Blood Elf Prince of Warcraft

Lake Lordamere glows with silvery white waves at night.

In the plague-ridden Lordaeron, only this huge inland lake still maintains its original beauty.

A long procession of undead walked up the lakeshore from the ruins of Lordaeron. This scene was imprinted in the magical illusion in front of the Sunwell.

The reason why Kael'thas quickly cut off communication with Solanlian was because he accepted Sylvanas' invitation.

The Queen of the Undead seemed to have something to show him.

A team composed of bones and putrid abominations walked in the dark land. Sylvanas took Pamela and Onyxia side by side.

Both she and the Black Dragon Princess knew the purpose of their actions at this moment, but others did not.

Above Lake Lordamre, in a corner of Tirisfal Glades, is a cemetery where countless undead wander.

"Conquer them!"

Sylvanas gave instructions to the people behind her, and then led Pamela into the cemetery.

She walked around a few times and finally found the skeleton with broken legs.

That's him - the person she wants to find.

"who are you?"

The little skeleton Pamela jumped off the skeleton horse and walked up to the skeleton with a broken leg and asked.

Not only did this skeleton have a broken leg, but the bones on its body also bore deep scars - this indicated that he had made great contributions to the Lich King.

"Dallion...little guys, where are you going?"

The same answer years later.

In the history that Sylvanas knew, the Alliance would soon occupy Silverpine Forest, and then continue a tug-of-war with the undead in Lordaeron for several years.

A few years later, the undead retreated toward the Western Plaguelands—and this skeleton was a small accident they encountered on the way.

"We are collecting our companions to the north, you should come too!"

Pamela answered the skeleton's question with a smile.

This is the superficial meaning of Sylvanas's trip tonight. She told her subordinates that she would go north at night to collect a group of new companions to transform their new city, Undercity.

The Undercity is also Lordaeron, but the Undercity is not the same as Lordaeron.

It will be built under the ruins of Lordaeron and will be a huge underground city.

"north?"

Dallion's eyes flashed red, and he took a few steps forward excitedly: "Please be sure to take me, a loser, with you."

With his legs broken, it is obviously difficult for him to walk independently, and it is even impossible for him to join the undead.

"Take him!"

But Sylvanas still ordered the others to take Darion with them.

After completing the work of conquering the cemetery, the undead continued to move north.

The young Pamela always had extra sympathy. This time she found a new goal and left Sylvanas all the way, lying on a simple cart talking to Darion.

"Hey, hey...where are your feet?"

She pointed at Dallion's empty lower body and said innocently: "If you go and talk to Her Majesty the Queen, she can help you find it again!"

"..."

Sylvanas was silent for a moment.

The undead below her have indeed developed a method of splicing bones, but it is impossible for the incomplete skeleton to regain its original body.

Pamela seemed to have a misunderstanding.

"No need, my legs have disappeared in the holy light."

Dallion shook his head.

He told Pamela that during the battle in Silverpine Forest some time ago, the Alliance Paladin cut off his legs. It was not until he was freed from the control of the Lich King that Darien slowly crawled to the north.

"Did you crawl here?"

After hearing this, not only Pamela, but also others were a little surprised.

"Why come to the north?"

Pamela asked next.

"..."

But Dallion didn't answer.

Pamela pestered him relentlessly, and it was not until the team left Tirisfal Glades that Darion revealed the reason.

"I want to see my wife."

He answered thus, and then told Pamela the past.

Darien was originally an ordinary farmer in a small village in the Western Plaguelands. He had just married the woman he loved when he unfortunately encountered the undead.

After the plague struck, Darien was cursed and became undead.

But his wife did not leave with the rest of the village, but stayed at their home.

Then...

Dallion killed her wife.

He cut open her body forcefully, killed the child in her belly... and then left with the undead.

After the Lich King's control weakened, Dallion regained consciousness and was tortured by guilt and pain.

He climbed all the way north just to return to his family and apologize to his wife.

"She will definitely not be able to forgive me..."

Dallion's voice was hoarse, he had no body - otherwise he would have cried.

"But I still have to go see her and say I'm sorry."

This kind of thing is too common among the undead, and it almost always brings only one result.

The relatives they killed have either become dead souls or have passed away - the evil souls will live with the curse.

The same goes for Dallion.

If Sylvanas didn't save him tonight, he would continue to drag his body to the north, and then stay at his home, trying to call out to his wife's skeleton that had been scattered on the ground day and night, in an attempt to let her go. She comes alive to apologize.

