Chapter 223 Hole Cards

"There is a situation, pay attention to vigilance!"

Behind the Sunwell's defense, a dozen staggering, stiff, bloodstained High Elves were retreating in the direction of the corridor leading to the Sunwell Temple.

At the entrance of the Temple of the Well of the Sun, a High Elf Ranger who was carefully observing the situation on the battlefield was suddenly stunned, and then turned around and shouted to his comrades who were waiting behind him.

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As the only way to enter the Sanctuary of the Well of the Sun, the High Elves set up the last line of defense behind the entire Sunwell defensive line, this small courtyard.

In order to protect this vital area, the High Elf King Anastria* Sunchaser was stunned to once again directly draw a mixed force of five squadrons from the already extremely tense army to be stationed here, and it was imperative to ensure that this place was safe.

The five squadrons, including commanders of all levels, are only just over 500 people. But although there are not many people, everyone in this army that has been given a heavy task is an absolute elite of the first rank, with the strength of the seventh order or above, and there are many of them even the small masters of the eighth order.

A squadron of Rangers, a squadron of Spellbreakers, a squadron of High Elf Assassins, a squadron of Light Priests, and a squadron of Battle Mages!

There are a lot of melee, ranged, spellcasters, and even a fifth-of-the-total healing force, which is also a unique high standard in the High Elf Kingdom. What's more, this time, the King of Anastria simply sent the Spellbreaker as an ordinary soldier of the royal guard to garrison this place, instead of guarding it by his side.

In front of the tight defensive line of the five squadrons, three huge machine guards with two old Tang towers have been kept active and wandering and patrolling - the pinnacle of the High Elves' fusion of arcane and mechanical, the Flame Blade Protector!

With sufficient energy supply, the Flame Blade Defender was able to exert its combat power no less than that of a ninth-order powerhouse in a narrow realm, and it was even more able to give full play to its advantages in the face of group attacks. Moreover, as mechanical creatures, they are undead without the negative emotions of fear, pain, or panic, and they can continue to fight at their peak until the enemy is completely annihilated or they themselves are destroyed......

They are the High Elves' most trusted guards.

The materials and manpower spent on making such a big guy can be called sky-high, and with the strong family foundation of the High Elf Kingdom for nearly 10,000 years, it is difficult to sustain it after only building more than 20 units. There are only fifteen of these powerful big guys in the entire defense line of the Well of the Sun, but there are three of them in this arrangement at the entrance of the temple, and they are all always active. You must know that in addition to the incredible cost of the Flame Blade Defender, the daily energy supply is also massive.

The amount of energy it takes to keep a Fireblade Defender running at full capacity for one day is enough to provide one base amount of energy for the ten magic cannons on the Silvermoon Oath, the flagship of the Sunsail fleet. In other words, the energy of activating a Flame Blade Defender is enough to make this first-class battleship full of firepower in a naval battle!

It is no exaggeration to say that if the energy of a Flame Blade Defender for a day is converted into gold coins, it can make a wealthy small and medium-sized merchant bankrupt in an instant......

With such a lineup and cost, Anastria has done its best to arrange the defense here.

The importance of the Well of the Sun to the High Elves is self-evident, and it is the source of spiritual sustenance and strength for almost all Queldore. The Scourge Legion's ambition to seize the Well of the Sun has been revealed, and in the face of the crisis, even if the Elven King personally leads half of the kingdom's troops to establish a defense line in front of the Well of the Sun, he still can't let the old king let go of his worries.

That's why there is this ** force that came out to guard the entrance to the Holy Land of the Well of the Sun, and their task is to prevent small-scale sneak attacks from natural disasters.

Now, the Scourge Legion's sneak attack... It's really coming!

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The Morientus* Tracer is a High Elf Ranger who has spent more than a thousand summers and winters, and is a member of the elite forces stationed in the Sanctuary of the Well of the Sun.

