Chapter 47 Another Timeline: Banshee Queen Sylvanas

Azeroth, another timeline.

This year is the Dark Portal... Well, without the Dark Portal, the biggest difference between this timeline and the main timeline is that the orcs never came.

However, although the orcs did not come, many events were changed, but some events could not be changed.

For example, the rise of the Scourge. In this catastrophe, the destructive power of the Scourge was even more terrifying than the original timeline. Almost half of the world was tortured under the terror of the Lich King.

At that time, there was no pressure from the orcs, and the so-called Alliance was just a non-existent force. It was not until the end of the war that the kings and nobles who had their own ulterior motives united and united the dwarf clans and the Kingdom of Quel'Thalas in the name of the descendants of Arathor to attack Icecrown Citadel.

And after the death of the Lich King, the other half of the world was not spared.

Without the savior shaman and his Earth Ring organization, the sudden attack of Deathwing can be said to have dealt a heavy blow to the remaining people of Azeroth.

At the same time, under the conspiracy of Deathwing, the King of Alterac has now completely trusted his "loyal" Lord Prestor, and began to secretly reuse the talents recommended by the Black Dragon King.

Eastern Kingdom, the former capital of the Kingdom of Lordaeron, now in the Undercity.

Banshee Queen Sylvanas sat lazily on her throne, casually asking her ministers, "Veronara, do you really believe that they will accommodate us?"

Former Quel'Thalas Ranger, now Dark Ranger, Veronara has always been known as the ruthless "Black Rose" among her colleagues, but in front of the Banshee Queen who saved her, she still felt a little restrained.

"After all, it's a big enemy." She secretly glanced at Sylvanas, the ruler of this kingdom, who was still as elegant as before, although her once vibrant and smooth skin turned gray. The long hair that once shone with golden luster withered and dulled. The blue-gray eyes that were once full of spirit are now as red as smoldering charcoal.

"Yes, the enemy is at hand." Sylvanas sighed, "The servants of the devil, Deathwing and his cultists, and even those elemental creatures, they all have ambitions for this world."

Sylvanas picked up the perfume beside her and threw it to Veronara, "But the whole world, except for the goblins, they still regard us victims as enemies and monsters."

Veronara's agile skills naturally wouldn't cause the perfume to spill all over the ground. She sprayed it on her body skillfully to cover up the somewhat rotten smell on her body.

"The latest product of the goblins." She thought to herself.

"Now they actually recognize that we are one of them, and also the residents of this world, with the right to live in the sun, and the obligation to fight the crisis facing the world with them?" Sylvanas sneered, "Then I have to thank them, it turns out that they are so good to me. I am really touched." Sylvanas's scarlet eyes seemed to flash with a gleam of light.

Feeling the power of the banshee's wailing, Veronara remained unmoved, even though the surrounding environment had become a mess in her wailing.

"When I became a Forsaken, no Thalassian was willing to accept my friendship, as if I, the Ranger General who had died to protect them, was worthless." Veronara noticed that she only had a letter in her hand, but the letter was soon placed in a candle by Sylvanas and burned cleanly by the fire.

Veronara did not speak. She was also one of the rangers who died during the invasion of Arthas, and she was also one of the monsters called by outsiders.

She also understood Sylvanas's feelings.

"As a result, now, my sister." Sylvanas recovered from her somewhat out-of-control appearance to her usual self, "Oh, should I call her Ranger General, she said she missed me?"

"Tsk." Sylvanas sneered at this. She longed for family affection, and she also wanted to see her sister and younger sister again, but definitely not in this situation with a conspiracy.

"I am already a dead man. I should have ended my cursed life when Arthas died." Sylvanas said, "But what will you do? Let humans do what they want, and let them be cannon fodder, and then abandon us after use, and continue to shout and kill?"

"We have always been just arrows in your quiver." Veronara thought to herself. Sylvanas has never been associated with the titles of loving soldiers like sons and being kind. When she was alive, she was famous for being ruthless, and this ruthlessness meant that she would do anything to achieve her goals.

Veronara did not hate this feeling. She knew that she might be just a more precious arrow, but as Sylvanas said, they should have died long ago.

The reason they are alive is because the Banshee Queen left them for use, that's all.

But this is a misunderstanding. Sylvanas's attitude towards the Forsaken is very contradictory.

On the one hand, she is a bit unscrupulous, which makes the Sarath people who originally died with her fully feel: It's right, as expected, she still uses us as arrows.

But on the other hand, her sense of responsibility and protection of the Forsaken made the Forsaken feel the long-lost warmth, especially in the current situation where their former families regard them as monsters, these "family members" who also died and Sylvanas, the "parent", are particularly valuable.

"I don't believe them, and they know I don't believe them, but they still pretend to believe us, just to make us cannon fodder." Sylvanas waved her hand, as if to dispel some dirty and filthy smell, "If it weren't for the threat of Deathwing, I really want to destroy them with plague and make them the same as us."

I hope that when you become cursed undead creatures, you can also stand on the moral high ground and point fingers at your compatriots: Why don't you monsters die! ?

The race that gave birth to such a disgusting monster as the Lich King should be washed away by the plague!

"Everything is for Azeroth." Veronara realized her mistake after she finished speaking, for Azeroth? What does Azeroth look like have to do with them, the Forsaken?

They are dead people, they live to avenge the Lich King and obey the Banshee Queen, just like the former Great Apothecary, if he hadn't betrayed the Banshee Queen and colluded with the devil, he would have become a hero of the Forsaken at this time.

After all, he hurt the Lich King with a special plague.

"Yes, for Azeroth." Sylvanas nodded, which shocked Veronara a little, but she didn't say anything. She just waited quietly for her next words.

"Deathwing must die, but I won't let the Forsaken be buried with the mad dragon." Sylvanas promised Veronara: "I will be away for a while. When I come back, I will bring new allies, and you will manage the affairs of the Forsaken during this time."

"Don't let me down, don't let the Forsaken become pawns." She said: "Especially don't be coerced by the Alliance's high-sounding righteousness."

New allies?

Answers flashed through Veronara's mind one after another.

Dwarves, humans, blood elves, night elves...

They are located in different places, but the only thing in common is that almost all of them regard them as monsters.

Can this be an ally?

She decisively denied these answers.

Who would they be?

Veronara fell into deep thought.