Chapter 791 Go to Hell

Sylvanas, with her long pale golden hair hanging loosely behind her head and blowing in the wind, stood at the front of the team. Her long, pale golden hair had been her trademark for more than a thousand years. At this moment, in front of more than ten thousand elite elves, this long pale golden hair is even more of a symbol, a symbol that has begun to be infinitely deified.

Sylvanas's eyes were brighter than the last time she took office as Ranger General, more confident and resolute, like emeralds shining in the sun. A pair of elf-specific, high-raised slender eyebrows are full of heroic spirit, raised high and stubbornly.

Her eyes no longer have the confusion, weakness and hesitation that she felt when she was forced to work as a salary thief under the suppression of the Silver Moon Council more than ten years ago. There is also no look in her eyes that is deep and helpless that the rangers remember most. The look of tiredness.

She was wearing a ranger outfit. However, this ranger outfit is completely different from the traditional ranger outfit and is full of her personal characteristics.

A dark green cloak, accompanied by the fluttering blond hair in the slightly turbid cold wind, rustled.

Two pieces of shoulder armor inlaid with the fangs of trolls hunted in Stranglethorn Valley gave her a wild and tribal look. It was to commemorate the hatred of the high elf and the glory of her continuous hunting of trolls for the past ten years, a symbol of the king of the forest.

Except for the bikini breastplate engraved with thunder runes, the entire upper body is composed of exquisite collarbones and sexy waist.

The dark green breeches on the lower body, which are very suitable for concealment, are obviously magic items, but if you look closely, you will find that there is electric current lingering on them.

Ranger General, no, surrendered in Kael'thas, and now that the two Ranger Generals Lor'themar and Halduron were suppressed, there is no doubt that Sylvanas has become the last hope of these more than 10,000 elves. .

She stood up straight!

Like a rising flag!

Although everyone saw that she was always at the front when charging, but when everyone was dusty and even covered with scars, her sword, long bow, clothes, and accessories were all brand new. Everything was neat and tidy, not even the long ranger boots were stained with dust.

She was like a proud commander about to attend the military parade, maintaining the perfect appearance that the high elves wanted to see most.

Normally, even if you simply walk through burning streets, you will be contaminated by the ashes of the city. Not to mention that he could still maintain such a heroic posture after killing more than a thousand undead creatures, both strong and weak.

This is not only the result of the power of wind and thunder surrounding her, but also the ultimate expression of her fighting skills.

Suddenly, the elves couldn't help but burst into admiration.

After thousands of years of intermittent battles with trolls at the edge of the Eversong Forest, and the baptism of the second Dark Portal War, the largest ever in the history of the Eastern Kingdom, the female ranger who was once talented but lacked experience seemed to be looking for Following the footsteps in history, it grew rapidly on the Queen's road.

A knight-errant hero and a queen of the forgotten, two completely different and unrelated figures, at this moment it seems that they have crossed the boundary wall of history, gradually overlapping and becoming one.

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

A man who was once a high and mighty king!

An outcast who had been an outcast from the kingdom!

Yet their eyes crossed the length of the stairs and met each other in mid-air.

Anastrian ignored Kael'thas, who was kneeling on the steps and trembling slightly. He lowered his head and used his cloudy eyes to look at the rebel who had made a mess of his plan to force him to surrender.

The Sun King sneered and spoke, with deep sarcasm and disdain in his words: "You object? Why do you object? You rarely mustered up the courage and tried your best to oppose me, but you still can't stop you and your possible The lives of followers have come to an end, so what’s the point of your opposition?”

Sylvanas held her head high, her fearless and beautiful face filled with the sparkle of life: "I object! It's because I am a ranger, and I at least know how to be grateful for the beauty of life. Not a serial person like you. Guys with rotten brains will only treat life as a tool that can be trampled on and thrown away at will."

The Sun King scoffed.

"Be grateful for life? What is the meaning of this boring feeling? As long as you are a living being, you must always have the fear of death. Since you cannot give up the fear of death, you should find a way to overcome death itself. My stupid subjects Ah! Since you believe that death is terrible and miserable, but you dare not take this step yourself, then 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, who have become so ugly, are qualified to decide to make us as ugly as you? Enough! Anastrian, Ming Knowing that your life has passed away, could I trouble you not to continue to exist shamelessly? Don't even know that you and those who follow you will not have any redemption in the future, and still try to attract more people to be buried with you. "

The Sun King was obviously angered by Sylvanas' high-spirited declaration of rebellion.

"you……"

Sylvanas glanced at Kael'thas, who was still trembling but did not dare to look at her. After sighing, she slowly raised the long bow in her hand, bent the bow and nocked an arrow, and pointed the sharp arrow at the sky above. The Sun King pointed at the once noble head that had now turned into a dead gray and ugly head.

"Anastrian, you have the right to give up your own life, but you have no right to trample on the life and soul of every elf who loves life. Based on your words, I, Sylvanas Windrunner, am here Declare - I do not recognize the 'Sun Chaser' as my king! Therefore, my final advice to you is - go to hell! Undead!"

Every word and every sentence is sonorous and powerful.

Bit by bit, it penetrates the soul.

Every elf, at this moment and every second, feels an extremely fierce excitement spurting out from the deepest part of the soul, spreading to every corner of the bloodline, igniting every cell in the body.

The irrepressible inner voice finally turned into a thundering roar——

Thousands of elves shouted in unison: "Go to hell! Dirty undead!"

The Sun King suddenly sighed softly: "Foolish people are stupid people... Only by giving up life can we 'live' more easily."

The next moment, a flash of light and shadow with thunder had already reached less than an inch before his pupils...