"The defensive front formed by these High Elves is slowly being weakened..."

At some point, the frost sorrow in Xue Huan's hand had been soaked with the blood of the High Elves, and the magic sword made a heart-palpitating sound, like a vampire after drinking blood.

Frost Sorrow was created by the Lich King Nao Zu with pure dark energy crystallization, which is extremely psychic and extremely eager for the souls of the dead, and now Xue Huan even does not hesitate to go into battle in person, in order to be able to awaken this cursed sword more quickly.

He was surrounded by rotting corpses and entrails, blood spreading from wall to base, and every enemy killed by Frostmourn felt as if their souls had been drained, their skin wrinkled and their eyes lifeless.

The elves began to slowly shrink their defenses, gradually retreating towards the north.

"Are you ready to abandon the city and flee?" a hint of cunning crossed the corners of Xue Huan's pale mouth.

This is not something that is unreasonable.

After three days of fighting, most of the entire defense line of Silvermoon City had been broken down by his undead legion.

The entire Garden Market has become a natural disaster territory, the High Elves in charge of guarding the town have been slaughtered, and the markets, trails, trade areas, and squares have also been covered with corpses and rivers of blood, and it can be said that half of Silvermoon City has been taken by him.

Not only that, but what was even more terrifying was that according to the report of the rear staff member Tryed, after three days of hand-to-hand combat, his Scourge Legion had only lost more than 14,000 in number.

More than 14,000 ghouls and skeletons...

It does sound a little ridiculous.

After all, his Scourge legion numbered more than 100,000 people, and was still being resurrected by necromancers, and it was no exaggeration to say that he could create more than 14,000 ghouls and skeletons overnight.

On the other hand, the High Elves of Silvermoon City...

Xue Huan made a rough estimate, counting the warriors, archers, and mages defending the city, these high elves had lost nearly 60,000 living forces in just three days, and they were not at all like his Scourge Legion, who could still be resurrected and continue to fight after being killed.

Moreover, in the past three days, there was hardly any breathing space for the two sides, and with the undead creatures who never sleeped, did not eat or drink, and were not afraid of life and death, the offensive organized by Xue Huan had never stopped.

Such a terrifying offensive made the elves a little unbearable.

After all, they were just ordinary living people, and the long hours of fighting made them physically tired, and the lack of food during the war also made their combat ability even lower.

"Keep attacking, don't give these elves a chance!!" Xue Huan raised the Frost Sorrow and roared loudly.

For him, time is money.

These elves had persevered with tenacity, and now that he had shattered their defenses and illusions, it was only a matter of time before darkness spread across the land.

Under his leadership, the army of the undead pushed like a tidal wave towards the north of Silvermoon City.

And it turns out that the defense line formed by the High Elves is indeed looser than before, if before they formed a wall of steel, now they are more like warriors at the end of the crossbow.

But... Is this really the case?

Time goes back to the day before.

In the monitoring room of the Mage Council of Silvermoon City, Kael'thas stood in front of the large magic screen with a cold face, on which was the magic map of the entire Silvermoon City, and the shocking red dots were constantly flashing on the periphery of the city, and the appearance of each red dot meant that a new spatial rift was opened.

After that conversation, the Sun King Anastarian set out for the island of Queldanus and handed over all of Silvermoon City's operations to his son Kael'thas.

And beside the prince, Sylvanas, who was heavily armed, carried a golden longbow on her back and hugged her shoulders, and the expression on her face was also ugly, because before she really saw the situation in Silvermoon City, she didn't expect that things would be so bad.

On the other side, the leader of the Sunstrider royal family's secret agents, the archmage Lannassel, is routinely briefing Kael'thas on the progress of the battle.

"From three days ago to now, we have monitored a total of three hundred and forty-six spatial fluctuations, and the lawbreakers who are in charge of patrolling the city are currently suffering heavy losses in order to clear the Scourge Legion!"

Lannathel stretched out her hand and used her magic wand to draw a rough arrow on the magic map, pointing in the direction of the sunwell.

