"They're coming!"

The Gate of Sunset, the High Elves' first gate to the outside world, is located on the road from the Plaguelands to Quel'Thalas, surrounded by mountains, and the gate is located on the pass between the two high mountains, which is very dangerous, as long as a hundred archers stand on the gate, no number of invaders can attack Quel'Thalas.

However, today, they are not facing an ordinary army, but the Scourge led by Arthas, an army of the living dead.

As Scout Karma described, the stench of carrion came from the stench of rotting corpses before the scout Karma had even appeared in view. The disgusting stench of corpses filled their faces, and the High Elf rangers hid their faces and watched the movement on the horizon.

Gradually, the earth began to shake, and what appeared in front of the elven rangers was a huge army of zombies. Their numbers are indescribable, dense and black like mudslides, occupying the mountain trail leading from the Plaguelands to Quel'Thalas.

In the dense zombie team, from time to time there are several huge catastrophic undead spiders passing through it, its size is huge, it moves quickly, covered with black and purple insect beetles, and its head has eight evil compound eyes, those disgusting spiders walk through the zombie team, from time to time knock away some slow-moving zombies, knock their limbs into pieces, and sometimes stop, pay attention to their companions, to see if they are in place.

And then there are the headless undead monks, covered in mutilated limbs, with three fat arms wielding giant weapons, looking ugly and disgusting.

Immediately behind the Evil Monk and the Undead Spider is the Scourge Meat Grinder. Ares had seen this thing in the game, throwing corpses and spreading the plague, and now the meat grinders were literally standing in front of him.

The necromancer was so focused on creating these human bombs, as if he was completely oblivious to the thick smell of corpses around him.

"Oh my God, what a bunch of monsters this is!"

Beside Sylvanas, Worhir couldn't help but let out an exclamation, his words full of astonishment and fear.

As the Scourge army advanced, the stench of rotting corpses grew stronger, and the elven archers of Quel'Thalas almost resisted the gushing bile and stuck to their posts. Some Elven Ranger even vomited on the spot on the city walls.

Arthas rode on a skeletal horse, surrounded by an army of scourge troops. It's the first time Ares has seen this fallen prince so closely, a legend in the World of Warcraft, the former crown prince of Lordaeron, Terenus? The proud son of King Minethir. In order to defeat the demon Marganis, Arthas traveled to Northrend, and finally, Arthas, consumed by the fury of revenge, raised the ancient magic sword - Frost Sorrow, although this magic sword has infinite power to help Arthas defeat the demon Marganis, however, the magic sword has a terrible curse, it will devour people's souls.

Armed with the Frost Sorrow, Arthas defeated the demons as he wished, but the young prince's mind was consumed by the cursed sword. Finally, tormented by the Frost Grief, Prince Lordaeron became a servant of darkness and a loyal servant of the Lich King, the Death Knight Arthas.

The Gate of Sunset was in front of Quel'Thalas, and Arthas let out a loud cry, undefeated as if he was still alive, at the behest of his master, and opened his hooves, and the undead Scourge soldiers around him made way for his master.

He walked under the city gates, dressed in heavy armor. Ares recognized the armor, which had once been the armor of the Paladin, but now it had become the personal armor of the Death Knight.

With white hair, Arthas glanced at the creatures on the ramparts, and then he immediately recognized the commander of the army, Sylvanas.

"Guardian of Quel'Thalas, stand up, if you still have the courage."

Arthas said contemptuously, and the army of the undead behind him suddenly fell silent, and although the voice was not loud, it reverberated throughout the valley. It was like a whisper of death, and Ares could almost feel his heart stop beating for a split second.

Then, Sylvanas stepped forward.

"I'm Sylvanas, the Silvermoon Ranger General. Windranger, Arthas, the last time you were here, you were a child, look at you now, but you have become a servant of darkness, a minion of the undead. ”

"I advise you to withdraw your troops, Alsace, the defenses of Quel'Salas are impregnable."

Sylvanas went on to speak.

However, in the face of Sylvanas' threats and intimidation, Arthas simply smiled and raised the corners of his mouth, turning his undefeated face with disdain, facing the skeleton horse against his army of undead. Ares saw the magnificent rune sword, Frostmourn.

"She told us to retreat, would you like it?"

Arthas let out a loud roar, a sound that seemed to come from hell, and it was so cold that it made people's hearts tighten. Then, the army of the undead in front of them responded to their master with an extremely terrifying roar, those skeletons, zombies, and even undead spiders, they were roaring, they were roaring. The whole valley shook......

"You're right, he's the devil, the devil without humanity."

Sylvanas turned to Ares sideways.

"Get ready for battle, get used to the rhythm of the enemy's attack."

Standing on the city wall, Ares replied with a serious expression.

Sylvanas immediately gave the order. The well-trained elven archers drew their bows and arrows under unified orders, aiming at the countless undead scourge troops below the city gates. The sight of several evil monks baring their fat mouths and roaring defiantly made Sylvanas feel sick, and these headless monsters had their own consciousness.

"Don't you understand? The ranger of Silvermoon City, the Grim Reaper has come. ”

Arthas replied in a deep voice.

But now, the Ranger Captain ignored him anymore.

"Shoot!"

Sylvanas gave the order to shoot the undead. In the next second, ten thousand arrows were fired in unison, and the air resounded with the "whoosh" sound of countless arrows sweeping across the sky.

The cataclysmic zombies and skeletons in front of them suddenly collapsed, and after that, the air seemed to freeze, and the field was as quiet as if time had stood still. The skeletons watched as their comrades fell, and then a terrible roar came from below the walls. The army of the undead was furious.

All the skeletons and zombies, including the undead spiders and evil monks, began to rush madly towards the ornate gates of the High Elves. Ares had never seen anything like it, it was like a rolling mudslide, shaking the ground. Soon, the tall gates of the High Elves were crumbling and fragile under the onslaught of the Scourge Legion......