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Chapter 54 The Hatred of the Undead, I'll Make You Smile Once, Banshee Queen

Why do the Forsaken, a group of free undead, hate Arthas so much?

Because Arthas killed his father, because Arthas destroyed Lordaeron? Because Arthas killed them? Actually, these are not the main reasons.

After becoming an undead, you are enslaved. Although you have self-awareness and can act, you have to watch your body rot away day by day. No matter how thirsty you are, you can't drink sweet spring water. No matter how hungry you are, you won't feel full after eating.

As spirits, they have no feelings like they did in life, no fear, and no fatigue, but they have a free will, and even if they see the most beautiful member of the opposite sex, they are powerless to resist.

Perhaps female spirits still possess that ability, but they no longer experience that feeling, while male spirits have no such thing at all.

While still serving as Ranger-General, Sylvanas maintained an ambiguous relationship with her Ranger Apprentice, Nathanos.

They even spent the night at each other's homes, completing a passionate encounter in one night.

After being enslaved by Arthas, Sylvanas immediately sought out her former apprentice upon regaining her free will and used her own death power to restore his as well.

But the two could never go back to the way things were. Nathanos called himself Queen, and his eyes held only adoration and loyalty towards her, nothing more.

Now, apart from seeking revenge against Arthas, the Banshee Queen thinks of nothing else but revenge.

Love, friendship, family ties—all of these things are gone.

Revenge was the only reason she lived, and it was because of this belief that the Forgotten Ones she led remained in this world.

But now! A spirit, upon seeing itself, actually bled from its nose, and even blushed on its white skeletal face, displaying a shy expression.

Even though the other person clearly had no eyeballs, Sylvanas could feel that his eyes were fixed on her private parts, and he even asked her for her underwear.

That passionate feeling, that beautiful night between a man and a woman, the dead cannot feel, nor will they ever feel that again.

"Madam, I can tell you seem very sad. Is that a tear stain next to your eye?" Brooke asked.

Sylvanas snorted coldly, clenched her small fist, and slammed it hard onto the skull's head.

"That's none of your business! What are you anyway?" The Banshee Queen grew angrier and angrier, repeatedly punching the skeleton with her little fists.

"Ouch! That hurts! But being beaten by such a beautiful woman is still a happy thing, yo ho ho ho ho!" Even though he was beaten, Brooke let out an extremely happy laugh.

Then, to the astonishment of everyone, all the Forsaken, a large bump appeared on the skull's head.

"My Holy Light!" cried out in utter amazement from a spirit who had been a priest or paladin in life.

Are you kidding me? Are you kidding me? You're weird, that's all.

But you're a skeleton! You're a skeleton, you have nosebleeds, and bumps swell up on your head. Where does your blood come from?

Where did the flesh on your swollen lump come from?

"The Holy Light is truly wonderful! I've been bathed in it, and it's an incredibly comforting feeling, like being back in my mother's embrace, or like being in a warm ocean," Brooke said, turning to the undead warrior who was emitting the Holy Light.

At this moment, some undead creatures who had believed in the Holy Light in life seemed to have their hopes for the Holy Light rekindled.

"What are you? What are you? Tell me! Is this some kind of deceptive illusion magic?"

"Is this a spell I've never seen before? You're a living person!" Sylvanas said, her expression agitated. She slammed Brook to the ground, grabbed his collar, and roared menacingly.

However, her vision is that of the Shadow Realm, the vision of the dead, and some illusions cannot deceive this Banshee Queen.

The skeleton in front of me had no flesh on its body, but it did have a bump on its head and was bleeding from its nose.

He looks like a ghost, but he acts like a living person.

The more this happened, the more Sylvanas hated and became angry. Why? Why would you feel that way?

Not being able to eat, drink, or sleep is something that can be endured.

But the instinct to reproduce is the most fundamental purpose of life. Who can understand the pain of not being able to reproduce?

As a female high elf who has lived for over a thousand years, how could she not have had a partner of a certain kind during her long life?

Even his own wandering knight-errant apprentices were not the first to become his bedmates.

Even her eldest sister, Alleria, had close relationships with some male elves before she met Turalyon.

This is not love; this relationship is merely a basic instinct for procreation.

The three sisters were considered relatively conservative. In Silvermoon City, the female elves, who had lived for thousands of years, led a decadent lifestyle that was simply outrageous.

Sylvanas knew her people very well; every blood elf, male or female, was an expert in this area.

This is why all three sisters chose humans as their partners.

"My name is Brook, and I am the one who ate the Yomi Yomi no Mi (Revive-Revive Fruit), madam! I can sense your endless sorrow. You must have a very tragic past, right?" Brook had already been beaten into a pig's head, but he still managed to force open his skull mouth and reveal an ugly smile.

"None of your business, you ugly freak." Damn bastard, who doesn't know why I became like this? Don't you know about Arthas's massacre of Quel'Thalas?

"Please allow me to play a piece for you! I am a musician, and my music may not be able to eliminate your sadness, but it can at least make you feel a little better," Brooke said.

"Only Arthas's death will bring me pleasure," the Banshee Queen said with a ferocious expression.

"You should actually smile. You haven't laughed happily in a long time, have you?"

"It's decided. Before I leave here and see my captain, I'll make sure you smile genuinely, ma'am, yo ho ho ho ho!" Brooke said.

"Roar! Ah! Waaah!" Sylvanas flew into the air and let out a sharp roar, transforming into a terrifying banshee. Her face began to twist, becoming exceptionally horrifying and sinister.

"That day will never come. I am the Queen of the Banshees, and my heart is filled with hatred. Lock him in the dungeon and chain him up. I will make you feel the pain of the Forgotten."

(End of this chapter)