on the spot. If it didn't cost her own mana, then this was a good thing.

As for why Rhodes, a warlock, was proficient in teleportation spells, she didn't bother to ask, nor did she want to know.

"I will connect the coordinates of the two places." The female elf's hands used arcane energy and quickly connected the coordinates of the space between the Undercity and Orgrimmar, as well as the anchor point.

"Okay, you two, you can use teleportation spells now." Elesis Firestorm said.

Rhodes nodded and directly used his space ring. A blue light enveloped him and Leitson, as well as a tied up skeleton with a rag stuffed in its mouth.

The three of them disappeared in an instant and left Orgrimmar.

The Undercity was once the main city of the Kingdom of Lordaeron, and 70% to 80% of the Forgotten people living in it were soldiers of the former Kingdom of Lordaeron, as well as civilians.

There are also a small number of ranger troops, which are the ranger troops that Sylvanas once led.

"Living people? Humans and orcs? There is also an undead." A Forgotten Man holding a black staff, looking pale, and even losing a piece of flesh on his face appeared in front of Rhodes and said.

He was the mage responsible for guarding the space anchor of the Undercity. As soon as the spell anchor was activated, he discovered it and rushed over. After finding out that it was from the tribe, he didn't say much.

Among the members who arrived this time, one was an orc from the tribe and the other was from the alliance. Humanity. Is there another one who is a Forsaken or a natural disaster?

"We are the envoys of the tribe. I am here to pay a visit to the Banshee King on the orders of the great chief Thrall," Leitson said.

Rhodes, who was standing aside, pinched his nose in disgust. Damn it, the smell here is not ordinary. An extremely unpleasant corpse stench floats here.

"Ghost! It's so scary, so scary." Brooke, who was carried on Rhode's shoulders, screamed in horror and looked at the Forsaken Mage in front of him and shouted.

"???" The Forgotten Mage was a little confused. I am a ghost, aren't you?

"Please follow me, and I will take you to see the Queen. She happens to be in the Undercity." The Forgotten Mage had no intention of talking nonsense with Rhodes and others, and took them directly out of the Mage Area towards the Royal Underground Palace.

Soon the group was taken to an underground palace, where some female elves with shining red eyes, dark-grey skin, pointed ears, and cloaks were patrolling. They were Sylvanas' direct troops. Dark Knight.

In addition, there is a large group of troops wearing fine armor and holding long spears, who are watching with eagerness. They are Sylvanas's close and terrifying guards.

"These people came from the main city of the tribe. They said they were ordered by Chief Sal to pay homage to the Queen." The Forgotten Mage who led Rhodes and others said.

"I'm going to inform Her Majesty the Queen." said the dark ranger guarding the door.

I waited for about ten minutes. Under the leadership of a dark ranger, Rhodes, Leitson, and Brooke came to Sylvanas.

Sylvanas is quite tall, about 1.85 meters tall, with long white hair, blood-red eyes, lavender lips, and a black-blue face.

"Say! What's the matter with you?" The Banshee King's voice was very hoarse, with a somewhat terrifying sound effect.

"Ms. Sylvanas, first of all, I would like to say hello to you on behalf of Thrall, the war chief of the tribe. This is Rhodes, my apprentice and a friend of the war chief. He has a very special gift that he wants to give to you. You, please do me a small favor." Leitson stepped forward and said.

"Except for Arthas' head, I don't want any gifts. If the warchief has an order, just say so! The Forsaken will execute it, if the order is reasonable." Sylvanas said.

"Dear Banshee King, you will like this special gift, he, uh!" Rhodes looked at the empty Brooke's position. At this time, the skeleton had already reached Sylvanas's waist. He stared obsessively at a certain private part of the Banshee King.

Sylvanas was still wearing her original Ranger General attire, a simple and cool armor, especially her lower body which looked slightly cool.

Although it is made of iron, it actually only covers important private parts. The entire thigh and navel are exposed.

A certain skeleton was kneeling in front of Sylvanas' cool little armor, his mouth wide open, and then a trace of nosebleed flowed out from the hole in his nostrils.

What a beautiful underwear armor. It’s really great to wear underwear outside.

"You, you are bleeding, your nose is bleeding? How is this possible? Is this some kind of illusion trick?" The Banshee King's eyes suddenly widened.

He grabbed Brooke's afro, lifted him up, and spoke.

However, due to their height, the posture of the two of them is a bit strange now. A huge skull face is looking at Sylvanas with a very lustful expression.

"Beautiful lady, can you give me your underwear?" Brooke said.

"You, do you still have the desire to reproduce for me! This is impossible! The undead don't have that kind of thoughts, we don't have that kind of feeling, let alone that ability." The Banshee King roared.