Sylvanas, with her long pale blonde hair fluttering in the wind behind her head, stood at the front of the line, her long pale blonde hair that had been her signature for more than a thousand years. At this moment, in front www.biquge.info of the elite of more than 10,000 elves, this long pale blonde hair is a symbol, a symbol that has begun to be infinitely deified.

Sylvanas's eyes were brighter than they had been when he had last been a Ranger general, more confident and more determined, like emeralds glittering in the sun. A pair of elf-specific, high-raised eyebrows were full of heroism and stubbornly raised high.

There was no confusion, weakness, and hesitation in her eyes that she had been forced to be a salary thief under the suppression of the Silvermoon Council more than ten years ago, nor did she have the deepest, deep, and helpless tiredness that the rangers remembered.

She wears a Ranger costume. However, this Ranger dress is very different from the traditional Ranger outfit and is full of her personal characteristics.

A dark green cloak, accompanied by fluttering blonde hair in the slightly muddy icy cold wind, hunting sounded.

Two spaulders studded with the fangs of trolls hunted in the Valley of Thorns imbued her with a tribe-like wild demeanor. It was a tribute to the High Elves' hatred, and a symbol of the glory of her constant hunting of trolls for the past decade, the king of the forest.

The entire upper body, except for the bikini breastplate engraved with thunder and lightning runes, is a delicate collarbone and a sexy waist.

The dark green breeches on the lower body, which are very suitable for concealment, are obviously also magic items, but if you look closely, you will see that there is an electric current lingering above.

Ranger Generals, no, after Kael'thas surrendered, and at the moment when the two Ranger Generals themselves were suppressed, Lothama and Haduron, there is no doubt that Sylvanas has become the last hope for these more than 10,000 elves.

She stands straight!

Like a rising flag!

Although everyone saw that she was always at the forefront when she charged, but when everyone was dusty and even covered with scars, her swords, longbows, armor, and ornaments were all new and tidy, and even the long ranger boots were not stained with dust.

Like a proud commander about to attend a military parade, she maintained the perfect appearance that the High Elves wanted to see.

Normally, even if you simply walk through a burning street, you will be contaminated by the ashes of the city. Not to mention that after killing more than a thousand undead creatures, both strong and weak, they can still maintain such a heroic appearance.

This is not only the credit of the power of wind and thunder that surrounds her, but also the ultimate expression of her combat skills.

Suddenly, the elves involuntarily burst into admiration.

After a millennia of intermittent encounters with trolls on the edge of the Eternal Song Forest, and the baptism of the Second Battle of the Dark Gate, the largest ever known battle of the Eastern Kingdom, the once gifted but inexperienced female ranger seems to be looking for the footsteps in history, and has grown up rapidly on the path of the Queen.

A ranger hero, a queen of the forsaken, two completely different and unrelated figures, at this moment seem to cross the boundary wall of history, gradually overlapping, merging into one.

The Sun King Anastrian and the Ranger General Sylvanas, one under the steps in front of the court, the other high up, were in the middle of the gate of the court.

A king who was once on high!

A former exile abandoned by the kingdom!

However, their gazes crossed the length of the staircase, touching each other in mid-air.

Anastrian ignored Kael'thas, who was kneeling on the stairs trembling slightly, and looked down with his cloudy eyes at the rebel who had messed up his plan to surrender.

The Sun King sneered and spoke, his voice filled with sarcasm and disdain: "You object? Why do you oppose it? You have the rare courage to go to great lengths to oppose me, but you still can't stop you and your possible followers' lives from drawing a halt, so what's the point of your opposition?"

Sylvanas held her head high, and her fearless beautiful face shone with the glint of life: "I am against it!" because I am a ranger, and I at least know how to be grateful for the beauty of life. It's not like you, a guy with rotten brains, who will only treat life as a tool that can be trampled on and discarded at will. ”

The Sun King let out a sneer.

"Thanksgiving for life? What is the meaning of such a boring feeling? As long as you are a living being, you must always have the fear of death. Since you can't let go of the fear of death, you should find a way to overcome death itself. O my foolish subjects, since you have decided that death is terrible and miserable, and do not dare to take such a step yourself, you ought to abandon your reason and let me, as your king, decide all this for you. ”

Sylvanas sarcastically said, "Do you think you, who have become so ugly, still have the right to decide to make us as ugly as you? Enough! Anastrian, knowing that your life is gone, can I trouble you not to continue to live in shame. Don't know that you and the people who follow you will not have any salvation in the future, and still uglyly try to attract more people to be buried with you. ”

The Sun King was clearly annoyed by Sylvanas' high-spirited declaration of rebellion.

"You ......"

Sylvanas glanced at Kael'thas, who was still trembling but did not dare to look at her, sighed softly, slowly raised the longbow in his hand, bent the bow and arrow, and pointed the sharp arrow at the high Sun King, pointing at the once noble head, but now it has turned dead gray and ugly.

"Anastrian, you have the right to give up your life, but you have no right to trample on the life and soul of every life-loving elf. By your words, I, Sylvanas* Windranger, declare that I do not recognize the Sunstrider as my king! Therefore, my final advice to you is—Leave to Hell!

The words are sonorous and powerful.

Bit by bit, into the soul.

Every elf, at this moment and every second, felt an incomparably fiery sense of excitement gushing out from the deepest part of the soul, spreading to every corner of the bloodline, igniting every cell of the body.

The irrepressible voice finally turned into an earth-shattering roar.

Thousands of elves shouted in unison, "Get out of hell! filthy undead!"

The Sun King suddenly sighed softly: "A foolish people are foolish people...... Only by giving up life can we 'live' more easily. ”

In the next moment, a light and shadow with thunder had already killed less than an inch in front of his pupils......