Stormwind God

A light-golden long hair was scattered behind her head, and Sylvanas fluttered in the wind, standing at the forefront of the team. Her long, light-golden hair has been her mark for the past thousand years. At this moment, in the presence of more than 10,000 elves, this pale gold hair is a symbol, a symbol that is beginning to be infinitely deified.

Sylvanas' eyes were brighter, more confident, and more determined than when he was the Ranger General the last time, like an emerald shining in the sun. A pair of elf-specific long raised eyebrows filled with British spirit, stubbornly raised high.

In her eyes there was no confusion, weakness and hesitation forced to be a salary thief under the repression of the Silvermoon Council ten years ago, nor was there the deepest, deepest, and helplessness in the memory of the Rangers. The color of tiredness.

She is wearing a ranger costume. However, this ranger costume is completely different from the traditional ranger costume, full of her personal characteristics.

A dark green cloak, accompanied by blond hair drifting in the slightly cloudy cold wind, hunted.

Two shoulder armor studded with the troll fangs hunted in the Stranglethorn Vale filled her with a wild attitude similar to the tribe. That was to commemorate the hatred of the high elves, and also the glory of her hunting trolls for the past ten years, the symbol of the King of the Forest.

In addition to the bikini breastplate engraved with lightning runes, the entire upper body is a delicate clavicle and **** waist.

The dark green breeches that are suitable for hiding are obviously magic items, but if you look closely, you will find a current lingering above.

Ranger General, no, surrendered at Kael'thas, and under the suppression of two Ranger Generals named Lor'themar and Hadullon, Sylvanas has undoubtedly become the last hope of these 10,000 elves .

She stands upright!

Like a rising banner!

Although everyone saw that she always rushed to the front when charging, but when everyone was in the dust, even when she was covered with scars, her sabre, long bow, armor, and accessories were all brand new. Nothing was tidy, not even the long Ranger boots were stained with dust.

She is like a proud commander who is about to attend the parade, maintaining the perfect look that the high elves want to see.

Normally, even walking through the burning streets will be contaminated by the ashes of the city. Not to mention that after killing strong or weak and over a thousand undead creatures, you can still maintain such a heroic posture.

This is not only due to the wind and thunder force that surrounds her, it is also the ultimate expression of her fighting skills.

Suddenly, the elves involuntarily sounded a compliment.

After thousands of years of intermittent confrontation with the trolls on the edge of the Eversong Forest, and the baptism of the second largest Dark Gate War ever in Eastern Kingdoms mainland, the once talented but lacking experienced female ranger seemed to be looking Following the footsteps in history, he grew rapidly on the Queen's road.

A ranger hero, a queen of the forgotten, two completely different and irrelevant figures, at this moment seem to cross the boundaries of history, gradually overlap and merge into one.

Sun King Anastrian and Ranger General Sylvanas, one under the steps in front of the king's court, and one above him, located in the middle of the gate of the king's court.

A king who once stood high!

An exile who was once abandoned by the kingdom!

However, their gazes crossed the length of the stairs and touched each other in mid-air.

Anastrian ignored Kael'thas, who was kneeling on the steps, trembling slightly, and looked down with his muddy eyeballs, 'looking' at this rebel who had made his plan to fall a mess.

The Sun King sneered and spoke, with a strong sarcasm and disdain in his voice: "Do you oppose? Why do you oppose? You have the rare courage to put up your heart and try to oppose me, but still cannot stop you and your possible The life of a follower has a rest, so what's the point of your opposition? "

Sylvanas raised her head high, and her beautiful face with no fear moved the flash of life: "I oppose! Because I am a ranger, and I at least know how to be thankful for the beauty of life. Not like you Guys with corrupted heads can only regard life as a tool that they can trample on and discard at will. "

The sun king laughed.

"Thank you for life? What is the meaning of this boring feeling? As long as you are a creature, you must always have the fear of death. Since you cannot give up the fear of death, then you should find a way to overcome death itself. My stupid subjects Ah! Now that you think death is terrible and miserable, and you dare not take this step yourself, then you should abandon your reason and let me, your king, decide all of this for you. "

Sylvanas ironically said, "Let you decide? Do you think you have become so ugly, and do you have the qualifications to make us as ugly as you? Enough! Anastrian, Ming Knowing that your life is gone, can you bother you not to continue to exist recklessly. Not to mention knowing yourself and those who follow you, there will be no redemption in the future, and you will still ugly try to pull more people to bury you. "

The Sun King was clearly enraged by Sylvanas's manifestation of rebellion.

"you……"

Sylvanas glanced at her trembling, but did not dare to look at her Kael'thas, and with a sigh, slowly lifted the long bow in her hand, bent the bow and arrow, and pointed the sharp arrow at the high The Sun King, pointing at the once noble head, has now become a dead gray, ugly head.

"Anastrian, you have the right to give up your life, but you do not have the right to trample the life and soul of every life-loving elf. In your words, my Sylvanas Windrunner is here Announce that I don't recognize the "Sunrider" as my King! So, my last piece of advice to you is to go to hell! The undead! "

Word by word, powerful.

Bit by bit, Qin entered the soul.

Every elf, at this moment, every minute, and every second, felt an extremely fierce excitement gushing from the deepest part of the soul, spreading to every corner of the blood, igniting every cell of the body.

The unstoppable voice finally turned into a shocking roar

Thousands of elves, shouting in unison: "Go to hell! Dirty undead!"

The King of the Sun suddenly sighed softly: "Fools are fools ... you must give up your life to live more easily."

The next moment, a touch of light and shadow with thunder had already hit him less than an inch before his pupil ...