Traveling through World of Warcraft

"So, how do you plan to break through the dwarf's fortress?" Chen Yu frowned tightly, his face full of suspicion. His eyes were like torches, staring at Sylvanas tightly, full of confusion, as if there was a cloud of fog in them, and the light of thought was constantly flickering in his eyes.

Sylvanas raised her delicate chin slightly, with a hint of laziness and casualness in her eyes. She opened her red lips and said softly, "I don't need to consider this issue. Darthalia will be responsible for this attack." Her voice seemed to have a unique magic, spreading slowly in the rain.

After that, Sylvanas took two steps upwards with light steps like an elf. Each of her steps carried a unique rhythm, and the splashing water scattered under her feet. She gracefully came to the position where she stood side by side with Chen Yu. She was tall and straight. Although the rain soaked her clothes, it could not cover up her noble and cold temperament at all. She was like a mysterious flower blooming in the rain, exuding an irresistible charm. Chen Yu could feel the breath coming from her, a mixture of the freshness of the rain and her unique fragrance. At this moment, they stood together in this world shrouded by rain, as if they had become a painting full of mysterious colors.

At that moment, Chen Yu seemed to be frozen in place, staring at Sylvanas in a daze. His eyes did not blink, with a trace of confusion and bewilderment in them, and he stared at Sylvanas without any disguise.

Sylvanas was keenly aware of Chen Yu's gaze. She slightly frowned her thin crescent-shaped eyebrows, with a slightly angry look on her face. She opened her red lips slightly and said with a unique charm: "Uh!... It's very rude to stare at a lady like this!" As she said this, she slowly turned her head and looked at Chen Yu with her clear and moving eyes like water. There seemed to be endless stories and secrets hidden in those eyes, which made people deeply trapped.

Then, Sylvanas slowly stretched out a white and slender finger, which was as exquisite as a jade carving. She gently touched Chen Yu's chin, and then lifted it up slightly, with gentle and graceful movements, as if correcting Chen Yu's inappropriate gaze. At this moment, everything around seemed to be still, and the air seemed to become extremely quiet. Only the rain was still falling, constantly wetting their clothes. And Sylvanas's beautiful face, set against the rain, looked even more mysterious and moving, like an eternal painting, making people intoxicated.

Chen Yu's expression suddenly became extremely serious, and a hint of subtle nervousness flashed in his eyes. He quickly shook his head to one side, and his movements were agile and quick, and he dodged Sylvanas's white and slender hand. There was an unspeakable nervousness in his eyes, and then he said: "Don't get me wrong, I'm not interested in the dead!"

Sylvanas was startled for a moment, a look of surprise flashed across her face. But soon, a faint smile appeared on her lips, with a hint of playfulness and ridicule. She chuckled and said, "Oh! That's the best. I was just joking with you, look how scared you are!" Her laughter echoed in the rain, crisp and pleasant, as if it could dispel the haze in the rain.

Her teasing words echoed in the air like light feathers, and every word seemed to carry a special magic. As the voice slowly fell, Sylvanas's white and slender hand began to slowly lower. The hand drew an extremely graceful arc in the air, like a dancing butterfly, with an intoxicating rhythm, as if every subtle movement had been carefully choreographed.

Then, Sylvanas turned her gem-like eyes to Dun Garok in the distance. Her eyes instantly became deep and distant, as if she had traveled through the tunnel of time and space and saw the distant past and future. The rain kept sliding down her beautiful face that looked like a work of art, but this did not affect her peerless grace at all. Her tall and graceful figure was like a blooming black rose in the rain, even more graceful and eye-catching. The black cloak fluttered slightly in the wind, making a slight rubbing sound, as if it was naturally integrated with the rain curtain, but it exuded a unique charm and majesty all the time. The charm made people involuntarily fascinated, and the majesty made people feel awe.

Chen Yu stood quietly aside, looking at Sylvanas with a bit of embarrassment and bewilderment. He seemed to be still immersed in the moment just now, and his mind had not yet completely recovered from the wonderful atmosphere. His expression was a bit dazed, as if he was still savoring everything that had just happened.

At this moment, the battle horn sounded low and powerful, "Woo——" The sound seemed to come from ancient times, with endless power. The low horn sound instantly broke the silence around, as if a thunder exploded between heaven and earth. The horn sounded heavy and majestic, like an awakened lion roaring to the sky, full of passion and determination to fight. The sound stirred in the air, making people's hearts surge and blood boil, as if the blood in their bodies was ignited, and they couldn't wait to join this fierce battle. Every note seemed to be telling the story of a hero, and every beat seemed to be playing the movement of victory.

