The night was already dark, and the white lady and the blue child hung high in the night sky, reflecting a soft light, and it was supposed to be a quiet and peaceful night for sleeping.

However, in the northern part of the continent, the High Elf warriors of Quel'Thalas are still fighting for their lives against the undead on the island of Queldanas.

Here, countless undead are being cut in half by the sophisticated blades of the front-line warriors, or pierced through the heads accurately by sharp arrows fired from behind by the rangers, or blown into a pile of ashes by huge fireballs and ice balls unleashed by the mages, or frozen into pieces of flesh and blood.

However, this didn't have much effect...... Even though the High Elves had already wiped out countless undead, even if they had to retreat several lines because there were too many undead corpses piled up in front of the battle line, more and more undead still continued to pounce one after another, as if they could never finish killing, they could never finish killing... ….

The elves of Quardanath have done their best, but the undead are killing more and more... It seems that you can't kill it anymore! There is also a ...... behind the Ice Bridge

The finest enchanted blades have begun to appear chips and curls, weapons are becoming more and more dull, and the warriors don't even have time to change weapons!

The rangers are running out of arrows, and many of them are so tired that they can't even pull their bowstrings, so they have to pick up their short swords and step forward to fend off the undead who are getting closer and closer, because the soldiers on the front line have already lost too much!

And the mages are even more unbearable, although they have the support of the almost infinite magic power of the Well of the Sun, but many people are overloaded by continuous spellcasting, and the pressure on their brains and spirits is too great for them to keep casting spells......

In the beginning, most of the High Elves faced the undead with ugly zombies, sluggish skeletons, hideous ghouls, and gigantic mending abominations......

However, in the middle of the night, the elven defenders finally discovered a fact that frightened them incomparably: the enemies they were now facing were more of their fallen comrades! Their dead people!

The undead resurrected their most trusted companions and most reliable comrades in the same place! Then, those undead, they actually made these most lovely and respectable clansmen who had died in battle turn around and rush towards their own array.....

A moment ago, the comrades-in-arms who were still willing to die to block the knife for their brother have now turned into hideous devils who cut at their own people; The Ranger, who had been firing the last deadly arrow at his enemy a second, now turned to his own side and shot its vicious arrow; And the mages, who should have been dead for a long time, got up one by one and threw evil orbs into the friendly formation they were originally supporting......

Finally, under the double great torment of the exhausted body and soul, and under the continuous beating of countless waves of undead, the last defense of the Sunwell Heights, the final battle line composed of the flesh and blood of the remnants of the High Elf warriors, was announced at this moment, broken by the undead natural disaster! Countless undead trampled over their corpses and poured into the inner core......

King Anastarian, he finally appeared in front of the death knight Arthas again, after all, the other party has now rushed to the core of the Sunwell Heights, and surrounded here, they have no way back!

Their defeat this time was actually not unjust, under the fierce attack of traitors within the elves and endless undead attacks, almost all of their high elves' forces were planted here, and they lost completely!

In fact, long before the undead landed, their High Elf mage had cast spells many times in an attempt to destroy the Ice Bridge!

At that time, they unleashed blazing magical flames, and they blew the magnificent icy bridge into sections many times, and buried countless undead to the bottom of the sea! However, Arthas, the Death Knight, was always able to repair it quickly, and the magic sword seemed to possess infinite power!

Now, the Well of the Sun can't be defended after all.

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With a sigh, King Anastarian was now covered in pitch-black bloodstains, looking at the human prince standing across from him, Arthas, with a slightly embarrassed expression. Oh, no! The one in front of me is no longer human! Perhaps, it would be more appropriate to call him Arthas, the Death Knight?

Before he started the war with Anastarian, he never imagined that their High Elves would be defeated so quickly this night! It's only been half a night, and it's been reduced to such a situation? There are almost more than eighty percent of Quel'Salas' troops here, how did this happen?

Originally, at dusk, when the undead had just begun to land, although their elves were still inferior in numbers, they were able to fight with the magic shield of the Sunwell Heights.

Although many undead still poured onto the island, the situation was still firmly controlled by their high elves, and those undead could only linger helplessly outside the shield, constantly being shot by rangers and mages one after another, one by one.

However, when he Anastarian ordered the mage group to start casting large spells, preparing to completely blow up the ice bridge that continuously sent troops to the undead in one go, and then slowly clean up the undead who poured onto the island, the mutation finally happened!

For countless years, the magical shield that their Magic Kingdom of Quel'Thalas had been proud of, suddenly exploded and burst at this critical moment!

The sudden shattering of the shield, the violent impact of the magic power, made the members of the mage group who were casting spells suddenly suffer a great backlash! Almost instantly, more than eighty percent of the high-level mages directly lost their combat effectiveness, and the remaining less than twenty percent were all seriously injured, and they couldn't release any valuable high-level spells in a short period of time! But how much can spells of the level of ordinary fireballs, arcane storms, and frost have to do against those undead seas?

The only possibility that came to Anastarian's mind at the time was the intelligence sent by the Ranger General Sylvanas, which had mentioned another important message: traitor!

Sure enough, it has now been proven that there is a traitor inside the High Elves, and this traitor has given the Kingdom of Quel'Salas just the right fatal blow at this critical moment!

