Blood Elf Prince of Warcraft

The undead do not need to rest, Sylvanas and her team have been marching day and night for several days.

They searched for all the people they could gather, not sparing any broken village.

After a long period of action, the gaps between Sylvanas' skin and armor have become sticky and disgusting. That is the substance discharged from her body by arcane energy.

She couldn't wait to find a clean water source to wash her body, but the lake that appeared in her sight disappointed her again.

Lake Darrowmere, the lake water that the undead said was like a silver moon is no longer clear, and the putrid smell wafting out is enough to prove that a large number of dead bodies and filth are buried in this lake.

"Your Majesty, I'm sorry."

An undead wearing purple mage robes bowed to apologize to Sylvanas. He was Apothecary Faranir, a mage from Dalaran in his lifetime.

This human mage was crushed by a boulder when Dalaran was about to die. Some of his vertebrae were broken. Although he was teleported out with serious injuries, he was eventually killed by the demons.

But the injuries after his resurrection also left him in a bent posture forever. Due to his low strength, Faranir was left in Lordaeron by Arthas.

Sylvanas discovered his unprecedented talent in poison and regarded him as a confidant.

"It doesn't matter, Faranir, I had expected it to turn out like this."

She glanced at Lake Darrowmere with a little regret, and then continued moving forward with the team.

This once fertile land has completely changed due to the plague and the raging undead. The dim and withered weeds are struggling tenaciously, and the harmful orange mist is like a layer of entity floating on the dark and filthy soil.

Sylvanas saw a towering road sign - Darrow County.

For some reason, she felt a very familiar breath coming from inside.

"Let's go in!"

She led the way into the ruins.

The undead dispersed and searched for their companions as usual, but this time they found no trace of the 'living' undead except for the exposed bones.

The souls wandering in the ruins ignored the frenzied attacks of the enemy and ourselves, allowing them to rule out the possibility of companions.

However, there was still a skeleton mage who successfully discovered Pamela hiding in the hut - this little ghost with clear eyes and retained the wisdom of her life.

Sylvanas followed the guide to the hut, and she looked down at Pamela.

"who are you?"

The tone was unusually soft.

Although most of the undead today are corpse monsters walking in the world, which are completely different from ghosts, Sylvanas will not refuse the addition of ghosts.

"Pamela Redpath, sister, you are finally here."

Pamela hugged her doll, her eyes sparkling.

Kael'thas said that Sylvanas was not the queen yet, so she called her sister without much thought: "Someone told me that you can help me find my father, right?"

She didn't say 'god', and Kael'thas' persuasion didn't seem to be very effective.

"I'll help you find your father...who told you?"

Sylvanas' expression gradually became serious. She never underestimated any detail.

Who knew her route, who wanted to frame her—if she hadn't been alert to these things, Sylvanas would have died at the hands of the two fear lords.

"I can't tell you now."

However, Pamela timidly looked at the undead who entered the house, and rationally chose to hide it.

She was afraid that Kael'thas would be angry and that no one would help her in the end.

"You have to help me find my father first."

She persisted.

Sylvanas' ability to sense soul fluctuations did not sound an alarm. In her eyes, Pamela never harbored any malice.

【Do you want to help? 】

She thought deeply.

In fact, although the power is very small, Sylvanas has already arranged internal agents around the two Dread Lords, so she is very aware of their movements.

At least she was sure that the Dreadlords weren't heading out of the city to attack her—the two demons didn't take her seriously.

It's even less possible for people in the outside world, they don't even know her original identity.

This means that even if someone tells Pamela to set a trap, the other party's strength will not pose a threat to her now, but will instead let Sylvanas know more information.

What she lacks most now is information.

"Where is your father?"

So Sylvanas asked tentatively.

But there is no definite answer to this question.

"I do not know either."

The little ghost shook his head sadly.

She began to talk about past memories.

Back in the days when the plague was raging, Darrow County was still a peaceful and happy place.

A group of Silver Hand paladins and a militia led by Joseph Redpath, Pamela's father, worked together to fight against the undead.

Amid the wave after wave of undead invasions, the defenders of Darrow County fought fiercely and tenaciously defended the town.

However, as the battle continued, Joseph's will was suddenly torn apart by black magic, and his soul twisted into an evil shadow.The corrupted Joseph spread his evil power to the garrison of Darrowshire, and those infected soldiers immediately betrayed their compatriots and began to slaughter them.

