Chapter 225

The night was as bleak as snow.

The clash of blades, the roars of the undead, the wails of death, and the powerful roars fill the battlefield...... The battle for the Sanctuary of the Well of the Sun continues.

As the intensity of the fighting increased, so did the casualties on both sides.

How did the walking dead of the undead sneak attack troops rush forward one after another and are quickly killed, so the heavy losses are not mentioned for the time being. And despite the tacit cooperation of the High Elves and the reasonable combination of troops, even the strength is higher, under the impact of the catastrophe troops that are far superior to their own numbers, even with the blessing and rescue of the priest, casualties are frequent for a while.

The High Elf warriors fought to the death to protect the Holy Land from being desecrated, and the Undead Scourge also launched a violent offensive under the orders of the Lich King and Arthas, and both sides have done their best to fight for the Well of the Sun.

The battle has reached its climax, and the two sides of the battle maintain a delicate and fragile balance.

And this balance was finally broken after the implementation of the desperate plan set by Darkan at the beginning.

……

At the back of the temple guards, more than a dozen priests were trying their best to save the seriously wounded who were dying. Most of these wounded were the defending forces who were wounded in this battle and were saved from the sharp fangs of the Scourge in time, and the dozen or so High Elves who were chased by the Scourge sneak attack force at the beginning were also among them.

"Barack, hold on! It will only take a while, it will only take a moment to heal you! ”

The High Elf Ranger Morientes* Tracker held his friend's twitching body firmly and encouraged Barak Corona with an anxious expression. On the other side, a High Elf priestess was constantly soaking Light energy on the mortally wounded warrior of Barak Corona, trying to heal the fatal wound in his chest.

"Shhh

The High Elf warrior who was held down by his friend suddenly went crazy after the holy light energy entered his body, and let out a roar of pain or annoyance. Instead of being healed and purified by the Holy Light, the wounds that had been wounded by the Scourge of the Undead and were somewhat rotting and infected emitted a burning "clang" sound and a puff of imperceptible black smoke.

"Pastor! What's going on? Why don't Holy Light Healing spells work? Seeing that his friend seemed to be in more pain after the treatment, the Morientes* tracer began to anxiously question the priestess in charge of the treatment.

"I... I don't know, there seems to be a strong shadow energy in his body that is resisting the treatment of the Holy Light...... "The female priest's body and energy seem to be consumed, and after a long time of treatment without effect, the whole person is full of fatigue and fatigue, sweating all over her body, and she is a little panting to answer Morientes's inquiry.

Hearing the priestess's answer, Morientes couldn't help but frown. And at this moment, the ranger with keen perception suddenly felt an alarm in his heart, and sensed a strong danger signal. Without having time to think about it, Morientes almost instinctively pulled the priest and his friend by the body, ignoring the priestess's screams and Barak's cry of pain.

In the next second, something happened suddenly.

"Ahh

"Uh..."

"Whew!"

……

Suddenly, there were more than a dozen abrupt screams from the wounded all over the place, and Morientes carefully glanced at it and was horrified to find that more than a dozen priests had suddenly been attacked at that moment! And it wasn't the walking dead of the undead who attacked them, but a dozen of their kindred who were seriously injured and being treated!

Morientes' face was full of disbelief, and he suddenly felt that his mind was not enough, and he couldn't figure out why his own people would poison another group of people. But this problem did not stay with him for long......

"How... Belch! ”

Suddenly, Morientes' muttering was interrupted by a sudden pain...... Mixed * Mixed Novel Network/No Pop-up Advertising Full Text TXT Download Throat was sweet, and the elf ranger spat out a mouthful of blood, and the remaining blood stains dripped down the corners of his mouth on the Silver Moon City robe on his chest.

"Poof!" The Elven Ranger shook, his body stiffened in place, and a knife tip peeked out of his chest, and bright red blood slowly dripped from the tip of the knife. Morientes lowered his head in disbelief, staring at the tip of the knife on his chest with a blank expression, unable to speak, and the strength and energy in his body flowed like a lake with a pump...... Scold! The Sunfury Legion's dagger twisted in his chest, and was then pulled out of his body by the attacker behind him, severing the elven ranger's internal organs and stopping Morientus' final counterattack. The Elven Ranger fell to the ground, trying to half-prop himself up with both hands, but was kicked in the waist by the attacker, rolling on the ground several times before slumping on the wall on the side of the corridor.

