Starting from World of Warcraft, the wind swept the world

Azeroth, another timeline.

This year the time is already the door of darkness... Well, there is no Dark Gate, and the biggest difference between this timeline and the main timeline is that the orcs did not come at all.

However, although the orcs did not come to change many events, some events still could not be changed.

For example, the rise of the Calamity Legion, in this catastrophe, the destructive power of the Cataclysm Legion is even more terrifying than the original timeline, and almost half of the world is tormented by the Lich King's reign of terror.

At that time, there was no pressure from the orcs, the so-called alliance was only a non-existent force, and it was not until the end of the war that the kings and nobles with their own ghosts united to unite the dwarven clans and the kingdom of Quirsalas to attack the Icecap Fortress under the name of the descendants of Arathao.

And after the death of the Lich King, the other half of the world was not spared.

Without the Salvation Shaman and his Earth Ring organization, the sudden attack of Deathwing was a blow to the last remaining people of Azeroth.

At the same time, under the conspiracy of Deathwing, the king of Otrank has completely trusted himself as the "loyal" Lord Presto, and has begun to secretly use talents recommended by the Black Dragon King.

The Eastern Kingdom, the former capital of the Kingdom of Lordaren, is now in the Dark City.

The Banshee King Sylvanas sat lazily on his throne, casually asking his minister, "Veronara, do you really believe that they will accommodate us?" Once

a Quirrharas Ranger, now a Dark Ranger, Veronara has always been known among his colleagues as a ruthless "Black Rose", but in front of this Banshee King who saved her, she is still a little restrained.

"After all, it is the great enemy. She stole a glance at Sylvanas, the ruler of the kingdom, still as elegant as ever, even though her once life-filled smooth skin turned gray. The long hair that once shone with a golden color withered and dull. Those originally radiant blue-gray eyes were now scarlet like a smoldering charcoal.

"Yes, the enemy is now. Sylvanas sighed, "The Demon Servants, the Deathwing and his cultists, and even the elemental creatures, they all have ambitions for this world.

Sylvanas picked up the perfume on the side and tossed it to Veronara, "But the whole world, except for the goblins, they still regard us victims as enemies, monsters."

Veronara's sturdy hands naturally did not cause the perfume to fall to the ground, and she skillfully sprayed it on her body to cover up the somewhat rotten smell of her body.

"Goblin's latest offering. She thought to herself.

"Now they actually recognize that we are one of them, that we are the inhabitants of this world, that we have the right to live in the sun, that we have the obligation to join them in resisting the crisis facing the world?" I'm really impressed. Sylvanas' scarlet eyes seemed to have a glint of essence.

Feeling the power of the banshee's wail, Veronara was unmoved, even though the nearby environment had become a mess in her wail.

"When I became the Forsaken, none of the Salas were willing to accept my friendship, as if I, the ranger general who had died protecting them, were worthless. Veronara noticed that she only had a letter in her hand, but it was quickly put in a candle by Sylvanas, and burned clean by the fire.

Veronara did not speak, she was also one of the rangers who died during the Alsatian invasion, and she was also a member of the monsters known to outsiders.

She also understood how Sylvanas felt.

"As a result, now, my sister. Sylvanas returned from his somewhat gaffe to his usual appearance, "Oh, should I call General Ranger, she said she missed me?"

Sylvanas scoffed at this, she longed for affection, she also wanted to see her sister and sister again, but definitely not in this kind of plot.

"I am already a dead man, and I should have ended my cursed life long before Alsace died. Sylvanas said, "But what do you do, as humans intend, give them cannon fodder, and when they run out, they will abandon them, and continue to shout and kill?"

Veronara thought to herself that Sylvanas had never been associated with the title of loving soldiers and being benevolent, and that she was notoriously ruthless when she was alive, and this ruthlessness meant that she would stop at nothing to achieve her ends.

Veronara didn't hate the feeling, she knew she might be just precious arrows, but as Sylvanas said, they should have died a long time ago.

They live because the Banshee King keeps them useful, that's all.

But this is a misunderstanding, and Sylvanas' attitude towards the forgotten is ambivalent.

On the one hand, she was a little unscrupulous, which made the Salas who had died with her fully feel: yes, sure enough, she still used us as arrows.

But on the other hand, her sense of responsibility and protection for the forgotten make the forgotten feel the warmth of a long absence, especially now that the family once regarded them as monsters, these also dead "families" and the "parents" of Sylvanas are particularly valuable.

"I didn't believe them, and they knew I didn't believe them, but they still pretended to believe in us so that we could be cannon fodder." Sylvanas waved his hand, as if to dispel some filthy filthy breath, "If it weren't for the threat of Deathwing, I would really like to destroy them with the plague and make them like us." "

I hope that when you also become cursed undead creatures, you can also stand on the moral high ground and point to your compatriots: Why don't you monsters die!?

Veronara realized her mistake as soon as she finished speaking, for the sake of Azeroth, what does Azeroth look like have to do with their forgotten ones

, they are dead, they live to avenge the Lich King and obey the Banshee King, just like the former Great Apothecary, if he hadn't betrayed the Banshee King and colluded with the demon, he would have become a hero of the Forgotten at this time.

After all, he injured the Lich King with a special plague.

"Yes, for Azeroth. Sylvanas nodded, which shocked Veronara, but she didn't say anything, she just quietly waited for her to follow.

"Deathwing must die, but I will not let the forgotten give the mad dragon a burial. Sylvanas promised Veronara: "I will be gone for a while, and when I return, I will bring new allies, and the affairs of the forgotten during this time will be managed by you." "

Don't let me down, don't let the forgotten become pawns. "Especially don't get caught up in the grandeur of the league."

Veronara's mind flashed one answer after another.

Dwarves, humans, blood elves, night elves...

They are located in the north and south, but the only thing they have in common is that they are almost all monsters.

She categorically denied these answers.

Veronara pondered.