The battle of the Scourge Legion's raid on the defense line of the Well of the Sun has been fought for a day and a night, and the garrison of the Holy Land with heavy responsibilities has naturally been careful to keep an eye on the situation on the battlefield and take strict precautions against this area in order to prevent the sneak attack of the undead.

The sharp-eyed and detective Morientes was sent by the captain to the front of the passage leading to the temple to reconnoiter and keep guard.

In the distance, the walking dead of the Scourge Legion and the High Elven soldiers stationed in the defense line are fighting each other, and the seemingly critical situation makes the Elven Ranger faintly worried. At this moment, Morientes's sharp eyes, who were carefully probing the situation ahead, suddenly spotted the figures of more than a dozen robes who were seriously injured and evacuated.

This sudden change made the elf ranger's originally calm face full of astonishment and surprise for a while.

As the last line of defense in front of the Temple of the Well of the Sun, this is a heavily defended place that cannot be lost, and it will not allow idle people to enter and leave at will. Moreover, these people who were not lightly injured rushed to the direction of the temporary medical point set up before the war, why didn't these guys stay there to treat their injuries, but rushed to the forbidden area where they and others were stationed?

In Morientes' eyes, this sudden turn of events was strange from the inside out......

However, after a brief moment of surprise, Morientes pressed the doubt in his chest, and immediately emerged from the lurking place, turned around and shouted to his comrades behind him, loudly reminding him of this sudden change. And a pair of eyes as sharp as an eagle falcon carefully observed the dozen or so seriously injured robes that were running towards him.

"Barak?" Suddenly, Morientes' eyes froze, and a familiar figure came into view.

Barak Corona is Morientes' hair and friend, two childhood friends who have been fighting side by side for hundreds of years. And at this moment, the best friend of this elven ranger is also among the more than a dozen suspicious compatriots. Seeing the familiar figure, Morientes, who had slightly lowered his guard, was a little confused, and asked in an almost instinctive voice;

"Why are you here, what are you doing here?"

Seeing that his friend seemed to be seriously injured, the Elven Ranger had already put away his bow and arrows, and hurried to the crumbling elven warrior's side, steadily supporting Barak*Corona's scarred body. Morientes, who frowned, said in a worried voice: "Barak, hold on, I'll ask the priest to help you heal!" ”

Seeing that his friend was seriously injured and dying, and the rest of the dozen or so compatriots were also seriously injured, the crumbling Morientes almost did not hesitate to turn his head and rush to the defense line behind him, shouting:

"Come and help! Emergency! Priest! Priest! There are seriously wounded here! ”

Hearing the ranger's shout, more than a dozen High Elf warriors rushed out of the troops stationed in the Temple of the Well of the Sun, helping to support these compatriots who had suddenly retreated to their own defense area. Seeing that someone was helping, Morientes breathed a sigh of relief and thought of the strange behavior of these compatriots before, and couldn't help but ask his friend:

"Barak, what's wrong with you? Why didn't such a serious injury stop at the medical point in front of it, but retreat here? The elven ranger's face was suspicious, and the strange behavior of his friends and others made him feel a little strange in his heart.

"Little... Be careful, die... The undead stay away from me... Succubus... Fast... Quick Notification ...... Ahhh ”

The elven warrior, who had been silent before, suddenly struggled, and his look of madness and pain kept changing on the face of the seriously wounded man, and he said intermittently and indistinctly. By the end, the High Elf warrior had clenched his throat and screamed in pain.

The vague reminder of his friend made Morientes, who was already suspicious, feel alarmed but confused. However, in the next second, the ranger understood the meaning of his friend's words, and a force of hundreds of people had already crossed the corner and rushed in the direction of the Temple of the Well of the Sun. Rushing to the forefront were hundreds of monsters with hideous shapes and burly physiques!

Those monsters with sharp blades and covered in scale armor are clearly a group of dragonmen and dragon beasts!

Without the slightest hesitation, Morientes, who found out that the enemy had already entrusted his friend to another comrade who had rushed to help, and then quickly took out a Ming Di and placed it on the warbow.

"Whoosh!"

"Smack!"

