This is the Ellunda River, a river that is hundreds of meters wide and flows down from the top of the mountains to the east, and from here to the endless sea to the west.

An elven bridge spans the river, and on the north side of the bridge is a giant arch:

That's the Elven Gate.

Exquisite runes are all over the arch, and arcane energy flows through them, and the energy from the Well of the Sun passes through the runestones scattered throughout Quel'Salas, guarding this elven realm that has existed for thousands of years, and this bridge is one of them.

It is the first gate of the elven kingdom in ancient times!

At that time, the land of ghosts was still the world of trolls, and this door and the forest on both sides of the door blocked the attacks of trolls for an unknown number of times!

The gate opened, and Sylvanas, clad in a blue cloak, stood on the north side of the Elven Bridge, eyes as sharp as an eagle, allowing her to see a disgusting Scourge from a few kilometers away!

The corpses that have risen, some have just died, some have been dried and resurrected into zombies or skeletons by the force of death;

a cobbled together cobblement of cobbled together cobbled together cobbled together abominations, and ghouls whose bodies have been transformed by necromancy and whose bodies have shrunk to the extreme;

Strange flying creatures, which look like living stone sculptures, come from the battle reports of Lothima and Hadurun, who refer to them as "gargoyles";

There are also giant spider creatures, which remind her of the legendary Chira Worm people, who are considered extinct, undead spiders known as "burrowing demons".

The pungent rancid stench had drifted to the other side of the Elenda River under the force of the wind, and Sylvanas felt his stomach tumble over the sea.

The woods, the first barrier, had fallen under the strange combat rigs brought by the Death Knight, and the Ranger Scout told her it was a meat grinder.

Only the High Elves know the horror of this forest, a magical forest soaked in arcane energy, full of dangers, and any enemy who dares to offend the elven realm must accept the wrath of the forest.

But now, the forest has been destroyed.

No power in the Wraiths Land could resist the nearly 200,000 Scourge Legions, especially the most destructive elven mages, who had been transferred back to Silvermoon City and the Sunwell Heights by the great Sun King......

Sylvanas recalls the red dragon that burned down the woods a long time ago. Of course, Silvermoon City withstood the blow, but the forest suffered terrible wounds, just like now......

The Scourge Legion is more terrifying than the Red Dragon, enslaved by the Orcs!

At the beginning, there were only a hundred red dragons, but now there are more than 150,000 undead!

"General, he's Arthas! Death Knight! Lotherma Theron, who was standing on the left, whispered.

He is one of the High Elf Ranger Lords, and he is also the best Ranger Lord, which even the other Ranger Lord standing to the right of the Ranger General, "Haduron Mingyi", once led the Ranger team to capture the Amani troll leader Zurkin alive, has to admit it.

Following Lotherma's fingers, Sylvanas saw a giant beetle, and next to the beetle, the Death Knight on a skeleton horse.

"Arthas!" Sylvanas muttered under his breath, quickly turning her gaze to the giant beetle.

Never before has there been such a huge monster in the realm of the High Elves!

Even the mountain giants described in the Silvermoon City Library books would not be taller or more terrifying!

Only the Elder Dragons of the Red Dragons have such a huge size!

Sylvanas glanced back at the towering elven gate, wondering if the gate flowing with arcane energy could hold back the terrifying monster.

"Prepare for battle!"

Sylvanas gestured, and the two Ranger Lords immediately gave orders.

This time, Sylvanas brought three thousand rangers!

This is already all the rangers in the entire High Elf Realm who are still alive and she can mobilize in such a short period of time!

She had been extremely confident in her Ranger troops, convinced that no enemy would survive under the arrows of three thousand war bows......

However, now that she saw the dense tide of natural disasters and undead, her faith was shaken.

"I am Sylvanas Windrunner, the Ranger General of Silvermoon City. Arthas, withdraw your troops now, or you won't be able to withstand the wrath of the High Elves! Sylvanas' shrill voice crossed the Ellunda River, and Arthas was not far from the other side of the bridge.

"It's you, Sylvanas." Arthas looked at the Ranger General in the distance: "The last elf who said this to me is dead!" The city known as 'Dysom' is already mine! For the sake of the past, I allow you to leave alive! ”

They knew each other more than a decade ago.

At that time, Arthas was still a child under the age of ten, and Sylvanas at that time was already the ranger general of Silvermoon City.

In the blink of an eye, Arthas has become a Death Knight, the most powerful Death Knight of all time.

"Then, let's fight!" Sylvanas gave the order.

She removed the Windranger Bow from her back, and an elven feather arrow, with the help of the wind, shot at Arthas like lightning at unimaginable speed, and then was easily cut off by Frost Sorrow with the help of the wind.

The magic arrows enchanted by the High Elf mages were so fragile in front of the Death Knight!

In an instant, ten thousand arrows were fired.

Naturally, the archery skills of the High Elf Ranger need not be said, but now, there is no need for archery skills at all.

Any archer with enough strength will definitely be able to shoot one of the undead, because there are so many undead on the opposite side that they cover the whole land!

"Destroy the bridge!" Seeing countless undead on the bridge, and the three thousand elven rangers couldn't suppress it, Sylvanas had to give an order in pain.

The next moment, the Elven Bridge collapsed, and thousands of undead were washed by the rushing river and rushed downstream.

"You can't cross the Ellunda River! It's a river of magic! Sylvanas shouted.

The river, also part of the Quel'Salas Rune Barrier, flows with arcane energy that can help the High Elves defend themselves against foreign enemies.

"Really?" Arthas disembarked from the skeleton pony and walked to the river, holding the rune sword upside down in both hands, the tip of Frost Sorrow plunging into the river.

The next moment, a strange ice power poured into the river, the hundreds of meters wide Ellunda River, the entire river surface was completely frozen in just one minute, and with the eyesight of the elf ranger, it can be seen that the ice is at least three meters thick, enough to withstand the tallest monster!

"So, what now?" Arthas's voice was cold.

Then, countless undead rushed onto the ice!