Quel'Salas Frontier Outpost - If this ruined ruin is anything but an outpost.

Today's fifteenth ...... It's also likely to be the sixteenth wave of attacks, and who cares? Anyway, those things finally retreated, and after paying hundreds of broken corpses, those rotting monsters gave up on this breakthrough point, and it is not very accurate to say that they gave up, in fact, their retreat was entirely due to the effect of the magic barrier: the special barrier activated at the last moment blocked the breath of life near the outpost, and lost the biggest target, plus the constant attacks, those undead finally gave up this place.

There are less than ten surviving sentinels, and the mages responsible for supplying the magic power to the magic array are only two apprentices who have just left the apprenticeship stage, which has already reached the bottom limit of being able to support defense, and it is a miracle of miracles to be able to hold on until now.

Due to the devastating invasion of Arthas, Quel'Thalas has fallen into a situation of ten rooms and nine emptiness, even if the apprentice-level mages are also pulled into the army, the cobbled together Far Traveler troops are far from being able to support the defense of the entire border, before this, the Blood Elves have streamlined and streamlined the establishment of a single sentry force, but this cannot solve the problem fundamentally, the soldiers stationed in this outpost were originally only more than twenty people - equivalent to less than half of a sentry force in Quel'Thalas's glory days, And half of the twenty-odd people were apprentices who had just completed their temporary training, and in the first battle, two-thirds of these apprentices had died at the hands of the undead, and the only remaining two mage apprentices were the only hope that the outpost would survive - if it lost the magical barrier that could temporarily block the breath of life, it would only take an hour for the outpost to be completely overwhelmed by the undead.

About a kilometer behind the outpost, a pale blue barrier that stretched across the sky shone with a faint glow, the worst barrier in the entire kingdom of Quel'Thalas, using the fragile layer of protection that was only two pieces of runestone left under Arthas's iron hooves, and if this shield was extinguished, the whole of Quel'Salas would be destroyed.

Compared to the magical barrier that once covered the entire Quel'Salas and resembled substance, the shield that flickered due to lack of energy was pitifully fragile.

The purpose of this outpost in front of the shield, and the other outposts on this line, was to hold back the undead army as much as possible, and at least to share some of the pressure on the crumbling protective barrier—though it now seemed that such efforts were merely delaying the destruction that was to come.

"Captain, when will our reinforcements arrive?"

A pale young female elf came out of the barracks that was already full of scars, her beautiful green eyes with unconcealable tiredness and fear that had not yet subsided, judging from the dress, this was a rookie mage who was still in the apprenticeship stage, and the continuous supply of magic for the magic barrier of this small outpost had exhausted this rookie who was not rich in magic reserves.

The object of her inquiry was the Sentinel Captain who stood outside the barracks and looked out at the rotting earth in the distance, a tall elven warrior, among the blood elves there were few warriors who had completely given up magic and specialized in melee combat, and this Sentinel Captain was no exception, and from the dark red halo that swam on the surface of his steel armor, it could be seen that this was a double cultivator who had minored in low-level fire magic - and only the long-lived blood elves had the qualifications to devote a lot of energy to training in combat while also learning those profound and complex magical knowledge.

"Soon, if there is no accident, the reinforcements from Silver Moon City will arrive in a few days, and our task now is to hold on here, and we must not let the big barrier in the rear suffer more impact...... Tolina, you go and rest first, don't participate in the next battle, and save your energy to support the magic barrier. ”

The sentinel captain, with a tired face, managed to smile lightly, so as to comfort the rookie mage in front of him, who was clearly not yet accustomed to the war, who seemed not to notice the slightest hint of determination in the captain's eyes—or noticed but forced himself to ignore the desperate look, and the elven mage named Tolina smiled reassuringly and returned to the barracks.

There are no more reinforcements.

