Chapter 53: Banshee Queen, Sylvanas

This female blood elf is a fire mage, good at fire mage talent, but also proficient in some other arcane magic, so Thrall specially invited her to come and cast a teleportation spell for Rhode.

"Thank you, Lady Elesis." Thrall said.

"For the glory of the Sin'dorei, the eternal sun guides me, Chieftain, I will prepare a teleportation spell to teleport you to Lady Sylvanas in the Undercity." Elesis said.

Now that the blood elves are about to join the tribe, she, as a blood elf mage specially sent to the tribe, naturally has to obey the orders of the chieftain, Thrall.

Even for a female elf who has lived for more than a thousand years, it is very laborious to cast a teleportation spell across the continent, which requires a lot of mana.

"Miss Sin'dorei Mage, please give me the coordinates of the Undercity, and I will teleport myself." Rhode said.

I don't know why, Rhode always feels that the female mage in front of him is familiar, and even her name is familiar.

It's very similar to the name of Manastorm, but the two have nothing to do with each other. However, I must have heard this name somewhere, otherwise it would not be so familiar.

The female elf heard this and nodded on the spot without any intention of refusing. If it is possible not to consume her own mana, then this is a good thing.

As for why Rhodes, a warlock, is proficient in teleportation, she was too lazy to ask and didn't want to know.

"I'll connect the coordinates of the two places." The female elf's hands exerted the energy of arcane magic, and soon connected the space coordinates between Undercity and Orgrimmar, as well as the anchor point.

"Okay, you two, you can use the teleportation spell now." Elesis Firestorm said.

Rhodes nodded and directly used his space ring. A blue light enveloped him, Ritsson, and a skeleton tied up with a rag stuffed in his mouth.

The three disappeared in an instant and left Orgrimmar.

Undercity was once the main city of the Kingdom of Lordaeron. The Forsaken living in it, 70% to 80% were soldiers of the Kingdom of Lordaeron, and there were also civilians.

There were also a small number of ranger troops, which were the ranger troops once led by Sylvanas.

"Living people? Humans and orcs? There is also an undead." A Forsaken holding a black staff, pale, and even with a piece of flesh missing from his face appeared in front of Rhodes and spoke.

He was the mage responsible for guarding the space anchor point of Undercity. As soon as this spell anchor point was activated, he discovered and rushed over. After finding out that it was from the Horde, he didn't say much.

Among the members who came this time, one was an orc from the Horde, and one was from the Alliance. Human. Is there another Forsaken or a Scourge?

"We are the envoys of the Horde. I came to visit the Banshee Queen on the orders of the Great Chief Thrall." Letson said.

Rhode, who was standing aside, pinched his nose in disgust. Damn, the smell here is not ordinary, an extremely unpleasant corpse smell is floating here.

"Ghost! So scary, so scary." Brook, who was carried on Rhode's shoulders, screamed in fear and shouted at the Forsaken Mage in front of him.

"???" The Forsaken Mage was a little confused. I am a ghost, aren't you?

"Please follow me, I will take you to see the Queen, she happens to be in the Undercity." The Forsaken Mage had no intention of talking nonsense with Rhode and others, and directly led them out of the Mage Area and headed towards the Royal Underground Palace.

Soon the group was taken to an underground palace. Some female elves with red eyes, dark gray skin, pointed ears, and cloaks were patrolling. They were Sylvanas's direct troops, the Dark Rangers.

In addition, there was a large group of troops wearing excellent armor and holding spears, who were eyeing them covetously. They were Sylvanas's guards, the Terror Guards.

"These people came from the main city of the tribe. They said they came to see the queen on the orders of Chief Thrall." The forgotten mage who led Rhodes and others said.

"I'll go inform Her Majesty the Queen." The dark ranger guarding the gate said.

After waiting for about ten minutes. Led by a dark ranger, Rhodes, Ritsson and Brooke came to Sylvanas.

Sylvanas is quite tall, about 1.85 meters tall, with long white hair, blood-red eyes, lavender lips, and a dark blue face.

"Speak! What do you want?" The Banshee Queen's voice was very hoarse, with a somewhat scary sound effect.

"Ms. Sylvanas, first of all, I would like to say hello to you on behalf of the chief of the tribe, Thrall. This is Rhodes, my apprentice and also a friend of the chief. He has a very special gift for you. Please do me a favor." Ritsson stepped forward and said.

"I don't want any gifts except Arthas's head. If the Warchief has any orders, just tell him! The Forsaken will execute them if the orders are reasonable." Sylvanas said.

"Respected Banshee Queen, you will like this special gift, he, uh!" Rhode looked at the empty position of Brook. At this time, the skeleton had already rushed to Sylvanas' waist and was staring at a private part of the Banshee Queen with an obsessed look.

Sylvanas was still dressed as a ranger general, a simple and cool armor, especially the lower body was slightly cool.

Although it was made of iron, it actually covered the important private parts. The entire thigh and navel were exposed.

A skeleton was kneeling in front of Sylvanas's cool little armor, with his mouth wide open, and then a trace of nosebleed flowed out of the hole in his nostrils.

What a beautiful underwear armor, wearing underwear outside is really great.

"You, you are bleeding, you are bleeding from the nose? How is this possible? Is this an illusion trick?" The Banshee Queen suddenly widened her eyes.

He grabbed Brooke's afro, lifted him up, and spoke.

However, due to their height, the posture of the two was a little strange. A huge skull face was looking at Sylvanas with a very lustful expression.

"Beautiful lady, can you give me your underwear?" Brooke said.

"You, you to me! You still have the desire to reproduce before you died? This is impossible! The undead don't have that kind of thought, we don't have that kind of feeling, and we don't have that kind of ability." The Banshee Queen roared.