[Volume 6: Song of the Elves]

It took about eight days to travel to the land of the High Elves, and Dysom, the first elven fortress in the High Elf kingdom of Quel'Thalas, between the Wraith Land and Stratholme.

During this time, the human kingdom has not been very peaceful, and the fall of Lordaeron and the massacre that occurred in Stratholm were reported back to Silvermoon City as soon as possible.

The current leader of the Sunstrider family, Anastarian Sunstrider, immediately ordered a dozen squadrons of rangers to rush to reinforce Dessom and fortify the surrounding fortresses upon receiving news of the undead's massive attack.

The elves reacted quickly, but alas, they were still a step too late.

As early as the day before the arrival of the elven reinforcements in Dysom, the undead forces led by Xue Huan had already captured the elven fortress and re-armed it as an outpost for the Quil Salas.

However, due to the fact that there were too many troops under Xue Huan's command, a full 350,000 undead troops, overlooking the sky, the sky was overwhelming, and the small Dysom simply could not accommodate so many people.

Therefore, Xue Huan had no choice but to follow the military strategic layout of his previous life and divide the entire undead army into three armies: front, middle, and rear. The front army was commanded by Gavon Rad, the central army was commanded by himself, and the rear army was handed over to Baron Rivendell.

In this way, except for the rear army, the rest of the undead troops all entered the land of ghosts, and under Xue Huan's orders, they began to pollute farmland and lakes on a large scale, and wantonly slaughtered all the living who could be seen.

Such a frustrating and fanfare approach naturally couldn't hide from the world-famous elf scouts, and by the time Xue Huan noticed these little ghosts, the news had already been sent far away.

Despite Kel'thugad's uneasy warnings in his heart, it didn't matter, Xue Huan had already assembled an army of terrifying size, and he had no doubt that he would be able to fight his way into this eternal realm of perfection and quickly break through to the Well of the Sun.

Standing on the canopy of a tall tree, Xue Huan made an umbrella in his hand, looking at the magnificent and exotic city in the north, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously hooked up a cold smile.

The Wraith Land originally belonged to the habitat of the Amani trolls, and they were somewhat similar to the Dakale trolls that Xue Huan had encountered, and belonged to one of the branches of the Elder Troll Empire.

It's home to species native to Azeroth, so you can't expect much of a good environment here.

The gloomy sky, the dim light, and the roads lined with plants that Xue Huan had never seen before, plus a little dirty, gray haze, made him feel like he had entered another world.

But he and the undead troops under his command liked such a quiet, dark place very much, Xue Huan took a breath of fresh air, and felt that the whole person was like a new life.

Treed is still busy directing the undead troops to lay out the defense line, and the biggest advantage for Xue Huan's undead army is that they don't have to think about food and morale, they only need to constantly invade, occupy, destroy, and resurrect the corpses scattered all over the mountains into zombies.

After capturing Dysom, the elven outpost fortress, Xue Huan also met these legendary High Elves.

Just like the elves in Norse mythology in the previous life, they are noble and cold, mostly female, with long pointed ears, hot bodies, delicate and smooth wheat-colored skin, and ethereal eyes that exude a seductive light.

It is no exaggeration to say that every high elf beauty brought to the human world will attract countless human males to snatch it, which is the charm of elf beauty.

But Xue Huan, who has become a death knight, is naturally not among them.

No matter how beautiful his face was, in Xue Huan's eyes, it was just a pair of skins, and at his command, the captives of the ranger troops who were in charge of guarding Daisom were slaughtered and resurrected as a waddling walking corpse.

Xue Huan couldn't help but get excited when he saw the good-looking, beautiful and glamorous female elves turn into ghouls with fangs and claws, hideous faces, and tangled flesh and blood under the evil witchcraft of the necromancer.

It seems that witnessing beautiful things being dominated by evil and curses has become a hobby for him, and he never gets tired of it.

Just as he was enjoying the pleasure, an untimely voice rang out.

