…… Chapter 165: The Fall of the Stars (5) (Part 2)

Sylvanas* Windranger felt deep fear and humiliation at this moment, and the raging rage almost made the heroic Ranger Lord lose his mind.

Witnessing the death of her comrades and subordinates but being powerless, although she made the "Queen Xià" angry and deeply humiliated, she could not make her heart as strong as iron feel terrified!

As early as the beginning of the battle, or from the moment she took the initiative to take over the task of breaking the queen, the Ranger Lord and her subordinates were ready to fight until the last moment and die generously.

What really made the heart of the "Queen Xià" panic and resentment was the desecration of the corpse by the ruthless and cruel death knight!

The corpses moved.

The corpses of High Elf warriors who died protecting their comrades......

Despite the scars on their bodies, and despite the mutilation of some of them, they moved.

"Nope." Sylvanas whispered in disgust, eyes as bright as stars looked at Arthas with fear.

And the "Prince" was staring at her mockingly, revealing that damn sneer.

Arthas gripped Frostmourn tightly, and his other hand reached forward, a dark glow circulating around his hand, increasing in speed before tumbling and snaking out like a snake along his fingers, plunging headlong into the earth.

The next moment, Sylvanas Windrunner saw the corpse of Salorion* Qingge writhing and slowly standing up, pulling out the sharp forefeet that pierced into his chest like tearing off the thorn fruit on his clothes. Drawing two shiny daggers from the heads of the Crypt Demons, he looked up at his former commander and strode down the corridor to the top of the tower.

Arthas saw the panic and anger in the eyes of Her Majesty the Queen, and his sneer turned into a loud laugh.

"I told you, woman! You should turn around and leave with your troops! "Alsace's hoarse voice even drowned out the noise of the battlefield." But you still have to give me new troops......"

He gestured again, and the other corpse crawled forward with convulsions, slowly standing up.

The corpse was thin and strong, with long black hair tied back in a ponytail. It had a tan complexion, a pair of pointed ears, and four wounds in its throat that were still bleeding. Eyes that were once as blue as the summer sky were now searching for Sylvanas blankly. Then, the former warrior had picked up his Mithril two-handed sword again, and walked towards her with a stiff expression.

Ask* Sunraider!

The eyes of "Her Majesty the Queen" almost wanted to breathe fire, but the strong and calm expression inadvertently revealed the fear and frustration in this woman's heart.

There's nothing more discouraged than a comrade-in-arms who was fighting side by side one moment and becomes a life-and-death enemy the next......

The high morale of the High Elf rangers, who originally regarded death as home, fell to the freezing point in an instant. Death is not terrible, and if the soul is not at peace after death, it will become one of those walking dead in front of you, driven by the enemy, and look at your fellow citizens with a butcher's knife......

It's so desperate......

"Attack! Fulfill our mission! For Quel'Salas! ”

The "Queen's Majesty" tries to revive their morale, and no matter what the final outcome is, they must fight to the death because they have no way back!

The warrior forces have been wiped out, and have even become part of the undead scourge they fought against in their lifetimes, killing their compatriots who once defended them with their lives. Next, the remaining Ranger troops, with only a few thousand left, will have to confront the fangs and claws of these walking dead, and will have to deal with the chilling attacks of their former comrades!

The outcome of the battle was already predestined......

Only one massacre awaits the fate of this severed force...... When the defense line at the base of the tower is breached, the suspense is completely lost.

The surging undead scourge roared and swooped down on one building after another as a front.

Luckily, some zombies are too rotten, and their decaying limbs make it difficult for them to ascend. But the fallen guys didn't stop the army. They poured up the towers, forcing the rangers to fight with swords instead of bows and arrows.

Although, they were also well-trained warriors and could handle close combat, their resistance was so pale in the face of the Scourge Legion's boundless sea of undead!

……

The dead's withered clawed hand reached out to Syldaris.

The red-haired Ranger Adjutant fought with a grim expression, and Sylvanas didn't hear her scream of protest, but saw countless undead forces force her to surround her.

When Sildarith also fell, Sylvanas felt a deep pain in her heart.

Before that, countless ghouls had completely engulfed the building commanded by their other lieutenant, Volahir.

She fired her bow and arrows without stopping, her movements almost faster than her thoughts, focused on her duty.

"Her Majesty the Queen" can't bear to think of the tragic situation in those conquered buildings at this time!

