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Aurelia was motionless like a stone sculpture. Under her cold appearance, anger was burning in her chest. Garrosh refused to accept all the requests for the audience. Several Kukaron guards were firmly guarding the door of the Gromash Fortress. She could not believe that the orc was so arrogant. Several leaders of the tribe stood in front of his gate, but he turned a blind eye. The chief of the Taurus Bain shook his head not far away.

"We have been waiting here for two hours, Regent," said her captain Elsia. Aurelia cannot blame her followers for being impatient. In Orgrimmar, the hot sun radiates heat in every corner of the metal city. The Sindore Rangers can adapt to the harsh environment, but it does not mean they like it.

A drop of sweat fell from the Regent's forehead, and also declared that her patience was exhausted.

It's a waste of time to come here. Hellscream doesn't realize the value of the tribe allies.

Aurelia nodded to Elsia and approved what she thought. The captain of the guard bowed slightly and walked towards the Kukaron Guardian with anger.

The orc in charge blocked the metal gate and held the hilt of the sword around his waist with one hand. When he saw Elsia approaching, the sword was unsheaed a little.

"The Regent is not feeling well, tell the chief that Sindore has returned to Quelthalas." The captain of the guard said, turning away without waiting for the orc to answer. Kukaron looked a little angry, and he noticed that Elsia was very disdainful of his small movements.

"It's OK, Regent."

Aurelia nodded and did not forget to greet Bain and Woking before leaving. Compared to Garrosh, the trolls and the Taurus looked more pleasant.

A team of Sindore rangers followed her, but Aurelia still felt a pair of eyes staring at her back. She had already reached a clear conclusion with calm and precise thinking like an arrow - Garrosh could not think that Sindore was afraid of him. No matter how many terrifying threats he had.

After passing through the city gate corridor and entering the inner room of the teleportation hall, the two blood elves wizards had been waiting for a long time. Aurelia asked them to open the teleportations. The wizards chanted spells, and Silver Moon City appeared in front of her. Back to her own city, the Regent had no time to change his clothes and rest, a long traveler ran over.

"His Highness, Regent," said the traveler, "I'm sorry, I received an order from Ranger General Wenleza. She asked me to bring this to you." He handed a scroll to Aurelia, then quickly retreated and bowed.

"You all go and rest."

Aurelia scattered everyone, including Elsia. Looking at the things in her hands, she was a little surprised. The news about Wenleza came in time, and so did Sylvanas.

"We were on the same front, sister." Aurelia murmured, "Hope we can go back to the past at one time." She removed her gloves and used her nails to pick out the wax seal.

The handwriting on the scroll comes from Wenleza, but it means another sister of her:

She agreed to meet.

Just five words made Aurelia take a deep breath. She hadn't seen her second sister's face for many years. Whenever she thought of Sylvanas, she would recall the last quarrel between the two. At that time, Sylvanas threatened to give up the surname of Wind Walker. This sounded unreasonable and even a bit naive. However, it turned out that there was no news that there was another hero of the Wind Walker family in the alliance. The famous person was called Sylvanas.

There was a voice in Aurelia's heart, urging her to go to the Tower of Windrunners immediately, put the past behind her, and temporarily put down the identity of Regent when she met her sister. Looking at her luxurious red and gold clothes, Aurelia frowned. She quickly walked to a candlestick and threw the scroll directly into the flames. She walked to the closet to take out her original Ranger's costume. She had no time to rest now.

Neither she nor Sylvanas were sure where to meet, which tested the tacit understanding between the Wind Walker sisters. She believed that her sister could understand her thoughts. She was also curious whether Sylvanas had determined why she suddenly asked for a meeting. Her intuition told Aurelia that the answer to this question was yes.

...

There is no text, only a pendant letter, concise and concise.

Returning to Quel'thalas made Wenleza feel nervous. Her sister is very smart and at least set up many whistles on the border of the Elf Kingdom. Whether these scouts in the dark have received Orelia's orders, Sylvanas must ensure the concealment of her whereabouts. Therefore, she did not rush into the Ghostland, but instead held her fists tightly and waited patiently for the night to come. When she passed through the Salas trail, she began to feel her intestines twitching and sweat oozing out of her palms. It took a lot of time to avoid the scouts' eyes, and then approach the Tower of Wind Walker along the sound of the waves.

During this process, she saw the twisted traces of death passing through the once beautiful land. Hundreds of undead creatures wandering on the road of the black rotten land. This death zone could not be restored and it winded all the way to Silver Moon City, and even crossed the sea, splitting the island of Queldanas.

The shadow left by the Scourge Legion has not dissipated, and the dead are still wandering here and killing.

They didn't really die, like Nathanos.

No! Sylvanas shook his head. Nathanos was completely different. He and his Forgotten Ones had independent will and were races that could think independently. They knew good and evil, and they knew right and wrong. It was because of this that Sylvanas always had hope and firmly believed that Nathanos would one day fulfill his mission. In contrast, Aurelia made her angry.

The pain caused to her sister's encirclement of Nathanos has not been relieved. This pain not only comes from Aurelia being too ruthless, but more importantly, Nathanos is the real victim of this past event. Is he jealous of Aurelia?

When she arrived at her destination, a bitterness rose in Sylvanas's heart. She realized how dark the meaning of "home" is now. Once upon a time, the home of the Wind Walker family was incredible. At this moment, what Sylvanas never expected was that after Quel's Thalas revived for so long, the Tower of Wind Walker was still not recovered, as if it had been completely abandoned. Gradually, her lips twitched more and more. The walking dead and shadow evil spirits rampant around the Tower of Wind Walker.