"And it is conservatively estimated that there are no less than 80,000 Scourge Legions gathered on the outskirts of Silvermoon City, and considering that most of them are undead creatures who are good at hand-to-hand combat, this battle will be very difficult for us. ”

After listening to the report, Kael'thas lowered his head, and Sylvanas on the side said in a little hurry: "I only spent most of the day cleaning up the undead in the city, why are there so many?"

Shaking her head, Lannathor glanced at the silent Kael'thas and explained, "It's useless, these spatial rifts hidden in the city are not closed, and the terrible undead will be transported in a steady stream, if we can't find the traitor, then... In less than four days, we'll be caught in the front and back!"

Lannathel finished talking about the information she had gathered in one breath, but she found that today's Prince Kael'thas always seemed to be a little absent-minded, and this state appeared in His Royal Highness the Prince, which was too rare, so Lannathel hesitated for a moment, but still asked: "Your Highness the Prince, you... Are you not feeling well?"

"Oh... No, Lady Lannassel, please help me call General Haduron, Lady Caponia, Lady Solanlian, Baron Sangunar, Grand Technician Tyron Nikas, and Archmage Rothman, I have a plan to announce! Very risky plan. ”

Kael'thas smiled very reluctantly at Lannathor, who sensed that something was wrong with the atmosphere, but she wisely did not continue to ask, but walked away quickly, and ten minutes later, the small group that was completely loyal to Kael'thas had arrived.

Kael'thas glanced back at Sylvanas, then clapped his hands, drawing everyone's eyes to himself, and he spoke, "I'm sure you already know! In between, I decided to take a risky move! Abandon Silvermoon City and shift the defensive focus to Queldanus!"

"!!Shh

As soon as Kael'thas finished speaking, Archmage Rothman and Great Star Sorcerer Solan Lian both stood up from their chairs and shouted in unison,

"No, you can't!"

"Don't risk it!"

Kael'thas looked at the two high-ranking mages who were reluctant to take risks, and pressed his hands to calm down everyone present.

"Archmage Rothman and Master Solanlian don't be nervous just yet, listen to me slowly. ”

Kael'thas looked indifferent, with the posture of Tarzan collapsing in front of him and not changing his face, he said lightly: "Before rushing back to Silvermoon City, I didn't expect that the battle situation here had been eroded to this extent, although I comforted my father that I would leave all this to me, but to be honest, I don't have much other way." ”

At this, Kyle Suston paused, and he glanced at the eyes of everyone present, who were more or less unwilling, but also a little frustrated.

"For example, today, the Plague Legion soldiers are coming to the city, their number is nearly 100,000, and we, after a desperate battle, are less than 40,000, and all of them are tired soldiers after a long battle, what can we use to continue to defend Silvermoon City?" Kael'thas continued: "What's more, we can't even clean up the traitors in the city, as well as the space-time rift, such a corrosive situation, even I, can't forcibly reverse it!"

Everyone wanted to refute it, but they couldn't deny the truth that Prince Kael'thas said.

Now that Silver Moon City is worried about external troubles, even the traitors in the city can't find out, so how can they resist the more than 80,000 natural disaster legions?

The question silenced everyone who wanted to refute, and there was a dead silence in the conference room.

After a few seconds, Sylvanas, who still had a lot of combat experience, spoke: "Judging from the current battle situation, I have to admit that what you said is true, Your Highness, but Silvermoon City is our last front, even if we abandon this place and retreat to Quildanas, the defense system there is worse than here, and we still have no way to deal with the Scourge Legion's step-by-step approach." ”

Speaking of this, Sylvanas wanted to continue, but when she saw Kael'thas full of confidence, the female ranger's voice suddenly froze: "You... You don't want to take advantage of..."

"That's right, you guessed it, beautiful lady!"

His Royal Highness the Prince saw that Sylvanas was already aware, so he simply did not hide it anymore, and told everyone the plan: "The Well of the Sun, after all, is the holy land that has blessed our High Elf clan for thousands of years, and the source of all our magic comes from this. There, our warriors will gain endless power, inexhaustible energy, and magic that never runs dry. If we fight in that land, our odds of victory will be greatly improved, and even the undead scourge will have to fear the power of our High Elves. ”

(End of chapter)