While Claudia asks Varian for help, the elven kingdom of Quel'Salas is also engaged in a battle that will determine the fate of the country.

The original verdant and lush forest has become scorched and withered everywhere, and the ethereal song that once reverberated in the forest for nearly 10,000 years has been replaced by the roar of the undead.

The elves, who should have been graceful, are now extremely stiff and stenching, and they are still wearing the gorgeous clothes of their lives, and under the evil magic of the necromancer, they have joined the army of the Scourge.

On the plains outside the forest, the High Elf army was marching, with a large number of mages in red robes and priests in white cloth in the center, almost the same number of elven rangers in pale green chain mail, holding longbows, and swords hanging from their waists, and a few heavily armored warriors in the outermost layer, most with swords in their hands, and a few in shields.

The soldiers of the elven army were looking at the resurrected compatriots of the Scourge Army with complicated eyes, but the strict discipline suppressed their anger and hatred, and the killing intent soared into the sky.

On the hillside in the distance, the Scourge Legion was also preparing for battle, they did not have the strict formation of the elves, but they had an aura that was not inferior to the elven army.

The meat grinder convoy was pushed to the front line, and the corpses were carried down from above by the zombies, and as the black magic flashed, the corpses stood up one after another, forming the vanguard of the Scourge with other ghouls, zombies, and skeletons.

Many stitched monsters that emit a terrifying stench and are four meters tall are clustered in the backbone of the striker, which is the abomination, the flesh shield class of the Scourge Legion. Their large, bloated bodies blessed with necromancy are not only good at withstanding the opponent's physical and magical attacks, but also effectively blocking the opponent's firepower and protecting their more vulnerable comrades.

The stench on the Abomination can not only corrupt the living who come close, but also heal zombies and skeletons. In addition to their arms that grip the butcher's knife and the meat axe, they also have a misshapen forearm that holds meat hooks that allow them to pull their opponent's vulnerable ranged units in front of them or their injured teammates to the rear.

On either flank of the vanguard are the gigantic and hateful Centaurs, a new class that the Lich King has sent to his favored retainers to increase the Scourge Legion's ranged attack capabilities in order to ensure victory in this battle. Their thick black and purple carapace allows them to worry about long-range shots, and their upper body has sharp forelimbs like steel spears, and they release thick silk threads that envelop their opponents far away.

A few later in the vanguard are a group of soldiers dressed in Lordaeron's blue double-headed eagle uniform, the former Lordaeron Guard, most of whom have become the undead guards of the Scourge legion, except for a few who have been selected as Death Knights.

One by one, black-armored knights holding rune giant swords, riding bone war horses, and skeleton shields condensed by the power of death appeared on horseback from all parts of the army, and then consciously gathered into small teams and assembled towards the center of the camp. At this time, these Death Knights, who had been relegated to be the commanders of the grassroots army, broke away from their own soldiers, and in this battle, they would be gathered to become the sharpest blades of the Scourge Legion.

The necromancers who were protected by such a terrifying army turned pale, unlike those low-IQ undead who did not have fear thoughts, they could feel the horror of the High Elf army.

A long-bearded old man dressed in dirty clothes who didn't know how many years had not washed a mage's robe grabbed a luxuriously dressed elven nobleman next to him, and scolded bitterly regardless of any mage demeanor:

"Darkan, you son of a bitch, didn't you promise that after breaking through the forest barrier, the elves will be defenseless and will not be able to assemble more than two thousand troops."

"Damn, what did I see, this fucking number has more than doubled, not to mention, all of them are at least professional-level, and the number of mages in the innermost part is almost more than two thousand!" He pointed with a trembling hand to the elven army in the distance below the hillside.

Darkan pushed the necromancer's hand aside in disgust, took out a white silk handkerchief, and said angrily while wiping the corner of the necromancer's clothes that had been touched by the necromancer:

"Hilgai, stay away from me, how do I know why the mage legion that has always been lazy will gather so quickly this time, according to common sense, it should be the Windranger Guard after the forest enchantment, after defeating them, we originally had enough time to harvest the mages and civilians scattered all over the place, and finally fought a decisive battle in Silvermoon City."

"It's really --," Darkan continued to wipe his white robe, and finally he couldn't help but scold: "How can your hands be so dirty, this is the finest silk." ”

Hilgai first slammed the staff in his hand to the ground, splashing a puff of dust: "I will go to the master to report you, you elf undercover!" ”

Darkan replied without showing weakness: "I'm telling you, if it weren't for me, you wouldn't even be able to enter the forest barrier, and you're still going around in circles outside the forest!" ”

Just when the conflict between the two was rapidly escalating, a terrifying consciousness suddenly came: "Enough! I've been working on this plan for twelve years, and I've calculated every possible reaction of Quel'Thalas, and we're going to win no matter where the decisive battle is! ”

Hilgai and Darkan, who were in the original dispute, instantly fell to their knees and did not dare to move, until their consciousness was long gone, and they slowly got up.

