In a way, thanks to the traitor, the mage named Dakhan Dresser, it was easy to get the key. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 infoOtherwise, Arthas would never have known the Key to March, a magic vessel that had been cut into three moon crystals, and Dak Khan had told him that the three parts were kept in different parts of Quel'Thalas, and were heavily guarded. Each Treasure Hall is built at the intersection of the Magic Trail and resembles a sunwell—Duck Khan seems to be a big fan of the Lich King. The Magic Trail is like the blood of the earth, except that it flows with magic instead of blood. As a result, an energy field was formed between the crystals known as Bandi Norrell - the guardian of the land.

All Arthas had to do was find the treasure in Alterus, Andalos, and Ann Ovien, and kill the guards to capture the Moon Crystal.

But these elves didn't just seem to be surprisingly beautiful, they were also unexpectedly tough enough to challenge him. Arthas pondered his sword on horseback why such a fragile-looking race could resist his army so bravely—now it can indeed be called an army—with thousands of soldiers, all of whom had already died once, and it would not be so easy for anyone to send them away once and for all.

Blowing up the bridge was a clever trick that cost Alsace a lot of valuable time. The river runs through Quel'Salas and connects the eastern foothills - they are no less difficult for chariots and siege engines than rivers.

Although it took a little time, in the end they crossed the river. But as he pondered the solution, he felt a faint sting in his heart that he couldn't explain. Annoyed, he banished the strange sensation and ordered some loyal soldiers to build a special bridge—one made of rotting flesh. Dozens of zombies waded in, lying directly in the river, layer after layer of corpses piled up until meat grinders, ballistas, and stone throwers could barely get through. Of course, some of these bodies were broken and could not be stitched together as a result, and could no longer be used. For them, Arthas slowly and gently, almost gently, unraveled his grip, giving them true death. On top of that, these corpses can pollute the river water, making them an additional weapon.

Of course, he could easily cross the river himself. Invincible jumped into the water without hesitation, and at this moment, Arthas suddenly remembered the tragic leap of that winter, and Invincible was absolutely obedient to his master's will as he was at this time, but because of this, he stumbled and fell on the frozen rock. The memories came unexpectedly, and they pressed down so hard that he couldn't breathe for a while due to pain and self-blame.

But it feels like it comes and goes quickly. Now everything is fine. He is no longer the child tormented by guilt and shame to the point of a nervous breakdown, crying in the snow and piercing his best friend's heart with his sword. No, Invincible is no longer the normal animal that gets hurt. Now they are all much stronger than before. The strong and invincible will live forever in the world, serving the master as always. He will never be hungry or thirsty, nor will he be painful, nor will he be tired. And he, Arthas, will be able to do whatever he wants. No more of the silent opposition of his father, no more of Uther's pedantic rebuke, no more of Gianna's suspicious glances...... Her frowning expression was familiar and kind—

Jaina......

He shook his head violently. Gianna would have had the opportunity to be with him, but she herself was unwilling. She had sworn never to reject him, but she did it anyway. He doesn't owe her. Now he only follows the Lich King's instructions. The thought calmed Arthas, and he smiled and patted the necromancer's protruding vertebrae, which shook its head in response. It must have been the beautiful and stubborn Ranger General who caused him unease, and even - if only for a moment - made him wonder if he was on the right path. She didn't have a chance. Arthas had only one purpose on his trip, and he had no intention of sweeping up Quel'Salas or exterminating its inhabitants. As long as they don't get in the way, he can do it without committing a crime. It was the poisonous tongue and provocations of this elven woman that brought the end to her people, not him.

The river seeped through the cracks in his armor, soaking through the soft armor and shirt he wore under the metal armor, wet and cold, but Arthas felt nothing. After a while, Undefeated rushed forward and jumped onto the opposite shore. At the same time, the last meat grinder rumbled across the river, and those of the bridge-building corpses quickly climbed up, and the rest lay in place, the once crystal clear water flowing over them.

"Forward !!"

The Death Knight gives the order.

The rangers retreated to Sunny Breeze Village. After the shock, the villagers did everything they could to help them, from caring for the wounded to providing all the weapons. Lotherma Theron ordered those who could not fight to retreat to Silvermoon as soon as possible.

A female elf nodded and ran up the stairs, "Don't bring anything," said Lotherma Theron. "But our upstairs room—"

Lotherma Theron spun around, eyes fiery. "You still don't understand? The undead are about to catch up with us! They don't get tired, they don't slow down, and they join them as soon as someone dies! We have delayed them for a while, but we cannot delay them any longer. Take your family with you! ”

The elf looked taken aback by the Ranger General's reaction, but he complied, taking only a moment to gather his family and fleeing along the road to the capital.

The river can't stop Alsace for long. Lotherma Theron scanned all the wounded. None of them could stay here, but should retreat to Silvermoon City. As for those who could still stand up, even though there were few of them, he had to ask them to pay more, probably everything they had. Like him, they swore to defend the people. Now the time has come to keep the promise.

There was a tall tower between Ellandar and Silvermoon City, not far from here, and Lotherma Theron knew that Arthas would find a way to overcome the obstacles and continue to march on the ground, continuing to cut purple-black scars into the earth. The Tower would be a good defensive stronghold. The ramp there is very narrow, which can stop the undead from attacking in droves like before, delivering devastating blows. And to get to that building, one had to go through many completely exposed steps, and he and the archers could do considerable damage until they-

Lotherma Theron, the Ranger Commander of Silvermoon City, took a deep breath to calm himself down, took a large sip of water, and then stood up and put the uninjured elves and the walking wounded in place for what would undoubtedly be their final battle.

They were almost late. (To be continued.) )