In the end, they even turned to Daron County and massacred their relatives and friends who were hiding at home, including Pamela.

In this way, Daron County disappeared from the world forever, but Pamir remembered her father's words that asked her to wait for his return before the battle, and stayed in the house to wait silently.

She always heard the wailing sounds coming from outside, so she didn't even dare to go out to pick up the dolls that fell in the ruins.

"Isn't your father right outside?"

Sylvanas naturally did not hear about the doll. She analyzed from the story that Joseph probably stayed in Darrow County.

"No, he's not here."

But Pamela's face turned gloomy: "My father turned into an evil monster and left...Sister, can you help me find him and bring him back?"

Her face looked like she was about to cry.

Weak and fragile worries can do nothing.

Sylvanas didn't know why she could understand the unwillingness and desire in her heart. She hesitated and finally stretched out her hand.

"Come with me!"

Still agreed.

This is actually very difficult, because Joseph has probably followed Arthas to Northrend and will not appear in Lordaeron again.

But no matter what, Sylvanas wanted to give this girl a little hope.

"No, I'm not leaving."

But Pamela again refused.

She was afraid of the outside world, and even more worried that Joseph would come back while she was away.

"I promised my father that I would wait for him in the house. He would be sad if he couldn't find me."

This is her reason.

Sylvanas could not persuade her to leave, and after staying for half an hour, she reluctantly led the team out of Darrow County.

"Your Majesty, are we really going to find that man named Joseph?"

Walking on the dark road covered with weeds, Faranir arched his back and raised his head as hard as he could, staring at Sylvanas riding the skeleton horse.

"As long as he's on my property and on my road, I'll find him."

The silver-haired female ranger answered him in a cold tone.

Her pale body was covered by black armor, but it could not block the warm radiance radiating from the bottom of her heart.

Both cold and warm, unwavering in her choice and path, this is the Queen of the Undead that Faranir respects from the bottom of her heart.

He knew Jaina during his lifetime, but when Dalaran was destroyed, both humans and mages gave him great disappointment - only Sylvanas, the woman who saved all the undead in the darkest place, was the only one in the world. The most worthy of allegiance.

Her glory will never be overshadowed by two cowardly demons.

-

"Almost failed."

In the Sunwell, Kael'thas breathed a long sigh of relief when he saw Sylvanas leaving.

Pamela did not act according to his instructions, which made him think that he had failed for a while, but in the end he barely succeeded, and his identity was not noticed by other undead.

But this was done too simply, and it seems that the subsequent steps need to be carried out more carefully.

The Sunwell enchants Wrath of the Stars very quickly, but it will still take some time, just enough for him to continue to enrich the 'false trials'.

Before taking the next step, however, Kael'thas noticed a new visitor.

"come in!"

He let the person waiting outside come in and found that this person was the Master Wang family whom he had met last time.

"Did something happen to that demon?"

Kael'thas still remembers his last report, so it is estimated that what happened this time has something to do with Kazak.

This mage is the one responsible for imprisoning and interrogating Kazak.

"Report to Your Highness, it finally revealed the information about the Dragon King's Blade."

The mage reported happily: "We now know the whereabouts of one of the fragments."

Kael'thas was stunned.

"where?"

His face changed slightly and he asked calmly.

"Swamp of Sorrows, specific area unknown."

The answer he received was beyond Kael'thas' expectations.

Swamp of Sorrows is right next to the Blasted Lands, and borders Deadwind Pass - but now a human garrison.

Most of the human troops that had withdrawn from the Cursed Land remained there, so now it was difficult for the elves to make a big move.

[We need to search for some suitable candidates. 】

Kael'thas' thoughts were flashing in his mind, and he continued to ask calmly: "Is this news reliable?"

"Nothing is lost."

The mage nodded and said confidently: "We are monitoring its soul and can be sure that it did not lie about this location."

The abilities of elf mages have always been very versatile and guaranteed to be accurate.

"Where are the other fragments?"

Kael'thas asked again.

Since it is said to be fragments, there must be more than one.

But would Kazak tell other locations so simply?

Now just looking at the elf mage's stiff face, the result is self-evident.

It will definitely be difficult to find out the whereabouts of other fragments.