His obsession kept him alive.

Sylvanas originally planned to turn that obsession into hatred for the Lich King, so she noticed Darion.

But a final accident thwarts her plans.

p; "Sister Queen, can we help him?"

Pamela was overflowing with sympathy and immediately went to Sylvanas to plead.

She always changes her title. Sometimes when the undead are looking at her, she will call her "Her Majesty the Queen", but when she gets excited, she will easily call her "sister".

"it is good."

Sylvanas did not refuse.

After the undead asked Dalian for his address, they headed towards the small village where he lived.

This is a village built outside the forest, with a small lake next to it.

"Dantrienne...that's my home, right there!"

Dallion twisted his body excitedly. He fell to the ground with a plop, and moved forward quickly with his hands on the dirt.

"Hey...wait for me!"

Pamela chased after him with several undead.

"Onyxia, please."

After seeing the little guys leaving, Sylvanas turned to the Black Dragon Princess and said.

"I know... Damn it, leave all the trouble to me."

Onyxia complained, but turned around and walked towards the lake.

A cry of grief came from the direction where Pamela and others were leaving. Sylvanas knew the result even if she didn't go - it was just a pile of lifeless bones anyway.

She stood there on her skeleton horse and waited.

After a long time, the little skeleton came back with his head lowered and a frown on his face.

"elder sister..."

Her jaw moved, but she couldn't say the words below.

"A human soul does not have to follow a body, as it does with you, Pamela."

Sylvanas dismounted and patted the little skull gently on the head: "Important beliefs and important items may keep the soul alive."

She saw Onyxia approaching from the darkness, and smiled.

Dallion's wife is named Danterian, but she is actually still in this world, attached to her wedding ring.

Next to this village is a forest. After the souls left, the animals that came out of the forest ate the human corpses.

Danterian's body was also eaten clean by wild beasts. The ring on her hand was taken away by the wild beast for unknown reasons, and then fell into the lake while drinking water.

Originally, Darion would not find the thing after wandering for several years, but when Sylvanas left, she accidentally discovered the ring, which also ruined her plan.

"Give you."

Onyxia threw a dark ring to Sylvanas.

The edges were rusty and obviously not something precious.

"Is there something in here?"

Pamela tilted her head, her sensitivity was not bad at all.

"Yes, let's go."

Sylvanas took the ring and walked towards Darien's home.

Entering from the corrupted door, a skeleton with a broken leg was arranging some fine bones in a helpless manner.

The ring begins to glow.

"Dallion."

A soft female voice came from it, and the shadow of a young woman walked out of it.

"...Danterian..."

Dallion turned his head stiffly, his eyes filled with phosphorus.

"Dantrian...I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"

He turned around and crawled over crazily, kneeling at Danterian's feet: "Oh...I am not a qualified husband..."

Not even a qualified father.

But Dallion's next words were not spoken, and Danterian crouched down and hugged him.

"Sure enough, I knew you were in pain when you woke up."

She stretched out her hand and stroked the pale skull, not minding its terrifying smile at all: "That's why I stayed, to forgive you..."

"Darian, neither the child nor I blame you...so please don't be so painful..."

This is a beautiful woman, incredibly gentle.

Dallion looked at Danterian blankly.

"...Woah...Woah..."

He had no tears, but the sound he made was crying.

The red light in the skull's eye sockets began to dim, and then quickly shattered amid cries, and the bones scattered on the ground.

"..."

Dantli stood up quietly.

"Thank you."

She bowed to Sylvanas and the others, and disappeared into white light.

The ring is broken.

"Did they leave?"

Pamela timidly pulled Sylvanas' hand, fearing that she would give a negative answer.

"Yes, they lost their persistence and belief, and they returned to where they should have been."

Sylvanas touched Pamela's head, but looked into the sky: "Do you understand?"

"Whoever loses the purpose of survival is very vulnerable."

These words were spoken to Kael'thas of the Sunwell - although he didn't understand it now, with this reminder he would be aware of it sooner or later.

Draenor's expeditionary force has the most vulnerable person.

Sylvanas embarked on the journey again with the undead.

"Sister, I like them."

Pamela hugged her back from behind and said suddenly.

"Well, who?"

Sylvanas smiled.

"The undead, our companions... It would be great if one day, everyone would stop crying."

Young sprouts.

The future may be different, but this girl still has the potential to become the new queen.

Because only the philanthropist recognized by all undead can inherit the throne of Sylvanas.