Burning the Plain, a small tribe called Black Tooth.

It is completely incomparable to the large tribes of Blood Axe and Fire Seal. This tribe covers a small area and has a small population.

The Forgotten soldiers did not even test, and took the entire camp with one charge.

The stubborn resistance was killed on the spot, and the rest were captured.

"Her Majesty, the prisoners are all here." The Forgotten soldier bowed to Sylvanas, and behind him, he tied up more than a dozen orcs.

The King of Banshee and the weirdly stylist Faranil looked at several orc captives.

She had no interest in taking prisoners, and pain and hatred had been tormenting her heart.

The blood no longer flows, the heart no longer beats, the beautiful memories used to be like someone else, and there is no sense of belonging when recalling them.

Killed by Arthas, and then his soul was made into a banshee. She was forced to let out a fatal scream at her compatriots. That experience has been wandering in Sylvanas's mind, one year, ten years? I'm afraid it will never be forgotten for a hundred years or a thousand years.

Even if she escaped from the control of the Lich King and found her body again, she was different after all. No matter how good she was in her health and how high the degree of fit was, she was still a corpse and she could never go back.

Only killing can overcome the lack of mind. Unfortunately, Thrall expressed dissatisfaction with her behavior of killing prisoners several times. She could only suppress her nature to cater to the will of the tribe chief.

"Let's not watch it, just do it. All these wastes were sent to the chief." She was a little embarrassed. The Black Stone Orcs did not like to drill caves like the Black Iron Dwarfs. They advocated scatteredness and lived in the form of clans, which led to their traces being seen everywhere on the entire Burning Plain.

The Banshee King is already a little tired of dealing with these enemies every day.

"Huh? Is this a human?" She watched casually in the Black Stone Orc's tent and suddenly found a human body placed in a tent.

She asked the great pharmacist around her.

The great pharmacist Faranil is from Dalaran. He was even a good friend with Jaina during his lifetime. When Dalaran fell, his spine was crushed. Even though he was resurrected from the dead, he still bent down.

Unlike his colleagues who are good at necromancers, he is not good at necromancers before and after death. He is good at making poisons and alchemy, which is also the reason why Sylvanas looks at him differently.

He looked at the corpse on the ground and said, "Mr. Queen, if I read it correctly, this is the body of a Paladin."

As if he was checking for a cargo, he squatted on the ground and inspected the body twice: "The death time is about a month. It seems that he is between the ages of fifty and fifty-five, and there are signs of sharp blades and gun stabs on his chest. The fatal injury is his neck. This knife almost cut off his neck. Haha, these orcs seem to be performing some ritual, but they are not successful."

"Human Paladin is interesting" Sylvanas became a little interested. She had always wanted to make the same death knight as the Lich King's subordinates, and collected a lot of blood-colored crusader corpses, but she had never succeeded.

The necromancer under his command believed that the holy light in the body of the Blood Crusader Paladin was impure, so he suggested that she would better find a few orthodox paladins to try.

"Since it's the body of the Paladin, I'll take it back. Those Blood Crusaders really disappoint me. Maybe this guy can do it. By the way, do you know what this Paladin's name was during his lifetime?" She turned to ask the captured orc.

The orc captives used a somewhat blunt common term to name: "Grian Storman"

The corpse is just a small episode, and the Banshee King didn't care. Apart from not letting arbitrary killing, she still enjoyed the pleasure of hunting on the plains. When the bowstring was loosened, she even felt that she was still alive.

On that day, she led the team to clear out two small orc tribes. She was about to take the prisoners back to the camp, but suddenly she found something unusual in the distance.

As a legendary dark ranger, her eyes are extremely sharp.

The two creatures flying from the horizon were still far away, but she looked at the situation at first glance.

"Haha! Is this guy actually a druid?" She completely ignored her subordinates' doubts. She took two steps at three steps, her movements were vigorous and her figure was light, as if she had no weight at all. Sylvanas climbed to the top of the mountain on one side at a speed that humans could not imagine.

She quickly took out a pitch-black arrow, pulled the bowstring to the extreme, aimed at the horizon from afar, secretly calculating the distance between the two sides.

Five thousand meters, four thousand meters, three thousand meters and one thousand five hundred meters! She raised her gorgeously decorated bow body, and when an eagle and a dragon passed by the mountain, she suddenly let go of the bowstring.

"Bang!" With a crisp sound, the arrow penetrated the air, crossed a distance of 1,100 meters at an upward angle, and stabbed the Black Dragon Princess' abdomen directly.

This arrow seemed to be helping, but you can tell the power contained in it by looking at the sharp attributes and angles on the arrow. The arrow can shoot Vanessa down as well as the arrow penetrates the black dragon.

I'll be on guard against you! Vanessa is not a foolish black dragon. Even though she was entangled with the black dragon, she could see the banshee king below with her own light. Once the other party pulled the bow, she could basically think of the scene behind.

It's nothing more than a trick of killing two birds with one stone.

She turned over and let the arrow go, but if she could dodge the arrow, she could not dodge the Black Dragon Princess.

The huge dragon's mouth bit her newly healed wings, and her sharp teeth bit more than a dozen large holes on her wings, and then the dragon was about to tear it.

Fortunately, Sylvanas's arrow arrived at this time.

With a large amount of undead power, the arrow shot into the abdomen of the Black Dragon Princess and flew out from the side of the dragon's back.

Sylvanas quickly pulled out the arrow, turned around and twisted his waist, ready to shoot the second arrow.

But after aiming twice, he found that one eagle and one dragon had already flown out of the range limit.

Apart one thousand meters, you can still get an arrow with a good vision and preparation in advance. There will be no chance to go two thousand meters away, and the artifact bows and arrows cannot ignore the distance.

"Sylvanas! I will never let you!" Vanessa's voice came from afar.

The Banshee King snorted, not caring at all. This level of threat is not even a drizzle. I am happy! If you have the ability, come and beat me?

The Black Dragon Princess was severely injured, and the undead aura on the arrow was eroding her vitality. Her consciousness was already very blurred and she was sliding forward by inertia.

Vanessa was in trouble. Her wings were bitten by the dragon, and she couldn't break free in a hurry. She watched a dragon fly over Black Stone Mountain, like a meteor, falling into the scorching canyon in the north of Black Stone Mountain.
Chapter completed!