As the Rangers entered the "surrounded" Taqueline Outpost, Sylvanas looked at the Sentry that had been razed to the ground, and felt as if a hammer had been smashed into the bottom of his heart. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Taqueline! Taqueline has long been ruined... It's a despicable conspiracy!

Arthas's purpose was to lure her into this ambush, and even the reinforcements led by Lothema and Haduron! Sylvanas saw red fireworks rising from behind, which was a signal that reinforcements were attacked.

The 4,000 rangers faced the undead who surrounded them from all sides, and they did not wait for death, but when the black-clad Marduk and Marvine led a squad of Death Knights, all of the elven warriors, rushed into the rangers' troops, everything was chaotic.

Gritting her teeth, Sylvanas slammed her bow on her arm and slashed across her body as quickly as she sliced off the heads of the five approaching ghouls, then drew the dagger from her belt and flicked it precisely at the head of the Death Knight Sassarian, who had attacked her from the side, forcing him back.

"Whoosh! Whoosh!"

Three multiple arrows shot out of the Ranger General's bow, clearing the direction of her advance, and Sylvanas was as light as a predatory female leopard, turning her back with her bow behind her back, and with a flick of her hands around her waist, two scimitars appeared in her hands.

Immediately after, a killing dance appeared on the battlefield, and the re-forced death knight Sasarian and Sylvanas had 3 strokes before their arms were cut off and had to withdraw from the battle, and the target of the Ranger General's raid was clear, that is, Arthas, who was firmly protected by the three-headed abomination.

She decided that he was the commander of this undead legion, and as long as he was killed, these well-coordinated undead would return to their previous chaotic posture, which was the only way for the ranger troops to survive!

Ranger, which is a branch of the hunter profession, they abandon the ability to have a strong animal companion and focus all their energy on shooting skills and melee martial arts, excellent rangers, and can even engage in fierce battles with warriors, Sylvanas is one of them.

The High Elves have a strong bias towards agility and magic, at least until the destruction of Quel'Thalas, few elves will choose the way of a vulgar warrior, only the lowest-level civilian elves will do so, so they try to replace the wild and unyielding warriors with sophisticated martial arts and dexterity.

This method of warfare is victorious against orcs and trolls, but when it comes to the endless number of undead who can win by numbers, the disadvantage of the lack of heavy armor classes that can fight for long periods of time immediately appears.

Even the local armies of Lordaeron, with their heavy armor and wide shields, would not be defeated so quickly in the face of the same number of undead! The rangers only had small shields that they could fight and carry, and they were not very good at wearing bulky armor, and their best protection was leather armor that would not affect their flexibility.

But the heavy armor can resist the ghouls' claw blows and tearing attacks, and even the heavy weapons of the death knights can give good protection, but the leather armor cannot! Not every ranger has melee abilities like Sylvanas, and they have little self-protection ability after being close to the fast ghouls.

After 7,000 years, the High Elves have finally paid the price for their stubbornness, arrogance, and serious bias!

"Arthas!

Sylvanas dodged the three-headed abomination hooklock attack, she jumped onto the hooklock that smashed into the ground, lunged forward frantically, and then jumped into the air, a perfect front flip, the delicate sharp scimitar slicing at her sides, and the two high-level abomination heads soaring into the sky.

When facing high-ranking lords who tend to be agile, the clumsiness of abomination becomes their fatal wound.

A blow killed the two heads of abomination, and Sylvanas's eyes showed a touch of coldness, and now, there was no obstacle between her and Arthas!

But Sylvanas overlooked a point... Arthas stands on the periphery of the battlefield and commands, this does not mean that Arthas is not good at martial arts, in fact, when facing the sorrow of the magic sword frost, any mortal weapon is so powerless!

Arthas, dressed in blue-black skull armor, turned her gray eyes to Sylvanas who rushed towards him, the Ranger General no longer had the indifference he had before, and now she was like a flower of death in full bloom, beautiful and dangerous.

"Bell!"

The two crossed elven sabers came into contact with Frostmourn, and Arthas's casual blow pushed Sylvanas backwards, and the elven general landed lightly on the ground and shook his hand.

"This guy... It's so powerful! Damn!"

Sylvanas felt a hint of difficulty, Arthas stood in place with his sword in both hands, he looked at Sylvanas's perfect body curiously, but there was no trace of appreciation in those eyes, swept by Arthas's gaze, the Ranger General's whole body was cold, that look... It's like looking at a weapon.

"You will be my sharpest sword..."

Arthas pointed Frost Grief at Sylvanas, stretched out his left hand, and hooked her hand, a contemptuous gesture that brought the Ranger General's inner depression to its highest point.

"Stop talking!

Sylvanas attacked again, this time driven by her emotions, in front of her flowing figure, the light and shadow of a blue eagle appeared, which was already extremely fast, and once again went up a step, really like a breeze blowing in her face.

"Eagle Guardian!"

Sylvanas, who had used the Hunter's Secret Technique, had faster scimitars in both hands, like two swung silver lights, and swirled towards Arthas's head and chest, but just before the blade was added, Arthas's palm flipped forward, and a terrifying stream of ice energy erupted from his palm.

"Wind Impact!"

Sylvanas couldn't dodge, and at the moment when the ice added to her body, she only had time to move her body to the left with a light tap on her toes, but that perfect left leg was contaminated by the gushing cold air, which made her proud, and in the darkness it was like the speed of a gust of wind, and it slowed down in vain.

"Look! This is your death!"

