The undead onslaught has caused the High Elves to suffer. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

This group of monsters who are not afraid of death and do not know pain have been attacking the last fortress of the High Elves for a second.

Silvermoon City, a beautiful and majestic city, is suffering from one of the most painful battles of attack and defense since its founding.

Every second, the High Elves die, and the dead High Elves will once again rise to their feet under the power of Frost Grief, take up arms, and aim at their former companions, comrades, and lovers.

"Go up! Give me all on top! ”

Lotherma Theron roared, slashing a skeleton of bones with her sword, his body stained with blood, his own, his own, and other elves, and of course, the blood of the undead, the green, foul-smelling, filthy liquid with a certain corrosive effect.

"Where's the Holy Light Bomb? Keep throwing me! Throw!!! ”

He stood on the walls of Silvermoon City, directing the battle here.

Ten **** nights have passed since the battle, and in these ten days, regardless of the damage of the undead, but as far as the high elves are concerned, they have actually reached the point of running out of oil and drying up. Today's High Elves are completely supported by one breath. This is already their last line of defense, and if it is lost, the whole of Quel'Thalas will be destroyed.

This is something that no elf wants to see, so even a child who is still underage, even if he can only release a small fireball the size of a fist, or can only swing a wooden toy sword, has gone into battle. This is a great battle for the survival of an entire race, and no one can leave it alone.

The Spellbreaker troops are finished, except for the last Royal Court Guard, the rest of the teams have all been pushed to the front line, but because of the number of undead, there are heavy casualties. This High Elf's most defended force is now dead and wounded. If you are a different unit, if you suffer more than half of the casualties, it will collapse 100 percent. The Spellbreaker forces simply came down, and were still fighting frantically with the enemy, blocking their tracks.

The Ranger Legion sent ten brigades, but only three remained, and four of the other seven brigades suffered heavy casualties and could no longer form an effective combat force. And the other three have even completely lost their formation, that is, all their team members are dead.

From the captain to the most ordinary ranger, no one retreated, no one fled, they fought to the last man, and they would rather die than hesitate for half a minute.

At present, the Ranger Legion can still keep a complete brigade, and there are only five reserves left, and these five reserves are also responsible for the security of the royal court, and they cannot be easily mobilized.

So now here on the city wall, the only ones that can be counted on are the Windranger Legion and the Wizard Legion.

The Windranger Legion is directly under the management of Sylvanas, which can be regarded as her private soldier, of course, it must not be in the name of a private soldier. The Windranger Legion is actually a force led by the Windranger family for generations, the Windranger is immortal, and the Windranger Legion is immortal.

And the Wizard Legion, the most powerful unit of the High Elves, is not one of them.

The Magician Legion controls thirty-six magic towers of all sizes in the entire Silvermoon City, and also controls all the magic machines, with five magician teams inside, each of which is led by an archmage, and its combat effectiveness is not terrifying.

Meteor showers that cover almost the entire sky are pouring down, always inflicting tons of damage on the undead. But it's a pity that there are many spellcasters inside the royal tomb. There are humans, elves, and some other races, such as the Dreadlord of the Demon King, as well as the magicians of the Cursed Sect who take the initiative to take refuge in the undead, these magicians may not be as strong as the mage legions of the High Elves, but they are superior in number, whenever the mages of the High Elves attack the undead with a wide range of mass damage spells, there will always be casters of these undead who will set their eyes on them, a dozen or even dozens of shadow arrows, even the archmage can't withstand such an attack.

Therefore, the loss of the High Elf Wizard Legion is also very huge, especially after the resurrected High Elf mage among the undead, this situation appears more frequently, and their own people know their own people best, these resurrected High Elves, they have the memory of the past, but they do not have the mind they once had; They have the strength they once had, but they will no longer regard the person in front of them as their companion.

And these resurrected High Elves are the most problematic existence for Lotherma.