Those dirty filth drifted around. They were defiling the home of the Windwalker.

What Aurelia didn't do was do for her!

Sylvanas did not make an angry battle cry. She pulled her bow and shot out sharp arrows after sharp arrows. Several banshees who knew spells were pierced by their throats. She jumped out of the bushes and began to attack the dead bodies. The long swords with flashing light cut through the body of the ghoul. A banshee's yell whipped her, but in a flash, Queldra calmed the ghost forever.

Two more swift-moving ghouls fell down, one of them pierced through their heads and the other had their necks cut off. Sylvanas held his breath, pulled his sword out of the corpse, and searched for the enemy with his eyes.

Time passed by minute by minute, Sylvanas gasped, looking at the Wind Walker Tower, which was wandering without the dead, and she smiled. Although the home had turned into ruins, she believed that with a little modification, there would be normal living people who would be willing to return to this place to live.

The damp and cold air stimulated her skin. The female elf's sensitive ears quickly caught a slight sound from behind her, and then raised her bow and turned around. The arrow left the bowstring and was shot down in the air, making a "bang".

The ranger opposite stopped her arrow. The other party took off his hood, and a dazzling blonde hair dispelled the darkness around him.

"Long time no see, Shiva."

...

They climbed the Wind Walker Tower together. Everything changed except the sound of the waves as before.

Aurelia just saw the corpses all over the ground and understood her sister's thoughts. "It's useless to kill them. Not long after, new undead will come from the traces of death to occupy this place."

"It's a lot like an excuse for inaction," Sylvanas said.

Aurelia stopped and looked out at the sea. "Maybe it was my negligence that we should not meet here. This is a place favored by the dead, and the living is not welcome. We only feel sad."

Sylvanas snorted. “The dead are not welcomed by the living, are they?”

The blonde Windrunner shivered. The sentence was too mean, but Aurelia was not angry. Instead, she nodded frankly, "Maybe...you're right. At least...I hope you're right."

What are you talking about? Sylvanas thought this way in his heart, but he did not ask for her shock. Looking at her sister's side face, the waves stirred in her heart were no less than the sea water at the high tide, and a piece of ice hidden was melting.

"You have determined your position with practical actions."

"I cannot deny your condemnation, Shiva. Because of Nathanos, you and I are almost opposite. And now I have to pay the price for my original choice, so I risk contacting you. The king of the alliance is much more kind than the great chief of the tribe. You have the support of Ms. Prodmore and have a place for the alliance in Dalaran. Even if someone finds out you meet me, I don't think King Urien will make things difficult for you. But Garrosh is different. I am isolated within the tribe. If anyone notices the situation here, I will be marked as a traitor."

For a moment, Sylvanas felt very sympathetic to Aurelia. One meaning of her sister's words was to tell her that the meeting between them was precious and that they should each take their needs, and the other meaning seemed to be saying that she had no way out.

"You took a risk, a big risk, and should make it more valuable." Sylvanas put his arms around his chest. "Say, what can I help you?"

"I...I'm sorry."

Sylvanas jumped up a brow arch and began to wonder if Aurelia had set up an ambush around the Tower of Wind Walker.

"Nathanos." Aurelia murmured, "I want to...I want to get to know him again."

"You are simply making trouble. Don't forget what you did at Maris Farm. Do you still hope Nathanos forgive you?"

Aurelia shook her head seriously. "No, I don't ask him to forgive me. But at least I want to make up for my mistakes. I have always questioned whether he was still the one I loved after becoming a dead soul. Although I am still confused now, I have recently been a nightmare that has been haunting me, allowing me to experience the pain Nathanos suffered when he was dead and faced me again and again. The pain was heart-wrenching and desperate. I... Maybe I was really wrong, it was me who caused his suffering with my own hands."

"So you are just sympathizing with him?" Sylvanas laughed, his voice full of bitterness. "Why are you still so naive, sister? Do you really think he will accept your mercy? That will only make him feel disgusted and even more angry. Please, Aurelia. Please let go of the grudges between life and death, and don't judge a person by virtue of your body. Only then can you return to the past with him." Sylvanas bit his lips and asked himself why he said these words. Do he really hope that Nathanos and Aurelia can return to the past?

Similarly, Aurelia swallowed hard, and she noticed the entanglement in her sister's eyes. The pain of hope and unwillingness was very similar to the time when she and Nathanos had a quarrel. However, the war against the old tribe was not over at that time, and she and Nathanos were not yet together. The relationship between the two was completely rigid because of how to view the enemy. She wanted to kill all the orcs, and he advised her to let go of her hatred. To this day, the same thing happened again.

Almost subconsciously, she walked forward, hugged her sister, and hugged her tightly with all her arms. She wanted to comfort Sylvanas, but she was the drowning person, and the world of emotions was selfish.

"Would you like to help me, Shiva? I really... really need your help."

Sylvanas saw the water - tears flowed out of her eyes, and Aurelia dripped down her cheeks as she spoke.

She had no choice but to refuse. The person in her heart always belonged to Aurelia, and her sister even gave birth to a child for him. Perhaps her efforts were destined to be in vain from the beginning, or this was a journey without results.

For a while, Aurelia thought her sister would refuse. The body in her arms was trembling, as if she was under trembling. Aurelia suddenly felt that she was too selfish, but she couldn't turn around. She was destined to hurt Sylvanas, and her sister also made her feel deeply guilty.
Chapter completed!