Compared to the chaotic Dunhold prison, Silvermoon City, where the High Elves are located, seems to be even more smoky.

Hundreds of thousands of undead soldiers have surrounded the entire city, as terrifying as a black cloud crushing the city, this once beautiful, rich, quiet, and peaceful gem is now full of death and panic.

"Are those guys undead?"

The Sun King, Anastarian, stood in the tallest mage tower in Silvermoon City, squinting at the dense black dots that dotted around the Silverpine Forest.

To his left stood Archmage Rothman, while on his right was General Sylvanas Windrunner, who was in charge of the war.

"Yes, Your Majesty, I've been dealing with these guys as early as in Sunny Wind Village. ”

For Sylvanas, who had already seen those disgusting undead creatures, she really didn't want to deal with those monsters again, but on the other hand, she was not willing to fail, she was eager for revenge, and she wanted to drive these stupid repellent worms out of this beautiful and rich land.

"Thank you, General Sylvanas. Anastarian bowed slightly at the Windranger beside him.

Of course, the Sun King knew what kind of pressure the proudest and most powerful warrior of the Windranger family was under during this time, but in this time of survival, he could not rely on others, and could only hope to fight alongside those who had fought alongside him.

"You're serious, Your Majesty... I mean, you don't have to. Flattered, Sylvanas hurriedly waved his hand.

Truth be told, although Sylvanas had a lot of complaints about the Sun King's decision to strategically abandon the Silver Pine Forest and choose to stick to Silvermoon City, now that the despicable undead have come to the city, it is better to focus on the current battle than to worry about the gains and losses.

Eat the king's lu, bear the king's worries, and be loyal to the king.

This is a tradition that the old Windranger family has always followed, and Sylvanas Windrunner, who is relatively stubborn and conservative, is certainly no exception.

"Have the troops been assembled?" Anastarian asked Sylvanas beside him, looking at the black tide that was gradually condensing below the city, "And the people, how are the evacuations?"

Sylvanas, who was standing on the side, of course knew what the Sun King was worried about, so she tightened the golden longbow in her hand and said, "Nearly 20,000 Ranger Shooters have been prepared in the city, and more than 100,000 elite warriors are ready under the leadership of Lotherma and the Ranger Generals, nearly 70,000 Phoenix Guards, more than 20,000 Spellbreaker Guardians, and more than 20,000 High Elf Mages are also ready to participate in the battle at any time." ”

After a pause, Sylvanas straightened the beautiful blonde hair on his forehead and continued: "Of course, most of the people have been forcibly evacuated to the northern island of Queldanas, and now there is nothing else in this city except a huge army, war materials, and equipment. ”

The Sun King nodded silently after listening to Sylvanas's report, knowing that what the beautiful, dutiful Ranger General said was true.

These armies were almost all the living forces that the entire Silvermoon City could use to fight against the undead creatures, and they were also the bargaining chips for him to give up the outer defenses and shrink the battle line with all his might, and fight the undead.

And now, the Sun King looked down at the city that had been bustling with activity a few days ago.

Heavily armed High Elf armies patrol the streets, and miscellaneous items such as bags, tables, chairs, and wine barrels used to hold food are used as temporary barricades, and the eyes of each elf are full of vigilance.

Many of these soldiers had never seen those disgusting monsters before, and it was precisely because of the unknown of the enemy that the seeds of fear spread among these young soldiers.

I have to admit that in the face of the fact that those undead are approaching, the current heavy atmosphere of this great enemy has reached its peak.

"Where's Mage Darkan?"

As if thinking of something, the Sun King rubbed his somewhat swollen head, turned his head and asked, "Now that the great enemy is present, the mage troops urgently need someone to stand up and lead, and give orders to go down, let Mage Darkan lead the entire mage army, and cooperate with the other ranger generals to resist the attack of the undead." ”

"This..."

Hearing this, Sylvanas hesitated.

Truth be told, she hadn't seen the Master since the meeting ended the other day.

She has been sending people to find traces of Darkan in the past few days, and even turned the latter's mage tower inside and out.

After all, compared to Mage Rothman as a consultant, Darkan has more practical talent and combat ability. But now the powerful magician is missing, which makes Sylvanas, who was suddenly asked, a little embarrassed.

But Sylvanas Windranger is worthy of being a ranger general who commands a country's army, and after his face changed slightly, he immediately regained his composure in the next second.

"Your Majesty, Master Darkan and his troops have also been prepared, and now they are just waiting for His Majesty's orders. Sylvanas bowed slightly, her voice crisp and beautiful.

Rationally, she chose to hide this matter, after all, now that the enemy is present, it is imminent to block the attack of the undead, and compared to such a major event, the weight of Darkan's disappearance in her heart is not worth mentioning at all.

Perhaps the clever ranger general did not expect that this seemingly inconspicuous little thing would become a breakthrough in this tragic war.

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Dark clouds fell over the Silver Pine Forest, and the entire forest seemed to be shrouded in darkness.

Compared to the heavy atmosphere in Silvermoon City, Xue Huan, who was wearing the armor of a death knight outside the city and standing among the many corpses that exuded a fishy smell, had a stunned expression.

Baron Rivendell and Gavonrad, who were the furious Death Knights, stood on either side, now unconscious, like machines that only knew how to carry out the killing order, staring at Silvermoon City in the distance with their scarlet eyes.

"Looks like those little ones are pretty well prepared. ”

Xue Huan rode on the burning skeleton warhorse, laughing wildly.

He coldly looked at the rancid army of corpses shuttling around, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously hooked into his trademark sneer.

Compared to before, he who had leapt into the seventh order in one step, his strength was now even stronger, and with nearly 200,000 undead warriors, he had full confidence that he would be able to solve this battle within five days.

To be honest, he was a little desperate to take over this majestic city.

For the sake of this war, for the sake of this sacred elven land, he had planned for a long time, and the magic voices in his mind were constantly haunting him recently, and he firmly believed that this was a curse, but also an omen, and he had to fight quickly, lest he have too many dreams at night.

"Is that Darkan guy ready?"

Xue Huan asked coldly at the air.

And in the next second, the terrifying voice of the Yin Owl appeared in the air: "Master Qiqi, the preparations over there have been completed, if my prediction is correct, in less than two hours, the magic net enchantment that those stupid elves are proud of will be destroyed, hehe!!"

Perfect plan!!

The corners of Xue Huan's mouth sneered, and his gray eyes looked at the magnificent Phoenix City in the north.

He wouldn't mind waiting a little longer...

Because in his eyes, this elven city is about to become a burial place for death and unjust souls!!

(End of chapter)