On the continent of Kalimdor, while the newborn tribe was growing as strong and stubborn as a small grass, the army of the undead attacked again. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

This time, a troll suddenly appeared in the army of the undead.

"These bastards ......"

Sylvanas snorted, his face as cold as ice.

They had speculated more than once about the reason for the sudden halt of the army of the undead, but no one had ever imagined that Arthas would set his sights on the trolls.

The entire establishment of Quel'Thalas is a history of a conquest between the High Elves and the Trolls, which ended in the victory of the High Elves. And the cause of this thousand-year-long war is precisely because the land where the High Elves are standing originally belonged to trolls. And the whole of Quel'Thalas, built on the holy land of trolls, Amani.

Underneath are the corpses of countless troll ancestors, and this is where trolls value the most. As a result, the High Elves were occupied, and the war had to last for a thousand years, during which there were also periods of High Elves and humans joining forces, and although the trolls were quite an ancient race, they also had an incomparably brilliant civilization and an extremely large empire. It's a pity that they are too widely distributed, and there are trolls almost everywhere in Azeroth, and this extremely wide distribution makes it impossible for them to gather great power.

With a series of changes in antiquity, the trolls eventually retired from the altar, and other races began to rise one after another.

And now, the trolls have declined, except for a few troll tribes that still have strong strength, the other troll tribes have become very weak. But this does not include Amani trolls. In fact, if it weren't for the High Elves and humans joining forces, and also removing something as magical as the Magic Shield to intimidate superstitious trolls, the trolls wouldn't have been so easy to defeat.

And now, the living trolls have not returned for the time being, but the dead trolls have once again risen from the depths of the earth. Their green skin has turned blue-gray because it has been buried in the ground all year round and has no life, and now it is awakened by the power of the undead, and their complexion has directly turned blue-black.

A large group of blue-black trolls, with all kinds of weapons in their hands, hunched and hunched, but with vigorous gait and infinite strength, the spear in their hand became their most powerful weapon, in the hands of the troll, the accuracy of the spear was comparable to that of the elven arrow, but the spear was heavier and the impact was stronger. Spears pierced through the sky, pinning the elves to the ground, and although the priests had tried their best to heal and even gave up attacking the undead, they could not stop the fact that more and more elves were dying.

"Can't wait."

Seeing that the defense line was precarious, it could be broken at any time, and this was only the first attack, if even this time could not be stopped, the morale of these elven soldiers would be completely destroyed, and Sylvanas would not even dare to think about the consequences.

"Prepare the Holy Light Bomb."

From the method of making the Holy Light Bomb, then Sunny Wind Village turned into a large factory, and one by one the Holy Light Bombs were manufactured and preserved, and to this day, thousands of large bombs and thousands of small bombs have been stored. The big one was the size of a human head, and once it exploded, it was enough to sweep away the undead within a radius of 100 meters. The small one is the size of the walnut that Du Teng used before, and one can cover a range of more than ten meters.

Sylvanas was originally going to use these things again after a while, and the priests and mages of the large army had already retreated and returned to Silvermoon City, where to continue to make bombs, and these bombs here must delay the enemy's footsteps as much as possible, preferably for more than a week, which is enough time for the High Elves to make enough bombs to destroy all the undead army.

But alas, Arthas also seems to understand this, he seems to know how many priests there are in the High Elves, so he doesn't intend to give the elves a chance to fight back, hundreds of thousands - supplemented by the corpses of Amani's countless troll ancestors - the army of the undead, swarming, and not paying attention to any military strategy, rushed over. It was like a raging flood that began to destroy the elves' defenses.

From the beginning of the war to now, it has only been a little more than an hour, and the elves have already shown signs that they will not be able to hold on, and if they wait any longer, the defense line will really be finished.

At this pass, Sylvanas can't help but be reluctant, in order to protect more clansmen, in order to protect Silvermoon City in the rear, even if she is reluctant to let these bombs go, even if they are not in line with her strategic goals, she must do it.

"Prepare ......"

Sylvanas raised her longbow and swung it hard.

"Throw!"

Some of the stronger elves threw out the holy light bombs in their hands, and in the next second, golden mushrooms rose from the undead army, and all the covered undead fell to the ground with a wail, how could it be these trolls who had just been revived, they were immersed in the power of the undead for a shorter time, and relatively more fragile, and the carrion fell from their bodies like rain, soon revealing the black bones inside. These bones also cracked rapidly under the light of the Holy Light, and then crumbled and collapsed at an even faster rate.

Invisible to the naked eye, the vanguard troops of the army of the undead were like cutting wheat, and they were stubble shorter.

It's a pity that there are too many undead, and the troll necropolis of Zuaman has provided Alsace with at least a hundred thousand troops. You must know that in the entire Eastern Kingdom, the total strength of the Undead Scourge is only more than 200,000, and many of them are only the most basic skeleton soldiers, and the sources are also ordinary human civilians.

Now there are more than 100,000 troops all at once, these new undead are all powerful trolls before their deaths, and their individual strength is much stronger than that of humans, as long as Arthas is given some more time, these undead trolls can definitely sweep the entire Eastern Kingdom, not the High Elves, none of Dalaran Gilnis, no one can stop them.

Fortunately, what Arthas lacks most now is time, and the Lich King's orders change almost every day, so he can only send these immature trolls to the front. But even if it is an immature undead troll, the number of hundreds of thousands is terrifying enough, piled up in front of the defense line of Qingfeng Village, the naked eye can't even see the edge, as long as it is within sight, the entire mountains and fields south of Qingfeng Village are full of undead.

It's terrible, no wonder the undead become the enemy of all living beings, not only do they defile the dead, but what is even more terrifying is that these guys are able to replenish the soldiers, they are simply cheating.

