Blood was spilling in the sky, the air was filled with a familiar stench, and the surroundings were crawling with dewormed corpses that staggered along, their hollow eye sockets burning with a faint blue soul fire. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The Scourge army was overwhelmed, and without the magical barrier, Quel'Salas was so vulnerable.

In an attempt to slow down the undead army, the Silvermoon Bridge was blown up, a clever ploy that cost the Scourge Legion a lot of valuable time, and the river ran through Quel'Salas and connected the eastern foothills, making it impossible for engineering equipment and abomination to pass through it.

But the Scourge army still crossed the river, and Arthas ordered his loyal soldiers to build a special bridge, one made of rotting flesh.

Zombies wade into the water and lie directly in the river, layer after layer of corpses until meat grinders, ballistas, and stone throwers can barely pass, and the plague in their bodies will also pollute the river, which is also considered an additional weapon.

"I've seen the undead," Sylvanas told his men calmly. They nodded. "Ready, quick!"

If she still had a glimmer of hope that the number of enemies would dwindle as she crossed the foothills of the river, now that hope was like a intact crystal smashed into stone. By this time she could already see the ugly vanguards, the massive abominations of the massive weapons in all three hands, the skeletons, and the carrion that followed them, the stone-like monsters hovering over their heads like flies.

It's strange to think about this thing, Sylvanas thought with a hint of dark humor. At the time of this death, an old song echoed in her mind, a song that she and her brothers and sisters loved to sing, when the world was still beautiful, and they were not separated, Aurelia, Winlesa, and her brother Liras, who would sing in the twilight of dusk, when the soft lavender shadows spread their soft cloaks, and the sweet scent of the sea and flowers carried through the earth.

Anar\'alah, anar'alahbelore, quel'dorei, shindufallahna----- in the name of light, in the name of daylight, high elves, the enemy is about to break through the defenses.

Unconsciously, her hand gently grasped the necklace hanging from her slender neck. It was a gift from her eldest sister, Aurelia, who had not been given it herself, but had been handed over by her lieutenant, Captain Van Rena. By then, Aurelia had already left, disappearing into the Dark Gate to stop the Horde from invading Azeroth again.

Aurelia is gone. She melted the necklace her parents had passed down to her into three, and used three gems to represent the three Windranger sisters, and Sylvanas' one sapphire. The inscription on it was deeply imprinted in her heart: Give Sylvanas, and love you Aurelia forever.

Sylvanas took a deep breath and shouted, "Attack!

Arrows, bows, fast movements almost pull out phantoms, one monster after another fell, two monsters came up, muscles began to sore, and then began to get hot, hair was stuck to the face with sweat, Sylvanas knew that the enemy was unstoppable.

There were no more arrows left in the quiver, and like the other rangers, she rushed into the monster with her scimitar, trying to pull as many enemies as she could before dying.

The zombie suddenly stopped advancing and stood still. Sylvanas gasped and looked down the knoll.

Arthas watched her on a skeletal horse, and the Ranger General straightened up and wiped the blood and sweat from his face. He used to be a paladin, and her sister loved a paladin like him. Suddenly, Sylvanas was extremely glad that Aurelia was dead, and that she didn't have to see this scene, and she didn't need to see the atrocities that a man who had once been a Light Warrior had done to all that the Windrangers loved and cherished.

Arthas saluted with the glowing runic sword. "I salute your bravery, Elf, but you have no way out. Oddly enough, his compliments sounded as if they were serious.

Sylvanas swallowed hard, but his mouth was dry. She gripped her weapon tighter. "Then I'll resist you here, executioner. Anar\'alah, belore, for the eternal sun. ”

"As you wish, Ranger General. His gray lips twitched.

Arthas didn't even dismount, his greatsword piercing through the slender body with ease.

The Ranger General whimpered, she couldn't stop the evil enemy, even if she fought everything she had, even if she fought for her life, she couldn't stop it, her oath was shattered.

"Finish me off," Sylvanas said weakly. "I'm qualified ------ die a happy death. ”

"As you do, woman, the last thing I can give you is rest. Arthas's voice became a little ethereal.

"No----- how dare you!"

"Ciel!" Benny grabbed his death-gray hand, his eyes burning with scarlet soul fire and stared at him, shaking violently.

"That's not you. ”

"Is this my destiny?to become a monster I once hated?" Sylvanas looked at himself, his originally fair skin had turned dry and dead, and the feeling of death filled his body, it was just a disguise of the cloak of time, but Sylvanas felt as if it was all as it should be.

"Look at me. The golden light in Benny's eyes flashed, and the undead around him looked at him strangely, and then turned back again, their simple brains only had obedience and instinct. "Fate is just a weak person to be trampled upon, and our fate is in our own hands!"

"I'm sorry. Sylvanas came back to her senses, and the scarlet soul fire no longer flickered. "I thought I was ready for anything-----"

"It's scarier than a nightmare. "Malfurion now looks like a skeleton wrapped in skin, repellent crawling through holes in his body. "It's not that easy to face your worst fate, and you've done well enough. ”

"The first time I faced the elemental vision, I almost had a nervous breakdown, but it was just some scene from the fire elemental plane. Thrall had been completely reduced to a skeleton, and he thought it was much better than Malfurion, at least he didn't have to endure deworming crawling through his body----- this damn cloak of time was too real.

"Let's get on with the mission, we're in the back row of the army of the undead, and that's good. Benny put a hood on Sylvanas. "Try not to get separated and behave naturally. (To be continued.) )