The Key of March, a magic weapon that is cut into three moon crystals, is also the last key that the Scourge must use to pass through the Elven Gate to Silvermoon City.

They are kept secret in three treasure halls in Quel'Thalas, each of which is located at the intersection of the Magic Trail and resembles the Well of the Sun.

In other words, these halls are small sunwells, maintaining the magical barrier of "Bandinorell" that has protected the High Elves for thousands of years.

All the magical paths are like the arteries of the earth, except that instead of blood, they flow pure magical energy from the core of the planet beneath their feet.

It's a secret that only a handful of elven high-ranking mages know, not even the dwarves, humans, and gnomes who are allies.

But now, just because of Darkan Delahir's betrayal, the powerful magical barrier that even the Lich King and Arthas had no choice but to dismantle was easily dismantled.

Thanks to the help of the Belt and Road Party, the Scourge army doesn't even need to storm these temples with powerful magical guards head-on, they only need to send a few Death Knights and Necromancers to follow each other inside, and then launch a surprise attack to kill the guards, and then they can easily get the crystal key they want.

Antellas, Andalos, Ann Ovien......

In less than four days, all three temples had fallen, and the mages, guards, and arcane golems stationed there had all been killed or wounded, and even the news of the warning had not had time to spread.

It turns out that when a country is invaded by a foreign enemy, there is nothing more fatal than the appearance of a traitor at the top of the house.

Although the Ranger General Sylvanas broke off and blew up the bridge to buy Silvermoon City a little time, the High Elf Council still did not pass an emergency conscription bill to gather all the mages to form a legion to deal with the Scourge army that could be killed at any time.

After the slaughter in the Wraith Lands and the Eternal Song Forest, Arthas's army is no longer just skeletons, ghouls, zombies, shadows, ghosts, stitched abominations, and crypt demons.

Through the slaughter of forest trolls, he also gained more powerful classes such as the Giant Bear Zombie, the Death Dragon Eagle, and the Giant Eagle transformed by the plague.

These were originally domesticated birds of prey and beasts of prey by the Amani trolls, but now they are all forced to join the Scourge Legion and become the elite who are about to invade Silvermoon City to start a massacre.

After thousands of years, the trolls are finally trying to get revenge on their old enemies in a different way.

I just don't know if they'll be happy about it.

Looking at the rushing river in front of him, the beautiful female elf standing on the other side of the riverbank, and the determination in the other party's eyes, Arthas smiled playfully.

He just raised the frost sorrow in his hand and pointed into the river, and the thousands of zombies and ghouls around him jumped into the water one by one.

One of them grabbed the legs of the other, and they even managed to avoid being swept away by the current by sinking under the water and clinging to the stones.

The undead in the back stepped on the corpses of the same kind and kept advancing, and climbed to the opposite bank in this relay way.

When a link of corpses appeared, the rest of the undead creatures rushed into the river, using their bodies to build a bridge large enough for heavy siege equipment such as meat grinders, ballistas, and catapults to pass.

No!

It should be said that it is the road!

Because even the rushing waters of the river have been intercepted by countless armies of the undead.

The scalp-tinging sight made Sylvanas look incredulous.

On top of that, the many bodies soaked in the water have even polluted the river.

Countless plagues quickly infected and transformed the fish, turtles, and crabs in the water, making them extremely dangerous and aggressive.

It is foreseeable that if the downstream villages accidentally drink the water from the river, the entire village will inevitably be infected, and eventually all of them will be transformed into soldiers of the undead natural disaster.

Like a general about to win, Arthas rode the undead horse across the path made of countless undead to the other side of the river.

At this moment, his mind couldn't help but recall the moment when he took a tragic leap in winter, when Invincible fell on a frozen rock and finally broke his leg and fell to the ground with a painful scream.

At that time, I was almost suffocated in despair, and I even had to cry and pierce the heart of this best friend and best companion with a sharp sword.

But now everything is different.

He is no longer the fragile mortal who is tormented by guilt and shame to the point of mental breakdown, and Invincible is no longer the ordinary animal that will be injured and killed.

Both men and horses are much stronger than before.

The invincible that was once lost will live forever, serving its master as it has always been, and will never feel hunger, thirst and pain again, nor will it grow old and die.

This is the most perfect state of the world—eternity.

And Arthas, who was once a prince, will be able to do whatever he wants, without worrying about his father's silent opposition, hearing Uther's pedantic reproaches, and not having Gianna's questioning gaze......

