The position where Anastarian had been was now turned into a large semi-circular crater, and lava could be faintly seen in the depths of the pit.

Arthas was knocked away and struggled to get up, a lot of his armor had turned red, and a lot of white smoke was coming out, and the elven king's dying self-explosion had seriously injured him.

And the vast power in Arthas's body also left him after protecting him, even though Arthas had the help of Frost Sorrow, which was specially forged for the Arrival, the Arrival was also extremely expensive for his master.

Laugh at!

Sylvanas was on the edge of the battlefield and fired an arrow that pierced the eyebrows of an undead dwarf holding a warhammer aloft, who had already smashed over a red-robed mage and was trying to make up for the final blow.

The dwarf's body fell heavily, and there was still some relief and gratitude on his face, but Sylvanas didn't have time to care about the dwarf's expression, and shouted to the mage:

"Cross, get up, follow me!"

Cross's left arm was broken, but he struggled to get up with his right arm and walked to Sylvanas's side, where there were a dozen other elven soldiers who had either been rescued by Sylvanas or had spontaneously gathered around her, and Segrina had been carried behind her by a soldier who was not badly wounded.

Suddenly, they all turned their heads and looked into the distance in shock, the last words of the elven king had arrived, and there was a big explosion at that location, and many people either froze or cried.

"Your Majesty!" A High Elf warrior fell to his knees and slammed his fist into the ground, with an additional fist mark on the ground.

"Enough! As long as you will be weak, do not forget the last words of Your Majesty! Sylvanas roared with red eyes.

The warrior stood up and slashed his knife on the left side of his face, and blood flowed down his face, as if he could not feel the pain in the face of his puzzled companion:

"I will keep this scar forever and remember the shame of today."

Several warriors also drew their daggers and slashed them across their left cheeks, and the other elves had stopped crying and looked deeply into the distance, then turned around and continued to move forward.

Where no one noticed, Sylvanas's body suddenly trembled slightly, and the black aura on her face became even stronger, but she immediately regained her stability, walked at the front of the group, and saved a ranger from a distance with another arrow.

However, there were still many soldiers who could not be saved by their companions, an elite elven ranger was besieged by two abominations and an undead guard, with several ghouls and zombie fragments lying around, and a professional necromancer hiding behind the abomination and chanting incantations.

One by one, the curse spells were unleashed on the Elven Ranger, and she tried to bypass the Abomination to threaten the psychic mage, but his efforts were in vain, as the abomination's large body did not mean that they were clumsy, but rather obscured the Ranger's vision, leaving her with no chance to throw throwing knives to interfere with the mage.

She had been entangled with these abominations for some time, and for this giant stitch monster, ordinary puncture wounds had no effect at all, and the tough sutures on her body prevented her scimitar from causing too large wounds, and the faint poisonous mist emanating from her body kept corroding the ranger's body.

Finally, after being hit by the Shadow Arrow again, she lost her balance and was cut in two in despair by the Abomination Axe.

This scene is playing out on the battlefield one after another, the elves trapped in the battlefield are fighting bravely, but they are finally overwhelmed by a large number of undead monsters, and the undead army has also suffered a lot of casualties, but as long as this battle is over, they can be fully replenished.

Sylvanas finally led her men out of the battlefield and into the forest, where two more broken squads converged on her, her retinue approaching a hundred.

After Segrina entered the woods, she let the warrior support her, and reluctantly blew her whistle, a bear glowing with starlight quickly approached her, and Arcturus, who had already felt his master's serious injury, let out an uneasy roar, licking his master's hand, and part of the starlight on his body merged into Segrina's body, and Segrina's injuries were suddenly relieved, and her face was a little more bloody.

In the battle just now, not only her, but also several other rangers with animal partners did not bring animal partners to the battlefield, animal partners are good helpers for team adventures and individual combat, but they are not allowed to take them with them in the battle of the large army, because the animal partners have different forms and functions, and not only most of them are not of much help in frontal combat, but it is easy to destroy their own formation.

Sylvanas suddenly trembled and leaned to one side, and a ranger hurriedly caught her and asked with concern, "My lord?" ”

"I'm fine, it's not safe here, let's talk about it in a safe place." Sylvanas shook her head vigorously and stood up straight, the Ranger looking at her darkened face in concern, and then shouted.

"Your Excellency is poisoned, is there a sacrifice?"

