Chapter 48 Another Timeline: The Bronze Dragon's Proposal

Rewind the time to the day before.

Sylvanas strolled in her city without any followers around her. Seeing the Forsaken around her doing things in an orderly manner according to her will, she had to say that this feeling was really good.

In the name of light.

In the name of the light of the sun.

Blood descendants.

The enemy is marching straight in.

…

Hearing the familiar singing, Sylvanas stopped to watch. The blood elves in the lute, lyre, flute, bagpipe, mandolin and harp used their exquisite singing voice and impeccable performance to make Sylvanas' eyes change slightly.

She wanted to wipe away the tears from the corners of her eyes as before, but found that she could no longer cry.

She was a dead person.

She walked forward while clapping her hands, looking at her brother, Sylvanas said: "Little Sun Lord, your singing is still so beautiful."

It was as if he was the author of this song.

"Ms. Moon." Lilas forced a smile with difficulty.

Since she was resurrected from the curse of the Lich King, this was her first time seeing her brother. Lilas had become a little different. Sylvanas couldn't tell what it was, but she could see the alienation in his eyes.

"Sister asked you to come here for something, right?" Sylvanas' eyes began to change a little, and her voice became a little sharp.

"Yes, sister wants to persuade you to join the coalition with... these Forsaken." Lilas said: "They call it the Alliance."

"Alliance?" Sylvanas raised her eyebrows and said: "She asked you to come just for this?"

"And sent a letter." Lilas handed Sylvanas the handwritten letter from Alleria.

"Mother, father and sister miss you very much." He said carefully.

After Sylvanas died in battle, she took over the position of the new head of the Windrunner family and the position of the Ranger General of Quel'Thalas.

Letting this eldest daughter inherit the position of the Ranger General and the head of the family is also her mother's long-cherished wish.

Sylvanas glanced at the words on the letter, accepted it, frowned, and said unhappily: "I didn't expect that meeting the people of the Windrunner family again was just for this."

"How many days did they allow you to stay here?" Sylvanas asked.

"The offensive of the cultists and elemental creatures is very fierce." Lilas had some difficulty adapting to the smell of the city. He resisted the discomfort and said: "They hope I will go back earlier."

Sylvanas understood that his arrival was to play the emotional card so that his people would be insignificant cannon fodder for them.

"Maybe if you pretend a little more, I will agree." She murmured.

"Do you know the meaning of this so-called alliance sending you here?" Sylvanas said: "They need cannon fodder to kill the crazy dragon, so they let you find me."

"But, they said they would be equal..." Lilas wanted to explain that his original intention was not to let his sister die.

Even if this "sister" might not be the one he knew.

"It is precisely because they said so that I don't believe it." Sylvanas sneered, can the words of human nobles be believed?

They are not as sincere as the trolls!

They all said that the Alliance would accept the Forsaken, but you still don't believe that they discriminate against and exploit the Forsaken?

There was no sadness or bitterness in her eyes, as if she had seen through Lilas, which made him feel a little ashamed.

What was he doing? Using his sister? Although they all said that this was not his sister, but just a monster in skin, he could recognize it now, this was her.

"The monster that killed so many people has nothing to do with our old friend."

"The executioner."

"Me too. But she wouldn't want to see us sad. Let us remember what she wanted us to remember: she was our friend, sharp-tongued, intelligent, full of vitality and passion. Our Sylvanas has always been her, not the monster wearing her face."

The evaluation of her comrades in arms flashed through her mind, and Sylvanas suddenly realized how stupid she was.

As for whether her brother had the same opinion as them? It was meaningless.

Sylvanas felt bored. She ignored Lilas and walked towards her bedroom, which was almost unimaginable before.

Now, she just wanted to find a place to stay quietly for a while.

Sylvanas tried to hide her feelings from her loyal people, but failed.

Everyone who saw her realized that the Banshee Queen was in a bad mood.

"You look very sad." A female dwarf said.

Sylvanas glanced at him, "I remember you, your name is Chromie, right?"

"Annoying bronze dragon." Sylvanas said.

"I just want to save the world." Chromie retorted.

"Then you shouldn't come here." Sylvanas no longer cares about saving the world. Her family and the former ranger trio (Sylvanas is one of them) all regard her as a monster.

The last bit of fantasy in her heart was shattered.

"Are you talking about humans? They can't do it." Chromie said affirmatively.

"Oh, then I can do it?"

"I searched the entire timeline and found the biggest problem in this world."

We were almost at her bedroom, and the bronze dragon was still chattering.

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"What?" Sylvanas suppressed her anger.

"There is no Horde in this world, and it's all because of him."

Chromie used a spell to show the image of an orc.

"He prevented the opening of the Dark Portal and prevented the Horde from coming to Azeroth."

This was the first time Sylvanas saw this brown creature, with strong muscles, human-like appearance, and a ferocious face like a beast.

The color of her eyes was also similar to her life, both blue.

"So."

"Because there was no pressure from the Horde, the Alliance was established too late, and the night elves did not join the Alliance. Deathwing's attack will be unstoppable." Chromie's expression was very serious, which made his female dwarf appearance more real.

The Tauren did not wait for the help of the orcs, the Darkspear trolls fled everywhere, and the Forsaken were idle in the Undercity. Apart from the Northern Expedition Scourge, they did almost nothing.

(Kingdom of Gilneas: Thank the Holy Light.)

"Then why are you looking for a monster like me?" Sylvanas' tone was full of frustration.

"So that you can go back to the past, find him, and let his tribe come to Azeroth."

"It sounds like a job that only adventurers would do." Sylvanas thought.

"So we can change the past? I think what has happened in this world should not be changed." Sylvanas lowered her head, not knowing what she was thinking.

"Yes, the past that has happened may not be changed, but you can change the future."

What's more, who can say for sure whether sending you back to the past is also part of the past?

Sylvanas was disdainful, naively saving the world for what? Let them continue to say that they are monsters?

"But why should I go?" Sylvanas didn't like this world. If it weren't for her brother, she would have left this world when Arthas, the butcher, died.

"At least for your brother." Chromie persuaded, "Since you can stay in this world for your brother, why can't you love this world more for him?"

"If the world is destroyed, your family and friends will also..."

Family?

"Don't say anymore." Sylvanas said calmly, "I will do one last thing for him. I will try to invite them to this world, but what is my chance of success?"

"50%." Chromie said, "Success or failure, there is no other choice."

"In the future shown by the Lord of Time, his future is a mist, and now your future is the same." Chromie explained why he chose Sylvanas, "Maybe you two have something in common."

"Heh." Although Sylvanas' voice was cold, she also accepted the bronze dragon's statement.

If in the end it was the monster alliance in the eyes of the world that defeated the servants of Deathwing and saved the world.

The blood shed by countless "warriors" was really in vain.