This is the Eastern Temple, one of the many temples in the Eversong Forest.

The reason why this place was chosen as a fortified position was because the temple was very high, located halfway up the mountain, and the winding mountain road and the spiral staircase exposed by the temple were enough to defend the thousands of remaining rangers.

Any enemy who wants to reach the highest points of the temple will have to endure a rain of arrows from the high Rangers.

Of course, the most important thing is that following the straight march route of the Scourge Legion, you will definitely pass by the Eastern Temple, which is the best place to snipe.

The Scourge Legion was soon here.

Arthas obviously valued these rangers and this famous ranger general, and even wasted his precious time to order hundreds of thousands of undead to surround this place, and then launch a non-stop crazy attack.

Elven rangers have a limited number of arrows, and when they bend their bows and arrows again and again, when they sweat and their fingers start to stiffen, the arrows in the quiver on their backs have run out.

So, the rangers drew their swords and daggers and began hand-to-hand combat.

One enemy after another fell, their heads rolling down, crushed like melons by their own feet. But then more monsters came up. Skeletons, zombies, ghouls, abominations, cave-dwelling demons......

There are also undead archers who bend bows and shoot arrows in the distance, and necromancers who are casting spells.

And above the sky, there are hundreds of thousands of gargoyles hovering.

In the distance, Anubrekan's massive body could still be seen, but it didn't even move.

If it had come, it would have taken only one or two charges to bring down the entire Eastern Temple, but it didn't, because the Death Knight didn't give the order.

The fallen prince, Arthas, seemed to enjoy the feeling of playing with his enemies, and he wanted to see his enemies fall one by one in despair, for according to Kel'thugad, the more resentful, angry, and desperate he died, the stronger the resurrected spirits became.

Sylvanas still fights like a wild lynx in the Eversong Forest, turning grief and rage into strength. She had to pull as many enemies as she could before she died.

Of course, she knew her end: only death.

She saw her siblings fall one by one, and was a little glad that she had arranged before.

Lotherma rode back to Silvermoon City alone to report that Haduron had taken nearly half of the rangers with him to escort the people of the Sunstrider dynasty away. In this way, she has at least saved thousands of elven rangers, and two promising ranger lords, although she has no regrets in death.

The enemy is about to break through the defenses......

They're approaching, approaching, and the rancid stench is almost unbearable for Sylvanas.

Too many, endless!

The most terrifying thing is that those necromancers are casting spells to resurrect the fallen elven rangers one by one, and then Sylvanas has to fight with his former subordinates, this feeling is too uncomfortable!

After so many years as a Ranger General, she could name every Ranger under her command, and even if they were resurrected as undead, she still knew these people. Watching them attack themselves with swords and daggers, manipulated by their enemies like marionettes, Sylvanas's heart was filled with sorrow, sorrow for the fate of the High Elves.

Sylvanas didn't stop, she kept fighting until she was completely destroyed by them, until the last moment.

She was the best Elven Ranger since Aurelia, and eventually all the Elven Ranger died, and she was the only one who stood on the top floor of the Eastern Temple, battling every undead who climbed up.

Sweat like rain, firm as iron.

At this point, all the undead stopped and moved out of the way.

Arthas, the first death knight under the Lich Throne and the second master of all the undead, rode the resurrected invincible warhorse and easily ascended to the top of the Eastern Temple and came to Sylvanas.

Sylvanas isn't a legend, even if she's close to it.

Even if she was a legend, it didn't work, because now she didn't even have a feather arrow. An elven ranger without feathered arrows, his strength has dropped by at least half.

"You have no way out, Sylvanas." Riding on the invincible, Alsace, as usual, feels the taste of this invincibility, how wonderful.

No one is his opponent.

He commanded a huge Scourge legion, which now exceeded 150,000.

One hundred and fifty thousand!

Not to mention Lordaeron or other human countries, even the original Alaso Empire couldn't take out so many soldiers, but he was able to control it.

And that's not all.

By the time Silvermoon City and the Sunwell Heights are breached, this number can be fully doubled.

When he takes the Scourge Legion south, defeats Lordaeron, defeats Dalaran, breaks through other realms, and occupies the entire Lordaeron continent, this number will even multiply tenfold!

It will lead the Scourge to conquer the world, propelling the kingdom of Lordaeron to unprecedented heights, even larger than the Arathor Empire, and he will become a greater emperor of the ages than Soladin the Great!

Who can stop it?

Only the Lich King is above him!

But in fact, the people of the Minahir family are not controlled. No one is above him, not even the Lich King who made him!

"Father, Uther, Gianna...... You see, I am the only one who can save Lordaeron, and only I can give Lordaeron eternal reign and eternal life to the people of Lordaeron! I made the right choice, and you shouldn't reproach me for abandoning me......" Arthas thought.

"Anaralah belore, for the eternal sun." Sylvanas clenched the blade in his hand, and his voice was firm: "High Elves, swear to fight to the death!" ”

During this period of killing, Frost Sorrow has absorbed an unknown number of souls, its power is getting stronger and stronger, and Arthas is getting stronger and stronger, no longer the same as he was half a month ago.

Sylvanas had no way to fend him off, not at all.

Arthas's speed and strength reached the limits of mortals, and Frostmourn left a deep scar on Sylvanas's left leg, her entire leg was broken, and her bones soaked in arcane energy could not stop the magic sword slash and broken, and Sylvanas could not stand up, falling to the ground.

Looking up at the cold and piercing tip of the magic sword, Sylvanas whispered in his heart:

"Aurelia, sister, I'm here, I'm here to accompany you......"

"Winlessa, sister, live well and take care of your children......"

Sylvanas didn't close his eyes, as many people do when facing death.

As a Ranger General, as a member of the Windranger family, and as the wielder of the Windranger Warbow, her pride does not allow her to succumb to death, even if she has no power to resist, she must face death with her eyes open!

The horizontal sword is blocked, the purple epic quality war sword can't stop the slash of the rune magic sword at all, and as the war sword is broken, the frost sorrow is about to take another life and devour another soul.

A good, strong soul.

However, at this moment, a sword suddenly appeared, slanted in, and plunged into the hard rocky ground, which was able to block the rune magic sword.

A human youth of eighteen or nineteen years old, holding a giant sword in both hands, raised all his strength to block Arthas's attack.

"Sylvanas Windranger, the Ranger General of Silvermoon City." The human youth snorted, the frost sorrow and biting cold almost froze him into ice cubes, and the shadow energy of the Excalibur Slayer finally blocked the surging evil, death, and frost energy.

"Destroyer!" The human youth roared.

The greatsword brought a huge impact force, and Arthas, together with the skeleton horse under his seat, was invincible, and had to take a few steps backwards, densely packed, dozens of thigh-thick corrupt thorns, wrapped the skeleton horse, pierced the skeleton horse's body, and even Arthas's body was controlled.

The next moment, the Excalibur Slayer suddenly disappeared, and the human youth picked up Sylvanas in the posture of "princess hug", and then jumped down from the highest point of the Eastern Temple at lightning speed, rushing towards the forest above the high mountain.

Feeling the heat transmitted from the Windranger, the human youth felt the biting cold on his body slowly dissipate.

Instead of looking down at the Windranger, he focused on running while trying his best to dodge the frantic attacks of the undead archers, necromancers, and gargoyles behind him.

"Stratholme has breached, and the High Elves have fulfilled their promise, so will humanity fulfill its promise. The Ash Army is destroying the undead along the death scars, and the ranger forces of Quellins Hut are rapidly approaching. "The Human Youth said:

"I'm the deputy commander of the Ash Army, Nicholas Jiang."

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