The Forsaken troops lined up neatly, each of them holding their heads high, as if they were filled with endless strength and confidence. Then, they shouted in unison: "For the glory of Sylvanas!" The voice was short and powerful, like a sharp lightning that instantly pierced the sky. Every word was filled with endless pride and determination, as if it could penetrate the human soul, making people's hearts surge and their blood boil.

The Forsaken surged in like a tide. Their hideous and twisted faces looked particularly terrifying in the dim light, as if they were demons crawling out of the depths of hell. The distorted faces and hollow eyes revealed a breath of death that made people shudder.

The dwarves firmly resisted with their solid fortifications. They held their battle axes tightly, their muscles tense, and their eyes revealed determination. When a Forsaken wielded a poisoned blade and stabbed a dwarf like a gust of wind, the dwarf roared and fiercely blocked the blow with his solid shield. However, although he successfully blocked the fatal blow, the powerful impact still shook him back several steps. There were already many wounds of varying depths on his body, and blood was constantly oozing out, staining his clothes red, but his eyes were still firm, without the slightest retreat or fear.

At the same time, the Forsaken mages began to cast dark magic. They chanted something and waved their hands. Dark flames and cold frost suddenly exploded in the dwarf formation. The dwarf warriors cried out in pain, their voices full of pain and indomitable will. But they still held their ground without the slightest hesitation. They used their flesh and blood to build an indestructible defense line, stubbornly resisting the attack of the Forsaken.

Suddenly, in the fierce melee, a dwarf was hit hard by the heavy sword of the Forsaken. The huge impact made his body shake violently, and then he fell heavily to the ground. He lay there, his face full of pain, but his eyes still flashed with determination. He struggled to support the ground with his hands and struggled to get up little by little. Every movement seemed so strenuous.

When he finally stood up, he used all his strength to shout: "For Dun Morogh!" His voice seemed to come not from his throat, but from the depths of his soul. The voice was filled with endless attachment and indomitable will, and it rushed towards the Forsaken front like a raging torrent. The surrounding dwarves heard this shout full of blood and faith, as if the fire in their hearts was ignited, and they threw themselves into the battle more fearlessly. They waved their battle axes and shouted, and everyone seemed to have transformed into an invincible warrior.

At the same time, after a long and fierce battle with the dwarves, the Forsaken warrior gradually became exhausted. His body was covered with crisscrossing scars, each of which seemed to tell of the fierceness of the battle. He tightly grasped the Forsaken flag, which fluttered in the wind. He used all his strength and shouted at the top of his lungs: "For the glory of Sylvanas!" The voice seemed to cross the boundary between life and death, and rushed towards the dwarf camp like a sharp arrow with loyalty and persistence to the queen.

On the battlefield, the shouts of killing were deafening, and the sharp and piercing sound of weapons colliding intertwined with the tragic shouts, forming a thrilling battle symphony. The shadow of death loomed over everyone like a dark cloud, but both the dwarves and the Forsaken showed admirable courage and determination in this cruel battle. They were as tough as steel, and they held on to their beliefs in the storm of battle until the last moment of their lives. They used their actions to interpret what true courage and unyielding spirit are, and let this land witness their greatness and heroism.

Chen Yu stood quietly at the edge of the battlefield, his figure seemed a little lonely in the smoke and chaos. His eyes were fixed on the Forsaken and the Dwarves who were fighting fiercely on the battlefield, his expression was solemn and serious, as if he wanted to engrave all of this deeply in his heart.

On the battlefield, the Forsaken surged like a tide, engaging in brutal close combat with the dwarves. The sound of metal colliding, roaring, and screaming intertwined, making people tremble with fear. Although the dwarves were short in stature, they relied on their tenacious fighting spirit and superb fighting skills to fight the Forsaken to death. The Forsaken, on the other hand, relied on their numerical advantage and strange magic to continuously attack the dwarves' defense line.

Chen Yu looked at the tragic scenes in front of him, his heart filled with mixed emotions. He knew that if the war continued, more dwarves and Forsaken would lose their lives. And those dwarves who unfortunately died, according to the customs of the Forsaken, would be resurrected and join the Forsaken troops to continue fighting. This made him feel extremely sad and helpless.

His eyes revealed deep worry and reluctance as he stared closely at the two sides fighting fiercely in front of him. The battlefield was filled with smoke, and the thick smoke made it almost impossible to breathe. Shouts and screams echoed in the air, like a tragic elegy, making people feel so heavy that they could hardly bear it.

Chen Yu took a deep breath, as if to gather all his courage. Then, he used all his strength and said loudly: "I agree to join the Forsaken, but you must promise not to resurrect these dwarves. They are heroes who deserve to rest in peace!" His voice was particularly clear in this noisy and chaotic battlefield, like a flash of lightning across the dark night sky. His voice was firm and resolute, and it spread to every corner without question.

