When the first terrifying abomination began to pound the walls of Silvermoon City with immense force, the citizens themselves, including the elven soldiers stationed at the head of the city, realized that disaster had really befallen them.

"Hold the gates to me, Thom, and tell you, you stinky boy, to help the archers at the head of the city to cover the gates. Quill, and you, go and report to General Lotherma, the South Gate needs more and more powerful support!!"

One order after another was issued, and Milford, as the commander of the city, gritted his teeth as he watched the disgusting rotten face and rotten flesh approaching step by step.

As a hundred-year-old elf, he had served in the army for decades, and to be honest, this was the first time he had seen such a disgusting creature, but whether the enemy was powerful or strange was not at all within his consideration, as a High Elf warrior, home and honor were what they valued.

And just as Milford took out the longbow he had built at two hundred gold coins and aimed at the creeping creatures that had been swallowing viscous liquid in the hordes of monsters beneath the walls, several heart-rending cries came from his side.

"Ahh!!!hhh

"What's going on?!"

"Long... Sir!!" An elven sentry hurried up to the city, shouting in horror, "Those... Those disgusting things... Enter... Came in!!"

"What!?" Milford was in disbelief.

On the other side, Anastarian, who had been standing inside the mage tower, also felt the noise around him.

"What the hell is going on?" the Sun King gripped the hilt of his sword, frowning angrily.

In the next second, smoke appeared behind Anastarian, and Lannasser, who was dressed in black robes, hurriedly walked behind the Sun King and whispered, "Your Majesty, spatial rifts have appeared in every area of Silvermoon City, and a large number of undead creatures have poured out of it, and the number is tens of thousands..."

This heavy news seemed to be a little difficult for the Sun King to accept.

"Go on," Anastarian rubbed his forehead.

He had a feeling that he had completely underestimated the intelligence of those undead creatures, he had always thought that those maggots who only knew how to kill had no intelligence at all, and he only needed to concentrate on defending Silvermoon City, and he would be safe and sound.

But now it seems that he was wrong, even ridiculously wrong.

Lanather, who had been watching from the sidelines, saw Anastarian's exhaustion in sight, but the situation was urgent, and she had to continue: "We have transferred most of the city's forces to the city gates, resulting in the city's defenses being empty, and those undead creatures have poured in and slaughtered us, and we have suffered heavy losses. The Mage Council is currently trying to close the Rift, but with little success. ”

"The undead..."

The wise Sun King seemed to have a premonition of something.

Undead?

His mind had even gone back thousands of years.

Anastarian suddenly felt a dizziness, his body shook, and Lannaser, who was on the side, hurriedly helped him to the chair, and the Sun King rubbed his forehead and said, "I still can't forget the terrible scenes of disaster that my father described... It was a terrible war that my ancestors experienced, and the division of the whole world began at that moment. In order to drive the enemy back into the void, the powerful elven empire was even destroyed because of it, and now the terrible enemy has appeared again, but now, what are we going to use to defeat them?"

The atmosphere in the entire hall froze at this moment, but the bad news didn't stop there, a soldier in strange armor hurried into the hall and fell to one knee.

"Your Majesty, there are too many undead on the front line, they have surrounded the entire city, General Lothema and General Haduron are all asking for reinforcements!!"

The bad news came one after another, and Anastarian felt a little overwhelmed.

"Let them hold on. The Sun King was now in no position to make these decisions, and he glanced up at the lawbreaker soldier and commanded again, "Pass my order, if the gates are breached, let General Sylvanas lead all the troops to protect the Sunwell!!"

Although Anastarian knew that there was a magical barrier near the sunwell, now, no one could believe it.

"Lanna Cel. The Sun King called softly.

"Huh, Your Majesty?"

Lannasser, who had been guarding Anastarian's side, watched as the former slowly stood up from his seat and immediately went up to support him.

"At times like these, I have to... Stand shoulder to shoulder with the warriors!!" Anastarian clenched the long sword in his hand, his eyes overflowing with determination.

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The sun was setting, the twilight was rising, and the battle in the Silver Moon Forest had only begun for less than three hours.

After Darkan succeeded in destroying the outermost magic net barrier in Silvermoon City, the undead army thirsty for war and blood pounced on the living city like fierce ghosts.

"Attack!!!!!! for the Lich King's glory"

Directly behind the entire corpse of the undead, Xue Huan, with a cold face, held up the Frost Sorrow, and the strange magic sword in his hand was like the source of ten thousand ghosts at this time, exuding a terrifying cold light.

The ghouls were frantically biting at the enemy in front of them under his orders, screaming from their huge mouths of abomination, and as they had attacked Stratholme, they frantically slammed their bloated bodies against the walls, and with each impact, several elven warriors shook and fell off the walls, and they were greeted by an army of murderous ghouls.

Xue Huan stood on a high slope, and the entire battle situation was in full view of him.

At present, it seems that the entire Silvermoon City is already under his control, although they can't break through the defense line formed by those elves with their bodies now, but with the death of the elves, his natural disaster troops can be replenished, and it is only a matter of time before they occupy the entire Silvermoon City.

"Those elves are indeed much more interesting than the stupid humans of Stratholme. As if talking to himself, Xue Huan sneered, and he stroked the sorrow of the frost.

Whether it was the improvement of his own strength, or the continuous escalation of the power contained in Frost Sorrow, it made him feel very happy.

Looking at the magic sword that exuded the chill of death, he felt a sense of urgency - his treasure needed blood, he needed life, and only constant killing could suppress this maddening desire.

At present, his Frost Sorrow has only awakened to the first layer, and his strength is only the seventh order, although he controls as many as hundreds of thousands of natural calamity legions in his hands, but in this continent, personal strength is also an existence that cannot be ignored.

The fallen elf Talisa beside her was staring at Xue Huan intently, she was sucking her fingers thoughtfully, while the necromancer Tried on the other side was raising the staff in his hand, making the final mobilization for the dark mages who were about to go to the front line and resurrect the corpses.

Although the battle of Quel'Salas was important, Xue Huan clearly knew that the difficulty was not actually in the siege, but in the final resistance of the elves when they finally approached the Well of the Sun.

"Terred. ”

After glancing at the elves who were fighting bloodily on the city wall, Xue Huan coldly ordered: "Here is temporarily under your command to attack the city, after breaking through the elves' defense line, let the warriors do their best to attack the Well of the Sun!!"

"Do as you command, master!!" Tried bowed slightly.

After the fall of Lordaeron and the fall of Stratholme, Terred's admiration for the current leader of the Scourge and the Lord of Darkness has become so great that he is willing to dedicate his life to help his master accomplish his great cause.

As for Xue Huan's next actions, as the most loyal subordinate, of course, he would not be stupid enough to ask, he had reason to believe that his master's decisions were extremely wise, and he only needed to act according to his master's orders.

Of course, the clever and cunning Treed knew what to do, but the other person didn't think so.

"Hey, where are you going?"

Seeing Xue Huan holding the Frost Sorrow in his hand, with a look of eagerness, Talisha on the side pursed her lips, a little unclear.

In her opinion, it was only a matter of time before the vicious monsters under this guy's command took over the city, and as the leader, there was no need to go out in person.

However, at this time, Xue Huan, who was tempted by blood, was too lazy to take time to deal with this big-chested and brainless fool, he glanced at the fallen elf with extremely cold eyes, and then coldly spat out two words,

"Kill!!"

(End of chapter)