Sylvanas gave a faint smile, and the Big Candle Gagg was so startled that he took several steps back and almost fell to the ground.
Even though he was mentally prepared, he was still quite frightened by the Dark Lady's terrifying smile and couldn't help but plead:
"Don't eat me! Please don't eat me!"
Sylvanas was so angry she wanted to devour the wretched Kobold, but she told herself she had to be patient, since this mysterious Kobold might be an envoy sent by some powerful figure.
As the saying goes, Kobold.
The Big Candle Gagg, paused, not daring to look at Sylvanas's face. He lowered his head and said:
"Your Majesty, the Dark Lady, I have been entrusted with this task, and I cannot refuse. The person is very mysterious, and I am merely a lowly Kobold, daring not to inquire into his true identity. He hopes I can convey a message to Your Majesty."
The unknown, mysterious figure piqued Sylvanas's interest. She sat gracefully on her throne and said with a charming smile, "I hope you bring good news, you insignificant Kobold."
The Big Candle Gagg, quickly said:
"This is fantastic news! The mysterious man told me that you were originally slated to replace Vol'jin Horde. Warchief time wasn't right yet; the Alliance was to be further weakened before you unified Azeroth and destroyed all life. But some problems have arisen, forcing you to inherit Horde position of Warchief ahead of schedule."
A tremendous honor fell upon Sylvanas. Although she had heard rumors beforehand, the Dark Lady was still overjoyed when she actually heard the news. Her expression softened considerably, and she exclaimed with delight:
"So, I can become the Warchief of the Horde? The Horde is finally going to fall into my hands?"
The Big Candle Gagg quickly replied, "That's right, you will be a great Horde Warchief."
While Sylvanas was feeling smug, she immediately thought of Cairne Bloodhoof, her face darkening as she asked unhappily:
"What's the deal with the Undead Tauren? Why is Cairne involved in Horde Warchief struggle? Who arranged this? Whose representative is Cairne?"
The Big Candle Gagg, blinked and replied:
"That's what the mysterious man said. You don't need to worry about Cairne; he's just a decoy, a target to draw attention. Right now, all the powers in Azeroth are focused on the conflict between the Tauren and Orgrimmar, in order to cover your covert rise. The Undead Tauren may seem powerful, but they actually have a major weakness. Before long, the Blood-red Threadworms inside them will die off in large numbers, leaving them weak and in a state worse than death."
Sylvanas, though somewhat skeptical, found it highly plausible. After all, the Undead Tauren were far too powerful; if they had no weaknesses, the Blackhand behind them would have already used them to unify Azeroth.
"So should I take over the entire Horde, or just control Undercity? If the Tauren Forsaken, Orcs, and Trolls all leave the Horde, what meaning will I have as Warchief?"
"Your Majesty, Dark Lady, you have absolutely nothing to worry about," the Big Candle Gagg sighed.
"The mysterious man has abandoned the Orcs, Tauren, and Darkspear Trolls. Cairne's return from the dead is meant to kill them all. Thrall, Cairne, Vol'jin —they've all been too disappointing. Your power will not diminish in the slightest; you will control the Iron Horde, you will become the Warlords of Draenor."
Iron Horde, Warlords of Draenor?
Sylvanas suddenly stood up. The Iron Horde, built by Grommash Hellscream and his son, was no less powerful than the Orcs of Orgrimmar. They were a generation of Orcs heroes who had enslaved many powerful Draenor creatures, such as Dragon Slayer Gruul.
If one could control the Iron Horde, then one would possess an army that was in no way inferior to Orgrimmar's.
Even faced with such temptation, Sylvanas still couldn't resist.
She hesitated for a moment. It had been a long time since she had heard the oracle from the Dark Side of the Moon, and she was unsure whether these actions were from the Dark Side of the Moon or some other Blackhand.
The Big Candle Gagg secretly raised his head and caught a glimpse of Sylvanas's worry.
"Your Majesty, Dark Lady, this is a gift from a mysterious figure, the reward you have always desired."
The Big Candle Gagg took out a delicate little box, Sylvanas took with a suspicious look. When she opened it, she found a translucent green bead with beautiful rays of light flowing around its core.
Sylvanas trembled with excitement; she knew all too well what this bead meant.
This is the Fel Essence, also known as the Greater Demon Core. From now on, she can draw Fel to live and possess a nearly immortal Fel Body.
Fel Body, like the beautiful Succubus of the Burning Legion, can also possess the appearance and figure of a young girl.
This was exactly what Sylvanas had longed for, a wish that the Dark Side of the Moon had promised to fulfill several times but had failed to do so.
Using Fel Essence is a more advanced method Illidan directly absorbing Fel. Illidan and his Demon Hunters merely use the power of Fel, while Sylvanas is Fel itself.
With the Fel Essence in her grasp, Sylvanas was about to possess a slender body, delicate skin, and a face as beautiful as a flower, which made her no longer care about the Dark Side of the Moon; she was willing to take the risk.
In Undercity, Sylvanas, the Dark Queen, announced with unwavering confidence:
"I, Sylvanas Windrunner, swear to become the Warlords of Draenor and the Queen of Azeroth."
Seven days later, Sylvanas, having absorbed the Fel Essence, awoke from the Fel Pool.
The rotten and withered body was gone, replaced by a reborn Fel Body with beautiful lines, a golden ratio, and long, slender legs.
With a face even more alluring and beautiful than in life, Sylvanas gazed at her reflection in the mirror, completely satisfied.
Apart from occasionally exhaling Fel energy from her mouth and nose, Sylvanas is virtually identical to her body in life. More importantly, this body possesses excellent magical affinity and is free from the torment of Mana Addiction.
Sylvanas felt the powerful force of Fel energy flowing through her body, and at that moment she was filled with confidence.
To gain control of the Iron Horde, one must travel directly to Grom Hellscream Hellfire Citadel the heart of Tanaan Jungle.
She wanted to prove to Grommash Hellscream that she was the true King of Draur, and that the Orcs were destined to be slaves.
The Big Candle Gagg, has been waiting for Sylvanas's rebirth; he has one last task to complete.
When he saw the Dark Lady in full armor, her flawless Fel Body, he was quickly captivated by her charm and instantly fell for her. The Fel Body possessed a natural allure that the High Elves could not match.
"Congratulations, Dark Lady! Congratulations Dark Lady! Your beauty surpasses even the heavens and earth."
Sylvanas, beaming with pride, slowly placed the crown on her head, her beautiful eyes filled with Evil and dangerous allure.
"The mysterious man has instructed you that you need to meet a powerful being who will become your most reliable ally."
Sylvanas nodded and summoned High Archmage Antonidas. Guided by the Big Candle Gagg, they entered Draenor and were teleported to the Farahlon Island, west of Gorgrond.
Farahlon Island is a desolate island, full of rocks with only a few thorns and moss growing on it.
It's unclear when it started, but large groups of Arakkoa have gathered on the Farahlon Island, digging day and night. It is said that...
Deep underground lie the ruins left by the ancient Titans.
Not knowing who had hired these Arakkoa, Sylvanas, with the Big Candle Gagg leading the way, finally met the mysterious Arakkoa leader.
This is a terrifying creature with a massive body.