Just as Sylvanas led his troops to carry out the "Silvermoon City Cleanup Plan", on the other side, the huge and terrifying dark forces had surrounded the entire Silvermoon City.

Just like when they attacked the Human Federation, Stratholme and Lordaeron.

Before the entire army of the undead had even fully attacked the interior of Silvermoon City, the entire Eternal Song Forest was contaminated by the terrifying, death-filled plague virus.

Ever since Xue Huan discovered the benefits of the disease plague, every time before the start of the war, he would order his necromancers to make a large number of virus throwing packs, and where to throw these poison cloud packets, after a few minutes, it would become a "replenishment ground" for the undead natural disaster.

Surrendering without a fight - this is the most common technique used by Xue Huan when playing strategy games in his previous life.

And now, as the commander of the entire army of the undead, he is also practicing this idea of war. After all, there is still a long way to go in the future, and how strong this terrifying undead army can be depends on his will.

Of course, in the continent of Azeroth, personal strength is also one of the most critical factors.

"I'm coming, little ones. ”

As Xue Huan, who had already stepped into the seventh order and half of his feet had stepped into the lord level, these elven miscellaneous soldiers in front of him, who were only level 2 or 3, were just ants blocking his way, and it was almost effortless to destroy.

"Death Grip !!"

The hoarse voice was like the moaning of a demon god.

With the cold frost sorrow waving, a black and purple energy snaked out, and before several nearby elf warriors who were fighting could react, the terrifying chains had already wrapped around their waists, and then Xue Huan clenched his fist hard, and these elf warriors were fiercely torn in half, and their flesh and blood were blurred.

"Crimson blood..."Xue Huan sneered at the corner of his mouth, his bone-white hair was dyed with a hint of blood red from the splattered flesh, "It's really a desperate delicacy." ”

With a withered face, a miserable white complexion, sunken eye sockets, a black tattered cloak, and a black skull and bone armor, Xue Huan, who had temporarily abandoned Trothas, went straight from the rear army to the front army, standing on the Silver Moon City Wall, and the death aura that emanated from him alone was thicker than those undead creatures around him, making the elves around him shudder.

"Shadow Strike !!"

Before the elves could react, a foul breath of death suddenly came.

Faced with the devastating energy, an armor-clad elven warrior with a strong personality gritted his teeth and held the Quel'Salas blade in his hand to block it head-on.

"Bang !!"

The sound of steel shattering rang out.

In the face of the dark energy that could destroy everything, the elven warrior was decapitated before he could even say a word, and his body was then stirred into meat sauce by the terrifying dark energy.

"Hiss~"

As he touched the light blue soul and sank into the cold and evil two-handed sword, Xue Huan clearly felt that his strength had strengthened again.

Leaping to the seventh-order death knight, with the skyrocketing of strength, and at the same time swelling wildly, there is also Xue Huan's dead heart.

Violence, ferocity, evil, chaos, disorder... Countless complicated consciousnesses emerged from the bottom of his heart and filled his mind.

"That's it, purge this continent and make them your believers, the spokesmen of death!!"

The cold whisper was like electricity, coming from the cold blade of the sword, reaching deep into the brain.

The thick green tendons on Xue Huan's forehead continued to burst out, and the human side of his soul was erased a lot, and he gradually continued to develop in the direction of a true demon.

He clearly felt that the magic sword in his hand was lighter, and he could use it more flexibly, and in addition, his desire for blood, death, and destruction became more and more uncontrollable.

The long, narrow, snake-like bright red tongue licked through the chapped lips, and the feeling of unexpected thirst.

"Boom !!"

There was a huge commotion on the other side, and Xue Huan didn't even need to look at it, he knew that it was his abominants who had carved a passage in the Silver Moon City Wall in the face of a hail of bullets, a passage that allowed those elves to die.

Together with the ghouls who rushed to the city walls, the death knights who were abandoned by the Holy Light, Gavinrad Doom held the corroded Holy Silver Sword aloft and slashed left and right on the city walls, and any enemy locked by his Yin Owl vision would be torn in half in the next second.

The "Knights of the Apocalypse" has always been the core secret weapon that Xue Huan has focused on cultivating and building, and there are currently two generals, Gavenrad and Baron Rivandell.

After settling all the war matters in the Eastern Kingdom, he will screen out two more Death Knights whose strength is above the sixth order, expand the "Knights of the Apocalypse" to 4 people, and infuse them with dark energy essence, so that they can become the strongest weapons to subvert the entire Azeroth continent in the future.

Gavenrad was a sixth-order paladin before his death, even after he died and was resurrected by Xue Huan as a death knight, his strength has always been stable at around the fifth order, plus the power he uses is the dark power that overpowers Azeroth, so these most ordinary elven warriors are not enough for him to kill.

