"Woo! woo!!"

The loud sound of the horn resounded through Silvermoon City.

The slightly older High Elves knew that this was a sign that war was coming.

And they knew better that it had only been a year since the last time the dull trumpet sounded.

The commoners had received a call from the royal family of the Sunstriders, and they silently packed up all their belongings, carrying large bags and small bags, and followed the guidance of the Phoenix Guardians in an orderly manner to take refuge in different places.

Everyone's hearts were heavy, and they all knew clearly that here, the glorious Phoenix City they had relied on for thousands of years, was about to become a place of war again.

Some of the elves remembered the horrors of the Troll War and the Second Orc War, the scene of the evacuation of the whole country, they had tasted the war, even though they knew that the enemy was even more frantic and terrifying, but they also hoped that Quel'Thalas would survive the disaster.

In the main city, male High Elves in the prime of life line up to receive their armor and weapons.

The High Elves have always been full of nostalgia for this land, and they are proud and emotional and unwilling to abandon the country and flee, so many of them volunteer to join the army.

But no matter how noble and heroic this voluntary act was, it couldn't hide the panic in the hearts of the people in Silvermoon City right now.

Mountains of supplies are piled up on the once-bustling golden streets, and rows of neatly aligned High Elf soldiers patrol back and forth.

Everyone's faces were covered with gloomy clouds, and even the rain fell in the air from time to time, casting a gray veil over Silvermoon City.

King Anastarian, dressed in golden uniform, stood on the tower of the Sunwell Heights, overlooking the far south.

The view is so expansive that you can once see the quiet and peaceful village of Sunny Wind, the sacred Eastern Pagoda, and the rolling hills.

But now, the land of death is a place of death, where the lake has dried up and polluted, and the lush forests have long since decayed.

The black, oppressive, ant-like army of death stretched endlessly, enveloping the entire sky.

He felt... It's depressing.

He still miscalculated.

I didn't expect those guys to progress so fast, in less than three days, they had already occupied most of Quel'Thalas, and now the entire Quel'Thalas was only around Silvermoon City and Queldanus was still under his control.

It was only then that Anastarian vaguely realized that something was wrong.

Those guys... Maybe it's even more terrifying and more difficult to deal with than the orcs back then.

"Speed up the movement of civilians! Go to the Isle of the Sun, go to Quildanus! Those guys are almost there! This will soon be a battlefield!!"

The Sun King put his hands on the windows of the mage's tower, and the herald behind him quickly recorded the king's orders, not daring to slack off.

Anastarian rubbed his temples, this time the war strategy was extraordinary.

From the information gathered, it seems that those terrifying undead scourge have the terrifying spell to resurrect the dead into zombies and continue to fight, in the face of this level of war, civilians simply cannot be ignored, once they are killed, they will almost immediately become the enemy's source of soldiers!

So to protect civilians is to ensure victory in this war!

Under this terrifying power, he felt the pressure for the first time, even though Anastarian knew that the power of the magic net enchantment around Silvermoon City was huge, but the uneasiness that spread in his heart still lingered.

"Stand down, go ahead and make arrangements. ”

Anastarian waved his hand, and as the herald was about to retreat, the Sun King seemed to think of something, and replied, "Call General Sylvanas, General Lotherma, General Haduron, Master Darkan, and Master Rothman, I have something to say to them before this war begins." ”

"Yes, Your Majesty!!"

On the walls of Silvermoon City, rows of elven warriors stood neatly.

They were the Phoenix Dynasty's most elite ranger troops, with a golden longbow in their hands, a Queldore's sword at their waist, and their gilded armor glittering in the setting sun.

This armor is smelted from the ore of Quel'Salas's special material, and although it looks bulky and heavy, it does not feel a burden when worn on the body, and is perfect for High Elven warriors who are looking for dexterity and agility.

If Xue Huan's army of death brought fear and despair to the people of Lordaeron.

For these High Elves, the ghouls, abominations, and zombies and skeletons that they are about to face are a desecration of their sacred territory.

The High Elves are sacrosanct, at least in their eyes, the existence of these filthy and filthy undead creatures is a defilement of the sacred.

There was also hesitation in their eyes, and there was also fear of the unknown, but they believed in themselves more, believing in this Silvermoon City that had been standing for thousands of years.

There is a belief in the heart of every elf:

The enemy is not terrible, we have experienced the troll war, the second orc war, we have dealt with those hideous guys, what else is there to be afraid of?

