Zhu Tian started by deceiving his father-in-law from the perspective of pirates

Chapter 53 Sylvanas, the Banshee Queen

This female blood elf was a fire mage, skilled in fire magic, but also proficient in some other arcane magic. That's why Thrall specifically invited her over to cast a teleportation spell on Rhodes.

"Thank you for your help, Ms. Alicias," Sal said.

"For the glory of the Sin'dorei, guided by the eternal sun, I, Warchief, will now prepare a teleportation spell to send you to Lady Sylvanas in Undercity," Ilysis said.

Now that the Blood Elves are about to join the Horde, she, as a Blood Elf mage specifically sent to the Horde, naturally has to obey the orders of Thrall, the Warchief.

Even for a female elf who had lived for over a thousand years, casting a teleportation spell across continents was very difficult and required a great deal of mana.

"Miss Sin'dorei mage, please just give me the coordinates of Undercity, and I'll teleport there myself," Rhodes said.

For some reason, Rhodes felt that the female mage in front of him looked familiar, and even her name sounded familiar.

It sounds similar to the name Manastorm, but the two are completely unrelated. However, I must have heard this name somewhere before, otherwise it wouldn't be so familiar.

Upon hearing this, the female elf showed no sign of refusal and nodded on the spot. If it could be done without expending her own magic power, then it would be a good thing.

As for why Rhodes, this warlock, was proficient in teleportation magic, she was too lazy to ask and didn't want to know.

"I will connect the coordinates of the two places." The female elf cast arcane energy with her hands, quickly connecting the spatial coordinates and anchor points between Undercity and Orgrimmar.

"You two are ready. You can use teleportation spells now," said Elysis Firestorm.

Rhodes nodded and immediately used his spatial ring. A blue light enveloped him, Ritterson, and a skeleton with a rag stuffed in its mouth and bound up.

The three of them vanished instantly, leaving Orgrimmar.

Undercity was once the capital of the Kingdom of Lordaeron. Seven or eight out of ten of the Forsaken living there were former soldiers of the Kingdom of Lordaeron, as well as civilians.

There is also a small contingent of ranger troops, the ranger army that Sylvanas once led.

"Living people? Humans and orcs? And an undead." A Forsaken, holding a black staff, pale-faced with a piece of flesh missing from his face, appeared before Rhodes and spoke.

He was the mage responsible for guarding the Undercity spatial anchor. He discovered the anchor as soon as it was activated and rushed over. After finding out it was from the Horde, he didn't say anything more.

Among the members who arrived this time, there was an orc from the Horde, a human from the Alliance, and perhaps the Forsaken or a member of the Scourge?

"We are messengers of the Horde. I have come to pay homage to the Banshee Queen on the orders of Warchief Thrall," Retson said.

Standing to the side, Rod pinched his nose in disgust. "Damn, the smell here is extraordinary. An extremely unpleasant stench of corpses permeates the air."

"A ghost! How scary, how terrifying!" Brook, who was being carried on Rhodes' shoulder, cried out in terror as he looked at the Forsaken mage in front of him.

"???" The Forsaken mage was a little confused. I'm a ghost, aren't you?

"Please follow me, I will take you to see Her Majesty the Queen, she happens to be in Undercity." The Forsaken mage had no intention of wasting words with Rhodes and the others, and directly led them away from the mage quarters towards the Royal Palace.

Soon the group was led to an underground palace, where some female elves with red eyes, dark gray skin, pointed ears, and cloaks were patrolling. They were Sylvanas's elite troops, the Dark Rangers.

In addition, a large army clad in fine armor and wielding long spears was also watching them menacingly; they were Sylvanas's Royal Guard, the Dreadguards.

"These people have come from the Horde's capital city. They say they are here to pay their respects to Her Majesty the Queen on the orders of Warchief Thrall," said the Forgotten Mage who led Rhodes and the others.

"I'll go and inform Her Majesty the Queen," said the Dark Ranger guarding the gate.

After waiting for about ten minutes, Rhodes, Retson, and Brook, led by a Dark Ranger, arrived before Sylvanas.

Sylvanas is quite tall, about 1.85 meters, with long white hair, blood-red eyes, pale purple lips, and a dark blue complexion.

"Speak! What do you want?" The Banshee Queen's voice was very hoarse, with a somewhat terrifying sound effect.

"Lady Sylvanas, first of all, on behalf of Warchief Thrall of the Horde, I would like to extend my greetings to you. This is Rhodes, my apprentice and also a friend of the Warchief. He has a very special gift he would like to give you, and he would like to ask you for a small favor," Retson said as he stepped forward.

"I don't want any gifts other than Arthas's head. If the Warchief has any orders, just say so! The Forsaken will carry them out if the order is reasonable," Sylvanas said.

"Your Majesty, Banshee Queen, you will like this special gift, he, uh!" Rhodes looked at the empty Brook's position. At this moment, the skeleton had already scrambled to Sylvanas's waist and was staring at the Banshee Queen's private parts with a fascinated look.

Sylvanas was still dressed as a ranger general, in a simple and light suit of armor, especially her lower body, which was rather revealing.

Although it's made of iron, it only covers important private parts; the entire thigh and navel are exposed.

A skeleton was kneeling in front of Sylvanas's cool little armor, its mouth wide open, and then a trickle of blood flowed from the hole in its nostril.

What beautiful underwear armor! Wearing underwear on the outside is just fantastic.

"You, you're bleeding, you're having a nosebleed? How is this possible? What kind of illusion is this?" The Queen of the Banshees' eyes widened in disbelief.

He grabbed Brooke's afro, lifted him up, and began to speak.

However, due to their height difference, their posture was somewhat strange. A huge skull face was looking at Sylvanas with a very lewd expression.

"Beautiful lady, may I have your underwear?" Brooke asked.

"You, you still have the desire to reproduce with me? That's impossible! The dead don't have those thoughts, we don't have those feelings, and we certainly don't have those abilities," the Banshee Queen roared.

(End of this chapter)