The captain of the sentry is very aware of this, the only remaining mobilizable combat power in Silvermoon City has been arranged on the outer defense line of the magic enchantment, including his own chaotic miscellaneous troops, this is already the most defensive strength of Quel'Salas, except for the dozens of archmages who stayed on the tower of the sunrage to provide magic supplements for the entire Great Enchantment, there are only old and weak women and children left in the entire Silvermoon City......

Although he had been placating the few remaining soldiers with lies, the Sentinel Captain knew that everyone had already guessed this, that he was deceiving them with a beautiful lie, and that they were also forcing themselves to believe this untrustworthy news.

The fact that the once powerful and glorious kingdom of the High Elves has now been reduced to relying on a group of trainee soldiers to delay its demise is completely unmentioned in the so-called "plot".

Of course, in the original "plot", the blood elves were not unlucky enough to encounter a collective riot of hundreds of thousands of undead just when they were about to catch their breath......

At this moment, a depressing aura suddenly came from afar, alerting the contemplative Sentinel Captain.

As far as the eye could see, there was nothing to see, and there were no rotting limbs popping out of the charred dirt, but the elves' instincts were always quite accurate, and the sentinel captain, who had already abandoned the graceful character of the High Elves in such a battle, expertly knelted on the ground and kept his long ears close to the earth, regardless of the dirt and blood stains on the ground.

The next moment, his face turned extremely pale.

It was the sound of a large crowd of men and horses running away, and the source of the sound was the rotting wasteland.

In that direction, the only things that could move were rotting corpses and bones.

The Sentinel Captain stood up, his pupils reflecting the rising smoke and the magnifying black tide on the distant horizon.

The earth shook to the point where it was faintly visible, and the soldiers, who had developed their instincts during the days of intense fighting, came out of the barracks alertly without the captain of the sentry to give a warning.

"The sunwell is on top!" Torina let out a frightened cry, "We're done!" ”

"How can there be so many!?"

Even the calmest sentry captain couldn't help but let out such a gaffe exclamation, the army of undead in front of him who could not see the edge had far exceeded the number of enemies they had encountered in the past few days, could it be that the hundreds of thousands of undead who had been constantly stirring up for the past few days were finally going to launch a general attack at this moment?

Although it had long been expected that such a full-scale shock would come sooner or later, it was still difficult for the Sentinel Captain to accept this fact when it came to the real face.

"Quick...... Prepare the magic barrier ......"

"No more...... Tolina's face turned pale, "My magic with Saray has ......"

The captain of the sentry also subconsciously thought of opening the life-saving magic barrier, but he also clearly knew that even if the barrier was opened, the army of the undead would not be able to perceive the breath of life here, so what was the point?

In this flood of the dead, there is no chance of being spared!

Quel'Salas was finished—that was the only thought that crossed the Sentinel's mind.

But at this moment, a very observant ranger beside him suddenly made a surprised voice: "Strange, those monsters seem to be a little strange......"

The Ranger's words gave the Sentinel Captain an inexplicable glimmer of hope, and he once again observed the approaching undead in the distance, and finally realized that this time the enemy's situation seemed to be different from the previous attack.

They didn't seem to pay attention to the life-rich target in front of them, but just ran forward desperately, and even some of the fragile little skeletons were constantly trampled to pieces by the corpses of even taller monsters, which was more like a rush to eat than a ......

Escape?

The sentry captain's mind flashed through the words that sounded particularly ridiculous at this moment.

Escape? These undead who are not sane also have the concept of escaping? Do they feel fearful? Or do they still have enough brain tissue to generate the concept of "running for their lives"?

But the next moment, the captain of the sentry felt that he had guessed correctly.

A dazzling white pillar of light pierced the gloomy clouds in the distance, falling behind the tide of the undead like a divine punishment, accompanied by a huge explosion that made the earth tremble slightly, and a huge white ball of light burst out from the place where the pillar of light fell, and next to the ball of light were patches of undead stumps thrown high by the explosion.

After the first pillar of light ended, the second and third followed......

Shocking explosions appeared in the rear of the tide of the undead with increasing frequency, and spread in this direction far faster than the latter could run.

Those undead are really on the run!