Chapter 54: Hatred of the Undead, I Want You to Smile Once, Banshee Queen

As a group of free undead, what is the main reason why the Forsaken hate Arthas so much?

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

After becoming an undead and being enslaved, you have self-awareness and can act, but you have to watch your body rot 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 food.

As an undead, they don't have the feelings they had before they died, they don't have fear, they don't know how to get tired, but they have free will, even if they see the most beautiful opposite sex, they are powerless.

Maybe female undead still have that ability, but they won't have that feeling, and male undead don't have that thing at all.

While still serving as a ranger general, Sylvanas maintained an unclear relationship with her ranger apprentice Nathanos.

Even spent the night at each other's house, completing the achievement of a night of wind and rain.

Sylvanas was enslaved by Arthas. As soon as she regained her free will, she found her former apprentice and used her own death power to restore his free will.

But the two could never go back to the past. Nathanos called her the Queen, and there was only admiration and loyalty in his eyes, nothing else.

Now, except for revenge like Arthas, the Banshee Queen no longer wants anything else, only revenge in her eyes.

Love, friendship, family affection, all these things no longer exist.

Only revenge is her belief in living, and the Forsaken she led also stayed in this world because of this belief.

But now! After seeing her, an undead actually had a nosebleed, and even blushed on his white bone face, a shy expression.

The other party obviously had no eyeballs, but Sylvanas could feel that his eyes were fixed on her indescribable position, and even asked her for underwear.

The undead could not feel the passionate feeling, the beautiful night between men and women, and she would never feel that again.

"Madam, I can see that you seem very sad. Is that thing next to your eyes a tear mark?" Brooke said.

Sylvanas snorted coldly, clenched her fist, and hammered the skeleton's head hard.

"Don't worry about this! What the hell are you?" The Banshee Queen became more and more angry, waving her fist and beating the skeleton.

"Oh! It hurts! But it's still very happy to be beaten by such a beautiful woman, yo hoo hoo hoo!" Even after being beaten, Brooke laughed extremely happily.

Then, in the stunned eyes of everyone, all the Forsaken, a big lump swelled up on the head of the skeleton.

"My Holy Light!" An undead who was a priest or a paladin in his lifetime cried out in amazement.

Are you kidding me? Are you kidding me? You are a weirdo.

But you are a skeleton. You have nosebleeds and your head is swollen. Where does your blood come from?

Where does the flesh on your swollen lump come from?

"The Holy Light is really beautiful! I have been illuminated by the Holy Light, and it is a very comfortable feeling, as if I have returned to my mother's arms, and as if I am in a warm ocean." Brooke turned his head and looked at the undead warrior who was praising the Holy Light and said.

At this moment, some undead creatures who believed in the Holy Light in their lifetime seemed to have rekindled hope for the Holy Light in their hearts.

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

Is this a spell I have never seen? You are basically a living person." Sylvanas looked a little excited, pressed Brooke to the ground, grabbed his collar, and shouted viciously.

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

The skeleton in front of her has no flesh on his body, but he does have a bump on his head and his nose is bleeding.

He looks like an undead, but he behaves like a living person.

The more this happens, the more Sylvanas hates and gets angry. Why, why do you feel that way?

Inability to eat, drink, or sleep can actually be tolerated.

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

As a female high elf who has lived for more than a thousand years, how could she not have a partner in some aspect in her long life?

Even her own ranger apprentice was not the first guest to enter the curtain.

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

This is not love, this kind of relationship is just the instinctive need for life to reproduce.

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

Sylvanas knew very well what kind of people her people were. Every blood elf, male or female, was an expert in this field.

This was why the three sisters chose humans as their partners.

"My name is Brooke. I ate the fruit of the underworld, lady! I feel your endless sadness. You must have had a very tragic past, right?" Brooke had been beaten into a pig head at this time, but he still managed to crack his skull mouth and showed an ugly smile.

"Don't worry about it, ugly bastard." Damn bastard, who doesn't know why I became like this? Don't you know about Arthas's slaughter of Quel'Thalas?

"Please allow me to play a song for you! I am a musician. My music may not eliminate your sadness, but at least it can make you feel better." Brooke said.

"The death of Arthas will make me happy." The Banshee King said with a grim face.

"Actually, you should smile. You haven't smiled happily for a long time, right?

It's decided. Before I leave here and see my captain, this lady, I will make you smile sincerely once, yo ro ro ro ro." Brook said.

"Roar! Ah! Wow!" Sylvanas flew into the air, let out a sharp roar, and turned into a terrible banshee. The whole person's face began to twist and became extremely terrifying and gloomy.

"That day will never come. I am the Banshee King. I only have hatred in my heart. Put him in the dungeon and lock him up with chains. I want you to feel the pain of the forgotten."