He enjoyed this freedom and unfetteredness, the satisfaction of breaking all rules and worldly ethics, and longing to do everything he had not dared to do before, whether it was to slaughter or destroy everything that was most dear to others.

And the only price to pay is to pledge allegiance to the Lich King and serve his plans.

"Forward!"

The Death Knight gave orders to the growing legion as soon as he successfully crossed the river.

With the collapse of the Elven Gate and the Magical Barrier, there was now only one Silver Moon City standing between him and the Well of the Sun.

All he had to do was raze the elven city, which had survived countless wars and had never been truly conquered, to prove the unrivaled power of the Lich King and the Scourge Legion.

Nothing can defeat death!

The hope, light, and justice that those creatures are proud of are but insignificant dust in the face of cold and merciless death.

With this thought in mind, Arthas glanced at the Ranger General, who had begun to retreat, with a look of contempt.

Although this elf who was good at archery caused him a lot of trouble, it only delayed the march of the army too much.

The other side did not even dare to engage head-on.

The only thing that can be done is to keep sneaking up, harassing, and trying to burn down the siege equipment that can pose a huge threat to Silvermoon City.

"Damn! It seems that the plan that had been expected to delay for a day or two has gone bankrupt. If this continues, they will all be able to cross the river in a few hours at most. No, I need to inform the others immediately. ”

Seeing that the army of the undead had begun to cross the river, Sylvanas did not dare to stop for even a second, and immediately turned around and went to the nearby village to organize the evacuation of civilians.

Having witnessed the horrors of the places that had been swept away by the Scourge Legion, she knew that Zuo Si was right.

At this stage, the safest way is to first transfer a large number of incapable civilians.

Regardless of whether Silvermoon City can hold it or not, it can at least ensure that Quel'Thalas will not be wiped out by World War I after the worst-case scenario, and there will be a chance to make a comeback.

Similarly, the removal of the living civilians will prevent them from being killed and indirectly increasing the number and strength of the undead army.

With this in mind, General Ranger and her men quickly dispersed one by one to inform the civilians of the surrounding villages and towns, despite the terrible state of being physically and mentally exhausted from fighting Alsace for several days in a row, and immediately abandoned unnecessary belongings and began to migrate to the largest port in the Yongge Forest.

Because there's really not much time left for them.

Although the terrifying number of undead legions is far from fast, the most terrifying thing about these creatures is that they don't need to rest, they don't need to eat, and they don't get tired from the long journey.

It doesn't matter if it's day or night, windy or rainy, whether the road gets muddy or not, it makes the slightest difference to a group of undead.

Similarly, Sylvanas realized that he had to do something to buy time for the refugees to flee.

Otherwise, the consequences would be catastrophic if thousands of incapable civilians were caught up or intercepted during the transfer.

It's time to make the necessary sacrifices to protect Quel'Salas like the eldest sister Aurelia did......

Sylvanas quickly made a decision in her heart.

As a member of the Windranger family, she understands that this is the responsibility she must bear and the fate she cannot escape.

……

There is no doubt that the shattering of the Elven Gate, the collapse of the magical barrier, and the rapidly approaching Scourge Legion have suddenly made Silvermoon City, which had been singing and dancing before, suddenly become tense.

Even Prince Kael'thas, who has always been unassertive and indecisive, had to convene an emergency meeting to discuss the construction of a defense system, and at the same time urgently sent someone to the Well of the Sun to bring his father back.

Although his age was already several lifetimes of human beings, he was still an inexperienced "teenager" in the eyes of the old seniors, who were often two or three thousand years old, and he was not qualified to handle such an important matter in place of Anastria Sunstrider.

After all, the latter led the High Elves to decide to form an alliance with humans and win the war with the trolls, otherwise Quel'Thalas would have been completely destroyed thousands of years ago, and would not have had the glory it is today.

It is precisely because of Anastria's brilliant achievements that the people and parliamentarians do not want to believe him except him in this critical moment.

Unless the aging king actually dies, Kael'thas will always be just a prince and will never have a chance to touch power.

This is the biggest difference between him and Alsace.

Although they are both crown princes, the latter is the son of King Terenus.

According to the average human lifespan, Alsace does not need to wait until the age of thirty to inherit the throne and become the supreme ruler of the kingdom of Lordaeron.

But Kael'thas could only wait patiently, and even left his country to find another job in Dalaran.

Because in the high elfs of the king and parliamentary system, he, the prince, could not find a place even if it belonged to him, more like a spare tire just in case.

As a result, Kael'thas didn't like to stay in Silvermoon City, and rarely even returned after settling in Dalaran.

