Traveling through World of Warcraft

Sylvanas Windrunner suddenly stopped her firm and powerful steps as if she was cast into a spell. Her slender figure, despite its exquisite curves, exuded an aura that could chill people to the bone. She turned around slowly, very slowly, as if every movement was carrying a heavy pressure. Her cold eyes, like a sharp sword, were projected directly at Chen Yu behind her. That look seemed to be able to penetrate a person's soul, making people shudder.

"How about joining the Forsaken?" Her voice seemed to come from the deepest part of the underworld, without any emotion, just like the bone-chilling cold wind in the cold night, blowing mercilessly. Every word seemed to carry frost, making people feel a little chilly.

Chen Yu slowly raised his head, his face full of tangled and complicated expressions. His expression was intertwined with hesitation, pain, confusion and struggle. His voice was low and full of contradictions, as if it was squeezed out from the depths of his throat: "Thank you for saving me, but I really don't know whether I should be grateful or sad. As a human, I was saved by the hostile undead. How helpless and sad it is!" He shook his head and sighed softly. The heavy sigh seemed to contain endless pain. His eyes were full of deep helplessness, and he looked straight at Sylvanas, as if he wanted to find a hint of answer from her cold face.

Sylvanas Windrunner's face remained expressionless, as motionless as a perfect sculpture. After a moment, her cold and beautiful figure slowly turned again, her movements graceful and resolute. Her black cloak gently lifted in the breeze, like a black cloud floating. She raised her foot and took a step, and her high heels made a crisp and rhythmic sound when they hit the ground, and the sound echoed in the silent air. She continued to move forward in silence, each step carrying a firm and unstoppable momentum, leaving Chen Yu alone, falling into deep contemplation.

At this moment, Sylvanas Windrunner suddenly paused, and she stopped moving forward again. Then, she turned her face slightly, and the lines on her face looked particularly cold. The cold voice seemed to be squeezed out from between her teeth by an invisible force: "Do you think you are still a living person? In fact, you are not a living person at all. You died in the battle at the Frozen Throne!"

When Chen Yu heard this, his eyes widened to the extreme in an instant, and his eyeballs seemed to be about to pop out. His face was full of astonishment and disbelief, and his expression was as if he had seen the most incredible thing in the world. He just stared at Sylvanas blankly, his body seemed to be frozen. His voice trembled, as if his vocal cords were spasming, and every word he uttered was trembling with an indescribable tremor: "Dead? How is this possible? Look, I'm still alive and well now." His lips trembled violently, and every word he spoke seemed to be filled with endless shock, as if to shake the air around him.

Sylvanas Windrunner's eyes flashed with a complex and unpredictable look, which seemed to contain many unknown emotions and secrets. She spoke slowly but clearly, "Even though you seem to be alive and well, the fact is that you died on the Frozen Throne when the Alliance and Horde forces fought Arthas! In order to explore the reason why you could not be resurrected, I resolutely jumped off the Frozen Throne and stepped into the other side. There, I searched everywhere, and every step was with persistence and determination. However, I still could not find your soul." Her voice echoed in the air, as if carrying a kind of heaviness and vicissitudes that traveled through time and space.

Her voice seemed to carry the endless chill from the other side, echoing faintly in the air. The atmosphere around them suddenly became extremely solemn and depressing, as if time had completely stopped at this moment. Only Sylvanas's slightly ethereal voice and Chen Yu's shocked and dazed expression were frozen in this scene, making people feel as if they could witness with their own eyes the scene of this thrilling truth being ruthlessly revealed.

Sylvanas Windrunner's steps stopped abruptly once again, and her body slowly turned, with an indescribable grace and determination. She turned around, and her face, which was originally breathtakingly beautiful, was even more unique because of her extremely cold expression. Her face was full of surprise, as if she had seen something extremely incredible.

"According to my guess, your soul was sealed after you died! It was not extradited to the other side!" Her voice came out coldly, and every word was like a sharp ice edge, piercing people's hearts.