"Master, we found a some... Well... There are some special elves. ”

The one who came to report was a necromancer shrouded in a black cloak, presumably a subordinate of Treed.

Xue Huan looked playfully at the trembling dark believer in front of him, and he wondered why the two old guys, Kel'thugad and Terred, especially Kelthugad, always hid these cursed cultists under a thick cloak and couldn't see their faces clearly.

Of course he knew it looked cool - after all, they were the Scourge of evil, domination, and destruction, and it would be a downgrade to show them easily.

But when it comes to performing tasks, it's just that, even if you usually dress up like this, it's inevitable...

To be honest, Xue Huan had to admit that the Great Lich had hidden this huge organization that had taken half a year to build up so well that even he, the leader of the entire Scourge, didn't even know any other necromancers except for Kel'thugad and Tried...

Thinking of this, Xue Huan stretched out his hand at the respectful necromancer in front of him, and said coldly: "Well, take me to see it immediately, besides, what is your name?"

Suddenly hearing Xue Huan's question, the man seemed to be a little incredulous, and after being stunned for about three seconds, he replied tremblingly: "Ao... O'Ryon Barov, tell the master, my name is O'Lynn Barov. ”

There was an indescribable excitement in his tone.

"I see. ”

Xue Huan nodded.

The Barov family?

It seems that this guy Kel'thugad has completely captured this cursed family and become a slave of the devil.

But that's fine, with the Psychic Academy guarding Daronmir, he is much more relieved, and those paladins who are entrenched in the Tirisfal Glade and the Valley of the Hearth also suffer.

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Half an hour later, surrounded by Orion Barov, Gavin Rade, and four ghouls, Xue Huan arrived at the elven dungeon.

Xue Huan noticed that even the rancid and dirty dungeon was engraved with quaint patterns that symbolized the elven royal family, and the dungeon was divided into two layers, and the stone walls were full of this mysterious pattern.

The elves in O'Ryon Barov's mouth were imprisoned at the bottom, and Xue Huan didn't know why those elves would detain his own kind, but there must be a big mystery behind such a mysterious incident.

Thinking of this, the corners of Xue Huan's mouth hung up with a trademark sly smile.

He couldn't wait.

Ghouls were constantly being greeted along the way, and it seemed that Orion Barov had ordered these ghouls to guard the place before notifying Xue Huan.

Seeing the arrival of Xue Huan, who was dressed in black armor and wearing a cloak, these little guys who were bloodthirsty and hideous in the past, and who were regarded as flood beasts by ordinary people, actually stood in two rows respectfully, shaking their heads excitedly like soldiers being reviewed.

After walking for about five minutes, Xue Huan and the others finally came to the bottom of the dungeon, where there was only one cell, and the sewage flowed sideways, emitting a pungent stench.

The torches lit up, the darkness faded, and Xue Huan saw the elf huddled in a corner covered with hay.

The dungeon was outrageously cold, and as a Death Knight, he naturally didn't feel anything, but the elf was only wearing a single coat, which could not completely cover the entire body, and the exposed arms and soles of the feet were frozen to the point of no blood.

Xue Huan noticed that her skin was not as white and clear as the elves she had encountered before, but was tinged with an unhealthy black purple.

The sudden light of the fire made her a little uncomfortable, but soon, the elf opened her eyes again and slowly met Xue Huan's indifferent gaze.

For a moment, Xue Huan was attracted by her calm and deep purple eyes, and there was no expression on her face, numbness and indifference were simply the best interpretation.

Perhaps she had been imprisoned for too long, and even her efforts to get up seemed a little difficult, and she tried to lean against the wall, moving slowly as if she was about to fall at any moment.

"What's your name?"

When the female elf fully stood up and slowly moved out of the corner, Xue Huan asked.

Looking at the extremely cold man in front of her in silence, the female elf hesitated for a moment before opening her mouth with difficulty: "Talisha." ”

(End of chapter)