Chapter 218 The Charm of that Arrow

Burning Plains, a small tribe called Blackfang.

It is completely incomparable to the big tribes such as Blood Ax and Fire Seal. This tribe covers a small area and has a small population.

The Forsaken soldiers didn't even test them, and captured the entire camp with one charge.

Those who resisted were killed on the spot, and the rest were taken prisoners.

"Your Majesty, the prisoners are all here..." The Forsaken soldiers bowed to Sylvanas, with more than a dozen orcs tied up behind them like radish bundles.

The Banshee King and the weird-looking great apothecary Faranir took a look at several orc captives.

She has no interest in taking prisoners, and pain and hatred have been torturing her soul.

The blood no longer flows, the heart no longer beats, and the beautiful memories are like belonging to another person, and there is no sense of belonging at all when I recall them.

She was killed by Arthas, and then her soul was forcibly transformed into a banshee. She was forced to scream fatally at her compatriots. That experience has been lingering in Sylvanas's mind for one year and ten years. ? I'm afraid I won't be able to forget it in a hundred or a thousand years.

Even if she escaped the control of the Lich King and found her own body again, she would be different after all. No matter how good her body was, no matter how high the fit was, this was still a corpse, and she could never go back.

Only killing can offset the lack of spirituality. Unfortunately, Thrall expressed dissatisfaction with her actions of killing prisoners several times, so she could only suppress her nature to cater to the will of the tribal chief.

"Don't read it, let's do it like this. Send these rubbish to the war chief..." She felt a little depressed. The black stone orcs don't like to drill into caves as much as the black iron dwarves. They advocate scattered living and so on. The clans live independently according to form, which results in their traces being seen everywhere across the Burning Plains.

The Banshee Queen was getting tired of dealing with these enemies every day.

"Huh? Is this a human?" She was casually looking around in the Blackstone Orcs' tent, and suddenly found a human corpse placed in a tent.

she asked the big pharmacist next to her.

The Great Apothecary Faranir came from Dalaran, and he and Jaina were even good friends during his lifetime. When Dalaran fell, his spine was crushed, and even after he was resurrected, he still maintained his bent posture.

Unlike his colleagues who were good at necromancy, he was not good at necromancy before and after his life. He was good at making poisons and alchemy, which was why Sylvanas looked at him differently.

He looked at the corpse on the ground and said, "Your Majesty, if I read correctly, this is the corpse of a paladin."

As if inspecting some cargo, he squatted on the ground and inspected the body twice: "The time of death was about a month or so. Judging from the age, he was between fifty and fifty-five years old. There were marks on the chest that were slashed with a sharp blade and stabbed with a gun. , the fatal wound was on his neck, this knife almost cut off his neck, haha... These orcs seemed to be performing some kind of ritual, but they didn't succeed."

"Human Paladin...interesting..." Sylvanas became a little interested. She had always wanted to make a death knight similar to the Lich King's men, so she collected a lot of Scarlet Crusaders for this purpose. The corpse of the paladin, but has been unsuccessful.

The necromancer under her command believed that the Holy Light in the Blood Crusade Paladin was impure and suggested that she find a few orthodox Paladins to try.

"Since it's the body of a paladin, take it back. Those Scarlet Crusaders paladin really disappointed me. Maybe this guy can do it. By the way, do you know the name of this paladin during his lifetime?" She said He turned to ask the captured orc.

The orc prisoner said a name in a somewhat stiff Common Tongue: "...Grian Stroman..."

The corpse was just a minor incident, and the Banshee King didn't care. In addition to not allowing random killings, she still enjoyed the thrill of hunting on the plains. When the bowstring was loosened, she even felt that she was still alive.

That day, she led the team to eliminate two small tribes of orcs. She was about to escort the prisoners back to the camp, when she suddenly noticed something strange in the distance.

As a legendary dark ranger, her eyesight is extremely sharp.

The two creatures flying from the sky were still far away, but she took a quick look at them and got a clear picture of the situation.

"Haha! This guy is actually a Druid?" Completely ignoring the doubts of her subordinates, she took three steps and two steps at a time. Her movements were vigorous and her body was light, as if she had no weight at all. Sylvanas behaved in a way that is completely difficult for humans to do. Climb to the top of the mountain at an imaginary speed.

She quickly took out an arrow as black as ink, stretched the bow string to the extreme, and aimed at the horizon from a distance, secretly calculating the distance between the two sides.

Five thousand meters, four thousand meters, three thousand meters... one thousand five hundred meters! She raised the ornately decorated bow, and when an eagle and a dragon passed by the mountain, she suddenly released the bowstring.

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

This arrow seemed to be helping, but the sharpness and angle of the arrow revealed its power. When the arrow penetrated the black dragon, it was able to shoot down Vanessa as well.

I've been guarding against you for a long time! Vanessa was not a stupid black dragon. Even though she was entangled with the black dragon, she saw the Banshee King below with her peripheral vision. As soon as the other party drew her bow, she could basically imagine the next scene.

It's nothing more than a trick that kills two birds with one stone.

She turned over to get out of the way of the arrow, but if she could avoid the arrow, she couldn't avoid the Black Dragon Princess.

The huge dragon's mouth bit on her newly healed wings, and its sharp teeth broke more than ten large holes in her wings, and then the dragon was ready to tear it apart.

Fortunately, Sylvanas' arrow arrived at this time.

With a large amount of undead power, UU Reading www.uukanshu.net this arrow hit the Black Dragon Princess's abdomen and flew out from the side of the dragon's back.

Sylvanas quickly drew out the arrow, turned around, and prepared to shoot the second arrow.

But after taking aim twice, I found that an eagle and a dragon had flown beyond the range limit.

With a distance of one thousand meters, you can still shoot an arrow with good vision and preparation, but if you are two thousand meters away, there is no chance, and the artifact bow and arrow cannot ignore the distance.

"Sylvanas! I won't let you go!" Vanessa's voice came from afar.

The Banshee King snorted and didn't care. This level of threat is not even a drizzle. I'm happy! Come and hit me if you can?

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

Vanessa was unlucky. Her wings were bitten by the giant dragon, and she couldn't break away in her haste. She watched an eagle and a dragon fly over Blackstone Mountain, like a meteor, falling in the north of Blackstone Mountain. Inside the Searing Canyon.