Theoretically, these companions have a chance to reawaken their senses, but not now. He didn't dare and couldn't release the water, because behind him stood more people who were still alive.

However, the battlefield on the city wall is not the most important part after all, after all, the undead with the ability to fly and strike from a distance are a minority, and the truly tragic battlefield is below.

Legion of the Wanderer, Legion of the Windrunners, Legion of the Demon Breakers, Legion of the Priests, Legion of the Mages...... Almost all of the legions currently stationed in Quel'Salas were gathered here, numbering tens of thousands, to resist the onslaught of the hundreds of thousands of undead.

Sea-like skeletons, hordes of zombies and ghouls, erratic banshees, powerful stitching monsters, dark spells and charging death knights, swarms that can always strike suddenly from underground...... There are too many, there are too many undead, and there are too many strong men fighting on the ground.

Even though the High Elves have fought everything, they are still gradually unable to do so, and the defense line has retreated again and again, and the Shepherd's Gate is already in danger, and it may be broken through at any time.

And now, an even more dangerous situation has occurred - Alsace is at the forefront of the front.

"Sylvanas Windranger, a descendant of the Windrunner family, the most prominent Ranger of the High Elves."

Arthas just casually stretched out his hand and knocked the arcane arrow away, and Arthas sat on the invincible back, looking at the delicate female elf not far away with an expressionless face.

"Arthas, you traitor to humanity."

Sylvanas was about to bite off her silver teeth, and she wanted to break the man in blue and black armor in front of her, but she couldn't do it, there was already a gap in the strength of the two, and the other party rested for a long time before going to the battlefield. And what about her? More than a thousand undead have died under her bow and arrows, and thousands of draws of the bow have made her arms tingle and the magic in her body exhausted...... If it's a jungle fight, if it's one-on-one, she's confident that she'll be able to hold off Arthas and maybe even defeat him.

But in today's environment, all her abilities are basically useless, and in the face of this task, which has stood at the pinnacle of mortal creatures, even she has gradually developed a desperate mood.

"A traitor? Say whatever you want. As long as I can defeat you, and all of you, no one will dare to call me a traitor. If all the creatures in this world become undead, I will be your king, and when the time comes, I believe you will change your mind a little. ”

Arthas sneered and drew the long sword at his waist, and a wave of cold death power erupted.

The surrounding undead seemed to have entered a state of rage, and the attack became more violent, and Sylvanas, who was standing in the midst of the storm, kept trembling with the storm, and the hand holding the longbow gradually became weak.

"I will kill you, but rest assured, I will give you a new life, and perhaps only by truly becoming one of us will you understand the true meaning of life and rejoice in this transformation."

Arthas said, suddenly urging the invincible under his crotch to charge.

What a great mount the invincible is, and it only takes a single move from Arthas to fully comprehend the slightest hint of its master. The four hooves of the burning fire of the dead flew and turned into a black light with its master, Arthas, through the dense army of the undead, as if no one had passed, completely ignoring all obstacles along the way, and appeared in front of Sylvanas without hindrance.

Then, the sword was raised high.

"Die, Ranger."

The blade of the sword fell.

"No!"

The city walls let out an earth-shattering roar, but they couldn't stop Arthas's sword.

He could only watch the cold light quickly approach Sylvanas, and even Sylvanas himself had closed his eyes, waiting for death to come.

It's not that she doesn't want to resist, it's that she's powerless to resist.

Unfortunately, it didn't make it until the man returned.

A thought flashed through Sylvanas's mind.

He is also a hero, he has even gone to find an artifact, as long as he finds a powerful artifact, he may be able to suppress the three heroic-level powerhouses of the Undead Scourge with his own strength. If that's the case, maybe everything can still be saved.

It's a pity, he's been gone for ten days, and there's been no news for ten days, maybe he's given up all this, maybe he doesn't care about the High Elves at all, maybe......

"It's so easy to give up resistance, it's not my Sylvanas."

A familiar voice suddenly sounded in my ears, fluttering and uncertain.

