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

“Hahaha! My friend, what about your friends? Are they coming with you to Undercity, or are they staying with me?” Thrall asked.

With these words from the other party, he could ask Rhodes and the others for help if the tribe ever faced difficulties in the future.

“My friends here also want to learn the way of the warrior, so they can stay here for now! Brook, my mentor, and I will head to Undercity together,” Rhodes said.

There was no need to send Kaido and the others to Undercity. With Thrall's introduction, I wouldn't be in any danger in Undercity.

"I understand, my friend. Don't worry! I will take good care of your companion."

"If an orc has a bite to eat, he won't let his friend go hungry; if an orc has a sip of wine, he won't let his friend go thirsty," Thrall said.

"Thank you for your trouble, Great Chieftain!" Rhodes said with a smile.

As expected of the world's best, one second they were enemies, and the next they're calling me "my friend, my friend."

And it gives people a feeling of warmth and comfort. You're quite capable to be able to fool Jaina, who's so naive and innocent.

After chatting with Thrall for a few more minutes, Rhodes also attended the banquet in Orgrimmar, and everyone enjoyed themselves that evening.

Early the next morning, Thrall wrote a letter and then sent Rhodes' mentor, Retson, as the Horde's envoy to Undercity.

Soon, a tall, slender blood elf mage dressed in a robe came before Rhodes and his companions.

She was the fire mage who participated in the siege of Kaido at the gates of Orgrimmar.

This is a female elf with beautiful blonde hair, long ears, eyes that shimmer with a pale blue light, and a slender, tall figure.

She was stationed in Orgrimmar, serving as an envoy for Silvermoon City and Orgrimmar.

"Elysis Firestorm greets you, Warchief, and Mr. Rhodes," the blood elf mage said, bowing to Thrall.

This girl is quite good-looking, but her name...

What's your relationship with Millhouse Manastorm?

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. Iris,” 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 will 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 much.

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 tribe. 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 will 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 stepped forward and said.

“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 was made of iron, it only covered the important private parts; the entire thigh and navel were 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? Is this some kind of illusion or trick?" 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.

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 being 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 arms, or like being in a warm ocean,” Brooke said, turning to the undead warrior who had praised 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 possibly not have a partner of a certain kind during her long life?