No one expected that the High Elves would be defeated so simply and so quickly, including Du Teng. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Everyone, including the High Elves themselves, felt that these few days of rest had given them a chance to regroup.

The previous ten days of offensive and defensive battles had exhausted the energy of all the elves, and they urgently needed such a period of rest. In fact, the undead's actions were tantamount to passively giving them this opportunity, and all the elves who participated in that battle took advantage of the gap in the past few days to recover their strength and energy, and they waited for the undead to attack again.

And this time, it is the ultimate life and death, no one will take half a step back, even if they fight to the last person, they will hold the well of the sun.

No one doubted the High Elves' courage, let alone their combat effectiveness, after all, the High Elves' fleet was also one of the strongest fleets in the world, second only to the naval fleet of Kurtiras.

But as soon as the battle broke out, the situation took a turn for the worse.

The undead who drove the improvised fleet were so overwhelming that they crushed the High Elves fleet in just one encounter.

The mighty fleet didn't even last more than three hours before the entire line of defense was torn to shreds, and countless undead poured onto Quelldanus Island, some from the bottom of the sea, some from the ship, and no matter what the method, these undead did it.

They defeated the High Elves, who could be called the top powerful clan in the continent, and were beaten to the ground by the undead without the power to resist.

Not only the navy is not powerful, ground battles, the High Elves are also in a trough.

I don't know if there is some special spell or curse affecting them, but after a few days of rest, the high elves whose energy and physical strength have returned to their peak, but their morale has fallen to the bottom. A single charge of the undead scattered tens of thousands of elves, who were fighting on their own, without any rules, and were quickly divided and strangled by the undead.

Legion of Spellbreakers, Legion of Mages, Priests...... This is true on every battlefield visible to the naked eye.

Only the Windranger Legion, under the command of Sylvanas, is still struggling to hold on.

Truly worthy of being the most elite unit of Quel'Thalas, the female elves of the Windranger Legion burst out with combat power that would put all men to shame. They took advantage of the last building to block the footsteps of the army of the undead. The Sunwell Heights are the last barrier to protect the Sunwells, and the last hope of the High Elves.

Sylvanas deserved the title of Ranger General, and she led her rangers to fight to the death, and held out for two days in this ten-sided siege.

Unfortunately, the decline of the High Elves seems to be unstoppable, and it is obvious that a crippled army of Windrangers alone cannot stop the army of the undead.

Countless High Elf sisters have died at the hands of the undead, from the entrance to the Sunwell Heights to the deepest palaces, and the path is littered with dead elves, some of whom have been resurrected, while others have become undead things, torn to human shapes.

The undead are still pouring into the Sunwell Heights, and the last resistance of the High Elves has been compressed to the edge of the Sunwell.

Anastarian Sunstrider, Romans, Von der Loer, Sylvanas, Lotherma, Liadline...... All the powerful people who can be named are gathered here, and behind them is the Well of the Sun, which is the last thing they need to protect.

This well is related to the life and death of the entire High Elves, if it can't be kept, then what is the point of these people present, even if they are alive?

……

At this moment, standing in front of the Well of the Sun, Anastarian was expressionless.

Beside him, Romans and von der Lores both looked guilty.

The most powerful magician legion on the continent is no longer one in ten at this time; The Legion of Priests, which is also the strongest, is no better than the Legion of Magicians. And most importantly, they were pinned on high hopes, and they actually gave up resistance early. If it weren't for Sylvanas' Windranger Legion still struggling to resist, I'm afraid the undead would have polluted the Well of the Sun long ago.

So in the face of the situation at this moment, the two of them have a lot of responsibility.

It's a pity that now is not the time to be held accountable, and to be honest, although the two of them are in charge, it is impossible to control other people's thoughts. The entire High Elf was now weakened, and everyone had lost their fighting spirit, and it was pointless to blame the two of them.

"Your Majesty."