Morientes, who was dying of life, tried his best to open his eyelids, which were as heavy as mountains, and struggled to raise his head to look at the attacker's face. But in the next second, the elven ranger's pupils dilated suddenly, and an incredibly cruel picture and an unexpected face appeared in front of Morientes's eyes:

With a broken neck, the priestess's bloodied head full of frightened countenance hung unnaturally on her shoulders, and her eyes full of resentment and hatred refused to blink, as if she was staring at the elven ranger who caused this tragedy. And the attacker next to the corpse of the priestess made the Elven Ranger feel dead and unbelievable......

"Ba... Barak, for... Why..."

Being betrayed by his best friend, this kind of pain is enough to make people crazy, but it only makes the corners of the dying Morientes smile bitterly. With his internal organs ruptured and almost cut off from life, he muttered with almost the last strength in his body, trying to answer the last and most important question in his life. And as his mouth and nose opened and closed, large strands of blood poured out of his mouth and nose. The thick blood seemed to be mixed with fragments of internal organs......

The attack on the priestess and the elven ranger was the two of them who had just tried their best to rescue the seemingly dying Balak Corona. And at this moment, how can he have the dying and seriously injured appearance he had before? Although there were many deep wounds on his body, and the flesh and blood were blurred from the rotting and infected wounds, the elven warrior's face lacked even a trace of expression, not to mention pain. Aside from stiffness and staggering, Barak*Corona's body is almost indistinguishable from normal......

"This damn world ......" The expressionless face of the "friend" made Morientes despair, and touched his nose and the elf ranger muttered self-deprecatingly.

Facing the almost desperate pleading gaze of the elven ranger Morientes, the elven warrior finally did not tell his "friend" the truth and answer of the matter, but silently stepped forward and raised his arm, the short sword in his hand flashed a bright light and pierced the elven ranger's mouth, stabbed his head in half, and then pulled out the short sword and stood up in the gloomy and gloomy eyes of Morientes, trembling and convulsing violently up and down......

In the next second, Barak*Corona's body fell to the ground, and a blue body overflowed from the corpses and floated above the three corpses - Banshee!

The battle-hardened elven ranger Morientes died of despair, pain, reluctance, and doubt, but his death was not unjust. How could he have known that Darkan, the traitor, had set up a plan before the war, and how could he have known that the body of his friend Barak Corona, who had been taken over by the banshees when they slaughtered the wounded at the medical point during the Scourge sneak attack, would have another cruel and resentful soul in his body......

At the beginning of the meeting, the elven warrior who met his old friend tried his best to briefly overwhelm the banshee's will, trying to inform his friend of the danger, but his words were interrupted by the sudden attack of the undead scourge, and in the end his reminder was misunderstood by Morientes...... From that moment on, the tragedy was inevitable......

The banshee, detached from the body of the elven warrior, did not pause, and quickly floated towards the priest troops stationed in the temple, where more than a dozen equally ethereal and ethereal soul bodies had gathered.

"Ahh

In the blink of an instant before the Holy Light spell that the priests fought back was released, a piercing wail rang out on the battlefield!

The heart-rending scream of sorrow instantly made the souls of those High Elf warriors who were in a state of spell casting tremble, and the spell that was being guided dissipated and disintegrated in an instant because the caster suffered a heavy mental blow, and the damage caused by the spell backlash made most of the High Elf casters bleed and fell to the ground in a slump of light. Even the High Elf warriors of other professions were not fatal under the attack of the banshee's wail, but they also had splitting headaches and chaotic qi and blood!

The desperate blow of just a dozen banshees instantly caused confusion in the originally tight formation and tacit cooperation of the temple defense forces. This long-planned sneak attack not only turned the tide of the battle completely and tilted the balance of victory in favor of the Scourge side, but more importantly, it abolished more than half of the combat power of the Priest Squadron and the Battle Mages!

And the second step of Darkan's plan of despair can also be used in advance after losing the biggest obstacle!

"Very well," Darkan smirked at the chaos in the rear of the Templar defenses and the damage inflicted on the priests, and gave a grim order after gesturing to the undead drake guards beside him, "Let the Abomination smash all the special plague barrels to the enemy's side...... I'm going to test my previous research! ”

Darkan's orders were quickly implemented and enforced.

Dozens of barrels of Darkan's Plague Source, specially configured exclusively for the High Elves, were tossed onto the heads of the guards by the abomination of a group of cameo catapults, accompanied by this brutal and bloody order!

"Bang bang!"

These plague barrels, which were either intercepted by the battle mages or exploded directly around the High Elf warriors, poured out puffs of dark green smoke, like smoke bombs, which instantly filled the front of the Well of the Sun Temple, including the warriors of the entire defense force.