The commander-in-chief of the elven army, High Ranger General Sylvanas Windranger, was not protected at the very center of the array, but stayed with her Windranger Guard, with Segrina Breeze guarding her.

Sylvanas looked at the silver-haired elf beside him and said, "Segrina, thanks to you rushing back early this time to warn, are you interested in returning to the team?" ”

Segrina looked into the distance and said lightly, "After defeating the Undead Legion, I will go to Stormwind City in the South, and my employer is still waiting for me there." ”

"What's so good about the human world? Stay, our people still need you. Sylvanas wondered.

"The life of our elves is long, but it is like stagnant water without waves. And human life, although fleeting, is brilliant and dazzling. ”

"That's why I'd rather be hungry and cold on an adventurous journey than be fed and entertained in Silvermoon City."

"As for the people, Tails and I have done enough for them, and I don't owe them anything for a long time."

"I'm sorry about Tails, the Windranger Guard will always be open for you if you want to come back in the future." Sylvanas didn't persuade him anymore, Segrina's words just now represented a huge division within the elves, and even she had a headache.

Because of the existence of the Well of the Sun, the elves do not need to worry about survival, and a large number of materials are distributed to them every month, so they can enjoy themselves and do what they like.

Conscientious clansmen will go to vocational training, join the army, and defend the rest of the clan, but many more clansmen choose to study archaeology, cooking, music, painting, dance, ......, and even many clansmen have become wastes who only know how to eat, drink and have fun.

Over time, the professionals look down on the non-professionals more and more, especially after many years of border guarding, they are full of complaints about the clansmen hiding in the rear after losing their comrades and relatives in the battle, if it were not for the fact that most of the clansmen are really inseparable from the Well of the Sun, it is estimated that the elves have been divided again.

This battle is like this, there are obviously hundreds of thousands of elves, but the army in front of them is already the power of the whole country that King Anastarian can mobilize for the time being, the Windranger Guard, the Magister Legion, and the Sunfury Legion have all been dispatched, except for the royal guards who must stay in Silvermoon City, and the Morning Front Legion who needs to defend the Well of the Sun, the High Elves have no extra troops.

Therefore, this battle is crucial for the elves, and once they lose, Quel'Salas will have no power to resist.

Although the strength is far inferior to the Scourge, Sylvanas is full of confidence in victory, her soldiers are all elite, the lowest are professional-level, the combat power of the Magister Legion is even more powerful, a magic volley can wipe out all creatures such as 100 meters, as long as the rangers and warriors are facing head-on, the Magister Legion will smash the opponent's formation.

As her opponent, Arthas, the commander of the Scourge Legion, was taking four Death Knight officers to carefully inspect and assess the elven army from afar, compared to the pale-faced mages under him, these professional officers were unimpressed with the powerful elven legion.

Arthas sneered: "It really deserves to be the High Elf with the most professionals, and five thousand professionals are directly organized into an army to use, which is a big deal." In comparison, our professional-level combat power is less than half of that of the other side, and the number of mages is less than five hundred. What do you think, my officers? ”

A gray-armored knight beside him sneered: "These elves probably have dealt with trolls for many years, and their own brains have become troll brains, and they even treat large-scale battles as skirmishes." Look at their army, there is not a single ordinary soldier, is it really that other kings are stupid, and there is so much money that they raise a large number of ordinary soldiers as honor guards? ”

Another knight with two one-handed swords hanging from his waist also spoke: "Not only that, the profession is seriously unbalanced, and the warriors who can rush forward are estimated to be less than a thousand, and most of them do not have shields, as long as they break through the defense line, they can be slaughtered wantonly." ”

The knight with the last elven face explained lightly: "For elves, as long as they want to become professionals, they can do it in a long time, so there are basically no ordinary soldiers among the elves. Because of faith, there are few who choose warriors, and even fewer who can choose the path of protection, but don't underestimate the Windranger Guard, each of them is an excellent melee fighter in close quarters. ”

The Grey Knight was still dismissive: "Look at the two short knives on their waists, I haven't seen anyone use them except for thieves, when will the profession of thieves be able to confront the army head-on?" ”

Arthas turned his gaze to a black-armored knight who had never spoken, and the black-armored knight said coldly: "Your Majesty, it's time for this continent to witness our power, we are any mage's nightmare, after today, the death knight will become synonymous with mage killers." ”

"Well said," Arthas looked at the elven army with feverish eyes, as if he had seen the most delicious food. "Since Anastarian has sent so many professionals, he can't afford to be hospitable to his master if he doesn't digest them thoroughly."

"Jenn!"

"In!" The black-armored knight fell to his knees.

"Today I want to guard against Anastarian, and you will lead the charge, and from now on, you will be my High Lord of Death."

"Yes! Thank you, Your Majesty! ”

"Thassarian, Cortila, Rivendell, you're in charge of guarding Jenn's flanks."

"Yes! Your Majesty! ”

Arthas turned around, looked at the north expectantly, and smirked: "I really wish I could fight Anastarian soon, I can't wait to slash the number one master in the continent under the sword." ”