…… Chapter 163: The Fall of the Stars (3)

"The whole army is attacking - not a single grass will be left!"

Death Knight Arthas's voice was as cold as ice and echoed across the battlefield.

"Kill them all and let them serve me and my master!"

Arthas, sitting on the back of the invincible, narrowed his eyes and watched with interest at the futile resistance of the elves on the other side of the river, as if enjoying and anticipating the fear and despair that was about to appear on the elves' faces.

It's like the marks of a bullet; Like a furrow from a ploughshare. Where the army of the undead trodden, the land was charred and barren. Worse is yet to come. Sylvanas remembered the forests burned by the orcs and knew that nature would eventually bring them back to life. And this ...... It was a terrible death mark, and the evil forces that drove the corpses forward also killed the lands they passed.

Poison, they're like poison, it's the dirtiest form of black magic.

This must be stopped

But the archery he was proud of was easily defused by his opponent!

Looking at Arthas's mocking eyes, Sylvanas let out an exasperated growl from her throat and bent her bow again. But Arthas had galloped and the horses of death were unusually fast, and Sylvanas realized that his army of terror was on the attack.

Countless undead scourges swarmed toward her ranger troops, thoughtless neat movements reminiscent of a swarm of insects. The archers have been instructed to kill the living first, and then use the arrows with fire to deal with the dead. The first salvo killed almost all of the Cultists of the Damned, and then the second round of flaming arrows landed in the horde of zombies. Some of the corpses of the arrows were dried and flammable, while others were rotting and damp, and the damage to the undead from the rockets was still minimal!

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

……

A loud bang came from across the river!

With the roar of the explosion, the severed arms and stumps of the undead began to scatter, and the explosive traps arranged by the rangers began to take hold! But the absolute numerical superiority of the Scourge Undead began to turn the tide of the war, even if the explosion traps had spread across the river, and even if the rangers' arrows still rained the sky, this sacrifice was nothing compared to the total strength of the Scourge Legion......

More and more of the walking dead rushed to the not-so-spacious bridge over the River Ironda. A rancid body is like a crowded canned sardine, not the unlucky ones who have been squeezed under the bridge by their "companions" and carried away by the raging river......

But the undead scourge was unaware, and still launched a mindless charge against the high elves on the other side of the river. Before you know it, the long wooden bridge is already full of those ugly, evil, disgusting walking dead.

Suddenly, "Her Majesty the Queen" turned around and shouted an order at the rangers who were still firing at them: "Retreat!" All have withdrawn to the second line of defense! ”

Receiving the commander's order, the rangers fired their sharp arrows at the enemy on the other side of the river, and then almost instantly turned around and burrowed into the dense woodland behind them, and quickly rushed towards the already established defensive line. There, there were traps they had set up, there were shelters they had set up temporarily, and there were more than a thousand brave and fearless warriors......

"Her Majesty the Queen" did not rush to retreat, and glared fiercely at the haughty and playful figure on the other side of the river, and Sylvanas* Windranger suddenly smiled evilly, and said loudly to Arthas, who was on horseback:

"A greeting for you, butcher!"

Her Majesty pulled a crystal from the backpack around her waist, and the rest was simple - Sylvanas raised her hand and slammed the completely magic-free but effective arson device into the ground.

In the next second, at the same time as the crystal shattered, a loud bang rose into the sky! The only wooden bridge over the Edarren River instantly turned into a huge fireball, and the undead scourge that crowded the bridge deck was either swallowed by the flames, tossed away by the blast of air, or thrown into meat sauce, or swept away by the raging river......

In this moment, hundreds of walking corpses were reduced to nothing. The most important thing is that the only path connecting the two banks of the Aydarren River was completely destroyed!

The River Ellunda has split the Forest of Eternal Song and the Wraith in two, and the progress of the Undead Scourge has been temporarily stopped!

Her Majesty the Queen and the Ranger troop bought precious time for the retreating team!

At the same time as the bridge exploded, the "Queen Xià" turned around and fled backwards. The woods welcomed her, bending down with golden branches and silver leaves to conceal the Ranger Lord's whereabouts. Before she could run far enough, she heard a cacophony from behind her, and couldn't help but grin heartily.

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Looking at the figure of Sylvanas* Windranger hiding in the trees, and at the army of the dead who were hovering in front of the raging river, the death knight Arthas's eyes gradually became cold, and he said with a frosty voice, and there seemed to be a strong smell of blood in his cold voice.

"This Ranger woman is starting to bore me."

Arthas no longer pretended to be humorous, and his gray eyes shone brightly. His armor-clad hand gripped the runic sword that sounded softly and was eager to drink blood.

