The earth-shattering explosion almost tore apart the thick dark clouds over the decaying land, like the white pillars of light of the doomsday divine punishment intertwined into a dazzling grating that destroyed the world, and the tide of undead came from afar like tumbling sludge, and in the running of hundreds of thousands of undead, the sentry captain felt that the ground under his feet shook violently as if it was about to collapse completely.

The shocking sight in front of them had already caused the soldiers to fall into a brief blank of mind, and they stood in place one by one, their pupils reflected in the white light of judgment sweeping overwhelmingly, and the scene of hundreds of undead being blown up into the air by the explosion, even the captain of the sentry, who was already an experienced veteran, did not reflect what kind of crisis he was encountering.

"It's over......"

This was the only thought in the Sentinel's mind after finally reacting from his momentary distraction.

With an impact of this magnitude, not to mention his poor little outpost, even the Great Barrier of Quel'Salas in its heyday can't withstand it, right?

So, there is no point in running away at this point.

The huge white pillar of light is not magic, as an elf who is extremely sensitive to the elements of magic, the captain of the sentry did not perceive any magic fluctuations from the amazing power of the light, that is, pure light, the purest light, without the power of any element, this is incredible, a beam of light can have such a terrifying lethality, even the most powerful blood elf archmage can not let a simple beam of light form such an attack, even if he uses holy light.

Heavenly punishment?

The Sentinel Captain's mind suddenly flashed with such a word.

Could it be that the gods have finally been enraged by the undead wreaking havoc on the world, and are about to come down to judgment?

He suddenly thought of the news that the divine envoy had come to this world not long ago, and then, he had a glimmer of clarity in his heart.

That's right, the oracle came to this world, saw the undead raging on the earth, and launched a judgment of destruction in anger, and the arrogant race of the blood elves refused the protection of the oracle, so they were naturally excluded from the list of salvation, and now, I'm afraid that Quel'Salas will be purified along with the undead scourge, right?

"Captain Klose...... We...... Run away......" said an unknown soldier, a look of fear on his face.

"Where to flee?" The captain of the sentry asked faintly, as if he didn't care about the tide of the undead that was about to level the outpost and the white light of destruction that was constantly approaching.

The soldier was dumbfounded - yes, where to flee?

In the face of the devastation that swept across the horizon, was there anything Quel'Salas could have spared?

"Captain! Look! ”

Just when everyone was already in despair, Torina suddenly let out a cry of surprise, and at the same time stretched out her hand and pointed to the sky behind the tide of the undead.

Behind the thick dark clouds that kept rolling in the distance, a trace of golden light was piercing through the clouds, and then there was a strange low roar, the golden light became more and more intense, and gradually half of the sky was coated with a golden halo, as if another round of scorching sun was gradually rising in the clouds.

The sentinels opened their mouths wide and stared at the previously filthy and dark sky, which had now been gradually filled with golden light, and then, as a shocking scene appeared, the collective let out an irrepressible exclamation.

A huge golden warship like a city-state suddenly broke through the endless clouds, and the intense holy light was projected on the corrupted earth, making the whole earth "squeak" with a sound that only when objects were scorched, and the weaker undead actually collapsed directly under the illumination of this golden light, and the thick clouds that had been entrenched in the ghost land for several years seemed to be cut by a sharp tablecloth cut by a sharp dinner knife, revealing the clear blue sky behind it after the huge warship sailed by.

This is the reason why the undead are scattered and fleeing, as low-level undead without sanity, they would not have been afraid, but what if they were facing a flying fortress full of endless holy light power?

Under the pressure of the Holy Light, tens of thousands of undead creatures fled for their lives, and in a short time, they were already less than two kilometers away from the small outpost.

Just when the captain of the sentry thought that he and the others were about to disappear under this ultimate impact, a voice without any emotion suddenly sounded between heaven and earth: "The sand of time is gone with the wind, the pendulum gradually stops here, and everything I see is frozen in this never-ending moment......"

As the words fell, the boundless tide of the undead suddenly and strangely froze in place, as if a picture had been frozen by the magic of the water, and even the stumps of the undead that had been blown into the air hovered in mid-air.

