"Stop them!"

Sylvanas shouted. The Silver Moon Ranger behind him let go of the arrow feathers in their hands, and suddenly, countless ignited arrows shot towards the rotting zombies and skeleton warriors, and the sky was densely filled with a rain of rockets fired by the High Elf Rangers.

Suddenly, the Scourge zombies that rushed to the front fell down one piece, while the heavily armed skeleton warriors raised their large shields to defend, and the rockets shot at the shields, making a tinkling and tinkling sound, but did not ignite the rotting corpses behind the shields.

Taking advantage of the gap between the elves and the strings, the army of the undead in front of them rushed up again. This time, the Giant Cataclysmic Evil Monk took the lead and rushed to the front, and these huge monsters took heavy steps and roared and charged. The huge mouth in the abdomen was dripping with disgusting pus and emitting a disgusting stench.

Sylvanas's rocket shot into the mouth of an undead monk, who took a heavy step back, then closed its jaw, extinguished the rocket in its body, and charged furiously again.

The sight in front of them stunned Sylvanas and her elven rangers. There was no time to give orders, and all the elves withdrew from the defense line in advance again according to the previous tactics.

In the next second, a huge natural calamity evil monk washed away the rows of wooden stakes under the Silver Moon Ranger. These fortifications are like toys in front of the scourge monsters, fragile and vulnerable. Several spiked wooden stakes were even knocked away by the undead evil monks, and sawdust flew everywhere.

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Under the invasion of the Scourge Legion, the elven army retreated one after another, and behind them was Yangquan City, a trading town in the Eternal Song Forest, which at this moment, became the first town defense line of Quel'Thalas. Elven archers and mages have long been assembled at the entrance to the town.

"For Quel'Thalas! Natal, burn them! ”

Sylvanas ran as fast as she gave the Silvermoon Mage in front of her the order to incinerate the Scourge army.

Archmage Natal chanted the incantation, and the wooden staff in his hand gathered powerful magical energy in the air.

Above the Eternal Song Forest, the dense dark clouds gradually turned crimson, and in the next second, a flaming stone burning with blazing fire fell from the sky, with an extremely terrifying impact, and fell into the dense corpses of the army of the undead.

Those necromancers looked up at the sky with wide eyes, and in their pupils were infinitely magnified flaming meteorites.

The blazing flint fell into the sea of corpses, forming a shock wave, and suddenly, the skeleton army was crushed and burned a large area, and the smell of carrion was heard in the air, the flames were intense, and the high temperature atomized the air, forming a wall of flames, and the skeleton zombies in the back row stopped moving forward and let out a death-like roar.

The elven defenders at the gates of the city were boiling, and they saw the Silvermoon Mage show his might.

"Queldore will win!"

The elven archers of Quel'Thalas shouted excitedly.

But soon, they couldn't be happy, they saw the commander of the undead legion, the death knight Arthas, riding a skeleton war horse, approaching step by step, everywhere they went, the flames were extinguished, and those burned corpses, as long as they were not too badly burned, stood up again, beside them, the huge undead spider roared, rushing towards the Yangquan City guards.

"Oh my God, they're undead!"

The Ranger Ural shouted, and soon, everyone evacuated the town. Sylvanas drew her longbow and fired a flaming arrow into the sky. The dragon eagle knights suddenly stirred, they knew that the time had come for a decisive battle with the Scourge Legion.

The sky above Sunspring City is filled with evil gargoyles, screaming and hovering over the town, looking for the refugees who have not yet fled from the town's streets. and swooped down, tearing their bodies apart and sucking their flesh and blood.

Once again, the vast Scourge legions poured into the High Elf town like a raging flood. It's just that they are greeted by an empty city. According to Ares's previous tactics, all the buildings in the town were buried with flammable fuel.

At the command of the Silvermoon Knight, the Quel'Salas Dragonhawks flapped their wings and flew high, these beautiful creatures wriggled their serpentine heads and watched everything ahead, and for the first time they had fought the minions of the Scourge Legion, many of them hissing uneasily. But the Knight of the Silver Moon grabbed the reins, ordered his mount in a forced manner, and launched an attack on the gargoyles of the Scourge Legion.

Arrows flew in the air, and the golden dragon eagle knight soon wrestled with the black undead gargoyles, whose wings and bodies were as strong as stone, whose claws could not pierce their skin, and whose fangs cut the throat of a Quel'Salas dragon eagle.

These beautiful creatures continued to fall from the sky, and each dragon eagle that fell was soon bitten and eaten by the army of zombies on the ground. Their bodies were torn apart, and their flesh was splattered. The picture is terrifying, beyond the imagination of all elves.

"Helis, help me hold off these monsters!"

Seeing that the situation was so urgent, Sephes, the leader of the Dragon Eagle Knights, didn't have time to explain more, and drove his dragon eagle to dive down at great speed, still holding the Quel'Salas curved bow in his hand. Behind him, several fierce gargoyles followed.

The next moment, the dragon eagle knights of Quel'Salas saw their knight leader rushing towards the bell tower of Yangquan City in a desperate manner. There, piles of dry wood and magic fuel.

In an instant, an arrow with flames was fired, and the entire building burst into flames.

Immediately afterwards, the other buildings in the town were set on fire, piece by piece.

The billowing smoke even obscured the sky, and some of the burning houses stood strongly, while others collapsed crookedly, overwhelming the zombies and scourge troops in the streets.

Looking at the monstrous flames, Arthas seemed to think of his past, at that time, the seeds of hatred had been planted, as the crown prince, he saw with his own eyes a large and prosperous and beautiful town, burning in front of him, the crowd running for his life, the mother crying with the baby in his arms, the old man who was crushed to death by the wooden house on the street corner screaming, but no one saved him. Stratholme, the great human city, was reduced to purgatory on earth overnight. For a moment, Arthas almost remembered his youth, but the mournful voice of Frost rang out again, and it took over his mind like a dark ghost, Stratholme, as if it had been centuries ago. Now, it is the Lord of Darkness, the commander of the Scourge.

"Forward."

Arthas commanded in a low, cold voice.

Immediately, a huge army of natural disasters rushed towards the exit of the town.