Cirvanas stood at the front of the team, her light blonde hair fluttering in the wind. Her long light blonde hair had been her symbol for the past thousand years. At this moment, in front of these ten thousand elite elves, her light blonde hair was a symbol that was beginning to be deified.
Cirvanas' eyes were brighter than when she had been a ranger general. They were more confident and determined, like emeralds shining under the sun. Her long eyebrows, which were unique to elves, were full of heroism and stubbornness.
There was no longer the confusion, weakness, and hesitation in her eyes when she was forced to become a paycheck thief under the suppression of the Silver Moon Council more than ten years ago. There was also no longer the deep, helpless fatigue that was left in the memories of the rangers.
She was wearing a ranger's outfit. But this ranger's outfit was completely different from the traditional ranger's outfit. It was full of her personal characteristics.
A dark green cloak fluttered in the cold, turbid wind, accompanied by the fluttering golden hair.
Her two pauldrons were studded with the fangs of trolls hunted in Stranglethorn Vale, giving her a wild demeanor similar to that of a tribe. It was to commemorate the hatred of the High Elves, and also the glory of her continuous hunting of trolls in the past ten years. It was the symbol of the king of the forest.
Other than the bikini breastplate engraved with lightning runes, her exquisite collarbones and sexy waist were the only things on her body.
The dark green breeches that were very suitable for concealment were obviously magic items. But if one looked closely, one would find that there was electricity lingering on them.
The ranger general — no, after Kael 'thas had surrendered and the two appointed ranger generals, Lor' themar and Haduron, had been suppressed, there was no doubt that Cirvanas had become the last hope of these ten thousand elves.
She stood ramrod straight!
It was like a rising flag!
Although everyone could see that she was always at the forefront during the charge, when everyone was covered in dust and even covered in wounds, her sword, longbow, armor, and accessories were all new and clean. Even her long ranger boots were not stained with dust.
She was like a proud commander about to attend a military parade, maintaining the perfect appearance that the High Elves wanted to see the most.
Normally, even walking through a burning street would cause one to be stained by the ashes of the city. Not to mention, he was able to maintain such a heroic posture after killing over a thousand Undead Creatures, both strong and weak.
This was not only due to the power of wind and lightning surrounding her, but also the pinnacle of her combat skills.
Suddenly, the elves couldn't help but exclaim in admiration.
After a thousand years of intermittent battles with the Trolls at the edge of the Long Song Forest, and the baptism of the Second Battle of the Dark Portal, which was the largest in the history of the Eastern Kingdom, the once talented but inexperienced female ranger seemed to be following the footsteps of history, and rapidly grew on the path of a queen.
A ranger hero and a forgotten queen. Two completely different and unrelated figures seemed to cross the boundary of history at this moment, gradually overlapping and merging into one.
The Sun King Anastrian and the Ranger General Cirvanas. One was at the bottom of the stairs in front of the palace, while the other was high up in the middle of the palace.
A king who used to be high and mighty!
An exile who had been abandoned by the kingdom!
However, their gazes crossed the length of the stairs and met each other in mid-air.
Anastrian ignored Kael 'thas, who was kneeling on the stairs and trembling slightly. He lowered his head and used his turbid eyes to' look 'at the rebel who messed up his grand plan to force him to surrender.
The Sun King sneered, his words filled with thick sarcasm and disdain. "You object? What right do you have to object? It's rare for you to muster up the courage to object to me, but you still can't stop the lives of you and your possible followers from coming to an end. So what's the point of your objection? "
Cirvanas raised her head high, her beautiful, fearless face glowing with the light of life. "I object! It's because I'm a ranger, and I at least know how to be grateful for the beauty of life. Unlike a guy like you whose brain is rotten, who only treats life as a tool to be trampled on and discarded at will. "
The Sun King sneered.
"Grateful for life? What's the point of such a boring feeling? As long as one is a living creature, one must always have the fear of death. Since one can't abandon the fear of death, then one should find a way to overcome death itself. My foolish subjects! Since you believe that death is terrible and miserable, and you don't dare to take this step yourself, then you should abandon your rationality and let me, as your king, decide everything for you. "
Cirvanas said sarcastically, "Let you decide? Do you think you, who have become so ugly, still have the right to decide to make us as ugly as you? Enough! Anastrian, you know that your life is gone, but can you please not continue to exist shamelessly? Don't even try to drag more people to die with you, knowing that you and your followers will not have any redemption in the future. "
The Sun King was clearly angered by Cirvanas' rebellious declaration.
"You …"
Sylvanas glanced at Kael 'thas, who was still trembling but did not dare to look at her. After sighing softly, she slowly raised the longbow in her hand, drew the bow, and nocked an arrow. She pointed the sharp arrowhead at the high and mighty Sun King, pointing at the once incomparably noble head that had now turned 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 elf who loves life. With this sentence of yours, I, Cirvanas Windrunner, hereby declare that I don't recognize the Sunstrider as my king! So, my last advice to you is: Go to hell! Undying! "
Every word was sonorous and powerful.
Bit by bit, it seeped into the soul.
Every elf, at this moment, felt an incomparably burning sense of excitement gushing out from the deepest part of their soul, spreading to every corner of their bloodline, and igniting every cell in their body.
The unsuppressable voice finally turned into a heaven-shaking roar.
Thousands of elves shouted in unison, "Go to hell! Filthy Undying! "
The Sun King suddenly sighed softly. "Fools are fools … You can only 'live' more easily by giving up your life."
In the next moment, a lightning-filled shadow was already less than an inch away from his eyes …
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