Darkness shrouded Silvermoon City.
Sylvanas had a dream in which she lay naked on her back on a black dining table. Medivh sat at the head of the table, followed by Thrall, Saurfang the Great, Jaina, and others. They held various sharp swords and were eyeing Sylvanas with ill intent.
His eyes Fervor, and he kept swallowing, as if he were looking at a delicate and delicious dish.
"Let's begin our meal!" Medivh said gracefully.
Swords and blades came down, slicing and tearing at Sylvanas's delicate flesh.
"No, no, please, don't."
Her murmured plea seemed to come from a distant place.
"Do you wish to refuse this great glory? Then submit to darkness forever."
The Dreadlord Tichondrius suddenly appeared. This hideous monster sneered and extended its claws, and dark fear enveloped Sylvanas.
The dream loops, over and over again, seemingly without end.
Sylvanas felt her will growing weaker and weaker; she was on the verge of collapse.
"The Scourge destroyed Silvermoon City, Arthas killed you, former Silvermoon City General, Windrunner Sylvanas, now just a pathetic Banshee."
The sound echoed in her ears again and again.
Sylvanas succumbed; she believed the lie.
Her memories of her life are fading away, becoming increasingly blurry, distant, and untouchable.
Those precious, beautiful sentiments, those once magnificent chapters, are no longer so important.
"Tell me, who destroyed Silvermoon City?" the voice asked.
"The Scourge," Sylvanas responded weakly.
"Who killed you?"
"Arthas Menethil."
"That's right. You must remember this hatred and tell it to everyone."
A giant sword covered in Runes suddenly appeared, its blazing light shattering all illusions and tearing this terrifying dream apart.
As the surroundings blurred, the shadows disappeared, replaced by soft light and a comfortable Tranquility.
Sylvanas found herself floating in the air. Looking at the mangled body beside her, clearly ripped apart by a wild beast with sharp teeth, Sylvanas was puzzled. Were there wild beasts in Silvermoon City?
She remembered this scene, and even after becoming the Dark Lady of Undercity, this confusion continued to affect her.
"The Scourge destroyed Silvermoon City, Arthas killed you."
The voice echoed in her heart once again.
A sudden surge of hatred welled up within her, Sylvanas's spirit glared at Arthas, letting out a piercing scream:
"You killed me, you destroyed Silvermoon City, you executioner."
Arthas raised his other hand in a summoning gesture, thus forcibly pulling her from her nightmarish fear of death, but Sylvanas felt no gratitude.
Kael'thas was about to explain the truth to the newly resurrected Banshee when Kel'Thuzad stopped him. The Lich shook his head and whispered, "Dark magic has ensnared her too deeply. Your persuasion will be useless; she'll see you as an enemy too."
"Why not dispel the dark magic?" Kael'thas pressed the Lich.
Kel'Thuzad said with some regret, "Fear has completely taken over Sylvanas's mind. After the dark magic is dispelled, she will be torn to pieces, becoming a mindless ghost. She doesn't have the strength to bear the cruel experiences of her past life. She needs to rebuild herself, a powerful enough soul, to face death today. She needs time."
"Damn it!" Kael'thas sighed in frustration, suggesting, "The Forsaken need a new leader."
"We can't change the player!"
Robbie shook his head and rejected the idea.
A new leader of the Forsaken is not desirable; history cannot be changed. Only Dark Lady who harbors deep hatred for the Orcs will unleash her full power once her memories awaken.
"She's perfect for the job."
Arthas nodded. "Her misunderstanding of me won't matter. Windrunner Sylvanas, you will serve my glory, you will toil for death, you will yearn for obedience. I will enslave you for a time, then you will be free. Where you go is your own choice; you will have your own will."
The Ranger-General obeyed Arthas's will; she could not defy the greatsword that had given her life.
But a voice inside her told her, "Absolutely not," and her own will was being built.
Arthas saw this nascent thought, like a flickering candle in the wind, easily destroyed.
But Arthas did not do that; instead, he carefully protected it.
This is the Dark Lady's own will, a force of resistance. It is weak now, and what the future holds depends on her own destiny.
A group of Liches approached and placed Sylvanas's body on the platform, repairing the damaged parts with flesh and bones.
Kel'Thuzad's improved dark magic is incredibly powerful, thanks to the research at the Sunwell. This allowed them to prevent flesh from decaying and gain eternal power.
In Kel'Thuzad's view, the Dark Lady shouldn't just be a skeleton.
Sylvanas, floating nearby, witnessed all of this. She had lost some of her memories, but not her intelligence. She longed for this body, but at the same time, she was also afraid of it.
Finally, Sylvanas's body was placed in the pool of the Sunwell, and six Liches cast a spell together, infusing it with the power of the Sunwell —darkness, death, rebirth of flesh and blood, a creation of magic and the Undead.
The recreated Sylvanas is far more powerful than Invincible, after all, Invincible's skeleton had been buried underground for many years and had long since lost its Vitality.
"Sylvanas, return to your body!" Arthas commanded.
Sylvanas opened her eyes and took a new look at everything around her.
She felt a sense of novelty and unfamiliarity, as well as familiarity and a feeling of déjà vu; it was a very strange feeling.
"How do you feel?" Robbie asked.
Sylvanas tilted her head and looked at Robbie. She had lost all her memories of Robbie and felt she could hardly remember him.
It's very cold.
Sylvanas replied.
"What if we let Sylvanas rule the Orcs?" Robbie suggested. This was the inevitable future, and as long as we worked towards this goal, we would surely succeed.
Arthas thought for a moment, "The Orcs will not give up their dominance. First, we need to expel Thrall, which is a bit difficult, but it's an interesting idea."
History is not accidental; Sylvanas became Horde of the Warchief, and how many conspiracies and intrigues followed?
Kael'thas disliked the resurrected Sylvanas, but without Sylvanas, no one could lead the Forsaken of Silvermoon City. After the Orcs escaped through the Portal, a few survivors remained in Silvermoon City, and Kael'thas naturally became their leader.
The High Elves are few in number, and inevitably divided. Lor'themar Theron and Liadrin's Elf rangers are destined to be enemies of Kael'thas.
Robbie, Arthas, Kel'Thuzad, with Kael'thas on their backs, discussed the matter together.
The High Elves ' only hope, that little girl unaffected by Mana Addiction, must be dealt with carefully.
Robbie crouched down and looked into the little girl's pure eyes.
Tell me, what's your name?
"My name is Anveena," the little girl answered in a clear voice.
Anveena, that name sounds familiar! Robbie was suddenly startled. Wasn't that the name of the incarnation of the Sunwell?