Sylvanas angrily threw the secret letter to the ground.
"That treacherous Vol'jin, he actually wants to use me against Garrosh."
Sylvanas saw through Vol'jin's scheme at a glance.
After all, she was High Elf had lived for hundreds of years. She had seen all kinds of conspiracies and tricks. Apart from occasionally losing her temper and being a bit willful, Sylvanas's wisdom far surpassed that of Vol'jin.
After calming down, Sylvanas began to have some doubts.
Her dream was to return to High Elf, and she wouldn't let go of even the slightest chance. The fall of the Prophet Saronite proved that the power of the Loa could be taken.
Powerful strength means the ability to act recklessly, and perhaps it really can lead to resurrection.
Even if it's just an empty shell, just someone who looks like a living person, Sylvanas is willing to give it a try.
After pondering for a long time, Sylvanas picked up the secret letter and read it carefully again.
"Very well, you've won, Vol'jin. The Zul'Drak Empire, the power of the Loa is mine."
Sylvanas, accompanied by the Blightcaller High Archmage Antonidas, secretly traveled to Northrend aboard a specially made ghost ship.
Sylvanas has always been cautious in her actions. She leads a small number of Forsaken soldiers, but they are all elite, and she also has hundreds of Undead Mage as the vanguard to scout ahead.
When entering Dragonblight in Northrend, people usually land at Mo'aki Harbor. Sylvanas didn't fully trust Vol'jin and was worried about an ambush, so she secretly landed at a small fishing village.
This was originally a village of Tuskarr. After Horde Flowing Water landed in Northrend, the Tuskarr were massacred and turned Horde much-needed military rations and furs. Like many Tuskarr villages, this place has long been desolate.
Surprisingly, Sylvanas sensed the presence of a living being.
In the largest hut in the center of the Tuskarr village, Sylvanas saw an old Tuskarr, very old and blind.
The old Tuskarr warmed himself by the fire, though he couldn't see anything, his expression was very relaxed. Occasionally, he would catch a grilled fish and put it in his mouth. The Blightcaller carefully inspected the hut and, finding no danger, Sylvanas entered.
"I have seen a king. Your arrival is truly an honor, Dark Lady." The old Tuskarr leisurely took out his pipe, lit it, and exhaled smoke.
Sylvanas stared strangely into the Tuskarr's empty eyes. "How did you know I was a woman?"
The old Tuskarr sniffed the scent in the air and revealed an expression of admiration:
"Dark Lady, you must have once possessed the fragrance of apple blossoms. The naked eye can only see what is before it, and the nose can only smell what is before it; only the eye and the nose of the soul can see through the past. Beautiful lady, I see you dancing gracefully among the flowers."
The old Tuskarr's subtle flattery pleased Sylvanas, who smiled and said:
"Tuskarr, your pretense intrigues me. Can you tell me why you're here? Who are you waiting for?"
The old Tuskarr remained silent for a long time, then said sincerely:
"It's for revenge!"
The Blightcaller drew his weapon, but Sylvanas stopped him. The Dark Lady raised an eyebrow and asked, "Who are your enemies?"
The old Tuskarr sighed and said sadly:
"When the Argent Crusade entered Dragonblight, I traveled around telling the leaders of the villages that the Argent Crusade was a bunch of thugs and executioners, and that the Tuskarrs should unite to wipe them out. But they told me that we shouldn't offend the Lich King, Tirion Fordring."
"When Tirion Fordring invited the village chiefs to the conference to fight the Lich King, I told them they must unite to resist Tirion Fordring's attack, but they did not believe me. The Argent Crusade slaughtered our largest village, and the Tuskarrs lost their courage."
"When Tirion Fordring ordered the Tuskarrs to attack Naxxramas, I told the village leaders that this was sending us Tuskarrs to our Slaughterhouses, and that the Tuskarrs should flee and join the Scourge. But they still didn't believe me. Countless Tuskarrs went to the Slaughterhouses, and none of them came back alive. I saw through everything, but I couldn't change the Destiny of the Tuskarrs."
"My enemy is Tirion Fordring, and he is also our common nemesis."
Sylvanas laughed confidently, "Tirion Fordring is just a dog of Eitrigg. How could he possibly threaten me?"
The old Tuskarr took a bowl filled with Fresh Water, his eyes bobbing up and down.
"The Tuskarr suffered this misfortune because of my incompetence, so I gouged out my own eyes as atonement. Dark Lady, you can borrow my eyes to gain the same mental power as me and see a few fragments of the future."
Sylvanas was skeptical about the Tuskarr's mysterious mental powers, but adhering to the principle of "better safe than sorry," Sylvanas looked at the bowl of Fresh Water.
The world spins before my eyes.
Sylvanas was startled to find herself standing atop a Freeze platform, with a terrifying Abyss below and a Freeze throne before her.
"Is this the Frozen Throne?"
Sylvanas looked down and saw that the Frozen Throne was covered with bones, with countless limbs and remains piled up to a thickness of more than ten meters.
Above these piles of corpses stood Tirion Fordring, wielding Ashbringer, his body enveloped in intense Holy Light, as he spoke in a rhythmic, melodious voice:
"On this very day, the Argent Crusade has triumphed over the Scourge, Azeroth has been saved! Lich King Arthas, pay the price for your crimes!"
Lying before Tirion Fordring was a young man clad in black armor. He hurriedly removed his helmet and cried out, "Father, it's me! It's me! It's Taelan!"
Tirion Fordring raised Ashbringer and, without hesitation, severed Taelan's head.
Sylvanas thought to herself, "Tirion Fordring can't possibly wage war against the Lich King Arthas. The Scourge Army will eventually withdraw from this world; this future is possible."
Tirion Fordring and his son staged a performance shortly afterward. What was Tirion Fordring's purpose in doing so?
Tirion Fordring strode forward, picked up Taelan's helmet, and carefully wiped away the dust, his face filled with heartache.
"Ner'zhul, my old friend, you've suffered enough; I've come to save you."
Sylvanas was horrified. Could the Lich King Ner'zhul be hiding inside this helmet?
A chilling glint emanated from the eye sockets of the helmet, and the old Orcs's voice came through:
"I've hidden this for so long, and finally I've fooled Arthas. The Scourge has withdrawn from this world. From now on, no one can threaten us anymore. Tirion Fordring, put on your helmet, let's become one. This world ultimately belongs to us."
Tirion Fordring laughed heartily:
"All the pain, all the suffering, was worth it. Though the Scourge is gone, this world still has countless low-level Undead and the lowly Forsaken. They will all become my minions, and I will be the sole king of this world."
"No!" Sylvanas roared.
"No!"
In a vision of the future, Sylvanas appeared at the entrance to the Frozen Throne.
"You mere Banshee, how dare you defy my will? Die!"
Tirion Fordring was enveloped in intense Holy Light. He leaped high into the air, wielding Ashbringer, and severed the head of the illusionary Sylvanas. The Holy Light then incinerated her body.