In the face of so many enemies, even if you are as proud as the High Elves and as proud as Sylvanas, you can't help but feel a little desperate and powerless.

"Go up, the Holy Light Bomb continues to prepare!"

In order to buy more time in the rear, Sylvanas had to completely mess up his defensive plan. Her plan, the Holy Light Bomb would not actually appear on the battlefield until at least two days later, and now, the first day of the battle, and not long after the war began, it was really difficult for her to accept.

And don't forget, at this moment, the four brigades of her Windrunner Legion are the most elite troops in Quel'Salas, and they can't resist for too long when facing the undead. She couldn't help but think of Olena, her subordinate, the male elf who was in charge of guarding the South Gate. Originally, in her influence, this Olena could only be regarded as an upper-middle level.

And now that he thinks about it, he can rely on those patchwork miscellaneous soldiers to last so long, although there is also an element of exchanging space for time, but it is also very remarkable, and now he has personally experienced the horror of the undead natural disaster, Sylvanas asked himself if it was himself, I am afraid that he would not be able to do better.

Of course, this battle is so difficult, and there is no lack of undead trolls in it. However, the defensive forces at this time were stronger than those at that time, so if you only talk about the results of the battle, the two are almost not up and down.

"Damn...... These, these monsters ......"

Sylvanas almost crushed a mouthful of silver teeth. She couldn't help but hallucinate, what would happen if the eldest sister was here? Will the eldest sister be able to stop these enemies? What if it's a little sister? Xiaomei definitely can't, but what if Xiaomei helps herself? What if there is a little sister by the side to cooperate with him? These armies of the undead...... Can it still be stopped?

The final answer, of course, is no.

The undead are terrifying.

Their strength may not be strong enough, they may not be agile enough, they may not have great magical power, they may not even have the so-called formation and coordination, if you really say so, the undead are not strong. They didn't even have decent armor, they hadn't even been trained for even a minute. But they have numbers, they have an almost constant supply of soldiers.

In this land, there have been many trolls, elves and humans who have fallen, and these can become a source of soldiers for the undead.

And the people who die in battle now will soon become new undead.

At the same time, they are not afraid of pain, there is no so-called morale, and they are not afraid of life and death, and the undead can march more than a thousand miles a day without any baggage, and no formed ground force can surpass them in this regard. No unit can die to the last man, but the undead can.

That's the power of the undead, they can even attack continuously, minute by minute.

But the elves can't, they can't defend 24 hours a day, they need to rest, they know fear and pain, they will lose if their companions die too much, they will despair if the enemy attacks too hard, now everyone can still support it with the idea of protecting the clansmen, once this last idea collapses, all the troops, and even all the elves will collapse.

No, I'm afraid I won't be able to wait for that time.

The collapse of the magic net has already caused many ordinary elves to start to have problems.

They can't adapt to a life without magic, although the power of the sunwell is still there, and the loss of the magic net is at most a relative lack of magic around the body, but it is still much superior to other places. But even so, the elves who are accustomed to abundant magic power still have many people who are unwell.

A small number of people even have more severe symptoms and have fallen into the level of mild madness.

Although the vast majority of elves can still hold on, who knows how long these undead will attack, even if the undead are repulsed, but once this time is delayed for too long, more elves will fall into madness. This symptom had never appeared before, but now the magic net suddenly disappeared, and all the problems inside the elves were exposed at once, as well as the enemies from the outside world...... How can we overcome this difficulty?

Sylvanas looked worried, and couldn't help but feel a little desperate in his heart.

"Fill the magic stone."

However, at this moment, a man's voice suddenly came to her ear.

Sylvanas was slightly stunned, her face suddenly showed joy, she turned her head to look in the direction where the voice came from, the prince of the human kingdom, was directing the human soldiers belonging to him to equip some special armor, which looked like the armor of the arm, but in fact it was thicker, and it seemed to have some special mechanisms.

By the way, this man, won't this man lead his people to defeat the undead? If there is any help he has for himself...... Maybe, no, definitely, definitely, definitely, definitely!

Sylvanas couldn't help but put all her hopes on Duten.

And Duten didn't disappoint her.

With his command, the human soldier pulled out a round stone from the cloth bag he carried with him. Sylvanas recognized it at a glance, it was a special magic crystal, a crystal that could contain magic power, similar to an arcane crystal, except that at this time, these magic crystals were all golden light, and what was contained in them was obviously the power of holy light.

Can the power of the Holy Light also be infused into the magic crystal?

The light in Sylvanas's eyes lit up slightly, the elves only used this crystal to contain arcane energy before, although they also thought of containing the power of holy light in the past, but failed. But if you look at it now, it's clear that this idea is correct, and maybe you just need to reinvent the model......

This is also where elves are inferior to humans, although humans have risen for a short time, they are really not worth mentioning compared to elves. But why did humans possess powers comparable to or even surpass elves in such a short period of time? The speed of birth is one thing, and humans are actually better at learning than elves, and at inventing new knowledge on top of the original.

Just like these hedrons containing the power of the Holy Light, the human beings thought of transforming them to achieve the purpose of containing the Holy Light, but the elves did not think of this, this is the gap.

An irreparable gap between races!

One by one, the hedrons were sent into the mechanism of the arm, and then the human soldiers formed a neat line, quickly came to the front line, interspersed among the elven soldiers, raised their arms, and aimed at the undead in front of them.

Then, with Du Teng's order.

Woo Woo ......

A sharp sound of breaking the air sounded, and in the next second, a very small holy beam of light **** came out and hit the undead in front of him, and the offensive momentum of the undead army suddenly stagnated. (To be continued.) )