Perhaps her men were being eaten and eaten by the walking dead; Perhaps their bodies have been properly kept, but an even more tragic fate awaits them, as a member of the undead scourge they hated in their lifetime?

Sylvanas forced herself not to think about these senseless things, and now all she had to do was fight...... Squeeze out the last shred of your body and go to battle!

There are some things she doesn't dare to think about, and she can't think about them......

The battle continued, and Sylvanas felt the tower tremble lightly beneath his feet.

The scene of the massacre and the resurrection of the dead in front of her made her so distracted that she didn't even notice that the siege equipment of the undead scourge was in place. Something the size of an ogre that looked like a different corpse was also hammering the pillars that supported the tower, as were the spider-like crypt demons.

Then something slammed into the city, making a soft thud that splashed Sylvanas. For a moment, she couldn't believe what she was seeing, but the truth was unforgiving—Arthas didn't just resurrect the corpses of the dead elves as undead, he also used their corpses, chunks of corpses, as ammunition to throw at Sylvanas and the few surviving rangers!

However, this kind of tragic practice will no longer make the numb "Queen Xià" feel sad and angry, and she is already physically and mentally exhausted......

Sylvanas' face was covered in sweat, her muscles were tired and sore, but she still fought.

She kept bending her bow and arrows, pulling the string and letting go of it, and then opening the string again, so fast that it was almost impossible to see the movement of her hands. Hordes of zombies and monsters surrounded them, and when they were too close to shoot arrows, the "Queen's Majesty" threw away her war bow and drew her dagger and dagger. I saw her quickly turn around and stab left and right, roaring and fighting the enemy.

Another zombie fell, its head rolling off its shoulders and falling at its feet, trampled open like a watermelon. Immediately, however, two more monsters pounced on it to fill its gap. The Undead Scourge is about to break through the defenses...... They were approaching, and the stench of decay was almost impossible for her to hold on.

There are too many of them...... The sun in the sky was already in the west, and the battle lasted all afternoon.

As a defensive line, the tower, which had the advantage of the terrain, had collapsed under multiple blows......

There are more than 7,000 High Elf warriors, and all of them have been killed so far, leaving only the Ranger Lord alone......

"Her Majesty the Queen" did not think of escaping...... The little body left made her give up on this seemingly tempting choice. She was not sure that she would escape the pursuit of these forms of walking meat in the case of overdraft. At least... She can't escape the Death Knight who hasn't shot yet!

She wants to kill as many enemies as she can before falling......

Sylvanas fought and retreated, constantly evading the undead with the help of the ruins around him. The Ranger Lord fights like a lynx in the Eternal Song Forest, turning her pain and anger into power to inflict on the wicked and cruel Scourge of the Dead.

After fighting and retreating, the "Queen Xià" has unknowingly arrived at the entrance of Qingfeng Village......

Sylvanas didn't slow down the fight. She will resist to the end until they kill her completely, until ...... The zombies' offensive suddenly stopped. They retreat backwards, then stand still. Sylvanas held her breath and looked ahead.

The Death Knight was there, watching Sylvanas on his death horse.

The long white hair fluttered in the wind, the hideous and evil rune sword was clenched in his hand, and his pale face was full of pride.

"Her Majesty the Queen" stood up straight and wiped the blood and sweat from her face. The executioner in front of her had been a paladin, just like the one her sister loved. Suddenly, Sylvanas was glad that Aurelia might be dead, and that she didn't have to see what was happening in front of her, and she didn't need to see what a former Light Warrior had done to the beloved and cherished Brelander sisters.

Arthas held up the Frost Sorrow, glittering with blood runes, and bowed formally to Sylvanas* Windranger.

"Kudos to your courage, Elf, but it's game over." Strangely, the Death Knight's words at the moment sounded a bit of praise in them.

Sylvanas swallowed, and the fierce fighting not only drained the last vestiges of her body, but also made her throat dry. Clenching the weapon in his hand, the "Queen Majesty" replied with determination on her face and in a stern and unyielding tone:

"I will fight to the death, butcher! In the name of Windranger! ”

Arthas smiled indifferently at Her Majesty, his gray lips moving slightly. "As you wish, Ranger Lord."

The Death Knight didn't even bother to jump off his mount, and the skeletal horse neighed and charged straight at her. Arthas took the reins of his horse with his left hand, and swung his greatsword with his right hand and stabbed it in the air!

That's it!

"No!"

"Bang!"

In the midst of the violent roar of machinery, a roar of rage, thunder, and a dull gunshot rang out at the same time!

*JM