There is war everywhere, death everywhere!

One by one, the undead are destroyed, and one by one the elves fall!

In a battle at this level, it is not necessarily safe to be strong.

Lotherma's left arm was scratched by a ghoul, a large piece of flesh was knocked off her back by an abomination hook, and even her left hand, which was holding the bow, was injured by the necromancer's spell, and her eyes were blind!

Haduron's injuries are lighter than his, but not much lighter, and it's good that he can fight anyway!

Even Sylvanas, the supreme commander of the High Elf Ranger, was not lightly injured, and the slender blood marks were left on the long legs of the bodybuilder, which was shocking.

They are agile and highly skilled, but their bodies are still fragile. Those exposed areas are bound to hurt if they are hit by spells or weapons. On this planet, there are countless examples of heroes and even legendary heroes being killed by minions; Even a giant dragon could be shot down by an ordinary musketeer!

Others, not to mention.

In a square, Salorian Morning Seeker is surrounded by thousands of undead!

He wields the holy sword of Queldra, and fights alongside the High Elves who follow him.

Behind him is Silvermoon City's largest trading center, where more than a thousand High Elves take refuge.

Old people who have lived hundreds or thousands of years and are about to come to the end of their lives;

pregnant women with children;

the wounded who have been badly wounded, even crippled or blinded in battle;

Children who have not yet reached the age of ......

These old, weak, sick and disabled people who can't fight the undead at all now need their protection!

Undead, too many!

Salorian watched his comrades fall one by one, and in the end he was the only one left.

He glanced behind him, and in the gate, which had lost his magical protection, were his compatriots he had to protect;

He glanced at the distance, and the compatriots who were fighting hard could not help him;

He glanced at the sky, the black flying castle that exuded the aura of the undead was moving away, and the shadow that shrouded Silvermoon City was about to disappear!

He knew that hope was coming, but he couldn't hold on to that moment!

A sword, pierced his heart.

He turned his head and saw an expressionless face. Until then, that man had been his comrade-in-arms, but now he had been resurrected as an undead.

A sharp claw pierced his lower abdomen.

He looked ahead, the shrunken ghoul, his tattered clothes with the mutilated emblem of the southern city of Dysom.

A feathered arrow pierced his calf from a distance, and he had to get down on one knee.

He lowered his head, and the feathered arrow still had the mark of the Far Traveler, the undead archer in the distance, who had once been a Far Traveler under Lotherma or Haduron.

A fireball struck him, sending him flying and shattering the carved elven gate, revealing the panicked brethren within.

He looked into the distance, the necromancer who was casting spells, and the magic sword in his right hand was the standard for the Firewing troops.

He looked around him, the undead besieging him, half of them were humans from Lordaeron, and half of them were the High Elves of Quel'Thalas!

His consciousness was gradually blurring, knowing that he was about to die, maybe he would soon be resurrected as an undead, and then stretched out the butcher's knife to the compatriots he was still protecting just now!

He was powerless to resist, and his heart was angry!

At this moment, the undead in front of him was suddenly swept away by a powerful air current, and a man with a giant sword on his back quickly came to him with a series of afterimages from his body.

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"Queldra? Are you the Salorian Morning Seeker? Jiang Zheng frowned.

He didn't know Salorian, but he knew Queldra.

This holy sword is so famous that in the game, there have been countless people who want to get it, and many people think that it is the most beautiful sword!

This sword has a deep background, an extraordinary origin, and a strong legend in itself, although it is not qualified to be ranked at the legendary level, but it is worthy of the name of epic, and it is also the top one among the epic weapons!

In ancient times, the guardian dragons created countless demonic blades, the most famous of which were a pair of sister swords: Queldra and Quelserra.

Produced by the dragon, it must be a high-quality product.

Jiang Zai has always felt that just like the divine sword "Sarameni" that King Varian got later, if these two swords are put together, they may really be qualified to be ranked as legends!

It's a pity that there are really not many players who can put these two swords together.

Later, Alexstaza, the "Oath of Life" of the Red Dragon Queen, personally gave these two swords to two different elven warriors.

Time passed, and Quercera was gone, and Queldra fell into the hands of Salorian Morning Seekers.

In the game, Salorian dies in a battle against the invasion of the undead, and Queldra falls to the prince's guard "Lannathor".

As time went on, Lannathel saw the man and eventually smashed the sword herself, throwing the shards into the distance.

Later, during the crusade against the Lich King, the sword was reforged and given to Liadline, the head of the Blood Elf Paladin, by the regent of the time, Lotherma.

After a thousand twists and turns, this sword finally ushered in its true owner.

And now, the Holy Sword is still there, and Salorian Morning Seeker is dying.

His heart was shattered, his body was riddled with holes, and even if he were brought to Fenna or Liadline now, they would not be able to revive him, at most purify him, so that he would not be resurrected as a ghost.

In this world, there are not many people who have the ability to save him......

"Excalibur Stumka! I used to hear about its legends! Are you Nicholas Ginger? The deputy commander of the Ash Army? Seeing Jiang Zao, Salorian's eyes were glowing, and he seemed to have strength in his body, but Jiang Zai and he both knew that this was a return to light.

If Jiang Zheng can transcend the innate and become a grandmaster, he may still have the ability to revive him, but not now.

"It's me." Jiang Zheng once again struck out and repelled the approaching undead.

"Good, good, good!" Salorian shouted, turning to look at his compatriots he wanted to protect, "Tell me, you can protect them for me, right?" The High Elves are friends of humanity, you said we fought side by side, we defeated trolls and tribes together, and now you will defend them for me, right? ”

"I can!" Jiang Zheng looked at the thousands of undead around him, knowing that with his own strength, he couldn't fight at all, he was not a legend after all.

But he knew better that the Ash Army was already approaching, the divine flames in the distance were as bright as the sun, and Fenna had seen him!

He is willing to be the strongest backing of that strong woman, but many times, it is that woman who stands behind him, supports and guards him.

"This sword is yours!" Salorian thrust Queldra hard into the ground, then took out a bottle of holy water from his bosom and placed it next to Queldra: "This is the last bottle!" When I die, pour it on me! I don't want to be resurrected as an undead! I will never extend the butcher's knife to my own people, even if my soul is gone by then and my body is controlled by someone else! ”

"I will." Jiang Zai's expression was solemn, and he had always maintained enough respect for a true warrior: "As for the Holy Sword Queldra, I will also find a true master for it!" ”

"May the stars protect you, heir to Soladin the Great! I'm sorry I can't protect you anymore, my friend. It is an honour for me to join hands with you to defend your homeland and your people. My soul is returning to the stars. ”

Salorian's eyes gradually drifted, and he fell to the ground, looking at the starry sky that finally appeared after Naxxramas drifted away, and his voice became smaller and smaller: "Anaralah, Anaralah Belore, Queldore, Schndu Fallah Na....In the name of light, in the name of daylight, High Elves, the enemy is about to break through the defenses......"

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