"You're wasting your time, woman! You can't escape! ”

"But I'll admit, it's funny to watch you run away...... The pointy-eared elves who stood in the way had fled far away in the jungle across the river after blowing up the only bridge in their path. And at this moment, the Death Knight is no longer the relaxed face he had at the beginning.

Arthas rode over the "invincible", his fingers caressing Frost's sorrow, and pondered a ridiculous question: how could such a seemingly weak race dare to resist his army, an army that had already died once, and therefore would be even more difficult to kill completely!

Now the proud prince is full of frost and rage - those elves who don't know whether to live or die dare to challenge him!

Death will come upon this kingdom once and for all, and those who dare to offend his majesty - must die!

The Ranger General did waste Arthas's precious time by blowing up the bridge. The river stretches across the entire Quel'Salas and into the hills to the east. However, for his warplanes, mountains are as difficult to cross as rivers.

However, although it took some time, the Undead Scourge eventually crossed the raging Eldaren River.

As the Death Knight pondered a solution, an indescribable tingling sensation rose in the depths of his mind. The Frost Sorrow in the hands of the Lich King Tong Guò gave him the latest orders and made a choice for him......

He suppressed the strange feeling in anguish, and ordered his loyal and reliable soldiers to build a bridge of their own—a bridge made of their rotting flesh!

Hundreds of undead soldiers jumped into the river without hesitation and sank into the water, and with the help of the abominable bodies of dozens of large men, they built up layer upon layer of countless corpses until a flesh-paved path came into view, until the meat grinders, catapults, and stone throwers could barely get through.

Naturally, in this way, the corpses of a large number of undead were too badly damaged to continue to be used. So Arthas "graciously" granted them a true death. But will the Undead Scourge be short of troops? Joke! And in this way, their corpses will also pollute the water, becoming another lethal weapon of natural disasters!

Of course, Arthas, the Death Knight, will be able to cross the river on his own!

Gently tapping the whip on the buttocks of the skeleton war horse, the "invincible" wine jumped into the river without hesitation, and almost instantly formed a layer of frost path under the feet of the "invincible", and the turbulent river seemed to be cut off. Alsace suddenly remembered that in the middle of winter that year, the horse was also absolutely obedient to the will of his master, slipped and fell on the icy rocks while jumping in the air, and in order to end the pain of his beloved horse, the stylish and young self personally sent "Invincible" on the road......

Memories came like a tidal wave, leaving Arthas guilty and unable to breathe for a moment.

However, it feels fast and it goes quickly.

Now everything has changed a lot. He is no longer the poor child who broke down, blamed himself, sobbed in the snow, and stabbed his best friend in the heart with a sword! Invincibility is no longer just a vulnerable creature. They are all stronger, more powerful, and more unstoppable now!

Invincible will live forever, without knowing hunger, thirst, pain, and fatigue, and will serve his master faithfully as always. And Arthas, he will have his wish come true, no longer have to face his father's silent denial, no longer have to listen to Uther's rigid reprimands, no longer have to see Gianna's half-believing eyes, and see her familiar frown-Gianna......

Arthas shook his head violently, shaking off the guilt he felt about the shadow—Gianna had a chance to go with him! But she refused, even though she had sworn never to do so.

He didn't owe her anything!

Now he only obeys the Lich King's orders...... Arthas, the Death Knight, regained his composure, smiling and patting the jagged vertebrae of the undead horse, while "Invincible" shook his skull in reply.

There was no doubt that it was the beautiful and resolute Ranger General who made him uneasy, and even doubted for a moment the correctness of his own choice, his current actions. In order to protect his kingdom and protect his people, he will not be afraid to challenge any enemy, even giving his life!

But now this qiē is over!

Now I have no way back...... I've given too much......

Invincible has stepped over the ice and landed on the opposite shore. Meat grinders are rumbling over bridges of flesh, and the undead are hurrying to catch up with their masters.

The Death Knight gripped Frost Sorrow again, as if it would reinstate his somewhat restless heart! Looking back at the distant land, Arthas muttered to himself:

Quel'Salas...... Prepare to bear my wrath! ”

"The undead are unstoppable! The Scourge will bring you the madness of death...... In the dense trees of the Yongge Forest, the second line of defense built by the High Elves.

"Get into the line! Get ready for battle! ”

Sylvanas commanded in a loud voice, her voice clear and forceful.

"The Eldaren River can't stop the undead for long! We are here to resist and buy time for our compatriots! ”

"For Quel'Thalas! For the glory of the Well of the Sun! ”

Thousands of High Elf warriors shouted in unison and responded loudly! They are soldiers who defend their homeland, no matter how strong, terrible, and unshakable the enemy may be......

They're all going to fight to the death!

*JM