…… Chapter 187: The Battle of Silver Moon City - Soldiers Coming to the City (1st Update)

The purple-black death scar, like an ugly scar, split the originally beautiful Quel'Salas in two!

Like the marks of a bullet, like a ditch carved out by a ploughshare, the land is charred and barren where the army of the dead has trodden.

Rancid, muddy, and barren!

And worse is yet to come.

Even in the forests that were once burned down by orcs and dragons, the magic of nature will eventually bring them back to life. And the traces of death...... It was a terrible black line of death, and the evil forces that drove the corpses forward to move also killed the lands they passed.

It's evil magic at its dirtiest!

"Poison!"

The Banshee King Sylvanas* Windranger's mind suddenly came to mind with such a word!

They are like the poison that seals the throat with blood, destroying every breath of life that passes along the way. And this ugly and evil passage of death continues to stretch forward......

The Scar of Death and the army of the dead he leads will make a beeline for their destination, the capital of the Kingdom of Quel'Thalas, the pride of Queldore, the City of Silvermoon, like the Sleeping Beauty!

A devastated land, a lifeless forest...... The dragon eagles that used to hover gracefully in the sky were torn to pieces by countless brutal gargoyles, and the nimble bobcats were surrounded by hundreds of undead natural disasters that eventually became food for the stomachs of these walking dead......

Of course, there are also those who were brutally murdered.

The corpses that were "still functional" were resurrected by the Death Knight and his psychics as brainless deformities, and became evil undead like their murderers; The flesh that was so broken that it was "worthless" became either a "reward" for the undead, or it was collected into a plague cart and used as a "cannonball" for siege......

Hatred grows wildly and undisguised in the ethereal and invisible soul body of Sylvanas* Windranger, like a living thing!

Bitter hatred and monstrous rage seem to burn Sylvanas and the seemingly endless scourge of the undead to ashes!

"Hate? Wrath? Arthas, who was sitting on the invincible body, looked down at the "Queen's Majesty" condescendingly, and the corners of his mouth were full of cruel and smug smiles, "Very well, it seems that you have gotten used to your new identity, Banshee!" ”

"Keep your grief and wrath, banshee! Let your pain and anger burn! "Arthas's cold, wicked laughter is creepy." This is the source of your strength! And your strength will help me! ”

Sylvanas's soul eye burned with a boiling soul fire, stubbornly and arrogantly staring at Arthas's evil and crazy figure without saying a word. What awaited her was the Death Knight's cruel and evil gaze and a crisp snap of his fingers......

With a gesture from Arthas, the "Queen's Majesty" felt like a beautiful and delicate thread-pulling doll floating beside the butcher and executioner.

Never an inch away from the left and right of the Death Knight, as if there was a thread between them that held them together. Her body had already been put away in a meat grinder, and God knows what the butcher Arthas was trying to do with it.

Arthas led his "subjects" on their relentless march towards Silvermoon, turning his head from time to time to observe her. As the army that had captured her moved forward, destroying the land along the way, she suddenly heard the voice clearly.

A grim smirk that was a hundred times crueler and more cruel than Arthas exploded in Sylvanas's mind!

Her Majesty the Queen, except for the disgusted and hateful frown, was not surprised or frightened, and seemed to have turned a blind eye to the voice that could invade her mind, and was accustomed to it.

Sylvanas, who became one of the undead, began to hear the whispers that kept coiling in her ears!

At first, Her Majesty thought it was a hallucination caused by this terrible new body that had caused her to go crazy. But it was obvious that even if she wanted to find an escape from her madness, it would be impossible. The voice in her head was faint at first, and she wasn't in the mood to listen closely.

But she soon understood whose voice it was—the true master of the Scourge of the Dead, and the mastermind behind this doom and calamity—the Lich King!

"You will serve in my glory, Sylvanas! You will toil in death and surrender in longing! Arthas is my favorite first knight, my most trusted commander, my ...... Capable assistant!. ”

"He will always command you, and you will find it enjoyable."

"Never! Don't you think! The stubborn and strong Sylvanas* Windranger gritted his teeth and said to the terrifying voice in his head. He controls my actions, but he cannot conquer my will! ”

The only thing that can answer "Her Majesty the Queen" is empty and cold laughter.

Arthas saw the Queen's soul body trembling slightly, and the Death Knight sneered in satisfaction.

When he first saw the proud elven woman in front of the gates of Quel'Thalas, the perfect place was fresh, pure, and unspoiled......

