Before they reached the tower, the elves discovered that the originally sweet air had been polluted by rancid stench. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 Info Archers riding dragon eagles hovered overhead. The gigantic golden-red creature pinned its serpentine head unhappily and tightened its grip on the reins. They also smelled the smell of death and rioted. These beautiful beasts have never been used in such a terrible battle. One of the riders signaled to Lotherma Theron, and he immediately replied.

"I've seen the undead," he told his men calmly. They nodded. "Ready, quick."

The rangers complied as quickly as well-oiled goblin machines. The Eagle Knight rushed south towards the attacking enemy. A squad of archers and melee soldiers also set off at the same time as the first line of defense. The best archers run up the spiral tower steps, while the rest are deployed at the bottom of the building. The preparation time was not long.

If he still had a glimmer of hope that the number of enemies would dwindle as he crossed the foothills of the river, now that hope was like an intact crystal smashed into stone. By this time he could already see the ugly vanguards: the massive abomination with the massive weapon in all three hands, the skeletons, and the carrion that followed closely behind. Stone-like monsters hovered over their heads like flies.

They're about to break through the defenses......

It's strange to think about this thing, Sylvana Slossema Theron thought with a hint of dark humor. At the time of this death, an old song echoed in his mind; A song that all of them High Elves love to sing, when the world was still beautiful, and they were not separated from each other, Aurelia, Sylvanas, in the twilight of dusk, they would sing this song.

Anar\'alah, anar'alahbelore, quel'dorei, shindufallahna....In the name of the light, in the name of the sun, the High Elves, the enemy is about to break through the defenses......

Lotherma Theron took a deep breath and shouted, "Attack! For Quel'Salas! ”

The enemy is unstoppable. In fact, he didn't expect to stop them. From the grim faces stained with blood around him, he could tell that the rangers under him knew as well as he did. His face was covered with beads of sweat, his muscles screaming from exhaustion, but Lotherma Theron was still fighting.

He kept firing arrows, and he was dizzyingly fast. As the swarms of zombies and monsters cross the firing range, the General throws off his bow and draws the head of the Elven sword, and he spins and thrusts, letting out a furious battle cry.

Another enemy fell, its head rolled down, crushed like a melon by its own feet. But then two monsters came up. Lotherma Theron still fights like a wild lynx in the Eversong Forest, turning grief and rage into strength. She had to pull as many enemies as she could before she died.

They're about to break through the defenses......

They're approaching, approaching, and the rancid stench is almost unbearable for her. Too much. Lotherma Theron did not stop, he was going to fight until he was completely destroyed by them, until—

The zombie suddenly stopped advancing and stepped aside to stand still. Lotherma Theron gasped and looked down at the knoll.

There he was, on horseback and waiting. He stared at her, letting the wind dance his long pale hair. The Ranger General straightened up and wiped the blood and sweat from his face. He used to be a paladin, but he has fallen into the devil's path.

Arthas saluted with the glowing Frost Sorrow. "I salute your bravery, Elf, but you have no way out." Oddly enough, his compliments sounded as if they were serious.

Lotherma Theron tried to swallow, but his mouth was dry. He gripped his weapon tighter. "Then I'll resist you here, executioner. Anar\'alahbelore, for the eternal sun. ”

His gray lips twitched. "As you wish, Ranger General."

He didn't even bother to dismount. The skeleton horse swooped down on her with a roar. Arthas holds the reins in his left hand and the greatsword in his right.

Lotherma Theron let out a whimper. He never cried out of fear or regret, and this brief hoarse whimper was due to anger, hatred, and righteous rage, and to his inability to stop the evil enemy, even if he had everything he had, and his life.

Sylvanas, my love, I'm coming.

He met the deadly blades head-on and tried to parry with his own weapons, but they shattered the moment they struck. Frost's sorrow pierced him. Cold, it was so cold, like an ice sword cutting into his body.

Arthas leaned over, and the two looked at each other. Lotherma Theron coughed up blood, blood splattered onto his pale face. Was it his hallucination? There was a hint of remorse on his still handsome face.

Arthas drew his sword back, and he fell, blood gushing out. The cold stone floor made him shiver, and the pain seemed to tear him apart. She subconsciously reached out to cover the wound on her abdomen in vain, as if she thought that she could stop the bleeding with her hands.

"Finish me off," Lotherma Theron said weakly. "I'm qualified...... Die happily. ”

He closed his eyes, and his voice became ethereal. "As you do, Ranger, the last thing I can give you is rest."

Fear was nailed into his body, but it felt only for a moment, and soon faded away with everything around him. Will he resurrect him and turn him into a waddling monster too?

"No," he murmured, as if coming from a distant place. "How do you ...... Dare to ......"

At the critical moment, a sharp arrow was fired at Arthas. Mixed with frozen magic. It is also mixed with silvery-white glitter.

"Block"

Arthas blocked the arrow with Frostmourn, splitting it in half.

"Who is it? Who is disturbing my ritual? ”

"Bang"

There was a burst of freezing, and it was clear that Arthas's resistance was high, and it didn't freeze him, but it slowed him down.

At this moment, Kang suddenly appeared, and he fled the scene with a flash spell from Lotherma Theron.

Arthas was furious when he saw his Death Knight disappear, and he looked up to the sky and roared, "Who is it? The one who stole me?! ”

"Sylvanas, I'm not dreaming, am I?" Lotherma Theron opened his eyes and saw that it wasn't Sylvanas who was in his eyelids?

Sylvanas said calmly, "Lotharma, you should thank Kang for saving you. ”

"Why? Why don't you let me die? Lotherma Theron said bitterly.

"Because your death is not worth it." Kang Dao: "You're just a coward, you want to atone for your brothers and those high elves, you buried them?" Do you still have the face to die? ”

Lotherma Theron couldn't speak for a long time, yes, if he had listened to this human mage and Sylvanas's arrangement, the rangers of Silvermoon City would not have suffered such a heavy loss.

"It's my fault, it's all my fault, woo~~~" Lotheron left tears of sadness. The only thing that doesn't exist in this world is regret pills, and although Lotherma Theron blames herself, it has happened. (To be continued.) )