Stormwind God

For Sylvanas, death is not terrible.

The terrible thing is that after death, he will serve as a slave to the big enemy with his hands stained with the blood of his fellow men.

The elves are proud, they have a proud history, a splendid magic civilization. Whether it is the beautiful building craftsmanship in Silvermoon City, or the Eversong Forest that allows the elven rangers to enjoy nature and tranquility, it is the eldest inheritance and wealth.

Arthas and his ugly, dirty Scourge that should have been destroyed a trillion times, ruined it all.

It destroyed the splendid inheritance of the elves, trampled the pride of the elves, killed their relatives and friends, and shamelessly enslaved their souls and corpses.

This is an absolutely unforgivable crime!

The immortal arrogance in his heart did not allow Sylvanas to make any compromise in the event of revenge.

However, she saw Lanna Sur, the distinguished councilor of the year, now acting like a mean wife, serving around Arthas. Without giving her a bone, Arthas gained her loyalty and service.

She also saw Anastrian, unable to resist the temptation of eternal life, first loyal to Ner'zhul, then rebelled, and later re-entered Her Majesty the Lich King Arthas, becoming a man who was not as good as a dog.

Sylvanas couldn't accept such a thing, but she also knew that if she changed, under the endless torture and coercion of the soul, maybe her performance would not be much better than these two.

Is she afraid?

Do not!

She is not afraid!

She just made up her mind that if it was the last moment, she would leave the last Thunder Arrow to herself, an arrow that could destroy her body and soul.

She already knew that she might not be able to avenge herself. But at least she would n’t be the poor worm that bowed to the enemy!

Sylvanas's raised golden eyebrows were raised at the maximum angle. In her bright eyes, there seemed to be a group of flames, and a group of gods mixed with thunder and lightning waves exploded.

Compared to the anger and determined will in her heart, the elements around her body are unexpectedly calm.

Even the power of Thunder, known as the most violent in nature, is warm and moist, rushing quietly from the void, and Baichuan flows into her body like a sea.

"Duke, I'm sorry! It's ridiculous, it's only at this time that it breaks through." It's as if sighing, it's farewell!

Arthas's embarrassment on his face receded, and he turned to an appreciation.

Because at this moment Sylvanas had broken through herself. This method of marking each element with its own mark indicates that Sylvanas has progressed from the bottom demigod to the middle level in the demigod.

Unfortunately, to Arthas, who stands on top of demigod, she is not enough.

"Hey! With this perseverance and growth, you are qualified to become the No. 2 leader of the Scourge." Arthas's lips curled up: "I have not forgotten the hatred of the past, Duke grabbed my woman The hatred of my arm, the hatred of my arm, and the hatred of my waist. This is not to be reported. Because, this is my dignity as the Lich King ... Hehe! I really look forward to seeing it when Duke sees him Women have become the expressions of the undead. "

How terrible is a mid-level demigod's life-threatening blow?

This is difficult to estimate.

Arthas is not afraid, but he will consider the next confrontation with Duke. It's a good deal to be able to turn Duke's arms and lover into his help and incidentally hit Duke's heart.

If it was Arthas before the final fall, he would probably dismiss it. After he killed his father Terenas and master Uther, all the ethics in the world are no longer a reason to restrict his actions.

A glacial river burst open at the feet of Arthas, and his left foot lightly lifted. Arthas' body rose into the air. In the air, his beloved horse [Invincible] had rushed out of the void and caught Al Saas.

At this time, Alsace had changed back to a standard death knight.

Before his death, [Invincible] was Lordaeron's great warhorse. The invincibility that became the undead horse after his death was even enhanced by the shocking world. When it spread its four-hoof rushing, it was as fast as lightning.

As soon as Sylvanas's bow was pulled halfway, Arthas killed him.

fast!

too fast!

Mixed with the invincible impact of [Invincible], if the horrible sword that can split the sky and the sky fall suddenly.

The atmosphere is shaking!

Elements are shaking!

Space is buzzing!

Sylvanas, who had no time to finish the action, had no choice but to lift [Solidar] up. She had an artifact bow, not an artifact sword. Even if [Solidar] naturally has melee properties, it is a pity that it only serves a dual purpose.

Bow, always bow!

Sylvanas has foreseen that her long-cherished artifact bow will be smashed in the next instant confrontation. The terrible [Frostmourning] will break her into a corpse after breaking through this trivial resistance. .

A walking dead enslaved by the evil Lich King.

Nearly solidifying at this time, Sylvanas despaired to find that she couldn't even give her the last arrow.

It was white in front of me.

In the hoarfrost was the sad roar of hundreds of millions of injustices, and after that, it was Alsace's frantic face mixed with his frown.

Obviously it was an instant that could not be sent. At the end of the day, Sylvanas' mind turned to the words: "Duke ... I'm sorry ... I'm too wayward!"

The priest has a trick called [Desperate Prayer].

Sylvanas didn't believe that. Once she only believed in herself, but if God gave her a chance to do it again, she would choose to trust Duke.

If prayer in despair is useful, pray once.

Sylvanas' tears flew in the air, and with her last strength she called out a name affectionately: "Duke"

She did not expect an echo.

However, time and time again and again and again, there is always someone in this world who will never let her down. That man is naturally her only companion, Duke Marcus.

"Come on!" With this slightly mischievous and a bit murmurous voice, one hand stretched out in the portal that opened behind Queen Greek and slammed Sylvanas in.

The famous [Frostmourne] split the gap, Arthas couldn't believe his eyes.

Behind him and [Invincible], a pair of Tatars appeared in another portal.

Looking at the familiar face, Sylvanas couldn't believe it. Her trembling golden eyebrows betrayed her strong calm face. She reached out and rubbed Duke's face, and tentatively asked: ? "