Frostmourn brought a faint blue light and slashed straight at the Ranger General's body, but just a moment before the blade was added, Sylvanas quickly swiped on her slender waist, and the iron thread that looked like a pendant was thrown into the air by her, and there were eight flying leaves on the silk thread, although it looked very inconspicuous, but every time it struck with Frostmourn, it could deflect the heavy blade.

"Deterrence!"

It's another hunter's secret technique, of course, just a deterrent can't stop Arthas's blade, so Sylvanas held the small tortoise shell rune on his wrist again, and chanted a spell, a layer of green tortoiseshell energy protection, blocking the face of Frost Sorrow.

"Spirit Tortoise Guardian!"

The last hunter's secret technique used to save his life, Sylvanas, under the protection of the Spirit Tortoise Guardian, pressed his hands on the blade of Frostmourn's sword, and used the force of Arthas's sword swing as a propulsion, his body was as light as a feather, and he rolled over in the air for two weeks, and fell to the ground in a half-kneeling position.

This was not a retreat, because the moment in the air, the Windranger Warbow had already landed in her hands, and by the time it landed, a silver arrow had already landed on the bowstring.

For a ranger of Sylvanas's level, shooting with a bow had become almost instinctive, and at this distance, she didn't need to aim at all, and when Arthas rushed towards her, the silver arrow, with the force of the bowstring completely pulled apart, rushed towards Arthas's chest with a whistling sound that pierced the air.

"Chimera's Bite!"

One of the rangers' most powerful secret skills, Sylvanas once used this arrow to kill the sea monster that invaded the island of Sunchael, which was almost her stunt to press the bottom of the box.

But this arrow, Arthas did not dodge, in fact, the strongest blow of the high-ranking lord, that speed, has exceeded the speed of sound, at this distance, Arthas has no way to dodge, can only let the silver light pierce his breastplate, leaving a hole.

However, Sylvanas did not see the pain in Arthas's eyes, on the contrary, the corners of the mouth of the King of the Death Knights had a smile of successful conspiracy.

"Hula-la-la-la!"

The sound of chains flying reached Sylvanas's ears, but she couldn't dodge it, and the barbed abomination hook wrapped around her slender body three times, and then a huge force lifted her off the ground, and the ranger who was not known for his strength could not match the strength of the abomination, so under the last abomination fall, Sylvanas could only endure the pain and raise her arms in front of her.

"Bang!"

Like the sound of a cannonball falling to the ground, the dust was overflowing, Sylvanas had not yet recovered from the vertigo of the impact, the cry of frost's sorrow had already sounded in front of her, she could only hastily put the double knives in front of her, but Arthas's charged blow, how could it be so easy to stop?

The well-made elven saber shattered from the center, and the flying shards left several blood marks on Sylvanas's body, and she was also pushed by the force, and she retreated several times on the ground in embarrassment, and when she opened her eyes, the smirking Arthas had already lifted Frost Sorrow high, the black-blue blade facing her towering chest.

"You... It's over..."

Sylvanas closed her eyes in agony... She... Lost.

"Divine... Shock!"

At that moment, a roar of rage woke Sylvanas, and she saw a blazing beige light hit the falling Frostmourn's blade, deflecting it slightly, grazing the outer layer of Sylvanas's leather armor and stabbing into the ground.

"Arthas, I told you, I wouldn't let you get away with it so easily! Now, here I am!"

"Halalala!"

The sound of chains was again, but at this moment, it was the dragon hook covered in holy light that was tied to Sylvanas's arm, and when Arthas reached out and grabbed Sylvanas's other arm, it carried her body into the air.

At this moment, Sylvana Faldo was heartfelt, and she glared at Arthas,

"It's not going to end there! I'll be back!"

"Whoosh!"

The black ** magic glove on Sylvanas's left arm that was grabbed by Arthas, under the orders of her master, quickly broke away from her skin, and Arthas, who was annoyed and angry, used the Death Grip again, but the high-level abomination that was knocked down by Myra-Dawn's Blade and the other paladins just stopped in the center of the Death Grip and Sylvanas's body who was dragged by Dick and flew backwards.

Even the King of the Death Knight can't make the Death Grip penetrate the entity... So he could only watch as the rescued Sylvanas disappeared from his sight.

"Dick!! I'm going to kill you!!"

Arthas shouted angrily, this was definitely the first time he had such a violent emotional reaction because of Dick's intervention, under his order, all the undead around him frantically rushed in the direction of Dick and the others fleeing, vowing to block them in the road.

"Holy water!"

Dick, who was carrying Sylvanas, shouted behind him without looking back, and the excited knights threw the compressed water bladders in their hands at the undead in all directions, and the water bladders fell to the ground, and the highly compressed holy water was like a rain, drenching the undead thoroughly.

Although the holy water was not lethal to these high-level undead, the pain of burning their souls still slowed them down a little.

That's enough!

Liadline and a dozen priests had built a large barrier of light ahead, and the horses and chocobos were there, where their escape began.

"Let's stay and break off!

The dozen or so elven warriors who had come with him from Dysom saw the misery of Sylvanas, who was being held on Dick's shoulders and did not know whether he was alive or dead, and they immediately became furious, and they formed a tight small formation, blocking behind Dick and the others.

It's not that they don't know what it means to break off, but they do it anyway, Dick is silent and doesn't speak, and the speed of his feet is a little faster, in a critical moment, there will always be a hero who will stand up, and in the face of the death brought by Arthas, the elves of Quel'Salas also understand the reason for sacrifice.