No one responded, there were not many sacrificers who participated in the battle today, and they suffered heavy casualties, and their survivability in the melee was much worse than that of the mages.

Sylvanas said a little weakly, "It's not poison, go to Sunny Wind Village, Braukmuse is there, many of us need treatment." ”

Sunny Breeze Village is only half a day's journey from here, and after reaching a safe place, Sylvanas couldn't hold it anymore and immediately fainted, although her injuries were lighter than James's, but her physical strength was far worse than that of the Death Knight, and then she rescued others one after another, causing her injuries to worsen, and she was able to survive until now without treatment is the result of strong willpower.

She was lost in the darkness for a long time, and finally a light broke through the darkness, and when she opened her eyes, she found a familiar orange-haired female elf treating her, and when she opened her eyes, the female elf spoke.

"Sylvanas, you need to rest, this is the Western Sanctuary, you're safe."

"Liadrin, why the Sanctuary of the West? Silvermoon City still needs me! ”

Sylvanas was about to sit up, but she was held down by Liadline as she was still healed from her serious injuries.

"Don't move, your waist injury is very serious, you still need treatment!"

Sylvanas asked with concern, "How long has it been?" What happened to Silvermoon City? ”

High Priestess Liadrin's hand flashed again, and the light pressed against the wound in her waist:

"The power of death in your body is too pure, the priests are slow to expel it, and you have been in a coma for three days. And Silvermoon City--"

Hatred flashed across Liadrin's face: "It's fallen, and all the members of the Silvermoon Council have been killed. ”

Sylvanas clenched his fists and gritted his teeth and asked, "What about the Well of the Sun?" ”

Before Liadelin could answer, they both felt a palpitation at the same time, and then a feeling of emptiness began to come from within them, and they immediately knew the fate of the Well of the Sun.

At this time, on the distant island of Queldanus, both sides of the road leading to the Well of the Sun, were covered with corpses, and many soldiers of the Morning Front Legion fought until the last moment for the Holy Land, they killed several times their own Scourge troops, but they were finally outnumbered and annihilated, and what was even more cruel was that the Scourge soldiers were loading their corpses onto meat grinders, and soon they would become the new subordinates of the Scourge Legion.

Holding a columbarium covered in ornate carvings, Arthas walked past several of the massive structures destroyed and walked to the golden well, which glowed with gold, staining his face golden, making him look much softer at the moment.

Arthas turned the ashes upside down, and the chopped remains inside poured into the golden well water, and the well water immediately rippled violently, and a huge vortex appeared in the center of the well water, and a skeleton and two chains gradually appeared in the whirlpool, different from those ordinary skeletons, this newborn skeleton skeleton glowed with white jade-like light, exuding the unique coercion of the hero, and the golden well water of the Well of the Sun gradually turned black as the skeleton was formed.

Two purple soul fires ignited in the skeleton's eyes, and he said reverently, "The Great Master has done it, and He has given me eternal life!" ”

Step by step, the skeleton walked out of the Well of the Sun, and the necromancer on the side handed the skeleton a purple robe, Arthas looked at him with satisfaction, and said, "Now, Kel'thugad, let's have a good chat." ”

The skeleton put on his robes and bowed in a mage salute: "As you wish, my majesty." ”

In a position where the two of them didn't notice, Koltila lowered her head, the corners of her blue mouth twitched faintly, and Jaime on the side casually touched Koltila's left arm, and the elven death knight immediately raised his head, his face was already expressionless.

Back at his camp, Jaime led his lieutenant, Thassarian, into his tent, where they had their own space as high-ranking officers, unlike ordinary undead.

After Thassarian entered the tent, feeling the aura of death around him, his lips suddenly moved slightly, and he said in an almost inaudible voice: "Lord Count, how long do we have to endure it." ”

Jaime turned his head to look at the location of the Chinese army's tent, the soul fire in his eyes jumped violently, and he said in the same weak voice: "Believe me, that day is getting closer and closer. ”

"I can feel the reluctance and resentment in the hearts of those new elves, and when the time comes, we can use this resentment to overthrow his rule."

"Now, you go and appease Kortila, he has just awakened, and today he is too repressed, you need to persuade him not to expose him."

"The time has not yet come, we need to keep waiting, and be careful of Rivendell, he will never be our man."

Thassarian was silent for a while, then continued to whisper: "Don't worry, I'll calm Koltila, no one wants to go back to the days when they lost themselves." ”