As a stronghold of the High Elves in the Wraith Lands, all of Terellas' forces combined were only about 3,000 people.

Facing the army of the undead like a black tide beneath the city, Celesto seemed to have a premonition of his end, but he gritted his teeth and made a final struggle.

"Don't be delusional, we won't give in to you, despicable maggots, for Quel'Thalas!!"

After saying that, Celesto turned his head with difficulty to look at the elven soldiers beside him—although they were still carrying out their orders as always, aiming at the undead in the city with their bows and arrows, but from the slightly trembling right hand and the clenched lips, it was clear that they could not remain calm and calm in the face of these oppressive monsters.

What's even more terrifying is that Terellas's location is in the middle of the entire Ghost Lands, surrounded by mountains to the north, and to the southeast is the fortress of the Trolls of Zuaman, which means that even if they can hold it up for a few days, what is the point?

They didn't have any reinforcements, and with just three thousand elven warriors, there was no hope at all.

Thinking of this, he waved his hand and summoned a nervous-looking adjutant, and said in a low voice: "Sheila, I will open the city gate later, and lead the troops to resist the attack of those undead troops, in the chaos, you carry the moon fragments and run to the Tower of the Morning Star in the east, the sooner the better." ”

As he spoke, Celesto took out a strangely shaped gemstone with a pale blue luster from his bosom and handed it to Sheila.

This Lunar Gem fragment was originally placed in a dungeon heavily guarded by dozens of elven guards, but the army of the undead came to the city,

Feeling the weight in his hands, the male elven ranger named Sheila's eyes turned red, he choked up, and looked up at Serasto: "Lord Lord..."

"Don't mother-in-law, mother-in-law. ”

Celesto pushed Sheila and said in an almost roaring voice: "Go down and prepare, I will order the soldiers to open the city gates at the right time, and the fate of Quel'Salas is in your hands!!"

And at this moment, the mountains shook, and the undead under the city also began to attack.

Xue Huan led a mix of ghouls and skeleton archers with less than 30,000 troops to attack Atlas, while the rest of the troops, led by Gavin Rad, were stationed in the Wraith Plains, east of Jinwu Village and across the river from the Yongge Forest.

But in Xue Huan's opinion, this is enough.

Before arriving at the stronghold guarding the Keys of March, the undead scouts had already conveyed information about the stronghold to him through the spiritual realm.

The entire three thousand elven warriors, the lord who was responsible for guarding this place, was only a fourth-order fire mage, and for the thirty thousand undead troops led by Xue Huan, it was only a matter of time before they set foot here.

His dark gray eyes swept across the high city walls, and Xue Huan, who was riding on a skeletal warhorse, raised the Frost Sorrow, and the undead troops behind him moved in response, and the earth-shattering roar resounded through the sky.

In the blink of an eye, more than twenty carrion abominations were already dragging their bloated bodies and began to crash against the walls of Antellas.

After the Battle of Stratholme, Xue Huan found that it was a good decision to use these slow but powerful Stitch Monsters for siege.

Moreover, as a High Elf stronghold, Antellas's own city defense is not as good as that of the human male city Stratholme, only two or three collisions, the city wall has cracked visible to the naked eye, and in the meantime, there are several elven archers standing on the head of the city, ready to release arrows, with a shake, screaming and falling into the sea of corpses, and then they were instantly torn to pieces.

Perhaps he had never seen an army with such amazing combat power and such rude fighting methods, which made Silasto, who had been paying attention to the battlefield, panic.

"Those monsters' eyes, quick, aim for those monsters!!"

Repeating the order over and over again, the elven archers gradually found their way in a panic under the command of Serasto.

"Whew!!"

A salvo, a rain of arrows in the same direction - an abominant eye.

I have to say that as a race favored by the heavens, the elves' eyesight and perfect and accurate archery skills have always been the best among all races and are talked about, among the thousands of feathered arrows, at least seven or eight hundred of them directly hit the abomination eye that was slamming the city wall with rapid speed and precise trajectory, and the rest of the arrows did not miss, and were stuck straight into the abomination festering skin.

As the home of rangers and archers, the feathered arrows used by the elves were carefully crafted by craftsmen, and their sharpness and durability were far greater than those of the human kingdom, so after suffering such a devastating blow, even the large, thick-skinned abomination could only cover their eyes and fall down screaming.

The sound of a heavy object falling to the ground sounded, and a small number of ghouls who didn't have time to avoid it were even crushed into meat sauce, as if they saw a glimmer of light in the darkness, and a smile finally appeared on Celesto's pale face.

However, as he prepared to direct his archers to continue the process, an earth-shattering bang almost startled him.

Even though the elves were good at using bows and arrows for long-range suppression, they were far from being able to make up for the huge numerical disadvantage, and after they barely killed one abomination, on the other side, under the combined impact of the three abominations, the already crumbling city wall was instantly smashed open a large hole.

The sudden collapse of the city wall threw several elven archers who had an unstable foothold directly into the sea of corpses.

Of course, the fleeting fighter plane could not escape Xue Huan's eyes, and his spiritual realm moved slightly, and countless undead armies rushed towards that gap frantically under his orders.

The two sides fought together in a narrow gap.

However, in hand-to-hand combat, the elves' disadvantage is evident - although they can use their agile pace to evade the ghouls' attacks, the sheer numerical disadvantage is completely irreparable.

An elven warrior had just killed a ghoul, and before he could draw his knife, the next moment, his arms were torn off by several ghouls who pounced on him at the same time.

More and more undead poured into the elven stronghold, watching the undead influx in, and Serasto, who had been standing on the city walls, was sweating profusely, but he had not forgotten his identity and the glory of being a High Elf.

He raised his staff and whispered the rune, and a few seconds later, fiery tongues of fire sprang up from the ground, drowning a dozen ghouls in the flames in the blink of an eye.

"Well, fire mage, good material, I just don't know how strong he is. ”

Seeing his undead warrior wailing and being swept into the flames, Xue Huan not only did not feel heartache, but nodded, and the corners of his mouth pulled out a playful smile.

He caressed the frost sorrow in his hand, and after glancing at the men on the castle who were constantly casting spells and slaughtering his undead warriors, he said lightly to the cold, purple-skinned woman who had been standing beside him,

"Talisa, I'll leave that guy to you..."

(End of chapter)