The court of the Sunwrath was breached, and with the remaining elven rangers, Sylvanas retreated to the flying platform at the top of the Sunfury Tower. Here, the Dragon Eagle Knights have been waiting for a long time, and hundreds of golden dragon eagles are hovering in the air, bringing the Silver Moon Ranger and Mage to the other side of the strait - Quel Dennis.

There, King Anas set up a magical barrier and prepared to fight to the death against Arthas, the servant of darkness.

Sitting on the dragon eagle, one last look at the broken Quel'Thalas, the broken Silvermoon City, Sylvanas burst into tears, this is their home, however, now, it has been tainted by the undead scourge, not a single grass grows, in one day, ninety percent of the High Elves were slaughtered, and they were even resurrected and became servants of the Lich King, loyal followers of Arthas.

The rest of the story was the same as the history of Warcraft, when Ares saw the strait, under the power of Frost's Grief, slowly freeze over, thick enough for meat grinders and evil monks to pass.

The endless army of the Scourge crossed the frozen strait like a black river. Arthas pulled out the frost sorrow that had been stuck in the ground, and the ice melted again. Now, the Scourge Legion is crowding the small island, Quell Dennis, the last stronghold of the High Elves, and behind it is the Sunwell Heights, the source of power for all the High Elves. They will go out of their way to guard the source of their power, the Sunwell, almost as one with the race.

"Arthas!"

Anas shouted, and a blazing fireball flew towards where Arthas had landed.

This ordinary spell attack Arthas had seen countless times, and then, he raised the Frost Sorrow, and with a single block move, the Elven King's spell attack was defused. The moment the fireball struck Frost Sorrow, it turned into countless tiny sparks and drifted into the air.

However, Anas was no ordinary High Elf mage after all, he was the king of Quel'Thalas, and immediately after the fireball, a meteorite fell from the sky.

The blazing flint pierced the sky and roared towards the Scourge Commander.

At this time, Arthas was not fully prepared, he never expected the elves to cast spells twice in an instant. Anas is the finest mage and the bravest fighter of Quel'Thalas, though he is in his twilight years. Yes, he is in his twilight years......

The meteorite that fell from the sky almost hit Arthas, and in a hurry, he rolled in embarrassment, avoiding being directly hit by the meteorite.

However, the shock wave from the meteorite landing still blew some sparks on Arthas, and he blocked the dust and sparks with the palm of his hand. Immediately, Arthas's gaze became sharp and eerie. He watched the Elven King summon the ancestral "Flame Strike", a long sword burning with blazing flames, as gorgeous and powerful as Frost Sorrow.

"If you want to die, I will fulfill you."

A low roar came from Arthas's throat, and the Death Knight rushed towards the Elven King Anas with heavy steps.

Anas also responded with all his might, holding a staff in one hand and a flaming strike in the other, and launched an attack on Arthas.

The battle between ice and fire, the moment the Flame Strike came into contact with Frost Sorrow, it emitted a brilliant fire, and Frost Sorrow also let out an icy roar.

They began to wrestle, Arthas's gray hair fluttering in the wind, and then, with a hard push, he pushed the elven king Anas back.

The aged King Anas was no match for Arthas in melee combat, and he was pushed a long distance away and nearly fell. But the moment he fell to the ground, King Anas plunged his sword into the dirt and steadied himself.

Now, Arthas no longer gave his opponent time or a chance to breathe, and he picked up the frost sorrow and roared at Anas to launch another round of attacks.

Frostmourn was like a light silhouette in the hands of the Death Knight, it screamed and fell, drawing blue arcs in the air, and each blow would be fatal. King Anas struggled to resist, the flaming blow wailing in pain, and with each block, the flames on the sword weakened, as if Frost Sorrow was its nemesis, and it was powerless to resist.

In the final blow, High Elf King Anas blocked Frostmourn's onslaught with a flaming blow, and at the same time, his staff reached Arthas's throat, and powerful arcane energy converged at the end of the staff, emitting a brilliant blue-purple light.

But this time, Arthas learned wisely, he didn't step into the same trap twice, and the next moment, the death knight Arthas caught Anas's staff with his left hand without a sword, and the arcane energy that was about to gush out was extinguished......

The cold dark energy was transmitted to the body of the elven king Anas through the staff, and gradually, Anas's vigorous body could not support it, his face became pale, he lost his blood, his body became stiff, and the cold air of frost sorrow almost froze his blood, and he used the last strength of his body to resist the attack of Arthas. However, in the face of absolute power, he eventually fell.

Frost Sorrow was so hungry and thirsty that he was angrily beheaded, and Anas was killed on the spot, and his soul became another captive of Frost Sorrow.

"No!"

Sylvanas, who was battling the Scourge army, shouted, almost in a hoarse voice, but there were so many Scourge armies surrounding her and the king, an endless stream of zombies and skeletons, spiders and evil monks, surrounding a pitifully small number of High Elves.

She thrust her dagger into the body of a zombie, who then tilted its head and tried to bite her arm, only to be kicked away by Sylvanas. Three or four zombies surrounded her again, she cried and fought, and at this moment, a golden light flashed past her, and Ares swung his golden warhammer, swinging left and right, and the zombies and skeletons fell in front of him.

A ghoul swooped up from behind, struck away by Ares' wielded hammer, and black blood spewed out into the air.

Feeling the surging of holy light in his body, Ares kept fighting, and the dazzling warhammer was like the sun in the night, blowing a sacred storm, and all the undead scourge soldiers who approached the paladin were all swallowed by the holy storm, turning into a mass of broken bones or rotten flesh.

Some ghouls and zombies even burst into flames the moment they touched the hammer.

Tears welled up in Sylvanas' eyes, and he saw hope for revenge, though he did not believe in the Light.

In front of him, a huge Scourge Demon Spider took the opportunity to pounce on it, trying to bite off Ares's body from the powerful upper jaw, but was hit head-on by Ares's war hammer, and under the judgment of the Holy Light, the head of the undead spider was smashed to pieces, and insect slurry and bodily fluids were splashed everywhere.

"Paladin......

Arthas snorted disdainfully.

His eyes were on Ares and Sylvanas.

"Sylvanas, we must retreat!"

The power of darkness was approaching, and Ares felt this unprecedented sense of oppression, just like the day when he fought against the Death Knight in Hearthdale, as Arthas approached, Ares felt that the power of the Holy Light in his body was constantly draining, but Sylvanas didn't seem to want to retreat, she stared at Arthas, pulled out an arrow, and then shot it angrily.

Before the arrow could reach Arthas, it was taken by Arthas's servant Farrick, and the Death Knight broke the arrow with one hand, and an unprecedented cold approached.

"Sylvanas, go, take as many people as you can, get out of here!"

At this time, the elven mage Natal opened the portal.

This is the only hope, the only way to survive in the chaos. Ares was almost moved to tears, but Sylvanas had only anger in her eyes, she didn't want to retreat, and grabbed a spear again, intending to shoot Arthas.

"Nope! We must retreat! ”

At this point, Ares grabbed her arm...... Drag it straight into the portal!

Sylvanas was throwing a spear, his body was unstable for a moment, and he was dragged into the portal by Ares, and in front of him, it was pitch black......