Sylvanas spoke slowly.

"Prepare to leave, take some spring water from the Well of the Sun, we may be back."

This is the only way to do it at the moment, the Well of the Sun was once made using the spring water of the Well of Eternity, to put it bluntly, it was made with the blood of Titans, although it is not exactly the same, but it is almost the same. After all, the energy of the star soul is as important to the Titans as blood.

The existence of the Well of the Sun itself is a diluted Titan blood. Since it has been diluted, it is not unacceptable to dilute it again, and the most important thing is to retain the race of high elves.

What can be seen now is that the undead are unstoppable, and the High Elves have completely lost their fighting spirit.

There is no point in continuing to resist except to die more. At present, the most important thing is to preserve the bloodline of the High Elf race as much as possible, anyway, the Well of the Sun is no longer guardable, even if you give up, what can you do?

Sylvanas' words caused silence in the room, and everyone was silent, waiting in silence.

After a long time, Anastarian spoke slowly, but the first sentence was not addressed to his own people.

"I've got you to see the joke, Prince Lim."

"Why? My Majesty. ”

Duten stood at the far edge of the room with his sword in hand, and only then looked at the other man when he heard Anastarian call his name.

"Hehe, you traveled thousands of miles to support the High Elves, but we didn't fight ourselves, and you fell into such a crisis, I'm really sorry."

Anastarian withdrew his gaze from the Well of the Sun and turned his head to look at Duten.

Du Teng shook his head and chuckled.

"My Majesty, there is no need to say such a thing - it may be hard to hear, but in fact, if I want to go, I can go whenever I want, and no amount of undead outside can stop me. You should make up your mind, General Sylvanas's suggestion is a very reasonable suggestion, and as far as I know, there is not only one bottle of water in the Well of Eternity, in fact, there are seven bottles of water from Illidan's Fury alone. Three of these bottles were used to make the second Well of Eternity, which is currently at the top of Mount Hyjal, as you know.

Lord Darth Rema once got a bottle and made the Well of the Sun in front of us.

And what about the remaining three bottles? Maybe we can think of a way from here.

It really doesn't work, as long as you find another Azeroth magic web node, you can also create a structure similar to the Well of the Sun. All the High Elves need is a huge source of magic, the Well of the Sun is not irreplaceable, Your Majesty, I also think that the preservation of the High Elf race should be the highest task at present, as long as people are still alive, everything is possible, if even the High Elf race does not exist, even if there are 10,000 more Sun Wells, it will not help. ”

Du Teng's words made the atmosphere in the room even more solemn, everyone had fantasized about such an ending, and everyone was frightened by this ending.

Only Anastarian, when he heard Duten's words again, smiled, and smiled happily, like a child.

"You're right, Prince Lim, the High Elves are a great race, our greatness lies in our long history and heroic people, the Well of the Sun is not all, even if there is no Well of the Sun, my people will not perish like this......"

Anastarian was right, the Well of the Sun was important to the High Elves, but not so important that it would have to kill the entire race. The magic addiction in the game is actually a bit exaggerated, even without the power of the Well of the Sun, the High Elves can absorb arcane energy from the void, and the Far Wanderer troops are an example, they are far away from the Well of the Sun, they have long lost contact with the Well of the Sun, and I haven't seen them all suffer from the addiction one by one.

Addiction does exist, but it's not as terrible as it seems.

At most, these High Elves who have lived in Quel'Salas for a long time will have some difficulty adapting, but given enough time, they will eventually be able to adapt. And the newly-born babies in the future will undoubtedly be much stronger than these people today, so the absence of the Well of the Sun is not fatal, at most it can make the elves unable to adapt, and their strength will decline, and there is no danger of life.

However, it is clear that Anastarian has more than just one on his mind.

I saw him withdraw his gaze from Du Teng and continue to look at the Well of the Sun.

