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Chapter 221 Sisters Meet

"Long time no see, banshee!"

"A banshee? Vereesa..."

Queen Sylvanas felt a pang of sadness upon hearing her third sister's words. Vereesa & Windranger frowned, nocking a fourth arrow onto their oak bow. She was standing up for her husband, and also for the oath of the Silver Covenant.

Is the Dark Ranger Sylvanas an enemy?

When the Scourge invaded the Quel'Thalas elven empire, the Windrunner family devoted themselves to the cause, and the entire family remained loyal and valiant.

If it weren't for the betrayal of Darkan Drasil, Sylvanas's Ranger Guard would have been able to protect the people of Quel'Thalas with the runic barrier that covered the entire Eversong Forest.

Arthas and his minions were unable to breach the triple defenses.

The undead ultimately breached the gates of the elven empire, leaving behind a trail of plague, destroying half of Silvermoon City, and polluting the waters of the Sunwell, the sacred site of the high elves...

In reality, the one who remained in Silvermoon City, fighting to the death, was none other than Sylvanas, the High Elf Ranger-General... She and Anastarian, the Sun King, perished in Silvermoon City. The eldest Windrunner had long since followed Turalyon to distant lands, and Vereesa followed in her sister's footsteps, joining the Farstrider organization.

Later, he teamed up with Rhonin to save the dragons in Grombato.

When the tragedy struck Silvermoon City, not only was Prince Kael'thas, the Blood Elf crown prince, far away in Dalaran, but his eldest sister and third sister were also not by his side. Sylvanas had sent her third sister and fourth brother away to seek refuge long ago.

The fourth brother died in the battle to resist the invasion of the undead, which created a rift between the sisters.

When Sylvanas died, Arthas resurrected her with Frostmourne, making her the first banshee, immortal, and sent to fight for the Lich King...

Vereesa has migrated to Dalaran... She has gathered a large number of high elves who left Silvermoon City to form the Silver Covenant and fight against the blood elves... She believes that both Prince Kael'thas and Sylvanas's former lieutenant, now the regent of Silvermoon City, have abandoned the glory of the high elves.

Hearing that her second sister had gathered a large group of so-called undead and established herself in Undercity... she could only believe that her second sister, the hero of Silvermoon City and the ranger general of the Quel'Thalas Empire, had died in battle.

The so-called Dark Queen before us is nothing more than a banshee tormented by revenge and the desire for immortality.

The Banshee Queen and her servants, the Forsaken, are all enemies.

The city lord's wife had a look of utter ruthlessness in her eyes.

She stared at Sylvanas, her face pale and eyes bloodshot... her eyes filled only with resentment at her brother's tragic death, the fall of her kingdom, and the damage to her family's honor...

"Prepare to die, you banshee!"

The fourth arrow was fired, accompanied by several afterimages...

This phantom arrow was a secret technique taught to her by her second sister. After being shot, it creates a double image, making it impossible for the enemy to detect the real arrow... Sometimes it is mixed with multiple arrows, making it a mix of real and fake, creating numerous illusions.

Queen Sylvanas could be humiliated by her enemies, tortured by the Lich King, and rejected by both humans and elves.

But being attacked by her own sister... her heart, which had been dead for many years, felt a tearing sensation.

A flicker of pain crossed her eyes, but it vanished in an instant.

The Queen tilted her head slightly, her two banshee-like claws gripping the arrowhead near her ear, pulling and tugging it back to examine it closely... Upon seeing the Windrunner family insignia, the Queen chuckled softly:

"Indeed, the city lord's wife has been devoted to her husband and children all these years, and her archery skills haven't declined... It's a pity that her strength is still a bit lacking. The enemy is not a fixed wooden stake or straw man."

Upon hearing this, Vera gritted her teeth and was about to continue firing.

Luo Ning teleported to his wife's side, raised his hand to deflect the arrow... and stood in front of her, offering words of advice:

“Vereesa, Queen Sylvanas is a guest of Dalaran! Private duels are forbidden in Dalaran... You are now a member of the Kirin Tor, so abide by the laws of Dalaran. Set a good example... Calm down.”

Vereesa angrily turned to look at her husband, then at the groups of wounded and fallen Dalaran defense mages lying on the ground...