The huge battleship suddenly accelerated, and passed the army of the undead beneath it in a way that was completely inconsistent with its huge size, and then the kilometer-long hull of the ship turned sideways, and countless large and small cannon muzzles poked out from the side of the battleship towards the Wraithlands, and when the undead who had been stationary finally regained their freedom, they were faced with a dense artillery fire that was even more overwhelming than the light of judgment just now!

The Sentinel Captain finally understood at this moment that this huge golden aerial battleship was not trying to destroy the elven kingdom and the undead behind him, but was helping Quel'Thalas!

Of course, he didn't know that when he found that hundreds of thousands of undead were moving towards Quel'Thalas en masse under the threat of holy light energy, a certain emperor himself was taken aback......

Thankfully, although the Frontier-class battleship was slow to cruise as a heavy Flying Fortress ship, with the help of a shallow ability and the extraordinary use of the afterburner, we were able to get in front of the undead army in time to stop the enemy before the hapless Blood Elves were trampled by the overwhelming amount of calcium, otherwise, our supposed incomparably exciting rescue battle of Quel'Salas would have turned into the most stealth-of-the-knife murder in history......

Under the double deterrence of intensive artillery fire and holy light warships, the brainless undead army immediately fell into greater chaos, and the guys who rushed in front instinctively turned around and fled, while the undead at the back of the team still rushed forward lifelessly under the action of inertia, and there was a fierce collision between a pile of bone sticks and rotten meat, and the weak undead who were not very strong were directly crippled by the strong guys, As they lowered their heads and picked up their scattered heads or arms and legs from the ground, more big undead would pass directly over their bodies, flying around in mid-air with their heads or other parts of the bones and clubs that had been knocked out of the air, while at the front of the group, the full-fledged Frontier-class battleships were happily turning more undead into free plasma in the air, and all that remained in the sky was the deafening roar of the dozens of main guns, In the eyes of the Sentinel Captain, the tens of thousands of undead who can be equated with the end of the world have completely fallen into a one-sided torture in front of the fortress-class battleship.

Due to being far away from the main force range of the Scourge Legion, the undead gathered in the northern part of the Wraith Land rarely have any powerful existence, even the Lich King is too lazy to receive these huge numbers but not much stronger than tofu scum into his hands, compared to the millions of powerful undead who are gathering towards our base, they are not even a small detachment, a medium battleship can destroy them all, the only advantage of these guys over the blood elves is that there are many people and they are not afraid of death, But their thousands stacked together may not be comparable to the strength of an assembly demon, the blood elves are also in a desperate situation under the siege of these cannon fodder because of the sharp decline in population and elite losses after the war, compared with the frontier-class battleships that can fly in the air and have strong guns, hundreds of thousands of low-level undead are definitely not a threat, they can't fly and don't have any long-range attack means, no matter how many they accumulate, they can't cause qualitative changes.

And even the army of millions of the dead who are gathering towards our base camp has no chance of defeating us, tens of thousands of Imperial mechanical warriors and elite coalition forces of various races can completely exterminate those fragile carrion and bones, and they can only give us a headache with their incredible numbers, if it is not for the time to cross the Wraith Land, we can completely destroy the millions of undead in a more stable way.

But—time is precious, we don't have time to fight a half-month war of attrition with millions of cannon fodder, and they are definitely not the main enemies of our expedition, so in order to deal with this corpse tide as quickly as possible, we have the idea to hit the magic net of Quel'Thalas.

In the low humming sound, the huge city-state-like frontier-class battleship slowly landed on the ground that had been completely flattened by artillery fire, although it was a few hundred meters away, several surviving blood elf sentries couldn't help but take a dozen steps back in a row under the pressure of this behemoth, they looked at each other with frightened eyes, and at the end, Klose, who was still the captain, barely calmed down his mood and mustered up the courage to walk forward.

The divine energy that permeated the surroundings and the surging holy light on the entire battleship made this blood elf clearly understand the fact that this giant ship was the weapon of the divine envoy who descended on the continent of Azeroth this time, although the blood elves' reverence for the gods was far less than their respect for magic, but when they really faced a terrifying god weapon that had just wiped out hundreds of thousands of undead in a shocking way, even the most arrogant blood elf nobles would tremble.

And this brave elven sentry captain is not a nobleman, so naturally there is no arrogance.

The golden light on the godship's battleship gradually dimmed, and then a figure with endless brilliance slowly walked down from a gate above the battleship.