For Sylvanas, death was not terrible.

The terrible thing is that after death, he has to serve the great enemy whose hands are stained with the blood of his compatriots like a slave.

Elves are proud, they have a great history to be proud of, a splendid and long magical civilization. Whether it is the beautiful construction craftsmanship in Silvermoon City, or the eternal song forest that allows elven rangers to enjoy nature and tranquility, they are the greatest inheritance and wealth of elves.

Arthas and his ugly, filthy, and deserving Scourge legion that should have been destroyed a trillion times ruined all of this.

Destroyed the elves' glorious legacy, trampled on the elves' pride, killed their relatives and friends, and shamelessly enslaved their souls and bodies.

This is an unforgivable crime!

The undying pride in his heart did not allow Sylvanas to make any compromises on the matter of revenge.

However, she saw Lannasser, the honorable councillor of the past, now like a lowly prostitute, serving around Arthas. Arthas didn't even give her a single bone, but he gained her loyalty and service.

She also saw Anastrian, unable to resist the temptation of eternal life, who first pledged his allegiance to Neozu, then rebelled, and then once again joined the Lich King Arthas, becoming a man who was inferior to a dog.

Sylvanas couldn't accept such a thing, but she also knew that if she was replaced, under that kind of endless soul torture and coercion, maybe she wouldn't perform much better than these two.

Is she scared?

No!

She's not afraid!

She had only made up her mind that if it came to the last moment, she would keep the last thunderbolt for herself, an arrow that could destroy her body and soul.

She already knew that she might not be able to take revenge herself. But at least she won't be the wretched creature who grovels down to serve her enemies!

Sylvanas's furious golden eyebrows were raised at the greatest angle, and in her bright eyes, there seemed to be a flame of flame, a mixture of thunder and lightning.

Compared to the fury and determination in her heart, the elements around her body were unexpectedly calm.

Even the power of thunder, which is known as the most violent in nature, is as warm as water, coming quietly from the void, and hundreds of rivers flow into her body like a sea.

"Duke, I'm sorry! It's ridiculous that I broke through at such a time. "It's like sighing, but also saying goodbye!

The hideousness on Arthas's face receded, and it turned to an appreciation.

Because Sylvanas is at this moment, she has already broken through herself. This imprint of each drop of the element marks its own, signaling that Sylvanas has progressed from the bottom demigod to the middle level of the demigod.

Unfortunately, in the eyes of Arthas, who stood at the top of the demigod realm, she was far from enough.

"Hehe, with this perseverance and growth alone, you are qualified to become the second leader of the Scourge Legion. The corners of Arthas's mouth curled: "I haven't forgotten the hatred of the past, Duke's revenge for robbing my woman, breaking my arm, and cutting off my waist, this can't go unpunished." Because that's my dignity as the Lich King...... I'm looking forward to seeing Duke's face when he sees his women all become undead. ”

How terrible is the life-threatening blow of a mid-level demigod?

This is difficult to estimate.

Arthas is not afraid, but he will consider the next showdown with Duke. It makes a lot of money to be able to turn Duke's arms and lover into his help, and blow Duke's heart by the way.

If it was Arthas before the final fall, he might have disdained it, and after he killed his father Terenus and his master Uther, all human ethics were no longer a reason to restrain his actions.

A river of ice suddenly burst open at Arthas's feet, and with a slight tap of his left foot, Arthas's body rose into the air, and in mid-air, his beloved horse [Invincible] had already rushed out of the void and caught Arthas at once.

At this time, Arthas has turned back into a standard death knight.

In his lifetime, [Invincible] was the great war horse of Lordaeron. After death, he became invincible to the undead horse, and he was even more shockingly enhanced. When it spread its hooves and ran wildly, it was as fast as lightning.

Sylvanas's bow was halfway drawn when Arthas struck him.

Fast!

It's so fast!

Mixed with the indomitable impact of [Invincible], it was like a terrifying sword that could split the heavens and the earth.

The atmosphere is shaking!

The elements are trembling!

The space is buzzing!

Sylvanas, who didn't have time to finish the action, had no choice but to lift [Solidar] high. In her hand was an artifact bow, not an artifact sword. Even though [Solidar] naturally has melee attributes, it's a pity that it's only a dual-purpose function.

Bows, always bows!

Sylvanas had foreseen that her incomparably cherished artifact longbow would be shattered in the next moment's encounter, and the terrible Frost Sorrow would turn her into a corpse in an instant after breaking through this insignificant resistance.

A walking corpse enslaved by the evil Lich King.

As time froze, Sylvanas found himself desperate that he couldn't even give herself the last arrow.

It was snow-white in front of me.

The hoarfrost was filled with the mournful roar of billions of unjust souls, and behind that was the rampant and hideous face of Arthas.

It was already a moment, but at the end, Sylvanas's heart turned with this sentence: "Duke...... I'm sorry...... It's me who is too headstrong!"

The priest has a trick called "Desperate Prayer".

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

If prayer in despair helps, then pray once.

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

She didn't expect an echo.

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

"Come on!" With this slightly mischievous and slightly chattering voice, a hand suddenly reached out from the portal that opened behind Queen Xi, and pulled Sylvanas inside.

The famous [Frost Sorrow] slashed through the air, and Arthas couldn't believe his eyes.

Behind him and Invincible, a pair of beautiful people appeared in another portal.

Looking at that familiar face, Sylvanas couldn't believe it, her trembling golden eyebrows betrayed her forced composure face, she reached out and rubbed Duke's face, and asked tentatively, "Duke?"