Chapter 53

This female blood elf is a fire mage, skilled in fire mage talent, but she is also proficient in some other arcane magic, so Saer specially invited her over to cast teleportation spell for Luode.

"Sorry to trouble you, Miss Ailixisi." Saer said."

"For the glory of Xinduolei, the eternal sun guides me, Warchief, I am ready to cast the teleportation spell to send you to Dark City, Lady Xierwanasi." Ailixisi said."

Now the blood elf clan is about to join the Horde; as a blood elf mage specially dispatched to the Horde, she naturally must obey the command of Saer, the Warchief.

The transcontinental teleportation spell, even for her, a female elf who has lived over a thousand years, is taxing to cast and consumes a large amount of mana.

"Miss Xinduolei mage, just give me the coordinates of Dark City and I will teleport there myself." Luode said."

I don't know why, but Luode keeps feeling that this female mage looks somewhat familiar, and even her name sounds familiar.

It sounds like the name Mana Storm, but the two are completely unrelated; however, I must have heard this name somewhere, otherwise it wouldn't feel so familiar.

Upon hearing this, the female elf had no intention of refusing; she nodded on the spot, and if she could avoid expending her own mana, then this would be a good thing.

As for why Luode this warlock is proficient in teleportation spell, she couldn't be bothered to ask and didn't want to know.

"I will connect the coordinates of the two places." The female elf's hands unleashed arcane energy, quickly linking Dark City and Orgrimmar's spatial coordinates, as well as the anchor point.

"Alright, you two, you can now use the teleportation spell." Ailixisi Firestorm said."

Luode nodded, directly using his space ring; a blue light wrapped around him and Leitesen, as well as a skeleton with a cloth stuffed in its mouth and bound up.

The three vanished instantly, leaving Orgrimmar.

Dark City was once the capital of the Luodaelun Kingdom; the Forsaken living there, about seventy or eighty percent, were formerly soldiers of the Luodaelun Kingdom, plus civilians.

There is also a small portion of ranger troops; this is the ranger army once led by Xierwanasi.

"Living person? Humans and orcs? And also an undead." A Forsaken with a black staff, pallid face, even missing a chunk of flesh, appeared before Luode and said.

He was the mage tasked with guarding Undercity's spatial anchor; as soon as that magical anchor activated, he noticed and rushed over, and upon seeing it was the Horde's side, he didn't say anything else.

Among the members who arrived this time, one is a Horde orc, one is an Alliance human, and another is either a Forsaken or a victim of a natural disaster?

"We are envoys of the Horde; I come under the orders of Warchief Saur to pay respects to the Banshee Queen," Retusen said."

Luode, standing aside, pinched his nose in disgust, "Damn, the smell here isn't just strong—it's an extremely foul corpse stench drifting in the air."

"Ghosts! How scary, how terrifying!" Bruke, whom Luode was carrying on his shoulder, let out a terrified shout, looking at the Forsaken mage in front of him and yelled.

"???" The Forsaken mage was a bit dazed, "I'm a ghost, aren't you?" "Please follow me; I'll take you to see Her Majesty, she's right here in Undercity." The Forsaken mage had no intention of wasting words with Luode and the others, directly leading them away from the mage district toward the Royal Crypt.

Soon the group was brought into an underground palace, where some female elves with eyes glowing red, ashen-gray skin, pointed ears, and cloaks were patrolling—they were Sylvanas's direct troops, the Dark Rangers.

Besides that, there was also a large force clad in fine armor and wielding spears, staring intently; they were Sylvanas's Deathguard.

"These people came from the Horde's main city, saying they act under Warchief Saur's orders to pay respects to Her Majesty," the Forsaken mage leading Luode and the others said.

"I'll go report to Her Majesty," the guarding Dark Ranger said.

After waiting about ten minutes or so, under the guidance of a Dark Ranger, Luode, Retusen, Bruke, and the others arrived before Sylvanas.

Sylvanas's figure is quite tall, about 1.85 meters, with a head of white long hair, her eyes flashing blood-red light, her lips a pale purple, and her whole face a shade of black-blue.

"Speak! What business do you have?" the Banshee Queen's voice was extremely hoarse, also carrying a somewhat terrifying sound effect.

"Lady Sylvanas, first I represent Warchief Saur of the Horde in greeting you; this is Luode, my apprentice and also a friend of the Warchief, who has a very special gift he wishes to give you—please do me a small favor," Retusen stepped forward and said."

"Except for Arthas's head, I don't want any gifts; if the Warchief has an order, just say it outright! The Forsaken will carry it out if the order is reasonable," Sylvanas said.

"Your Majesty the Banshee Queen, you'll like this special gift, he—uh!" Luode looked toward the empty spot where Bruke had been; at that moment the skeleton had scrambled onto Sylvanas's waist, leering intently at one of her private parts.

Sylvanas's attire remained that of the original ranger general—light and cool armor, especially the lower half which was somewhat cool.

Although made of iron, it actually only covered the important private parts; her entire thighs and navel were left exposed.

A certain skeleton knelt before Sylvanas's light armor, its mouth wide open, then a trickle of nosebleed flowed out from the hole in its nostrils.

What a splendid underwear armor, wearing the underpants on the outside—truly awesome.

"You, you're bleeding, you have a nosebleed? How is that possible? Is this some kind of illusion trick?" the Banshee Queen's eyes widened instantly.

He grabbed Bruke's spiky hair, lifted him up, and said.

However, due to the height difference, their pose now looks somewhat strange; a huge skull face is showing an extremely lecherous expression, gazing at Sylvanas.

"Beautiful lady, could you give me your underpants?" Bruke said.

"You, you're doing this to me! And still having worldly desires? Impossible! The undead have no such thoughts, we feel nothing of the sort, and certainly lack any ability in that regard," the Banshee Queen snarled.

(End of chapter)