Jarvis is a High Elf who has just come of age and is also a new recruit who has just joined the army.

He had not experienced the troll war in the past, nor had he experienced the second orc war, and at that time, he was still a minor high elf.

His idol is Aurelia Windranger, the great woman who traveled alone to Lordaeron to seek reinforcements during the Second Orc War. He has had a heroic dream since he was a child, and he has always longed to join the elite troops of the Sun Chaser Royal Court, and until today, he has finally fulfilled his dream.

However, what he didn't expect was that just a month after joining the High Elf Guard, a terrible natural disaster came...

"Toniel, Toniel, you say... What the hell are those guys?"

The dark space was filled with military supplies to resist foreign enemies, a brewery south of Silvermoon City, and the original boss and his men had already packed up their bags and taken refuge on Quelldanas Island because of the impending war.

General Lotherma Theron, who led the army to guard the southern gates of Silvermoon City, transformed the brewery into a temporary strategic point to store military supplies and troops to resist the onslaught of the undead.

"I've heard it's some strange creatures. Toniel, who was on high alert on the side, replied thoughtfully, with his chin lined.

Jarves' eyes widened, his pointed ears erected, and he asked again, "Better than... Are those orcs still terrifying?"

Although Yarvis had taken refuge on Queldanus Island with his parents a year earlier, and had not personally participated in the Second Orc War, when the war was over, the soldiers who had been withdrawn from the front line said that the fanged, hideous-looking, and explosive muscles of the Orcs were quite murderous, and they had paid a great deal of money, even joining forces with human soldiers, to drive those guys out of the land of Azeroth.

Whenever Jarvis listened intently to the soldiers' stories, he felt as if he had personally participated in that war, and it was from that moment that he made it one of his life goals to join the army and dedicate his passion and life to Silvermoon City.

"I don't know. Toniel shook his head.

Dressed in golden phoenix armor, Toniel has long golden hair, pointed ears, handsome facial features, and a straight posture that is also the signature appearance of Queldore. He and Yalves are fellow countrymen, both from Torvasa.

Toniel looked at the dark and quiet cellar, stuffed with all kinds of weapons and food, and dozens of elven warriors sitting on the ground, waiting for orders from the front.

"But I heard from those who fled from Sunny Wind Village that there are a lot of enemies this time, and the momentum is huge, I'm afraid..."Toniel sighed and continued softly, "I'm afraid... It's an uphill battle!"

Jarvis was a little stunned, although it was dark in the cellar, the elf's keen hearing and hearing still allowed him to catch a hint of gloom in Toniel's eyes.

This guy...

Yalvis swore that he had never seen such a depressed Toniel since he was a child, and he was always so confident, so cheerful and sunny.

They had also made a bet that whoever bought Charlotte's favorite enchantment material first in a month would have a chance to pursue her.

But now...

"Hey, cheer up, friend. ”

Jarvis patted his friend on the shoulder and cheered him on, "Aren't you just some little ass, promise me, believe in yourself, and believe in General Lotherma, General Sylvanas, and His Majesty the Great Sun King Aristarian!!"

Feeling the sinking of his shoulders, Toniel's heart was comforted, and he squeezed a smile from the corner of his mouth, "Thank you, good brother." ”

In fact, he didn't tell Jarvis that he had seen those ghosts wandering around Silvermoon City a few days ago.

He saw with his own eyes several strange-looking creeping creatures knocking down a patrolling comrade, then brutally dissecting the corpse of his comrade, and then tearing out the internal organs mixed with dirty blood, and slowly eating them.

Toniel used to think he was the bold type, but when the scene of a few days ago did happen to him, he found his heart trembling - was that kind of fierce and terrible thing the enemy they were about to face?

He didn't dare to imagine...

However, Jarvis didn't know what Toniel was thinking now, he just thought that his good brother was a little nervous before the battle, and when he was about to say something to comfort Tonier, a dull noise came from outside the cellar.

"Knock Knock Knock !!"

"What's wrong?!!!

"What's ?!!?"

The cellar, which had been quiet, suddenly became noisy.

Obviously, the dozens of elven warriors in the cellar were very sensitive to hearing and hearing, and they also heard a trembling sound.

Just when everyone was in a fog and at a loss, the cellar door opened, the light shone in, and a very tight warrior wrapped in golden armor hurried in.

"Everybody get ready to go up the walls, those... Coming this way for us!!"

(End of chapter)