She questioned her husband: "They've come to our doorstep to bully us, and you're still here talking about the law. Can you even calm the dead down?"

The Queen burst into laughter: "I can!"

Sylvanas raised her hand, and countless dark shadows suddenly flew out from beneath her arm, rushing towards the lifeless corpses of the human soldiers. Just three seconds later, these corpses actually swayed and stood up again, but their eyes had lost their luster, and they were dazed, as if they had no bones to support them.

"Banshee!"

The Kirin Tor senators were immediately displeased.

Jaina also erupted in anger, but for Thrall's sake, she managed to restrain herself from attacking Sylvanas.

Back then, Sylvanas was the Ranger-General of Silvermoon City. In the eyes of the nobles of the human kingdoms, she was a legend among the high elves. Her age was a mystery, as high elves, with the blessing of the Sunwell water, did not experience much change in appearance.

As early as the beginning of the prosperity of the Seven Kingdoms, the Windrunner family was already the ranger lords of Silvermoon City.

The eldest sister, Alleria, was already an elf of the Windrunner family. She was sent by the Sun King to support the Alliance of Lordaeron and fight against the orcs.

From the very beginning, when they first joined forces with the human Arathor Empire to fight against the trolls, the Windrunner family was the core fighting force of Silvermoon City.

When Jaina was a princess, she admired and appreciated the elven rangers... but now Sylvanas makes her feel disgusted. Compared to the wild impression the night elf fanged druids gave her, the high elves do have some of the aura that is similar to human nobles.

She naturally didn't know that the so-called nobles were nothing more than pampered people who then flaunted their difference from others.

In the traditions of the Kul Tirans, physical combat is not considered impolite; they highly value martial virtue. However, the Royal Court of Lordaeron in the past was very particular about court etiquette... The legends of knights and dragons, princes and princesses, have become a thing of the past with the spread of the undead plague.

When the dead return, human women must also take up arms to fight back...

Sylvanas's act of resurrecting fallen soldiers enraged many in the Kirin Tor. Just as they were about to attack, Rhonin rebuked and stopped them.

"Have you gentlemen forgotten the declaration of Dalaran?"

Khadgar and several councilors, though also displeased, nodded and stood beside the Grand Chancellor, causing the guards and councilors to restrain themselves... The Queen, as if to verify something, raised her fist high above her head...

A vengeful undead guard emerged from the shadows beside him, raising the Undercity banner in his hand.

The hammer struck the ground, producing a crisp sound as a bronze staff struck marble. The Forsaken still fighting in the area, as well as those bats battling dwarves in the sewers and skies, hurling incendiary bombs, all ceased their attack and retreated in an orderly fashion towards the goblin airship.

The Forsaken warriors on the ground of Dalaran all retreated quickly and gathered behind the Queen; the whole process was completed in just 10 seconds.

The entire city of Dalaran suddenly fell silent...

Aside from the groans and cries of a few wounded human soldiers, and the crackling sounds of burning wood from craters and bombs, the world fell silent... only the occasional, faint roar of the engines from the airships outside the city's barrier could be heard...

Has the fighting stopped?

The Queen lowered her fist, and the undead axemen all lowered their blades...

The shield was draped behind his back, but the flag still fluttered...

Everyone, including the onlookers in the safe zone, breathed a sigh of relief. Even Lorraine, who was hiding in an unfamiliar dimension watching the mirror image of the outer Dalaran with the strange little old man, couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"The war is over?"

"It's not that easy. The negotiations have begun... It seems your queen has heeded my words... Dalaran is useless against her. Dalaran belongs to no one, and magic belongs to no one..."

In response to Lorraine's question, Master Merlin seemed to answer it, yet he also seemed not to.

After the Dark Queen Sylvanas made the gesture, and the Forsaken ceased their attack, she then extended her bone claws toward the Kirin Tor members:

"The warriors of the Forsaken are more precious than what you call humans. These corpses cannot be used by the Lich King... I will make them warriors to fight against the Scourge, as compensation from the Kirin Tor to Undercity..."

"Don't worry, the Avengers will leave, but there are a few conditions... First, hand over the Plaguebringer Lorraine!"

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