At that time, she despised herself!

As his minions slaughtered her men, turning them into lifeless puppets, replenishing his army, and finally piercing her chest with a ferocious sword from Frostmourn......

She hated herself then!

But compared to how she feels now, it's like a candle flame to the sun in the sky, and a whisper to a banshee's scream! The pain of the past is nothing!

Arthas's heart was filled with a sense of revenge, and with a gentle blow to the invincible horse's belly, the Death Knight rode forward and came to the forefront of the Scourge Legion.

Raising aloft the sorrow of frost, Arthas cried out:

"Speed up! My subjects! ”

"In the name of Frost's sorrow, at the beginning of the next day, I will see the faces of those stupid elves that crumble with fear!"

"And when night falls, you'll enjoy a grand feast in Silvermoon City and dine as much as you want!"

"Whew! Roar! ”

As if understanding Arthas's intentions, the overwhelming Walking Dead responded to their commander with a deafening roar!

In the next second, the Scourge rolled forward...... Three days went by in a flash.

Arthas and his army of kings have finally approached the jewel of Quel'Salas, Silvermoon!

Before the rotten army was seen, the disgusting stench was far away.

When the first rays of the morning sun fell on the rising "Anshe", a black and hideous "evil wave" appeared on the horizon in the distance, and it was endless and impossible to see at a glance!

In the sky are gargoyles like ugly bats, like black clouds covering the sky and the sun; On the ground are countless crazy roaring zombies, ghouls, rancid abominations, hideous crypt demons, overwhelming, boundless!

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Four hundred thousand!

400,000 walking corpses who are tired, painless, emotionless, and fearless, leaving only the desire to kill and eat, have arrived in the city, bringing great pressure and panic to the soldiers of the two clans!

Anxiety and despair have unconsciously grown wildly in the hearts of the allied soldiers on the city walls! Even the brave and fearless Minotaur warriors who have wrestled with the dragon army in a hundred battles can't help but chill in their hearts!

You must know that even in the battle of the three tribes in Kalimdor, the combined strength of the three tribes of the Minotaurs, Centaurs, and Boar People is only just equal to this suffocating number!

What's more, their enemies are still the formidable and desecrated legions of the dead! And many of those brainless and staggering corpses were former comrades-in-arms, relatives, friends, and lovers of the High Elf soldiers......

But this panic and anxiety didn't last long!

On the walls of Silvermoon City, tens of thousands of allied soldiers suddenly burst out with a burst of high fighting spirit and loud shouts!

A mighty, tall, powerful body and a slender, thin, handsome figure strode forward, standing at the forefront of the defense line!

Kael'thas * Sunchaser!

Goode * Titan Power * Terror Totem!

The Supreme Commander and Racial Leader of the Coalition of the Races! The scorching eyes of tens of thousands of warriors gathered on the two of Old Tang and the Elven Prince! And with the appearance of the two, the morale of the coalition soldiers who had fallen into depression because of the mighty power of the Scourge Legion suddenly rose again!

This is the power of a wise leader with high prestige among his people!

The High Elves believe that when their mighty Prince stands with them and fights side by side, Queldore is invincible!

And the Shuharu Warriors who wrestled with the dragon wrestling army also firmly believed that no matter what kind of adverse situation they faced, no matter who the enemy was in front of them, even if they were in a desperate situation, their bravery and good fighting, and the wise commander Grand Overseer Goode would lead them to win the final victory and reap the glory!

Old Don and Kael'thas stared into the distance expressionlessly, the overwhelming Scourge Legion like a surging tide, their faces grim and cold. An atmosphere of slaughter that rose to the sky seemed to infect the tens of thousands of allied troops of the two clans around it.

Whether it is the High Elf soldiers or the Minotaur warriors, they all hold the weapons in their hands tightly at this moment, their faces are resolute and fearless! This time, they were no longer as confused and anxious as they had shown before, their firm fighting confidence replaced the strong pressure brought to them by the enemy, and their high fighting spirit shattered the seeds of despair in their hearts and extinguished the flames of panic in their minds!

At this moment, the soldiers of the coalition army are fearless!

At this moment, they will fight to defend their homeland! At this moment they will fight against evil! At this moment, they will fight for the value and glory of life!

The Scourge Legion is coming to the city!

Coalition soldiers, be ready for battle!

A brutal and bloody battle is on the verge of breaking out!

*JM