The remainder - very few who survived to continue the battle under his command - immediately obeyed, carrying the wounded on their backs, their pale faces covered with sweat, and looking as frightened as he was. Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info they're running away. There is no other word to replace it. This is not an orderly tactical retreat, but a complete defeat. Sylvanas carried the wounded as far as she could, running wildly at the end of the line, her mind racing.

From behind him came the once unimaginable sound of the gate shattering, accompanied by the victorious howl of the army of the dead. Her heart seemed to be shattered in a sharp pain.

He succeeded - but how? How?

Arthas's voice was loud and powerful, with an aura of darkness and terror, overshadowing the noise, "The elven gates are open!" Onward, my warriors! Towards victory! ”

What terrified Lotheron the most was the ...... contained in this excited and smug roar A certain love and contagion.

Lotherma Theron asked his lieutenant, Haduron, "Where are we withdrawing?" ＂

Adjutant Haduron said, "I heard that Sylvanas has formed a resistance front on the platform of the Sunwell, where we retreat to join her, so that we can fend off them with the magic of the Sunwell."

Lotherma Theron nodded, "Okay, let's retreat to the Sunwell!! ＂

They sped north, and after the large force had crossed the bridge, she suddenly stopped, and quickly turned to look behind.

Lotherma Theron gasped.

As he expected, Arthas and his army of darkness caught up. It's a horrible spectacle: zombies, abominations, flying bat-like things, strange spider-like creatures—thousands, unstoppable. But what she didn't expect was that they would also have an impact on the land she had stepped on.

Like the saliva left by a slug, and like a furrow cut by a rake, the land trampled by the undead became dark and barren. Even more terrifying, Lotherma Theron remembered the scorched black forest left behind by the orcs, and he knew that they would be reborn one day, but this one in front of him was a terrifying black mark of death, as if the evil energy used to drive the corpses was also killing the land they walked on. It's poison, it's poison, it's the dirtiest and ugliest form of dark magic. It must be stopped.

Although he only stopped for a short moment, he felt as if he had been frozen for the rest of his life.

"Stop! ＂

Lotherma Theron shouted, loud and forceful, and unusually decisive. "We're stationed here."

The elves were slightly confused, but soon understood. He quickly issued instructions, and the soldiers immediately complied. Many people were stunned when they first saw the painful scars on the ground, but they recovered quickly. There will be time to heal the shattered earth. Now, they must stop this abominable scar from growing.

The stench arrived before the Damned Army, but Lotherma Theron and his rangers were used to it. It will no longer break their courage as it did before. The Ranger General stood tall on the bridge, his black cloak sliding slightly, revealing strands of bright blonde hair. The necromantic army slowed to a halt, bewildered by what was in front of them. Ugly chariots, ballistas, and stone throwers also rumbled to a halt. The skeleton horse neighed, and Arthas reached out and gently stroked the mount's bone neck as if it were still a living horse. The monster responded to its master's reassurance, and the twisted scene made Lotherma Theron shudder and shiver.

"Oh my God,"

Alsace said, with even a hint of enthusiasm in his quipping tone. "This isn't the great elven gate that has long admired the great name."

Lotherma Theron forced herself to sneer back. "No, it's not quite the same. But you'll still find it a challenge. ”

"It's just a bridge, my lady. But then again, elves always like to put paper manes on their cats and dress them as lions. ”

Lotherma Theron stared at his army, anger tearing through the pretentious reserve.

"You win a gate, executioner, but you don't want to win a second. The inner door of Silvermoon City can only be opened by a special key, but you will never get it! ”

Lotherma Theron nodded to his companions, and they immediately crossed the bridge to join the defenders on the other side of the river.

Arthas's amusement vanished, his pale eyes shining with cold light, and his armored hand clenched the rune sword, the runes on its body rumbling. "You're wasting your time, Ranger. Destiny is indisputable, although it's interesting to watch you toss and turn. ”

This time Lotherma Theron laughed heartily, and an angry and contented voice burst out from the depths of his soul: "You think I'm going to run away? Looks like you've never fought an elf before. ”

Sylvanas, who was far away on the platform of the sunwell, could already smell the foul stench coming from the air. Kang, who is also sensitive, also smells this stinking wind. In Richard's version, it was Sylvanas who formed an army to resist the army of the undead in Arthas. However, this time, due to Dakhan Dahir's early departure, Sylvanas lost his position as commander.

It's a good thing, if Sylvanas defends it, she will definitely resist to the death and become a banshee. This time Dakhan Dahir helped him. Is it gratitude or anger?

In fact, Kang's original plan was to hope that Sylvanas would form a High Elf defense line and use the magical walls of Silvermoon City to resist Arthas, although the ultimate goal was to save Sylvanas, at least it would not be as miserable as today. It's a pity that the pretentious High Elves don't listen to persuasion.

"Ciel, I've told Lothema Theron's adjutant Haduron that he can only defend and not go out of the city to meet him, and even if he is defeated, he must retreat here immediately. Forming the last line of defense." Kang looked at the bridge, waiting for the High Elves to withdraw from Silvermoon City, and then destroy the bridge, so that Arthas would not even think of stepping into the sunwell even if he could dive.

Apparently he overestimated his own wisdom, yes, it is in man to plan things, and it is in heaven to make things happen. Cuong didn't expect to be so kind of to be able to stand alone against Arthas's undead army on the other side of the bridge.

Adjutant Haduron advised, "Boss, let's get out of here. It can't be delayed any longer, the brothers are already dead and wounded too much."

But Lotharma Theron did not listen, and said, "Haduron, you go and tell Sylvanas, that I, Lotharma, will buy her one last time to form a front against the undead."

Lotherma Theron shouted. "Go to the Sunwell Platform. Tell them everything we see. Tell them – get ready. ”

A look of disappointment flashed across Adjutant Hadurun's handsome face, but he nodded understandingly. Lotherma Theron hesitated.

"General?"

"Tell them - we may have been betrayed."

Adjutant Hadurun's face turned pale, but he nodded and sped away like an arrow from a string. He was a good archer, but Lotheron had no illusions that an extra bow would make a difference in the upcoming battle. But once the mages who controlled and channeled the energy of the Sunwell knew what they were facing, it was different.

Something, he thought to himself, was pleasantly simple. Lotherma Theron raised her hand and threw a very useful detonating device that had nothing to do with magic, and then ran to the other side as the bridge exploded. The trees took them in kindly, hiding them from under the noses of their enemies with their golden and silver foliage. Before he could leave his hearing range, he couldn't stop laughing at the sound of voices coming from behind him.

"Damn Ranger !!!"

Yes. Annoys you. Keep harassing you like a sparrow against an eagle. There's also the Elendall Cliffs and the Eternal Song Forest, where you'll soon find that your weird engineering machines can't get past them. Lotherma Theron knew it was just stalling for time. But if you delay long enough, you may have enough time to deliver the message.

Lotherma Theron began to get nervous.

Arthas seems confident that he can defeat the magic of the Elven Gate. Before he breached the first gate, he seemed to know he could succeed. Admittedly, the defensive magic on the first door is not as good as that on the second. And as far as Rothmar Theron had seen, he seemed to have always been arrogant and contemptuous, but - could it be that he had just confessed Haduron's last words because of bitter doubts, and now the doubts began to stir in his heart again.

Could Arthas already know the key? (To be continued.) )