The defenses, which had lost most of the priesthood in battle, had no time to disperse the plague of these qualities, and almost instantly, the dark green smoke was heard from the violent coughing of the High Elf warriors and the screams of their dying death. The High Elves who had inhaled the special plague clung to their throats, their blood-colored eyes bulging outward, and soon they began to foam at the mouth, staggering and slumping to the ground one after another. Violent convulsions began all over the body......

The walking dead of the undead seized the opportunity to plunge into the smoke of the plague, frantically slaughtering the powerless High Elf warriors, and even a large number of ghouls feasted directly on the battlefield, tearing and gnawing the soldiers who had not yet died sacrificed.

The screams and wails that make people's souls tremble and their spines numb are endless; A thick mixture of bloody and disgusting stench fills the battlefield as if it were hell on earth......

In a short period of time, the High Elf warriors who had resisted the Scourge Legion's sneak attack became powerless under the terrifying power of the plague, and were ruthlessly swept and strangled by the undead Scourge like wheat......

"Well, it looks like my research is pretty good!"

To the satisfaction of the devastation of the defense forces under the plague, the sinners of the High Elf kingdom seem to be indifferent to the miserable plight of their former compatriots. After the smoke of the plague completely dissipated and precipitated into a plague cloud on the ground, Darkan glanced at the dilapidated and bloody battlefield full of dry bones and remnants with satisfaction, couldn't help touching the urn hanging from his waist, squinted his eyes and said with a gloomy expression:

"Wait for me here! No one is allowed to enter without my orders! ”

With that, Darkan had taken a swift stride towards the High Elves' sanctuary, the Well of the Sun, the source of the arcane, and the place where his ever-expanding ambitions were on his mind day and night...... Dividing Lines in the Temple...... The inexhaustible energy of the Well of the Sun nourishes the High Elves and gives them mystical powers, making them the darlings of the arcane.

The High Elves have guarded this magical well for generations, and they can still feel its power even after leaving their native Quel'Salas. The High Elves, who have been bathed in the light of the Well of the Sun for thousands of years, have long regarded the Well of the Sun as the most precious and important gift of faith and life, and a sacred place that cannot be desecrated......

And today, this temple welcomed "two" real uninvited guests.

Passing through the elegant corridors and ornate palaces carved with carved eaves, Darkan finally reached the edge of the splendid pool, where the surging arcane energy rushed in like the tide of the sea, and the richness was almost visible.

Darkan took a deep breath and used his arcane energy to suppress the excitement and desire in the center with all his might. He longed to possess this great power alone, but Darkan, who had not yet been overwhelmed by greed, knew that something was in a hurry...... He must first complete the task given to him by Arthas - to defile the Well of the Sun!

Thinking of Arthas, even Darkan, who had become an undead, could already feel resentment and anger in his chest, which had long since stopped beating! That Death Knight actually killed him! After he did not hesitate to betray the kingdom and race to help the Scourge invade Quel'Thalas, he killed him in the name of a reward!

Darkan is not a man who knows how to move forward or retreat, he understands one thing deeply, he is powerless to take revenge on Arthas until he has enough power to fight the Lich King, and until he has power, he must continue to endure......

Holding back the humiliation and resentment in his heart, Darkan lifted the beautifully crafted urn hanging from his waist and poured the contents into the water. In an instant, the glow of the Well of the Sun changed, and it swirled with a shining light, in the middle of the disturbed magical light...... A shadow slowly emerged in Darkan's shocked eyes!

A skeleton rises from the center of the polluted Well of the Sun.

It had long horns on its head, arms outstretched to the sky and laughing wildly, and a blazing soul fire burning in its eye sockets. The chains swirled around it like a snake, and the purple robes fluttered with its movements, and the surging power suppressed Darkan could not move a single ......

A lich! An incredibly powerful lich!

"As promised, I have been reborn and am far stronger than ever! Praise be to the Lich King, who has given me eternal life! ”

The light of the Well of the Sun turned gray and obscure, and as the light of the Well of the Sun's brilliance dimmed, the lich slowly floated out of the water, and the eerie and terrifying momentum rushed to Darkan who was standing at the edge of the well without moving, and the rich death aura and shadow power made Darkan, a ninth-order peak necromancer, unable to have the slightest idea of confrontation!

Hero high position!

The lich, who was three or four meters tall, looked at Darkan, who was thinking quickly in front of him, with great interest, and said in a gloomy tone:

"My name is Kel'thugad!"

"There's an account, and I think I should settle it with you on behalf of the Prince of Arthas, ant. As a smart person, you should know that ambition far beyond your strength is the beginning of ruining miè......"|

"Frost Nova!"

*JM