Sylvanas's delicate deerskin shoes trod on the cold stone slabs of Undercity. The fact that Medivh had become Orgrimmar's "Flesh-Eternal" was a heavy blow to her, leaving her in a very gloomy mood.
Her revenge, her ambition, and her desire for a new body all face significant tests.
Sylvanas looked at her shattered body with disgust, and began to ponder the impact Medivh's fall would have on the Alliance and the Horde.
Sylvanas had long ago broken free from the Dreadlord's dark magic control, and she knew very well that it was the Orcs, not the Scourge, who destroyed Silvermoon City.
She also knew that the current Regent of Silvermoon City, Lor'themar Theron, was a despicable and shameless traitor. She even clearly remembered the axe that Saurfang the Great had swung at her, its blade gleaming coldly.
The bigwigs of the Horde and the Alliance all assumed she was unaware.
But she knew that this was the most fatal flaw.
It was a regret that she couldn't kill Thrall and Saurfang the Great with her own hands, but Sylvanas knew she had a chance for revenge.
Sylvanas shook her head regretfully, her face grim, and walked toward the cold throne.
At the Wrathgate, she successfully made Saurfang experience the pain of losing his son, twice in total, including at Icecrown Citadel. Every time she recalls it, she feels a sense of vengeful pleasure.
Sylvanas settled into the most comfortable position and began to ponder.
"Vol'jin, and that ugly female Orcs, and the richest man in the Horde, Doras, it seems the power of Orgrimmar has fallen into their hands. How can we get them to relinquish their position Warchief? If it were just these two pieces of trash, it would be easy, but I'm afraid..."
"With Medivh gone, the Alliance's Peace Dove is doomed. This signifies the instability of the House Wrynn's power. Without Medivh's support, that fool Varian can't control the situation. Will the Alliance attack Orgrimmar? Although Tyrande and her husband are fools, many Night Elves still harbor resentment towards the Orcs. Moreover, the humans of Stormwind City have never forgotten their hatred for the Orcs; they will certainly urge the Night Elves to join them."
"Without Aegwynn's protection, how can Orgrimmar withstand Jaina's attack? Well, that's a fake Jaina; her Sea's Sovereignty swift as the wind. Vol'jin and Doras are smart men; they should have been prepared."
"Could it be that the Orcs have found a new protector, and they no longer need the two Guardians? The Burning Legion."
Sylvanas got the answer almost instantly.
"The Burning Legion? Who could it be? Gul'dan of Draenor, which means Archimonde and Kil'jaeden could both be coming." Sylvanas was overwhelmed with conflicting thoughts and needed help and guidance.
Sylvanas's betrayal of the Lich King Arthas seems logical, but if she knew the truth about the Orcs' destruction of Silvermoon City, it would seem particularly unbelievable and incomprehensible.
In truth, Sylvanas's betrayal stemmed from only one reason: she loathed this rotting body.
Although Arthas promised to resurrect her, he also promised all the Undead, including the High Elves and Forsaken of Silvermoon City, to regain their flesh and blood.
But Arthas clearly doesn't have that kind of power yet; who knows when he'll be able to.
Fortunately, Arthas wasn't the only option.
That was twenty years Dark Portal. The Elven Prince Kael'thas Sunstrider returned to Silvermoon City to reunite his people and, in memory of his fallen comrades, renamed the entire race Blood Elves.
While clearing the ruins of Silvermoon City, a Blood Elf found a necklace in Windrunner Spire that read, "To Sylvanas, for your eternal love, Alleria."
Kael'thas felt it should be returned to Sylvanas and attached a letter explaining the truth behind the Orcs' massacre of Silvermoon City.
Sylvanas took the necklace with suspicion, not remembering her sister giving her this gift.
As she touched the necklace, she heard a mysterious voice; it was a keepsake.
The voice came from a truly powerful deity, a name that resounded throughout the Elf race.
The deity promised her rebirth, a new flesh and blood body, a face like a flower, a complexion like a rosy apple, and skin as delicate as jade. This was Sylvaras's ultimate wish, and she was willing to give everything for it.
The condition is that you must obey.
Sylvanas agreed without hesitation.
Over the years, Sylvanas has done many things for this god, such as successfully defeating the Scourge, and has also received many gifts, such as the deaths of Kingdom of Stormwind soldiers, which at least doubled the strength of Undercity.
Furthermore, Sylvanas received a promise that she would become the Warchief of the Horde.
But now, things have changed a little.
Sylvanas stroked the gems on her necklace, whispering prayers and chanting the names of the gods.
The gem gradually brightened, and a melodious sigh echoed in Sylvanas's ears; the gods had answered Sylvanas's call!
"Sylvanas, my loyal servant, do not seize the Warchief's position yet. Let Vol'jin revel in his power for a while. The Burning Legion and Archimonde have returned. They will unite with the Orcs, and the new Battlefield will be in Orgrimmar."
"As you command, my master," Sylvanas said respectfully.
"You need to do two things for me." The eerie voice sounded somewhat indignant.
"Some forces not belonging to this world have interfered with Azeroth, turning what was once a clear and predictable future into chaos. Time, which has strayed from its course, must be put back on track. Anduin Wrynn, the destined leader of the Alliance, was a hidden piece I painstakingly planted, a crucial pawn. He was supposed to live until the final battle, but now he's dead. You must bring him back to life."
Sylvanas was puzzled. "Is he in Undead state? But he's a human Prince, a Priest uses the Holy Light."
"If the Naaru's senses are clouded, the Undead can also use the Holy Light?" the mysterious voice said. "You must have Varian personally accomplish this, collecting Anduin's shattered remnants of soul."
"As you command, my master."
"The second matter is extremely important and dangerous. On the night of the full moon, you must travel to Karazhan to prevent Medivh's legacy from falling into the hands of others. Bring as many helpers as possible. You will encounter forces that are interfering with this world; kill them." The god's voice became exceptionally terrifying.
"Rest assured, great master, Karazhan will surely be the domain of the Undead."
The gemstones on the necklace dimmed, signifying the departure of divine power.
Sylvanas sensed the gravity in the god's tone; she knew that Karazhan of paramount importance and could not be taken lightly.
She needs help.
As he chanted mysterious incantations, the heavy throne slowly slid aside, revealing a secret chamber hidden beneath.
Sylvanas entered the secret chamber, where there were hundreds of coffins, each bearing a prominent name.
Some are already dead, some are still alive, and most of the coffins are empty, proving that Sylvanas still has a long way to go to achieve her goals.
"Thrall, Saurfang, do you think you can escape your destined Destiny?"
Sylvanas gazed at the empty coffin bearing the names of the two men. If she could capture the souls of Thrall and Saurfang, they too would lie in this coffin and become her loyal servants.
There's still time before the full moon.
Thrall, Saurfang the Great, is the target of her revenge. Sylvanas needs two helpers to assist her in finding their souls and then resurrecting them.
Sylvanas took a few steps forward, placed her hands on the two coffins, and murmured:
"Life is finite, only the dead live on. Humble Grom Hellscream High Archmage Antonidas, awaken from your slumber!"