With a terrible sound of breaking the air and a crisp and loud sound of martyrdom, an arrow shot into the sky and into the sky.

"Enemy attack! Prepare for battle...... In the tense situation, none of the High Elves noticed that the terrifying emerald green eyeball in the shadow in the corner of the corridor flickered with an undetectable dim light...... This medical point between the Sunwell defense line and the Sanctuary of the Sunwell is now like hell on earth. Thousands of corpses lay on top of each other and spread all over the ground, from the High Elves to the Undead Scourge. The air was filled with the choking smell of blood and a disgusting stench.

"How's the plan going?"

A gloomy and hoarse voice sounded, and the High Elf traitor Darkan looked at the towering spire of the Temple of the Well of the Sun, which was still shining brightly in the night, and asked in a deep voice as he looked at the towering spire that still shone brightly in the temple of the Well of the Sun.

At Darkan's side, a rotten dragonman spellcaster stopped casting the spell and nodded at the pale-skinned Darkan, replying in a strangely accented lingua franca:

"The bait has been thrown, and the other party has bitten." The undead drake caster, who was suspected of being a warlock, paused for a moment, thought for a moment, and then added, "According to the information from the Eye of Kirrog, the elves are not aware of the decoy, and our troops are storming the enemy's defenses. ”

"Good!"

Seemingly satisfied with the undead dragon beast's answer, a cruel smile appeared on the gloomy face of Darkan, and he commanded in a gloomy tone: "Let the Crypt Demon sneak underground, and wait for my order to be ready to sneak attack at any time!" ”

Looking back at the dozens of elite ghoul guards behind him, Darkan chanted a few incantations softly, spreading a cloud of magic with a flickering evil halo on the High Elf corpses piled up on the ground behind him, and after a while, the corpses all over the ground began to wriggle, and hundreds of corpses rose one after another among the nearly a thousand corpses to evolve into new undead creatures.

It's a pity that Darkan is a far cry from Alsace, who is holding frost sorrows.

His spiritualism can't do it to transform all these well-preserved corpses into undead, not to mention, those walking dead who were transformed by him are far inferior to the elites transformed by Arthas in terms of sanity, rank and strength, and most of them are cannon fodder troops such as brainless zombies and skeletons. Not to mention rare classes like necromancers, even ghouls are pitifully few......

Glancing hatefully at his masterpiece, Darkan thoughtfully touched the exquisite and ornate urn that was tightly tied to his waist, and roared angrily in his heart like a wounded beast;

"Strength! Great power! As long as I can monopolize the energy of the Well of the Sun, I am the strongest! All will be prostrate at my feet! I am the king of the world! ”

Finally suppressing the boundless greed in his heart, Darkan exhaled deeply, pointed his arm in the direction of the temple, and said with a grim face:

"Let's go...... Profiteer, what the hell are you doing! Why don't you hurry up and detonate the bomb? ”

A hammer flew an elite abomination, and the fighting old Tang couldn't help but roar angrily at the goblin profiteer who was hiding behind him and the brute horns, and didn't know what he was messing with!

Old Tang, who was at the forefront of the cavalry troops, was like a sharp knife, fiercely inserting into the dense natural disaster army in front of him. With the wielding of Old Tang's twin hammers like the wind, the Scourge Undead within the radius were either smashed into meatloaf by Old Tang's great force, or were electrocuted into charcoal or turned into ashes by the lightning and holy light power that burst from the two war hammers.

"Wait! It's not the best time to detonate, big guy, you have to trust the professionals! ”

Old Tang's roar was like thunder, but the goblin profiteer who had cooperated with Old Tang for a few months had already figured out the temper of Old Tang, a "bull-headed man". In the heart of Coolant Black Gold, the big man of Old Tang is not only shrewd and not like a simple minotaur, but his burly and intimidating physique is not as tyrannical as it seems on the surface. In the face of Old Tang's repeated urging and shouting, the goblin death rider was still not in a hurry.

