At first, Sema Theron did her defense, after all, she could not offend the Presbyterian Church or neglect her brothers, and she could please Sylvanas herself as a goddess, but after two days, nothing happened. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

He was even more convinced of his point of view, that is, this named Kang was here to make trouble. As a result, the rangers have also returned to their territory.

It's not that Karthas didn't come, but slowly, his team has everything, pigs, sheep, etc., a huge army, a sea of people, but unfortunately the speed is slow. After all, the undead? Can't walk well. Everywhere he went, corpses were strewn across the field, and the grass was everywhere. It seems to remind me of what Mr. Lu Xun said: There is no road in the world, and it becomes a road when there are more people walking. Maybe this is the mark of death.

He was undoubtedly able to break in, and make his way through this magical eternal place to the Well of the Sun.

They capture a young priest who swears to fight to the death, but inadvertently reveals some important information. Alsace can be used cleverly. There was also a captive who, unlike the priest, willingly betrayed his people and his country for the sake of the promised power of Arthas and the Lich King.

Darkan. The Death Knight was surprised by the ease with which Draxiel had defected. Not only surprised, but also uneasy. Arthas was as beloved by his people as his father. He had always been happy to be praised by his subordinates, and he took the time to remember their names and get to know their families, and he wanted them to like him. And they did, and followed him as faithfully as Captain Farrick.

Arthas assumed that the elven leader also loved his subjects, and assumed that his subjects would be loyal to him. But this mage, Darkandrahir, betrayed his compatriots just for the lure of power, even if it was only a verbal promise. Mortals can be influenced, corrupted, and bought.

He glanced at his current army and smiled. Yes...... It's better that way. The soldiers he led knew nothing but obedience, and had no need to worry about their loyalty.

"It's true," the scout said breathlessly, "it's all true." ”

Silvermoon City's new Ranger General, Therma Theron knows the elf in front of him very well. Kalmar's intelligence has always been accurate and detailed. He listened, not wanting to believe it was true, knowing he couldn't believe it. Muttered, "Could it be that Sylvanas is telling the truth?" ”

True, all of them had long heard rumors of some kind of plague running rampant on human territory. But Quedore thought his land was safe. Over the centuries, he has survived dragon fire, orcs, and trolls. It is certain that the catastrophe of humanity will not affect him. Unless just in case.

"Are you sure it's Arthas Minethir, the prince?"

Karma nodded, still breathing. "Yes, General. I heard his men call him that. From what I have seen with my own eyes, the rumors about his killing of his father and the destruction of the country are not exaggerated at all. ”

Listening to this, Therma Theron's blue eyes widened, the scout's story was too fanciful and unbelievable. The corpses that got up, some of them had just died, some of them had been dried; a huge brainless mending monster cobbled together from various stumps; Strange flying creatures that look like living stone sculptures; There are also giant spider creatures, which remind her of the legendary Chira worm people, who are thought to be extinct, everything is so incredible. And the smell - Karma stopped talking, and he was not exaggerating at all - so to speak, so to speak, before the army arrived, the stench was the first to smell. The woods, the first barrier, had fallen under the eerie combat rigs brought by the Death Knight. Therma Theron recalls the red dragon that burned down the woods long ago. Of course, Silvermoon City withstood the blow, but the forest suffered terrible wounds, just like now......

"General,"

When Karma finished speaking, he looked up and looked at him in horror.

"If he attacks - I don't think we have enough troops to resist."

The painful conclusion infuriated him, and she needed to be angry.

"We are Queldore," he snapped, straightening up. "Our territory is impregnable, and he can't get in. Don't be afraid, he must first know how to break the magic that protects Quel'Thalas. Then he must also have the ability to break it. There have been enemies who are stronger and wiser than him who have tried to take possession of our territory. My friend, have faith in the power of the sunwell, and in the strong will of our people. ”

Karma was led down to drink and eat so that he could regain his strength before returning to his post. Meanwhile, Therma Theron turns to his rangers.

"I'm going to see this human prince for myself. Gather the vanguard. If Karma is right...... We've got to get ready for the first round of attacks. ”

Lotherma Theron crouched atop the great gates, which were embedded in the pass of the mountain ring as a natural barrier that surrounded the elven land. He was dressed in full comfortable leather armor and carried a bow on his back. The two scouts, Hildalis' lieutenants, Haduron and Sangunar, were the first to join him and a large group of archers here. At this moment, the Ranger General and the two scouts stared in fear ahead—as Karma had reminded, they had smelled the stench before they had seen the army.

Prince Arthas was riding on a skeletal horse, his eyes were like torches, and a great sword hung from his back, which he immediately recognized as a runic sword. Some humans dressed in black ran back and forth, busy carrying out his orders. It's the same with the dead. Lotherma Theron's gaze swept over the various carrions, struggling to hold back the gushing bile. Thankfully, the wind had changed direction, blowing the stench away from her.

He shook his finger and signaled, and the scouts nodded, silently retreating like shadows. Lotherma Theron turned her gaze back to Alsace. The Death Knight doesn't seem to notice anything. He looked like a human, just very pale, and his hair had turned white, and he remembered that he had been told that he had blonde hair. How could this human be able to stand to be in the company of dead corpses - they stinked and were strangely shaped.

He shuddered and ordered himself to concentrate. At this time, the obedient dead did nothing but stand and wait. And the living - necromancers, Rothmar Theron thought, a wave of hatred welling up in his heart - so busy creating new monsters that he didn't care about arranging a sentry. They didn't expect Ben to fail. A light enemy can become their mortal wound.

He waited and watched until the archers were in place. Taking into account Karma's reminders, he summoned two-thirds of the Ranger army. Although the elven gate that protected Quel'Thalas was magical, he was convinced that Arthas could not open it unless he had enough information about the elves, but that was not possible. But still...... He didn't believe in what he saw with his own eyes. It's best to clean up the threat now. (To be continued.) )