The moment Chen Yu heard this, his eyes widened, and his eyeballs seemed to be bulging out, full of astonishment and disbelief. He seemed to not believe his ears, and his voice trembled more and more, like a candle in the wind, which could be extinguished at any time: "Died in battle, so I am a dead man? And I was resurrected? How is this possible?" There was an undisguised panic in his voice, and the panic spread like a tide, making his whole body seem to tremble slightly.

"Have you never had any doubts? Why, as a human, when you woke up, there was a white-skinned and beautiful blood elf taking care of you?" Sylvanas Windrunner tilted her head slightly, and her long black hair swayed gently with her movements. She stared at Chen Yu closely, her eyes like sharp arrows, shooting straight at Chen Yu, as if she wanted to see through him. Her expression was serious and focused, as if she was examining an extremely important item. The air around her seemed to solidify because of her gaze, and a depressing atmosphere filled the entire space.

"You mean, Liliana is the murderer?" Chen Yu's voice seemed to be squeezed out from his throat with difficulty, full of shock. He stood there as if he was struck by lightning. The incomparable astonishment made his face full of disbelief, as if he had seen the most absurd thing in the world.

"I have no direct evidence that it was her," Sylvanas Windrunner said slowly, her eyes fixed on Chen Yu's confused face from beginning to end, without the slightest deviation, "but where is the rest of your soul? Tell me how you two met?" Her tone was calm and cold, yet with an unquestionable majesty.

"I don't know," Chen Yu's eyes revealed confusion and struggle, "but the first person I saw after opening my eyes was her. She has been taking care of me so carefully, it can't be her!" His tone was still stubborn and obstinate, as if he was desperately trying to grasp that glimmer of hope.

"Heh!" Sylvanas Windrunner sneered helplessly. The laughter seemed to come from a deep ice cave, without any warmth at all. "Amnesia? Do you really think you are reading an absurd novel? You lose your memory at any time?"

"What good will it do for her to do this?" Chen Yu pressed on. His eyes were full of puzzlement and confusion, and his brows were tightly furrowed, as if he wanted to vent all his doubts through this question.

"I don't know. Perhaps you will know the truth only when you meet her." Sylvanas Windrunner's voice came out slowly, as if floating from the distant sky. After saying this, she was like a silent statue, no longer speaking, but just walking forward again. Her steps were steady and firm, and each step was full of a resolute momentum.

Chen Yu stood there alone, his figure looked particularly lonely and confused in the cold air. His figure seemed to be frozen in this moment, motionless, only the slightly trembling corners of his clothes showed his inner restlessness. Everything around him seemed to be shrouded in this solemn atmosphere, silent, only the faint sound of the wind blowing in his ears, making people seem to deeply feel Chen Yu's inner struggle and confusion, a deep confusion and helplessness, as if the whole world had left him.

Sylvanas's eyes were as blazing as a burning flame. She extended an olive branch to Chen Yu again. Her voice seemed to come from the depths of the Netherworld, carrying a mysterious and bewitching power: "What do you think? How about joining the Forsaken? I will help you investigate the entire process of your resurrection after death?"

Chen Yu's face looked uncertain in the dim light. His face, which was originally well-defined, seemed to be shrouded in a shadow. He slowly raised his head, his eyes revealing a firmness. Although his voice was not loud, every word seemed to be of great weight, with unquestionable determination: "But! I am a human being, at least I am still a human being for now. You asked me to turn the gun around and attack my compatriots, but I can't do it." His voice echoed in the air, with a resolute force, as if to break through this solemn atmosphere and pursue his own answer.

Sylvanas Windrunner's cold eyes were like two sharp ice cones, shooting straight at Chen Yu, as if to see through him thoroughly from the inside out. She just stood there quietly, without any warmth in her eyes, exuding a chilling aura.

Chen Yu's brows knitted tightly together, like two twists of dough. His eyes first revealed uncontrollable anger, which was like a burning flame, and then was quickly drowned by helplessness, like a flame extinguished by the tide. He explained loudly with a hoarse voice: "The innocent are innocent. I have never killed them, I have never killed anyone! I have a clear conscience!" His voice echoed in the air, full of unwillingness and determination.

