Lotherma Theron glanced at Adjutant Haduron and Sangunar. They nodded knowingly. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info everything is ready. He wanted to do it now, but the sense of honor stopped her. No one will sing the praises of the Ranger General Lotherma Theron for his despicable ways to protect the country. If Kang is here to kill these pig-like teammates first, what meanness? Only the victors talk about meanness, and the losers are always mean.

"For Quel'Thalas," he whispered with bated breath, then stood up.

"You're not welcome here!"

He shouted, loud and powerful.

Arthas dropped his mount—and Lotherma Theron could not help but feel some sympathy for the poor beast—and turned to look at her. The necromancers quieted down and looked at their master, waiting for his instructions.

"I'm Lotherma Theron, the Ranger Commander of Silvermoon City. I suggest that you withdraw your troops immediately. ”

Arthas curled the corners of his mouth—he noticed that his lips were bloodless, gray, and pale, though he knew he was still alive—and he smiled back, as if amused.

"It's you who should retreat, Lotherma Theron," he deliberately ignored his title. The prince's voice would have been a pleasant baritone, if it weren't for the ...... Something, something that made her heart stop beating as soon as she heard it, and he forced himself not to tremble.

"Death has come upon your land. Lotherma Theron? I admire you as a man, and I will never chase you if you retreat."

The Ranger General narrowed his blue eyes. "Then use your most despicable means," he defiantly said. "The Elven Gate is protected by our most powerful spells, and you don't want to enter."

He stretched out his bow and arrows - it was a signal to attack. In an instant, ten thousand arrows were fired in unison, and the air was filled with the sound of the swishing wind drawn by the feathered arrows. Lotherma Theron has set his sights on the human prince - perhaps once a human - and he has never missed an arrow. The arrows sang high and shot at Arthas's unprotected head. But the moment it stabbed its target, he saw a blue-white flash.

Lotherma Theron froze. Arthas swung his sword with unimaginable speed, and an icy blue flash of light flashed, and the feathered arrow was cut in half. He grinned and raised his middle finger.

"Prepare for battle, my soldiers - kill them all and let them serve me and my master!" Arthas shouted, a strange energy echoing in his voice. Lotherma Theron let out a low roar and took aim again. But Arthas was already in action, his dead horse dodging with unusual swiftness, when Lotherma Theron found his terrifying army on the offensive.

They swarm like swarms, and their actions are perfectly unified because of their brainless obedience. The elven archers followed the instructions in advance to kill the zombies first, and were using rockets to send the zombies. The first wave of shooting brought down almost all the cultists. The second wave was a myriad of rockets that plunged into the Walking Dead. Although they were staggered by the shots, whether they were dry and flammable, or rotten and damp, their numbers alone were enough to turn the tide.

They began to climb the high walls guarded by the rangers, which were made of dirt and stone, almost perpendicular to the ground. Thankfully, some of them were so rotten that they hadn't even climbed high enough to rip off their torsos and fall. But the fall doesn't stop them. They pressed forward, upward, and toward the rangers, who soon were unable to shoot arrows and had to enter into a white-knuckle fight. Admittedly, they are all well-trained fighters who can fight their opponents at close range, but only for opponents who will become sluggish due to excessive blood loss or injury. And in the face of these--

The dead men's hands reached out to Garcios, and their fingers turned into claws. The red-haired scouts fought valiantly with grim expressions, but as the enemy kept closing in and tightening the encirclement, Lotherma Theron felt a pang of pain as he watched his comrades fall at their feet.

Lotherma Theron was preoccupied with her duties, drawing arrows, shooting, drawing arrows, and shooting almost without thinking. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a strange winged creature, its gray skin as hard as stone, swooping down, less than ten yards from her. The monster screamed excitedly and stretched out its claws, grabbing Sangunar like picking an apple and capturing him into the air, its claws digging deep into his shoulders, blood spilling onto Lotherma Theron as it swept through the loot.

Sangunar struggled to get rid of the monster, his fingers fumbling for the dagger. Lotherma Theron immediately shifted her aim from the zombie below to the monster above, and fired an arrow at its neck.

The arrow grazed and did no damage. The monster wrung its head in rage, tired of playing with Sangunar. It raked the Ranger by the throat with one claw, throwing him away nonchalantly, then hovering back in search of new loot.

Lotherma Theron watched in pain as her friend's body fell lifelessly and smashed onto the corpse of the cultist who had been killed by the rangers not long ago. Immediately afterward, she could barely breathe.

The congregants are moving.

They still had arrows stuck in them, and some of them even had several arrows in their bodies, but they were still moving.

"No," Rothmar Theron whispered, feeling a wave of nausea, and he cast a frightened look at Arthas.

The prince looked at Lotherma Theron with a damn smile. One of his strong, armored hands held Frost Sorrow, the other lifted up in a summoning gesture, and in the blink of an eye, another slain ranger moved, struggling to his feet, pulling feathered arrows out of his eyes like thorns from his clothes. His attack didn't cost Alsace a single penny. Anyone who is killed will be resurrected by his dark magic. The Death Knight saw the epiphany and anger in his eyes, and his smile turned into a wild laugh.

"I tried to tell you," he shouted, his voice drowning out the noise of the battlefield. "But you still have to give me new recruits......

He beckoned again, and another corpse was pulled up spasmodically. The corpse was long and muscular, with long black hair tied back in a ponytail, tanned skin, and pointed ears. Blood was still flowing from the four claw marks on his throat, and his head shook irregularly, as if his neck was too injured to support its weight. A pair of eyes that were once as blue as a summer sky are now lifeless, and they are still searching for Lotherma Theron. Then, it began to slowly walk towards him.

Sangunar.

Suddenly, Lotherma Theron felt the door tremble slightly beneath him. He had been so preoccupied with the horrors of his comrades being slaughtered and manipulated that he hadn't noticed that the Death Knight's siege machine had been deployed. Ogre-sized monsters that appeared to be made up of different corpses, as well as giant spiders, also crashed into the gates.

Adjutant Haduron grabbed Lotherma Theron and said, "Boss, we must retreat. Otherwise we'll all die here."

Then something hit the wall, making a crackling sound that seemed to be soft. Lotherma Theron's heart refused to accept it for a while, but the facts were clearly laid out in front of him-

Arthas not only resurrected the fallen elves, but also threw their corpses - or mutilated - as cannonballs at Sylvanas.

Lotherma Theron swallowed hard, giving orders she hadn't dreamed of a while ago.

"Shindufallahna! Fall back! (To be continued.) )