Rise of the blood elves

290【Then how are you going to stop me】

South of Holy Light Monastery, in a hidden forest.

Demonic corpses lay all over the ground, ranging from powerful eredar warlocks to ordinary demon guards. Without exception, they were all accurately hit on the head by a dilapidated and old Farstrider arrow that was filled with necromantic energy. , died on the spot.

Half of the demons' faces still maintained the dazed look they had before death, apparently not realizing the danger was coming.Although the second half reacted, it was too late to dodge this life-threatening arrow.

A tall woman wearing a cloak and a hood walked slowly towards a big tree with elegant steps. She also held a strong bow in her hand, and her slender fingers tapped the bow handle rhythmically, saying " "Click, click, click" sound.

Careless and extremely casual.

Just like shooting those dozens of powerful demon elites, it was not difficult for her at all.

The broken cloak, which had been covered in blood and lost its original color, had distinct characteristics of the high elves, and the emblem of the Farstrider Ranger of Quel'Thalas was embroidered on the back shoulder.

The breeze blew, the cloak fluttered, and the perfection that was originally covered was revealed.

She wore extremely light, close-fitting light armor, with her slender waist and slender, round legs exposed.Due to years of training, she has a perfect and sexy buttocks. When she moves, her tight thigh muscles do not tremble due to excess fat.

She was like a panther walking in the forest, ready to feast on its prey, dangerous yet extremely alluring.

She stood still in front of the big tree and looked coldly at the creature in front of her.Although the skin color has turned gray, the eyes are scarlet, and the expression is chilling, this does not reduce the stunning feeling of the beautiful face in the slightest, but makes it even more strange and beautiful.

She said softly:

"It's not easy to catch you, Nasrezim."

The voice was cold and cold, as if coming from the Nine Netherworld Prison.

A huge Dread Demon half-knelt in front of a tree, its limbs pierced by sharp arrows, its hands nailed to the tree trunk, and its knee-like legs were fixed to the ground by an arrow shooting through the thigh and calf respectively.

The necromantic energy that surged from the arrow bound the Dread Lord.It seemed like he was carrying an old injury, so no matter how hard he struggled, he just couldn't break free.

"Sylvanas"

The Dread Lord raised his head, his eyes full of fear.

"There will be no one who knows how to use necromancy to control the undead better than Nasrezim. Forgive me, I am willing to be loyal to you and assemble an unimaginable army of undead for you to complete your revenge. "

Under the cover of the hood, Sylvanas's lips curved into a sarcastic smile:

"Varimathras, even if you die, you can return to the Twisting Nether to reshape your body. Why do I feel that your motives are not so pure? I don't think so if you are afraid of death."

Varimathras was stunned upon hearing this.

"But I do need your ability. Since you can control these undead, then do me a small favor." As she said that, Sylvanas pulled out a strange-looking dagger from her waist.

It had a wheel-shaped blade, and the gauntlet was actually an eye that was spinning around. After looking around for a moment, it suddenly focused on Varimathras.

It seemed that due to the appearance of this dagger, the forest was suddenly filled with extremely rich shadow energy, and indistinguishable whispers also sounded from unknown places.

Varimathras's pupils shrank, he became inexplicably frightened, and he cowered:

"what are you going to do"

Sylvanas stared at the dagger in her hand, as if listening to its whisper. After a while, she smiled evilly and stabbed Varimathras in the chest.

"puff"

The tough breastplate of the Dread Lord was penetrated by the short sword like a block of tofu.Strangely, despite the ominous light flickering, not a drop of blood flowed out, as if it was all absorbed by this terrifying dagger.

For a time, the dark whispers became clearer and louder, gradually resounding through the forest.

Varimathras's body was shaking and he had lost consciousness.

"Of course, to make sure that you are loyal to me as you said you would be," Sylvanas said softly.

Da da da

There was the distant sound of boots on dry grass.

Sylvanas turned around, snorted coldly after seeing the person clearly, and said as if she had expected:

"It's you I knew you were coming."

"Ms. Sylvanas, I have to say that you have shattered my last expectation for you."

The one who spoke found Angmar here through the soul imprint that Sylvanas left in her spiritual space.

Seeing Sylvanas attacking Varimathras with Xal'atath, how could Angmar still not understand?

Everything is as expected.

It was Sylvanas who recovered her body and attacked Archbishop Faol and took away this ominous blade.

It's just that what she did was more perfect than Angmar thought. It seemed that she wanted to use the Blade of the Dark Empire to control Varimathras, and then control his undead army to fight against Arthas.

"expect"

Sylvanas released the hilt of her sword, stood up, and looked at Angmar with interest.

"What to expect"

Face to face, the perfect figure of the Banshee King is clearly revealed.The towering chest, flat belly, and that delicate face all exude a breathtaking and fatal beauty.

Angmar sighed and said in a deep voice: "Even though we have different positions, I thought we were on the same side before removing the Lich King. Now, you are coveting a power that does not belong to you. "

"yes"

Sylvanas laughed noncommittally, stepped forward slowly, looked sideways at Angmar from a close distance, and exhaled softly:

"Then how are you going to stop me? Do you think you can say Sylvanas to me and give it to me, and then I will obediently offer Xal'atath with both hands?"

Before Angmar could answer, she continued: "That stupid guy can't use the power of Xal'atath. He actually wants to use this artifact to help the undead get rid of the control of the Lich King. It's inefficient and idiotic. It's a busy day. After many months, I have only rescued dozens of undead souls. Huh, how stupid I am."

As he spoke, Angmar noticed that about dozens of undead appeared at the edge of the forest, but Sylvanas did not take precautions and remained as careless as ever.

Angmar looked around and found that none of the undead seemed to be controlled by the Lich King, nor did they seem to be under the control of Xal'atath, so he couldn't help but ask:

"They are the freed undead"