In just a few minutes, Gavenrad's path was already filled with corpses, red blood smeared the walls of the Silver Moon, and the sound of anger rang out through the battlefield as he grinned and pinched the head of a writhing elven warrior to cut it off.

"Stop! you devil!!"

The depraved Gavin Rad pursed his lips disdainfully as he glanced at the High Elf warrior in military uniform who was staring at him with an angry face.

Although Gavin Rad doesn't have much self-awareness now, he is still able to have a keen insight into the aura of a strong man.

At least the fifth order, this is the information that comes back to Gavonrad's mind.

The Fallen Death Knight felt the blood boiling from battle, and he threw the elven warrior in his hand under the city wall, smirked and raised his weapon again, and rushed towards the High Elf warrior...

In less than a day, with the combination of the elven traitor Darkan's internal and external alliances, Silvermoon City's outermost defenses had almost collapsed.

Although there are still no less than 10,000 elven warriors guarding the city walls, even the Sun King Anastari, who has been keeping an eye on the situation of the war, knows very well that it is the general trend to be forced to abandon the outer walls and defend the Sun Well.

In that realm full of magical energy, they might as well fight and stay here with no chance of winning.

Yangfan Harbor, the only large port on the territory of the High Elf Empire, Quel'Thalas, who spent nearly a thousand years building the Yangfan Fleet, is anchored here, this fleet of only 72 large and small ships, although the number is far inferior to the Kurtiras Invincible Fleet that crisscrosses the sea, and even the number of standing ships in Lordaeron cannot reach.

But this is the second largest fleet in the entire Eastern Continent, because these 72 ships are all magical ships, which even the most powerful country on the sea, Kurtiras, can't do.

But now, this fleet, which was supposed to be at the mouth of the inland river and cooperate with the ground forces to attack the undead, had stayed in Yangfan Harbor for a whole day, and outside the port, a long line of more than thirty refugees was quickly boarding the ship under the maintenance of the elven sailors.

The smoke of gunfire was everywhere, and the flames of war roared!!

Silvermoon City has been completely reduced to the battlefield of Quel'Thalas and the Horrific Scourge Legion, and even the most stubborn people have to choose to leave their homeland under the high intensity of the battle.

They will be sent to the town of Southsea, land in the hills of Hillsbrad, and disperse to the Tallenmir and Arathi Highlands, and a small number of young people with a certain combat ability will be sent to the East Dalon Mill region to temporarily join the Knights of the Silver Hand and hone their martial arts skills on the battlefield of West Darloomir.

When the Sunstrider royal family launches a counterattack, they will be able to enter the Wraith Land through the Elven Gate of Stratholme and cooperate with the royal family to clean up the undead that have been flooded.

Many people are secretly wiping away tears, the clouds of war are shrouded, even the high elves who are nostalgic for their homeland have to temporarily give up this land where they have lived for thousands of years, you know, even the former orc wars have not forced them to abandon their homeland.

But this time it's different...

This is a great transfer of more than 500,000 people, even if the extremely fast Sunny Sail Fleet is running at full capacity, it will take at least 12 days to transport all the people, but after Anastarian sent a letter to Admiral Dailen Prodmore, the controller of Kurtiras, in his capacity as the Sunstutter royal family, the wise general who had fought against the Orcs with the High Elves, had replied, saying that the Fourth Fleet of Kurtilas would leave immediately and arrive in Sunny Sail Harbor in four days to assist the High Elf civilians in the transfer.

This is definitely the best news the Sun King has heard in these days!

Yangfan Port, which was once not very lively, is now crowded, and the bustling Yangfan Port has become crowded.

The High Elf civilians all showed more or less tired expressions, and at this moment, a blue light flashed, and in the surprised eyes of the people, a small group of people in bright costumes appeared in the port, and the three people led by them, one of them had an elegant appearance, long golden hair and a shawl, wearing a red robe printed with the phoenix logo, fiery red eyebrows and blue eyes, which were outstanding at a glance.

The other two, although they couldn't tell how peculiar they were from the outside, could tell from their robes and the badge on their chests that they were from the magical kingdom of Dalaran.

"It seems that we are not too late, gentlemen. The man at the head of the group smiled at the corner of his mouth, but his heroic brows were always furrowed, as if he was not happy.

"Of course, Your Royal Highness. ”

Another gray-robed mage to his left chimed in, "The situation of this war will never be so simple!"

"Then, let's go..."

Taking a deep breath, they disappeared again from the crowd with the whisper of the leader and the surprised gazes of the elves around them.

(End of chapter)