Sylvanas, whose light golden hair was scattered behind his head, fluttering in the wind, stood at the front of the team. His long light golden hair had been her symbol for more than a thousand years. At this moment, in front of more than 10,000 elite elves, this light golden hair was a symbol, a symbol that began to be infinitely deified.

Sylvanas's eyes were brighter than when he was the last time he was a Ranger General, more confident and more determined, like emeralds shining in the sun. A pair of elves have unique features, with their tall and raised eyebrows full of heroism, and they are stubbornly raised high.

In her eyes, there was no confusion, weakness and hesitation that was forced to be a salary thief under the suppression of the Silver Moon Council more than ten years ago, nor did there be the deepest memory of a group of rangers, and the most helpless and tired look.

She wore a ranger costume. However, this ranger costume is completely different from the traditional ranger costume, full of her personal characteristics.

A dark green cloak, accompanied by the slightly turbid cold wind, fluttering with the floating blonde hair.

The two braces of the trolls inlaid with the fangs of the trolls hunted in Stranglethorn Valley filled her with a wild look that was similar to the tribe. It was to commemorate the hatred of the high elves, and it was also the glory of her continuous hunting of trolls in the past decade and a symbol of the forest king.

In addition to the bikini breastplate with thunder and lightning runes in her upper body, it is also her delicate collarbone and sexy waist.

The dark green breeches on the lower body that are very suitable for hiding are obviously also magical items, but if you look closely, you will find that there is an electric current lingering on it.

Ranger General, no, at the moment when the two Ranger Generals, Lothama and Hadurun who were appointed, were suppressed, undoubtedly Sylvanas had become the last hope of these more than 10,000 elves.

She stood straight!

Like a rising flag!

Although everyone saw that when she was charging, she was always in front of the front, when everyone was covered in dust and even covered in scars, her swords, long bows, armor, and ornaments were all brand new and tidy, and even the tall ranger's boots were not stained with dust.

She is like a proud commander who is about to attend the military parade, maintaining the perfect look that the high elves want to see the most.

Normally, even if you simply walk through the burning streets, you will be stained with the ashes of the city. Not to mention that you can still maintain such a heroic posture after killing more than a thousand immortal creatures.

This is not only the credit of the power of wind and thunder that lingers around her, but also the ultimate expression of her combat skills.

Suddenly, the elves couldn't help but exclaimed praise.

After a thousand years of intermittent confrontation with trolls on the edge of Yongge Forest, and after the baptism of the second Dark Gate War, the largest ever war in the Eastern Kingdoms continent, the female ranger who was once talented but lacked experience seemed to be looking for the footprints in history and growing rapidly on the Queen's path.

A hero of a ranger and a queen of the Forgotten, two completely different and unrelated figures seem to cross the boundary wall of history at this moment, gradually overlapping and combining two into one.

The Sun King Anastrian and the Ranger General Sylvanas, one was under the steps in front of the royal court, and the other was high above, located in the middle of the gate of the royal court.

A king who was once a lofty person!

An exile who was once abandoned by the kingdom!

However, their eyes passed through the length of the stairs and contacted each other in mid-air.

Anasterian ignored the kneeling on the stairs, trembling slightly, and lowered his head and looked at the rebel who had made his plan of surrender with his muddy eyes.

The Sun King sneered, with a strong sense of sarcasm and disdain in his words: "You object? Why do you object? You rarely muster up the courage and try your best to oppose me, but you still cannot stop you and your possible followers from drawing a silence on the lives of yours. So what is the meaning of your objection?"

Sylvanas raised his head high, and the flash of life was waving on his beautiful face without fear: "I object! It's because I am a ranger, and I at least know how to be grateful for the beauty of life. Instead of a guy like you who even has a corrupt brain, he will only regard life as a tool that can be trampled on and discarded at will."

The Sun King sneered.

"Grateful to life? What is the meaning of this boring feeling? As long as it is a living being, one must always have fear of death. Since one cannot give up the fear of death, one should find a way to overcome death itself. I am a foolish subject! Since you believe that death is terrible and miserable, and you dare not take this step by yourself, you should abandon your reason and let me, as your king, decide all this for you."

Sylvanas sarcastically said, "Let you decide? Do you think you have become so ugly, and have the qualifications to decide to make us as ugly as you? Enough! Anastrian, knowing that your life has disappeared, can you please not continue to exist in a stern manner. And don't even know that you and those who follow you will not have any redemption in the future, but still try to bring more people to be buried with you."

The Sun King was obviously angry with Sylvanas's high-spirited rebellious declaration.

"you……"

Sylvanas glanced at Kelthas who was still trembling but did not dare to look at her. After sighing, he slowly raised the longbow in his hand, bent his bow and arrow, pointing the sharp arrow to the sun king who was high above, pointing to the head that was once extremely noble but now turned dead gray and ugly.

"Anastrian, you have the right to give up your life, but you have no right to trample on the life and soul of every elves who love life. Just by your words, I, Sylvanas* Wind Walker, here I declare that I do not recognize that the Sun Chaser is my king! So, the last advice I give you is to go to hell! The undead!"

Every word and sentence is sonorous and powerful.

Every bit of it permeates into the soul.

Every elf, at this moment, every minute and second, felt an extremely fierce and exciting feeling gushing out from the deepest part of his soul, spreading throughout every corner of his bloodline, igniting every cell in his body.

The irrepressible voice finally turned into a roar that shook the sky

Thousands of elves shouted in unison: "Get out to hell! The dirty undead!"

The Sun King suddenly sighed softly: "The foolish people are foolish people... Only by giving up life can you 'live' more easily."
Chapter completed!