Sylvanas's heart trembled, could it be that he was already hallucinating?

But the next second......

"Arthas, let's meet again!"

It was still that familiar voice, and it felt very far away when the first word came out, and when the last word landed, it was almost close.

Along with it, there was a terrifying whistling sound.

At this moment, almost everyone's eyes were looking in the direction where the sound came from, and even the sound of fighting on the battlefield could not hide it.

In everyone's sight, a red light flickered in the distance, then quickly became solid, and then rapidly grew larger.

In just one or two breaths, a figure that seemed to be burning with a raging fire flew from thousands of meters away, the whistling sound was the sound of him tearing the air, and his own voice, loud, powerful, firm, just hearing his voice, it was inexplicably full of strength.

The "fireball" descended quickly, and Arthas's face changed visibly drastically, and he jerked around and raised his sword.

Rumble!

The fireball crashed into him, the man in the fireball, to be exact, and Arthas collided.

The two weapons collided in mid-air, producing a roar that even drowned out the surrounding sounds in turn. And the shockwave that erupted from the place of contact overturned all living beings and undead within a hundred meters of the surrounding area.

Click!

The invincible who followed Arthas for thousands of miles finally couldn't withstand such an impact, and his hooves were weak, and he lay on the ground.

Caught off guard, Arthas lost his center of gravity, and was rushed by Duten's impact, the whole person tumbled and fell to the ground, the helmet also fell, and the person rolled on the ground more than a dozen times, and the whole person entered the interior of the Shepherd's Gate before stopping.

Hundreds of thousands of undead stormed the defense line that failed to break through for ten days, and was finally broken through by him, the leader of the undead scourge, but the painting style is a little unsightly, the great licking in the prince, the future lich king...... Well, a little embarrassed.

"Limu ......"

Arthas got up from the ground, and after losing his helmet, he revealed his handsome appearance.

The Star of Lordaeron really deserves its name, even if it has become an undead, it still does not lose its original handsomeness.

It's a pity that he is still not as good as he was back then.

His blonde hair, which was loved by countless young girls in the past, has now turned into a dead ash. The handsome face is full of death, although it is still very handsome, but unfortunately the dark circles under his eyes are a little ugly, like a long-term addict. Those eyes that were once as bright as stars are now also in ashes. All in all, handsomeness is still lost, but that heroism is gone.

"Hahahaha, I haven't seen you for a few days, your wound has healed. Even though I knew it wouldn't bother you, I'm a little disappointed that you've recovered so easily. ”

Du Teng laughed, his face was enthusiastic, not at all like two people who were fighting for life and death.

Arthas didn't laugh, he couldn't laugh, his muscles were already frozen...... Even if he didn't freeze, he couldn't laugh, because he could feel the power in his body.

Du Teng thought he had dispersed the power of the blood, but in fact he didn't.

After all, he didn't have much time, he didn't want to be beaten back from Dalaran by Kael'thas and there were many other reasons why he had to speed up his attack. What's more, Duten's power is not so easy to dispel, Arthas can do it, but again, his time is limited and he can't waste too much.

So he finally chose to suppress it temporarily.

Using the power of Frost Sorrow to press that blood power into the deepest part of his body, there was no problem in the first place.

But this time they met, he actually found that the power that was suppressed by himself was still rising, and what was even more unacceptable was that the power released by the man opposite himself was also much stronger than before.

"Why is this ......happening?"

Arthas frowned, and subconsciously, his gaze looked at the weapon in Duten's hand.

It was a weapon he had never seen before, but it was definitely a weapon no less than Frost Sorrow, because in the brief contact just now, he had already felt the power of the Holy Light contained in it, and he even heard Frost Sorrow's wail.

Artifact!

There is no doubt that it is an artifact.

And a heroic warrior with an artifact...... For the first time, Alsace's forehead broke out in an uncontrollable cold sweat, and for the first time since he pulled out the frost sorrow. (To be continued.) )