"Wait for your sister! Damn, if you wait any longer, Kaizi and his grandfather will have to lie down! ”

Seeing that the goblin profiteer looked confident, Old Tang couldn't help but scold his mother in his heart, and it took a long time to suppress his anger and not see this master who had nothing to do with him. After all, the goblin profiteer is a professional who grew up in bomb-bomb stacks, and is the only executor who executes the blasting plan, so when is the best time to detonate the bomb, it really depends on the arrangement of the goblin death rider who was the first to be convicted of the Lich King. Although Lao Tang was anxious, Lao Tang really didn't bother to do this brainless thing of a layman guiding an insider......

However, the nest fire in Old Tang's heart does not have to be deliberately covered up and suppressed. On the battlefield, Old Tang can vent his frustration and annoyance, because the most important thing on the battlefield is a target that can pour out negative feelings.

So the walking dead who blocked the path of the old Tang and the cavalry troops...... Bad luck!

Lifting weights like a light to control the double hammer, Old Tang's offensive became more and more violent and difficult to resist. But all the walking corpses that hinder Lao Tang will be crushed with one blow, regardless of the type of troops or rank!

For a while, with the bravery of Lao Tang, the undead troops were forced to cut a gap by Lao Tang's double hammers, and the reinforcements led by the Kodo beast cavalry also tried their best to kill the enemy one by one, and forcibly broke through along this opening, and opened a killing ring.

It's a pity that although the impact power of the heavy Kodo beast cavalry is unparalleled in the world, the impact power of the cavalry unit was basically consumed by the seemingly endless and endless walking dead in the previous rush stage. In the face of the undead reinforcements like the tide, it was difficult to penetrate for a while, and the cavalry troops advanced as slowly as a turtle.

Even if the current strength of Lao Tang is outstanding, before the overwhelming sea of undead, Lao Tang's strength alone is limited after all. After all, Old Tang is not a heroic spellcaster like the Elven Prince, and in the words of the game in his previous life, Old Tang lacks strong AOE means. No matter how brave the warrior of Lao Tang is, it is difficult to clear out these obstructive undead in front of him in pieces, let alone carve out a wide enough path for the cavalry troops in a short time to accelerate the charge and gallop freely!

Just when Old Tang was wantonly slaying the undead natural disaster, the frost dragon that appeared from the sky before suddenly turned back and swooped in the direction of the cavalry troops. And when Lao Tang found out the clue and looked at this frost dragon carefully, Rao is old Tang is two people and well-informed, and he couldn't help but be stunned by the "chic" shape of this frost dragon......

"Damn! What the hell is this? What about the Nima Ice Faucet? Why are those three dragon-shaped heads tied around their necks so small? Are you a Chimera? Old Don couldn't help but wail for Arthas's bad taste and aesthetics, and the original hideous and powerful Frost Dragon was transformed into an ugly skeleton mass by him.

Seeing this, Old Tang had already solved his doubts about the origin of this frost dragon. This is definitely not the genuine Frost Dragon brought back from the Tomb of the Blue Dragon in the Arctic, it is simply a deformed version of the corpse left by the previous Eternal Dragon!

If Old Tang guessed correctly, the three small heads on the slender and frosty neck of the ice dragon that were extremely asymmetrical to the body were probably a substitute for Arthas's reluctance to directly transform the head of the dragon man and dragon beast......

This frost dragon didn't care about Old Tang's complaints, and in a moment, it had already swooped down not far in front of Old Tang, and was sweeping towards Old Tang and the soldiers of the cavalry unit at a low altitude......

And just when Old Tang was about to make a move to kill this defective product, the goblin profiteer who was following behind the brute horn finally determined that it was the best time to detonate the bomb!

Violently shattering the detonator with the runic power in his body, the raspy duck of the Goblin Death Rider shouted in a tone of almost unbridled fanaticism:

"Goblin products, shocking!"

"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!"

And the sound of explosions was deafening, and clusters of fire rose into the sky!

The array of walking corpses that stood in the way of the cavalry troops was shattered in an instant...... Q