Sylvanas Windrunner's eyes, as cold as a pond, slowly turned to Chen Yu. Her eyes flashed with a cold light, as if they could freeze everything. She nodded slightly, her movements were extremely slight but with an unquestionable power. She said, "Of course, I promise you in the name of the Dark Queen. Never revive these dwarves." Her voice was low and powerful, as if every word came from the endless darkness, with an irresistible majesty. The voice seemed not to be transmitted through the air, but to sound directly in the depths of the human soul.

Then, Sylvanas cast her eyes on the dark ranger Cynthia behind her. The moment Cynthia received the signal, she responded immediately without any hesitation. She turned around neatly, and her black cloak fluttered in the wind, making a rustling sound, as if playing an exciting movement for her actions. She walked away quickly, her steps firm and powerful, and every step she took on the ground raised a small piece of dust. Her figure gradually blurred in the smoke until it disappeared completely, leaving only the afterimage of the fluttering cloak, as if still telling of her determination.

Chen Yu quietly looked at the direction where Cynthia left, with an indescribable complex emotion in his heart. There was both relief and a hint of worry in his eyes. His eyes slowly moved to the dwarves who were fighting bravely on the battlefield. Although they were at a disadvantage, everyone seemed to be burning with endless fighting spirit. They waved their weapons and shouted as they rushed towards the enemy. Every action showed fearless courage and firm belief. They fought for their homes and for Dun Morogh, and they did not hesitate to fight to the last bit of strength. Their figures seemed so small in the smoke and fire, but so tall. Every attack and every defense of theirs seemed to be composing a magnificent epic, which made people admire and move. The shouts and clashes of weapons on the battlefield seemed to be playing praises for these dwarf warriors, and their firm figures will be forever engraved in Chen Yu's heart.

At this moment, Chen Yu's eyes seemed to travel through time and space. He saw the dwarves' past in Dun Morogh, which was full of joy and glory. He seemed to see them living to their heart's content in their homes, their hearty laughter echoing between the valleys, and their figures working hard to build their homes were so vivid. But now, these living lives have fallen helplessly in this extremely cruel battle. They defended their dignity with their lives and became heroes in this war-torn land.

On the battlefield, the smoke gradually dissipated like a veil, and the bodies of the dwarves lay there quietly. Their expressions still showed the determination they had during the battle, as if they had never retreated even at the last moment of their lives. Chen Yu's eyes were slightly moist, and a layer of mist gradually spread. He knew that these dwarves would rest here forever, but their spirits would be like the bright stars, forever remembered in people's hearts.

Not long after, Cynthia walked over with firm steps and Darthalia. Darthalia had a serious face, and his body was still stained with blood and thick dust left by the battle, as if he was telling the tragic battle he had just experienced. After they came to Sylvanas, Darthalia knelt on one knee respectfully, and said in a low and powerful voice: "Respected Majesty Sylvanas, our attack encountered extremely tenacious resistance from the dwarves. They are indeed brave warriors. But I believe that these dwarves will be completely wiped out soon, and we will eventually win." As he spoke, he slowly lowered his head and bowed deeply to Sylvanas Windrunner. His humble gesture was filled with absolute loyalty and awe for the queen.

At this moment, Chen Yu slowly stepped forward. His steps were steady and powerful, and each step seemed to carry a certain firm determination. There was a barely perceptible coldness in his eyes, and that gaze seemed to be able to penetrate everything. He slightly opened his lips and slowly uttered a few words: "Withdraw the attacking troops, release the plague, and wait for sunrise." Although his voice was not loud, it seemed to have a strange penetrating power, and it was clearly audible in this tense and almost solidified atmosphere. Every word was like a heavy drumbeat, beating on everyone's heart.

Sylvanas Windrunner turned her head slightly when she heard Chen Yu's words. Her sharp eyes, like those of a hawk, instantly fell on Darthalia. Her eyes seemed to contain endless majesty and power, making people dare not look directly at her. Then, she said calmly, "Follow his orders." Her voice was calm, but it carried unquestionable authority.

Dasalia was stunned at first, as if he was a little surprised by the order, but he hesitated for only a moment, and then immediately responded: "Yes!" His voice was short and powerful, full of obedience. Then, he quickly stood up, his movements were crisp and neat, without a trace of dragging, and then he left quickly. With Dasalia's departure, the Forsaken troops on the battlefield began to retreat in an orderly manner. They moved in unison, like well-trained machines. Their figures gradually blurred in the diffuse smoke, as if they had merged into the chaos. The black figure was looming in the smoke, with a mysterious and palpitating feeling. They walked farther and farther away, leaving only a silent battlefield, as if the hustle and bustle just now was just an illusory dream.