There were corpses everywhere, and rivers of blood flowed.

The battle lasted less than three hours, and the defenses that the elves had worked so hard to build were on the verge of collapse.

Seeing that the number of soldiers under his command was getting fewer and smaller, and the number of undead was increasing as the battle lasted longer, Sylvanas was anxious in the battlefield.

Before coming into contact with these undead head-on, she had a general understanding of the detailed information, and thought that she was careful and did everything she could, but she still underestimated the number of these undead.

It is no exaggeration to say that in terms of individual combat ability, these undead are not afraid, and even she alone can easily kill no less than dozens of ghouls, but the blood-forming ability of these monsters is too exaggerated.

With every one of those disgusting monsters killed, more monsters will pounce on them later, endlessly and desperately.

The frontal line of defense was close to crumbling, and the reptiles with chewing minced meat and glowing green eyes had begun to climb the city walls, fighting for more than three hours, and there was not a single elven warrior on the ground except for the rotting corpses of ghouls and zombies, because the first time they fell, they were all turned into undead by those hateful necromancers.

As the heir of the Windranger family, Sylvanas is undoubtedly arrogant, and she does not tolerate her own failures, but for Quel'Thalas, the life of each elf is precious, especially in a massive battle like the Scourge of the Dead.

She knew very well in her heart what would happen if she buried more than 20,000 elven warriors here.

Thinking of this, after bursting a large head of abomination with an incomparably accurate arrow, Sylvanas weighed it again and again, gritting her teeth and shouting at the battle-fighting Lotherma,

"Don't make senseless entanglements with these guys anymore, retreat north to Silvermoon City, where there are reinforcements from His Majesty!!"

As a fifth-order warrior, at this time, Lotherma was holding the Queldorei Giant Sword, frantically strangling the nearby undead creatures, and countless rotting corpses had piled up beside him, but for the undead creatures that did not decrease but increased, and were not afraid of death, he had no better way than to slaughter.

After receiving the order from her superiors, Lotherma took the time to wipe a handful of green blood from her face, nodded, and shouted in the direction of Sylvanas, "Understood, General Sylvanas!!"

A dull trumpet sounded, and the elves went from fighting with all their might to fighting and retreating.

They abandoned the towers they had erected, took cover from the archers, and retreated towards Silvermoon City to the north.

And all this, naturally, can't escape Xue Huan's eyes.

"Those little ones are going to run away," Talisha chuckled beside Xue Huan, her voice as pleasant as a yellow bird.

But Xue Huan frowned in disgust, he didn't say a word, silently pulled out the magic sword behind him, drove the skeleton war horse under his crotch, and galloped towards those retreating elves.

Since the fall of Lordaeron, he has rarely taken the initiative.

First, because his undead troops are strong enough and numerous, he doesn't need to make a move at all, and secondly, Xue Huan prefers to be a commander and decision-maker who commands and determines the battle than a warrior who charges into battle, and he usually leaves things like charging and killing the enemy formation to Gavon Rader or Rivinedell.

But since learning the secret of Frost Sorrow, it all gets complicated.

The current Xue Huan is a seventh-order death knight, in this continent where the status is determined by strength, even though the seventh-order can overlook the human continent, it is really not a top powerhouse, compared to those characters who can crush the army and annihilate the continent with their hands, the seventh-order is still too small.

He needs strength, more power!!

With the blessing of his will, on the empty ground around Xue Huan, countless blood-red undead fires suddenly ignited, and even the ground began to shake violently.

It was only a kilometer away, and it was only a few seconds away, and the sea of skeletons along the way seemed to be embracing the kings of the crowd and took the initiative to get out of the way, the skeleton war horse under his crotch neighed, and the frost sorrow with a cold light swept through the air, taking the lives of the three elven warriors who tried to resist.

Although the seventh order is not contemptuous of sentient beings, for these elven soldiers whose strength is only the second or third order, it is tantamount to a god-like existence.

Corrupt black energy flowed on the magic sword, and in the next second, a circle full of violence and annihilation suddenly appeared on the ground.

Ten thousand ghosts cried, and the screams were endless, and all the elven soldiers in the demon array seemed to have seen some kind of terrifying picture, half-kneeling on the ground, covering their heads, blood flowing out of their eyes and ears, and they died of exhaustion in just a few seconds.

The ghouls beside those elven soldiers did not hesitate, and the smell of fresh meat made the salivating ghouls nearby pounce on them, and instantly split the corpses of those elves.

The cruel picture evoked Xue Huan's smile.

It was the first time he had used Blight Wither, and he was obviously pleased with the results, but unfortunately, the magic was too limited to cover a portion of the combat area, and it was too inflexible.

But this is enough, the undead magic such as Shadow Strike and Death Grip are all only suitable for single combat, and finally there is a group lethal magic, and he is too lazy to ask for so much for the time being.

Thinking of this, Xue Huan waved his hand, and the black death energy was like a ghost claw, pulling a nearby female elf who was covering the retreat of the troops in front of him.

This is a beautiful red-haired female elf, and judging from the exquisite attire that is different from other elven soldiers, it is estimated that she is still a high-level elf commander.

But Xue Huan didn't bother to care about so much, below the sixth order, they were all ants.

Facing the powerful power that palpitates like a mountain, the female elf has a cold expression and disdain in her eyes, she struggles in Xue Huan's hands, like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, she uses all her strength and spits at Xue Huan,

"Phew, you filthy maggot who has insulted this sacred land, you only deserve to live in the sewers and receive an eternal curse!!"

"I love hearing curses from people because I was a cursed person, but now you will be my sacrifice. ”

Xue Huan smiled fiercely, and in the next second, the cold frost sorrow penetrated the throat of the female elf.

Then, he hung the cold corpse of the female elf on top of the magic sword and raised it high, allowing everyone on the battlefield to witness the tragic situation of the female elf, "This is the fate of the undead who are trying to resist the natural disaster!!"

The crumbling corpse swayed like a kite in the wind over the frost sorrow.

The death of the female elf made the rest of the retreating elves look sad, and they silently recorded this gnashing hatred in their hearts, eager to break Xue Huan's body into thousands of pieces, and Sylvanas was even more sad and angry.

"Sildaris!!"

Grieving female voices resounded through the chaotic battlefield.

However, as a good Ranger General, even if he is angry, he must control his emotions, Sylvanas gritted his teeth and made the wisest decision.

"Leave a small group of warriors to delay time, and the rest of the people will speed up their retreat, we must immediately retreat to Silvermoon City!!"

(End of chapter)