So, as the shield shattered and a large number of mages had to withdraw from the battle, the situation began to take a sharp turn for the worse, and it didn't take long for the endless sea of undead to flood the entire Sunwell Heights, and countless brave warriors had died, and one by one they rose up in a different guise, and the death knight Arthas, also holding the magic sword Frost Sorrow, finally stood in front of his King Anastarian as a victor......!

"Huh!" Arthas snorted coldly, a sinister smile on his lips, and jumped off an ordinary undead warhorse.

Since his invincibility was burned down, he could only ride these ordinary goods now! Every time he stepped on this inferior warhorse, he would always remember his invincibility, and then, unconsciously, he would hate those high elves with long ears even more!

When Arthas walked to the front of the battle, looking at Anastarian, who was surrounded in a circle, the former invincible king of Quel'Salas, seeing the miserable appearance of the other party, he Alsace finally had a little pleasure of revenge in his heart!

Of course, that's not enough! After he kills the last of the recalcitrant rebels in front of him and resurrects Kel'thugad, he will go back and bulldoze the Silvermoon City! Kill all those pointy-eared elves in the city! Not a single one to stay!

"What? At this time, are you not going to surrender? Elves with long ears? Tilting his head and looking at the remnants of the defeated army in front of him, Arthas suddenly felt that maybe he didn't need to kill them so quickly.

"Or, you may try, kneel humbly, and then try to beg mercy from me, the king of Lordaeron, and I will probably reject you fiercely! Hehehe......! ”

Arthas took a few steps forward, chuckling, and looked cruelly at King Anastarian and the last of the royal guards around him, the two remnant mages, and the dozen or so High Elf civilians.

These may be the last elves near the Sunwell Heights! Others, on the other hand, have either been turned into corpses or are part of his army of death.

Now, looking at the panicked faces on their faces, the endless fear of imminent death, Arthas felt that the thrill of holding the life of his enemy in his hands and killing him was a delicacy, and he needed to enjoy it!

"That's enough, put away your disgusting rhetoric! Arthas, your despicable words and deeds only make me more disgusted and despised for you! When you plunge your blade into the chest of Terenus who welcomes you with open arms, when you extend your butcher's knife to the people who trust you, you are no longer worthy of being a king! You executioner who killed his teacher and father, and destroyed his family and country! Perhaps, you won today! But, I'm here to tell you! We at Quel'Salas will never give in to you! We'll fight to the last man! Quel'Thalas will not perish, and one day, the vengeful flames of our High Elves will burn you! ”

Anastarian drew the flaming blow from his waist, he had already sent several dragon eagle knights before, and they had already scattered to attack in the direction of Silvermoon City with his last orders! And now, it's time for him, the king of the High Elves, to fulfill his last duty!

Looking down at the sword in his hand, from the ancient war more than 10,000 years ago, to the later war of trolls, and now to the invasion of the undead natural disaster, the sword of the Sunseeker family, the Flame Strike, it has witnessed countless battles large and small......

Quel'Thallas has been passed down for nearly 10,000 years, and now, the Flame Strike, the symbol of the Sunseeker family's royal power, will continue to witness the final glory of a High Elf king!

"Darkan? Drahir!! Anastarian drew his sword and angrily pointed at an elf not far behind Arthas! This is the traitor who destroyed the elven homeland! That's him! Make all the High Elves' defenses look like nothing! This shameful scoundrel!

"Today, in the name of King Quel'Thalas, I declare: We expel you! From this day forward, you will no longer be a noble High Elf! You will always be a vile, homeless lonely soul! Now, right here, let us tell you in action! Whether he was a king or a soldier! Whether he is a nobleman or a commoner! We Quel'Salas will always have only the souls of the dead, and there will never be a coward like you! In the name of the sun! ”

"!! in the name of the sun"

All the elves behind Anastarian shouted loudly in unison, the remaining royal guards clenched their swords and stood firmly by their king's side, the two mages also used their last magic to prepare their magic, and the commoners grabbed any stones or sticks they could find nearby, and at this moment, all of them were no longer afraid, no longer hesitating, and stood up and walked behind the king so resolutely.

"You, you, you ......," Darkan shuddered, and was frightened by the dozens of dying elves in front of him, and took several steps back.

"Hmph... Foolish elves, when the time has come, and you still have the same arrogant attitude, then prepare for the judgment of death! Arthas didn't care about Darkan behind him, in his opinion, the elf behind him was nothing more than a bedbug!

Arthas is going to make a move, this damn elf old man is still stubborn until he dies! The sentence of killing the teacher and killing the father was still very lethal to him, and in his cold heart, the original little pleasure of revenge soon disappeared without a trace!

"Attack!"

Arthas spoke softly, and while the other undead pounced, he also confronted the oncoming King Anastari, and Frostmourn slashed the flaming blow with just one slash, and then the blade was unabated, stabbing through the elven king's chest......

The Flame Strike was shattered at the same time, but also witnessed the death of a king, perhaps, the era of the High Elves, just like this sword, shattered, but the High Elves will never give in, they will continue to fight, they will pay with blood, in the name of the sun's rays......

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O blood descendants

In the name of the sun's rays