(Happy New Year 2018)

At the same time, in the glorious Hall of the Phoenix, the Sun King Anastarian, dressed in magnificent clothes, was sitting on a luxurious throne, a faint sorrow lingering between his brows.

A strangely shaped sword encrusted with flame gems reclined against the throne - the Flame Strike, an artifact of the Sunstrider family.

Historically, this artifact, no less powerful than Frost's Sorrow, has accompanied the Sunseeker family through battles large and small, and is the opposite of the cold and evil magic sword Frost's Sorrow, it is the ultimate representation of flame, and only the most powerful flame mages can harness this magical sword.

The undead are approaching, menacing!

The number of undead spreading on the border of the Silvermoon Forest alone is enough to reach about 200,000, although his ranger general, Sylvanas, has already led the troops to resist, but the Sun King also knows very well in his heart that the disparity between the two forces is too great, and it may not be long before those despicable dead creatures will arrive in this sacred city.

And for this, Anastarian has also been prepared for a long time.

Hundreds of thousands of elven troops were arranged by him in Silvermoon City, and the Spellbreaker troops and elven ranger troops were also all on standby, although the undead troops were numerous, and they swept more than a dozen elven fortresses, including Dysom, and according to the latest information, the ranger general Sylvanas was also in a rout under the enemy's strong attack.

But as the High Elven King and a Hero-level mage, Anastarian is confident that this magnificent elven city will not fear the vile creatures of the dead.

To this end, he also convened a separate meeting in the Phoenix Hall, a council that brought together the elite high-ranking generals and mages of the entire Silvermoon City, for the purpose of discussing how to deal with the menacing undead army.

"Your Majesty, those stupid and arrogant undead creatures are not to be feared. ”

An elven mage with a somewhat gloomy appearance, pale face, and wrapped in a heavy cloak on his body bowed to the Sun King, and stepped forward to admonish: "Your Majesty Anastarian, in my opinion, although those undead have a slight advantage in numbers, in terms of individual combat ability, they are just some ants. ”

"What's more, in addition to the elven troops stationed in Silvermoon City, we also have an energy barrier, I'm afraid those stupid undead can't even break through this barrier, let alone threaten Silvermoon City?"

The voice was a little smug, and it soothed Anastarian's brow, who had been suffering from the pressure of the undead.

"You have a point, Wizard Darkan. ”

Anastarian nodded, agreeing with Darkan's words, but just as the Sun King was about to say something more, two other bright voices rang out.

"Your Majesty, don't underestimate the enemy. ”

"Don't be careless, Your Majesty. ”

Ranger Lord Haduron Brightwing and Chief Archmage Rothman are both high-level cores who are trusted by the Sun King Anastarian, and unlike the slightly darker Darkan, these two have always maintained the humble and elegant character of the elves, and are also the most trusted leaders of the people.

As a Sixth-Order Assassin, Haduron Mingyi, dressed in ornate armor, had two ornate daggers hanging from his waist, which resembled golden-red phoenixes with outstretched wings, and were inscribed with the High Elf insignia on them.

One of the Big Three in the post-elven era, the right hand of the regent Lotherma Theron, is actually not outstanding in the history of Warcraft, and some non-elven players are not even aware of his existence.

His official appearance, along with Archmage Rothman and Regent Lotherma Theron, seems to be to prove to the world that "Oh, so these three guys did appear in the official..."

Except for the impression that it "seems to have appeared in the official", there is no other feeling...

But in fact, both Haduron and Rothman play a pivotal role in the post-elven era, and it can be said that if it weren't for their persistence and hard work with Lotherma Theron, the High Elves who lost Kael'thas and Sylvanas would have been in a state of collapse, let alone the birth of the later Blood Elves.

They are witnesses of an era and pioneers.

But now the two are obviously not as trusted as Darkan...

"Haduron, you're a little worried. ”

Seemingly a little dissatisfied with the excessive anxiety of the two, Anastarian narrowed his eyes and propped his chin on his hand, "I am also very aware of the urgency of wartime on the front, and General Sylvanas's strategic retreat has also been approved by me, but you must know that she has only brought over a twentieth of the army of Silvermoon City, and when those undead miscellaneous people arrive here, they will be jaw-dropping by the strength of this elven city." ”

Obviously, as a ranger general with a keen sense of politics, Sylvanas had full insight into Anastarian's plan - to fight against the water, with the strength of the entire Silvermoon City, and relying on the high walls of the city, to complete the Jedi counterattack.

This is the decision of the Sun King.

But will everything really go this way?

Haduron and Rothman expressed their disapproval, but because of Anastarian's face, the two of them couldn't say anything more, after all, it was a critical moment for the survival of the High Elf Kingdom, and they should eradicate all distrust and resist foreign enemies together.

The two of them had good intentions, but no one noticed the slightly curled corners of Darkana's mouth under his cloak.

"Go down and prepare... The news of Sylvanas' retreat had not long been heard, and perhaps in a few days, the undead miscellaneous would arrive in this sacred land. ”

The Sun King, Anastarian, rubbed his somewhat swollen head, his resolute face revealing some unnatural exhaustion.

"Yes, Your Majesty. ”

Humbly bowing slightly, Darkan took the wooden staff and exited the Phoenix Hall, while Haduron and Rothman also bowed and retreated after looking at each other, and Anastarian was once again the only one left in the gorgeous and dazzling Phoenix Hall.

The king squinted and rested for a while, then stood up with the handle of the throne decorated with openwork patterns, and stepped on the floor of the phoenix emblem printed with a large fiery red, Anastarian walked to the window and looked at the elves below, and the setting sun looked particularly brilliant on the golden buildings.

Although Anastarian's tone was firm and forceful just now, in the face of hundreds of thousands of immortal spirits, no one was sure of victory, and the reason why he said this was just to boost the morale of those subordinates.

But when the city of miracles, which had stood for thousands of years, was reflected in Anastarian's eyes, somehow he suddenly gained faith in defeating the undead.

"Silvermoon City will never fall. ”

He said silently in his heart.

(End of chapter)