However, Sylvanas Windrunner remained unmoved like a cold sculpture. Her lips opened and closed slightly as she spoke slowly but oppressively: "This world is not just black and white! If you don't want your news to spread throughout the Alliance, you must destroy Hillsbrad tonight." Her words seemed to carry a heavy pressure, making the air around them seem heavy.

Chen Yu's eyes widened, filled with shock and disbelief. He looked straight at Sylvanas, as if he couldn't believe what he heard. His voice was almost a roar, with a kind of determination: "I can't do it. If you want me to kill them, I'd rather die!" His expression was a little distorted because of excitement, as if the struggle and pain in his heart had completely erupted at this moment. His body trembled slightly, as if he was resisting this unacceptable request. The atmosphere around him seemed to be frozen, with only Chen Yu's hoarse voice echoing.

Sylvanas stood there quietly, like an emotionless statue, her eyes fell on Chen Yu coldly and sharply, as if she was examining an object. She just looked at him without saying a word, as if she wanted to see through his heart with her eyes.

Chen Yu's face was filled with shock. His eyes were wide open, as if their pupils were about to bulge out. He stared at Sylvanas blankly, with an expression on his face that seemed to be frozen, filled with disbelief.

"What do you mean?" Chen Yu's voice came out of his throat with difficulty, and his voice was full of astonishment, as if he couldn't believe what he heard.

Sylvanas Windrunner's face was still expressionless, as if she was wearing an icy mask. She looked at Chen Yu coldly and slowly explained, "The Alliance will soon know that you led the Forsaken army to enter Hillsbrad." Her voice seemed to come from the netherworld, without a trace of warmth, and every word was like an icicle, piercing Chen Yu's heart.

At this moment, the air around them seemed to have really solidified, without any sign of movement. The oppressive atmosphere was like a thick dark cloud, shrouding the space, spreading and diffusing, making it almost impossible to breathe.

The next day, the faint light of the morning sun was like a golden veil, gently falling on the Hillsbrad Highlands. Chen Yu stood there alone, his figure looking lonely and desolate in the morning light. His body was upright but with a hint of confusion. He stood there quietly, looking into the distance, as if thinking about something, or waiting for something. The picture was filled with an indescribable loneliness and heaviness.

Chen Yu stood in the morning light, looking so lonely, as if he was out of tune with everything around him. He stood there quietly, as if he was shrouded in a layer of loneliness, looking bleak and desolate in the dim light. His eyes moved slowly, scanning the entire town below with a heavy attitude.

Looking down from this high place, the town that should have been full of life is now strangely quiet. The farmers and patrolling guards that were familiar to me in the past seem to have disappeared in an instant, leaving no trace. The area where they once moved around is now occupied by those forgotten people who are like zombies. They move through the streets of the town in an extremely weird and twisted manner, as if they are announcing to the world that the sovereignty here has changed and no longer belongs to the former owner.

Chen Yu's eyes were filled with deep sorrow, which was like thick ink, almost overflowing. There was also endless helplessness, which was like a heavy shackle, tightly binding him. His lips trembled slightly, as if he was trying hard to say something important, but in the end, all his words turned into a long sigh filled with endless sorrow.

He felt a huge, almost suffocating sense of oppression, like a tide, covering his heart from all directions. It was as if the whole world was squeezing him hard at this moment, trying to crush him in this desperate atmosphere. "All the roads in this world are blocked!" He murmured to himself, his voice was low and hoarse, full of unspeakable pain and deep confusion. He deeply understood that he seemed to have fallen into an inescapable vortex of fate. Those roads that were once so familiar, those choices that were once firm and persistent, at this moment became so far away and out of reach, like an illusory bubble. He felt like he was being strangled by a huge and ruthless hand of fate, making it impossible for him to breathe smoothly or struggle at all.

On this depressingly silent high ground, Chen Yu stood there blankly, staring at the town below. The helplessness in his heart kept coming like a surging tide, one wave higher than the other, swallowing him up bit by bit. He was immersed in the helplessness and sadness of this fate, and for a long time, he could not break free from this painful emotion, as if he had been deeply buried by this sadness.