"Darth Rema, my ancestor...... When he led his people to this land, I was not yet born. Since then, the High Elves have lost their permanent life, and we are left with a long but ultimately limited lifespan. But no one will blame him, because he has made us ask for the shackles that our distant relatives have attached to us...... Did you know that if we stay on Mount Hyjal, we will have more energy in the limited research that will be limited, and we will have more energy in the limited research......

But elves are a freedom-loving race.

Kadore, Sindore, we are essentially no different.

No one wants to be controlled by anyone else, just like my ancestors, like all the people who came here with him.

The Well of the Sun is a sign that we are free from the control of our distant relatives, and with it, we are free, so for me, the Well of the Sun is more commemorative than practical...... Because it was created by my ancestors, seeing it reminds me of the past of the Sunseeker family...... It reminds me of what each generation of day-seekers has done for this country......

And I, Anastarian Sunstrider, am ashamed of the surname Sunstrider. The great High Elves have fallen in my hands, we can't stop the invasion of the undead, we can't protect the property left to us by our ancestors, I, the king...... Too incompetent. ”

Anastarian said with a wry smile.

As soon as he finished speaking, several other people beside him spoke.

"Your Majesty, you are not wrong!"

"The undead are too powerful for any one race to face alone."

"That's right, Your Majesty, it's not you, it's us, it's us who failed to stop the undead......"

Romans, von der Lore, Sylvanas...... King Anastarian's most loyal right and left hands spoke one after another.

Anastarian waved his hand and motioned for them to say no more.

"Sylvanas, the ones who are still alive in the Order, get ready to leave. You're right, keeping the High Elves as a race is the most important thing we should do. Go and find my son, find Kael'thas, he is my continuation, the hope for the future of the Sunseeker family, and he will surely lead his people to a more brilliant future...... And I, I will not leave here, I will stay here with the Well of the Sun, with the last days of my life...... Accompany it on its last journey. ”

Anastarian said, not giving the others a chance to speak at all, and with a wave of his hand, even the magic strength above Romans, sent everyone except Romans and Duten out.

The others had no room for resistance at all, except for Duten and Romans.

"Your Majesty."

Romans's difficult resistance to the magic of Anastarian, he deserves to be the strongest archmage in Quel'Thalas, of course, now this strongest may have to be replaced, no one thought that Anastarian was so powerful, just with a wave of his hand, he teleported a group of people out of here at once.

"Romans, I trust you, you have always done a very good job, so, I hope you can transfer your loyalty to me to my son. He is the prince of the High Elves, the future of the High Elves, and if he can get your assistance, it is his luck and the luck of the High Elves. ”

"Your Majesty......"

"Alright, go ahead, this is my last order, you will not ...... Even my last order should be refused. ”

Anastarian turned his head and looked at Romans, who was gritting his teeth, and waved his hand with a chuckle, and more powerful arcane energy descended, forcibly sending Romans out.

After sending Romans away, he looked at Du Teng, and a hint of curiosity flashed in his eyes.

"I was really surprised that Prince Lim was able to resist my magic, and it was so easy, even Romans couldn't do it, I didn't expect you to do it."

"Actually, I struggled a lot, I just didn't show it."

Du Teng smiled and shrugged his shoulders, really couldn't see where he was struggling.

"But Your Majesty, I think you'd better get out of here together, the Well of the Sun can be rebuilt, and if there is enough strong and pure energy, maybe it can be repaired. And now the High Elves still need your leadership. Prince Kael'thas is indeed very good, but he is not in the country at the moment, and his qualifications are a little shallower, and without you, I am worried that he will not be able to convince the public. ”

Duten smiled and took a few steps forward and walked in front of Anastarian.

"So, you better leave with me, the High Elves still need you as a king."

As he spoke, he put his hand on Anastarian's shoulder, ignored the other's surprised gaze, forcibly cast a transfiguration, and led Anastarian out of the room where the Well of the Sun was kept. (To be continued.) )