Arthas's army of the undead approached again, and they still ran tirelessly, as if they were moving earth, purple and black giant spiders, fat evil monks with three arms, meat grinders that constantly shattered corpses, and advanced towards Silvermoon City, the heart of Quel'Salas, creating terrible death marks everywhere they went.

As Ares had speculated, Arthas didn't take a long detour, and it pushed all the way, and although it had encountered two ambushes before, it was nothing for the large army of the undead. He resurrected all the elven archers who had been killed in battle and joined his black army of scourges.

Sylvanas and about two thousand Quel'Salas rangers stood across the river, heavily armed, comfortable leather armor, silver moon bows in their hands, and their eyes like torches. It was an angry gaze, hatred and anger at the scourge of the undead, hatred for Arthas.

Across the river, a large Scourge legion could be seen converging, and they stopped on the riverbank. Arthas rode his skeletal horse out of the zombie horde, it was still in good spirits, yes, the battle was going on so far, he hadn't even participated in the battle himself, and the High Elf troops had been defeated, and Sylvanas was already covered with the blood of the undead carrion, and he didn't even have time to wipe it clean.

"Sylvanas, give up resistance, as long as you order your team to be disbanded and disappear from me, I promise to leave them alive. You know, I'm not targeting you fragile creatures. ”

Arthas, riding on his tall skeletal warhorse, said in a deep voice. He had a smile on his face, but Sylvanas felt disgusted. It was contempt and ridicule, mocking one's own race for being too fragile to withstand its legions.

"Don't think!"

Sylvanas shouted in response.

At the same time, the elven archers behind the Ranger General had drawn their bows and aimed at the Scourge army on the other side of the river.

"You have given up my mercy."

Arthas let out a low roar, and then the Scourge army beside him roared again and rushed towards the High Elf defenders on the opposite bank.

Sylvanasra aimed his bow at Arthas's head, and the next moment, the off-string magic arrow flew towards Arthas, the commander of the Scourge.

However, an unexpected image appeared, only to see a flash of blue light, Arthas did not know when he raised the rune greatsword on his back, and sliced the arrow shot by Sylvanas in two! The whole movement was so fast that Sylvanas couldn't even see Arthas's movements clearly, and the magic arrow dissipated into the air. Arthas, on the other hand, was riding on horseback intact.

The corners of his mouth lifted slightly, and then, Frost Sorrow stepped forward.

In an instant, countless meat grinders started at the same time, throwing corpse bombs at the defenders of Quel'Salas on the other side of the river. The minced flesh, severed arms, and skulls smashed like a late-summer storm toward the elven defenders of Quel'Thalas.

Countless blood flowers suddenly fell from the air, and the High Elven defenders had no idea that the Scourgeon Legion still had such a terrifying dropper, and many elven rangers were frightened away, they saw the corpses of their compatriots and humans being thrown over, and the flesh and blood were blurred. Obviously, along the way, those necromancers were creating this terrifying human flesh blister bomb.

Sylvanas was also hit by a corpse bullet, a bloody head that had dyed its golden hair a blackened black purple.

The head struck the Ranger Captain in the shoulder and rolled to the side, and Sylvanas glanced at the bloody head, only to see that it was the head of a High Elf, and its pointed ears proved that she had once been a member of Quel'Thalas.

"Oh no!"

She almost hissed.

"Arthas, you devil!"

The Ranger Captain bent his bow and shot the arrow again, and this time, the arrow didn't even fly in front of Arthas, it was blocked by a huge undead evil monk, its fat arms were glued together with countless carrion and bones, and it was not afraid of this cold weapon at all. With just a slight pinch, the arrow broke again.

A staggering number of hordes of Scourge came from across the river, scrambling to huddle the narrow wooden bridge, not caring if zombies and skeletons were squeezed off the bridge. Just numbly continue to rush forward.

The bridge was sturdy and didn't shake, however, under the girder bridge, dozens of Quel'Salas' magic bombs were buried. The magic bombs were crafted by the mages of the Silvermoon Council and placed under the wooden bridge two days in advance. Now, just waiting for an order from the Ranger General Sylvanas.

Without incident, Sylvanas gave the order to destroy the bridge.

Twelve arcane mages of Quel'Salas chanted spells at the same time, arcane energy surged, and under the entire bridge, the arcane bomb that had accumulated a large amount of magic energy detonated at the same time, and in the next second, the wooden bridge was shattered by a huge energy shock wave and broke into several pieces!

Countless zombies and skeleton warriors who were crossing the bridge were either blown to pieces or fell into the icy river along with the broken bridge.

"Victory!"

The elves of Quel'Thalas shouted excitedly.

They saw countless zombies and skeletons fall into the river, and then be washed away by the current, and the entire river is covered with dense rotting corpses of the undead.

Arthas frowned.

Blowing up the bridge...... This is indeed a good idea, as the river blocks the movement of the Scourge army. Although this is not a big problem, in the end the army will always pass through the river, just a little more time is wasted.

Alsace's black eyes scanned the river. Suddenly, a frenzied idea came to his mind.

Soon, the undead zombies in the front row consciously lined up in a straight line, heading towards the damaged bridge, and the first zombie stepped into the icy river without thinking, and then lay down very consciously. Soon, the second and third zombies also stepped into the icy water and lay down on the riverbed.

The corpses kept piling up until a bridge of corpses appeared in front of me!

The elven rangers of Silvermoon City were stunned, and some people began to re-examine Ares's words, and the words of the paladin might be correct. The combined strength of the entire Quel'Salas is less than one-tenth of the current army of natural disasters, and these zombies and skeletons do not know fear, they are not troubled by pain, and they will move forward numbly with just one order.

There was no doubt that Sunny Breeze Village could not be defended, and Sylvanas ordered Lotherma to lead the remaining rangers to evacuate the inhabitants of the village. Right now, all that stood in the way of Arthas and its Scourge army was the tall walls of Silvermoon City.