Chapter 164 Extra: When the Game Character Realizes that He Is a Game Character

I'm a bit stuck, so I'll post a side story. As usual, the side story has nothing to do with the main story.

Orgrimmar - the city that never falls. This city was founded by Thrall, the former chief of the tribe, and named Orgrimmar to commemorate Orgrim, his predecessor.

As the new capital of the orcs, Orgrimmar, located in the mountains between Durotar and Azshara, is also a veritable warrior city.

Many races, including goblins, tauren, trolls, orcs, and even pandaren and blood elves, settled here. They obeyed the orders of the chieftain and seized their own interests on the planet Azeroth.

But that was all in the past. Since the Battle of Orgrimmar, this city representing the power of the orcs has become a joke, not to mention now.

(Gazlowe: Orgrimmar, the city that never falls!

Khadgar: Wasn't it captured recently?)

Sylvanas opened her eyes while sitting on the throne that belonged to the great chief. Her eyes were emitting a strange red light. She felt as if she had experienced a long sleep.

Looking around, Grommash Fortress was the same as usual. Some tribal advisors were standing here, and a few bored adventurers broke in and wandered around.

"Hello."

"May the mother earth protect you."

"May the wind guide your path."

The tauren on the side patiently replied to all the adventurers who wanted to talk to him.

"It's ridiculous." A cold and emotionless voice came out of her mouth, and she had another memory in her mind, a memory about a "licker" with amazing perseverance.

"Maybe the licker is me." She glanced at Nathanos beside her.

Her memories, at first she only had memories of her death, and then these memories kept increasing, and just now, she had another love story about the Shadow Realm, the Jailer, and a bootlicker.

Nathanos, Sylvanas glanced at him, she was very familiar with him, or rather, her memory told her that she should be familiar with him.

The Dark Queen's Warrior?

Who would have thought that this man, who was nicknamed a bootlicker by adventurers, called the "Prince of Banshees" by the Goblin Trade King, and was once just an ordinary member of countless professional trainers, would become her man in her memory? And she took the initiative.

Sylvanas' eyes showed a trace of disgust, I'm not the Illidari, is my aesthetic so special?

Although the three sisters of the Windrunner family eventually had an indissoluble bond with human men, what kind of men are the eldest sister and the youngest sister? What kind of men are arranged for them?

Turalyon, a hero of the Orc War, a genius commander.

Rhonin, the Archmage of Dalaran, a famous member of the Kirin Tor Council.

As for her man?

"A bastard son of a bitch." She was so angry. Why did she have such a memory?

And she arranged herself into this image?

How could the rubbish in the memory be me?

It looked like a romance novel written by some people, disgusting.

At this time, an adventurer came over and looked at her, muttering something.

"I don't have time to play games with you." Sylvanas was a little impatient. Why did she always have an extra memory in her mind every now and then? Why could she only say these words when facing these boring and annoying adventurers?

She thought about it and seemed to realize something.

"Ha!" Sylvanas raised the corners of her lips and showed a smile that could be called unique. She understood.

She stood up, took out a longbow, put a strand of hair behind her ears, as if to block her ears, pulled the bowstring, and looked like she was going to shoot.

"What is this?" The player next to him was a little stunned. Why did he feel that Sylvanas was a little wrong today?

"Is this a new plot?"

"I've never heard of a queen role?"

"This Shiva's smile is really pretty."

Amid a series of discussions among the players, Sylvanas couldn't help but sneer.

"Game?" She shot at the closest tauren.

Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!

Sylvanas shot three arrows in a row, and the arrows flew out so fast that even the eyes could not find their trajectory.

Looking at the tauren who didn't show any pain and even looked like he was not injured, Sylvanas drew the scimitar at her waist.

With a swish, this lightning-fast knife chopped the tauren's arm. According to her estimation, if this was a real life, she could completely cut off its arm.

Sure enough, it was just as she thought. Her brain told her that ordinary people would be injured if attacked, and would die if they bled too much, but even if she treated the tauren like this, she was unscathed...

That's not right. At least after she tortured the tauren, he eventually died of exhaustion...

There was no wound on his body when he died.

"Sure enough, you are all fake." She screamed with a hideous face. Not to mention the NPCs, even the walls of Grommash Fortress were damaged in the range of the Banshee's wailing.

"What the hell? What the hell is this?"

"I'm losing blood all the time."

"..."

Those players who had been crowded in Grommash Fortress thinking there was a new plot were in trouble now. The Banshee's wailing, arrows, blades, Sylvanas attacked everyone like crazy, including the Forsaken and her warriors.

She is the Banshee Queen, the Dark Lady, the Chief of the Horde, and the former Ranger General. The meaning of her existence may not be to meet challenges one after another, but it is definitely not to be a clown and let people arrange her life at will.

About 1 hour later.

During this period of time, she single-handedly cleared all the lives in the city, and the originally prosperous city became silent.

Sitting on the chief's throne, Sylvanas cleared her throat, then picked up a piece of dried meat made of an unknown creature and took a big bite. "Obviously, there is no taste at all." Glancing at the remaining dried meat, Sylvanas chose to eat them all.

Although she does not need to eat as an undead body, eating is also a kind of enjoyment for the undead, even if it is rotten meat. The enjoyment is not the taste, but the desire to exercise the rights of the living.

"A fake world and fake people have no need to exist." She raised her eyebrows. The sun's rays outside the window of Grommash Fortress shone on her perfect facial features. Even the body of the undead could not cover her beauty.

If it were a different environment, a meadow, or a gorgeous room, it would definitely be the most perfect painting.

Sylvanas closed her eyes. She was thinking about her life and the meaning of her future. Should she continue to live in this fake world, accept her fate, or get rid of it?

A bug was detected and is being repaired. The server is restarting.

A mechanical voice sounded, and the whole time seemed to be reversed. A series of players and NPCs, including orcs and tauren, were resurrected. They were still doing their own things as usual. The only difference was that there was no Sylvanas on the throne anymore.