The sky was gloomy and terrible, and heavy clouds piled up above the battlefield, like a large mass of cotton dyed black, shrouding the whole world in shadow.

As the shouts of the cold wind reached his ears more and more clearly, the young man could already see the golden city gate at the end of the avenue. Every ten seconds, a loud roar could be heard from the city gate, which was the miserable wail of the metal gate.

On the snow-colored city wall of about twenty meters, bloody warriors and grim-faced rangers form the last line of defense, and elven mages who have always thought themselves superhuman are also fighting on the front line of the enemy with their own arcane puppets. In this moment, all the High Elves, regardless of profession and faction, reunited into a powerful force.

But the enemy seemed to be even stronger, and in the young man's field of vision, a swarm of bat-like creatures like rocks filled the sky above the city walls. With sharp claws as steel, they flapped their wings up to two meters long and swooped down from the sky with a hissing roar, some tangled with the elven warriors, some grabbed the elven ranger or elven mage and flew high into the air, and threw it far beyond the city walls, where countless undead longed for the taste of blood.

Gargoyles? To be honest, it was the first time that Roland had seen such a strange creature, but if there was anything in his memory that could be related to the enemy in front of him, it was only the unique flying combat power of this Scourge Legion.

Gargoyles are said to be brand-new creatures made by necromancers who smash human souls alive into specially made stone models. Their souls are tormented and pained all the time, they have lost all their ability to think, they are not afraid of life and death, and they only rely on their fighting instincts to fulfill the Lich King's orders.

"Damn! It can't really be Arthas's war to destroy Silvermoon City, right? ”

Roland dodged a gargoylee that swooped down on him from the air, and slashed his opponent with a backhand. However, the sword seemed to be slashed against a solid stone, and the huge force of the shock almost caused the sword to fall out of his hand.

Sure enough, the strength is not enough! The young man cursed secretly in his heart, turned around and burrowed into the melee battlefield, and shook off the other party with the help of the agility characteristic of the High Elves. The gargoyle seemed to have chosen its target and didn't catch up.

Even a gargoylee is so violent, is this Heroic or Hell? Roland glanced back at the back, pressed the fire of spit in his heart, and quickly climbed the city wall, because he heard a familiar voice sounding in front of him.

"Break their shells and let these filthy creatures sleep forever!"

It was Sylvanas' voice. Sure enough, when he reached the top of the city, the familiar blonde ranger was in the same armor as before, directing the battle. She seems to be more mature than she used to be? Roland, who felt a little different, looked at the bottom of the city wall and couldn't help but take a cool breath.

There was an endless torrent of black, golden woods burning in flames, snow-white masonry scorched by the flames, and the broken banner of Quel'Salas fluttering tenaciously above the city. The stumps of the High Elves and War Horses in the barren grass stained the sea of gray-white bones, and the gloomy wind mixed with the heavy smell of blood held up hordes of ghosts to wreak havoc on the battlefield.

Far away in the southern sky, a terrifying giant undead spirit rushed north, purple necromantic flames rushing between the gray-black bones. As the dragon flew over the young elf's head, the purple flames dragged a long trail, the wind pressure making Roland's scalp tingle, and he seemed to hear a heart-piercing scream.

Bone Dragon! The cacophony evoked fear in the elves' hearts, and the breath of death followed. Once again, the gray-black skeletal dragon skipped over the city walls, endless frost gushing out of its mouth, and a dozen or so High Elves who bore the brunt of it were caught in the ice with frightened expressions.

This is followed by the signature move of dragon creatures - tail flicking! The hard bones swept through the High Elves fiercely, and the elves who were frozen into ice were torn apart the moment they touched it, turning them into shattered ice crystals. In addition to this, there were a large number of unlucky guys who couldn't dodge and were thrown out and fell into the sea of the dead below, without splashing a single wave.

In just one round, most of the defensive forces on the walls were emptied. Fortunately, Roland was not within the range of the attack, but was blown to the ground by the strong wind generated by the bone dragon's tail flicking, although he was dizzy, but he was not injured.

Lying on the cold ground, the young man finally came back to his senses a little: what about the legend of the high elves, what about those high-level mages, how come they all seem to be dead, being pressed and beaten by these undead, and being swept away in one fell swoop? Those guys aren't going to all go to the sunwell, are they?

With doubts in his heart, the young man looked in the direction where Sylvanas had been—a sturdy female ranger grappling with a knight shrouded in darkness. The two daggers seemed to be transformed into living creatures in Sylvanas's hands, and with her dexterous steps, they turned into two fluttering butterflies, revealing a killing intent at the same time.

The black-clad knight, on the other hand, was as steady as Mount Tai, allowing the other party to wander around him, just mechanically parrying and slashing. The strange thing is that he seems to be able to judge the route of the female ranger's attack every time, and after each successful parry, he swings an inky black sword wind, leaving deep marks on the floor tiles, and gradually shrinking the space where Sylvanas can roam.

That guy is Alsace? But didn't the prince use the sorrow of frost, what the hell is that "mallet" filled with black gas? Looking at this unbelievable scene, Roland was completely messy.

But the situation didn't allow him to think about it anymore, and Sylvanas, who had been unable to attack for a long time, was finally caught by the other party, leaving a half-meter-long mark fiercely. The female ranger was repulsed by the tremendous force of the sword's edge, and rolled on the ground to Roland's side.

It's not that he wants a hero to save the beauty and play handsome, but as a comrade-in-arms, or just to repay the other party's previous life-saving grace, the young man has no excuse to escape. What's more, even if he can run away or not, he has to say that just the boundless sea of undead under the city is enough.

If it was the first time he saw this guy, he would definitely not care about saving his life as the first priority. But after a period of experience in fighting together, the other party is no longer just a favorite character in the online games he played in his previous life, but also his comrades-in-arms, friends and benefactors.

At this moment, Roland, with the courage he had accumulated for two lifetimes, controlled his trembling legs, and stood firmly in front of the black knight. If I could use a third-person perspective, I think it would have been the most handsome moment of my life, if it weren't for the blood-stained leather armor and long messy hair.

The young man smiled self-deprecatingly in his heart, and shouted out what he thought was the most fashionable line so far: "You can't get by, undead!" ”

ps: I went to the express contract today, and the update was late, so I'm sorry here; Also, thank you for the tip from Sugatoo