Because here he can't find his own value, and he is full of confusion about the future of his long life.

But in Dalaran, he was not only a member of the Kenrito Council, but also a respected mentor to countless human mages and apprentices, and he could always feel his importance from the eyes and tone of the people around him.

But now, the elven prince, who had just finished the emergency meeting and was already anxious, appeared in front of Zuo Si and was pouring bitter water.

"My dear friend, you can't imagine how tricky the questions raised by those councillors are.

I don't know how my father has endured it all these years.

To be honest, I'm glad that I don't have to bear such heavy responsibilities and obligations, and I can do whatever I want every day.

The problem is that Arthas and his Scourge have broken through all magical barriers and Elven Gate defenses, and will arrive in Silvermoon City in a few days.

I don't have a second option at all other than to concentrate on the fight. ”

"Immediately recall the high-ranking elven mages in Dalaran, then gather them all together to form a defensive circle of frost, fire, arcane energy, and thunder and lightning.

With the infinite mana supply of the Well of the Sun, it is impossible for even more undead to rush in.

This is your only chance to hold or even win.

If it is missed, then the fall of Silvermoon City will only be a matter of time.

I'm sure you've already heard from Sylvanas' report that traitors have appeared within the High Elves.

Otherwise, it would be impossible for Arthas to break through the magical barrier that had protected Quel'Salas for thousands of years in such a short period of time, and accurately find the three temples that kept the keys, and snatch them up with lightning speed. ”

Zuo Si tried one last time to convince the prince in front of him, who was also full of tragedy, and the High Elf Council, who still didn't see the coffin and didn't cry.

Through the eyes of the pastors and believers of the church, he had learned that refugees had begun to appear one after another in Yangfan Harbor.

Although the number is not large, less than 2,000 people, it is enough to show that the ranger troops sent out are about to be unable to hold on.

Kael'thas shook his head with a wry smile and explained, "I'm sorry, but this goes against our laws and traditions to protect the interests of all mages.

What's more, it's too late to think about it now.

Just half an hour ago, the Council had passed a resolution to lock down the entire Silvermoon City and activate the magical defense system.

As a result, all teleportation magic is banned.

This was to prevent the enemy from taking advantage of the traitor's knowledge of the city to teleport in and launch a surprise attack.

Therefore, there is no way for the High Elf mages in Dalaran to rush back through the portal, and the same is true for the mages who inhabit the other magical spires of the Eternal Song Forest.

I suggest you leave before the troops arrive in the city. ”

When he said this, the elven prince's tone was full of bitterness and helplessness.

After all, there is nothing more painful than seeing the problem clearly, but not being able to solve it.

As a genius mage, Kael'thas naturally couldn't be a fool, and he had long known that in addition to the traitor Darkan De La Heir, there must be people in the council who secretly defected to the enemy.

But the question is, what can be done now?

A thorough investigation with great fanfare?

Not only will it not be able to find the betrayer in a short period of time, but it may also cause internal chaos, which will eventually lead to panic and even organize and defend the people.

What's more, the High Elves did not rule in a feudal system that emphasized the authority of the monarch like the Kingdom of Lordaeron, but a parliamentary politics similar to a constitutional monarchy.

The legislative and executive powers were in the hands of the Parliament, and even the king had to be authorized by the Parliament to issue decrees, assemble armies, and wage war.

This means that once there is a problem in the council, it is absolutely impossible to solve it quickly.

What's more, there are many factions in the parliament, and even on weekdays, fights and quarrels cannot be avoided, and it is simply common to attack each other, and there is no way to tell who is the traitor who has been bought.

Therefore, the only way to do this is to simply not know what to do, continue to maintain the unity on the surface, and find a way to defend Silver Moon City first.

Unlike Arthas, who always had the right to choose his fate, Kael'thas never had much to choose the elven prince.

He's more like a wretched creature who is constantly being driven away, and can only choose between the worst and the worst paths.

The former means a quick death, while the latter means dying only after suffering enough pain and suffering.

Through the observation of the past few days, Zuo Si obviously already knew about the political system within Silvermoon City that had undergone thousands of years of class solidification and the monopoly of all rights and resources by the Gate Valve family.

Unless a war breaks out and all these upper ruling classes die, there is no internal force that can reverse the current situation.

In fact, Kael'thas was able to rise to power as the leader of the Blood Elves after the devastation of Quel'Thalas, thanks to the massacre that Arthas had wrought in Silvermoon City.

It was the latter who inadvertently helped the former to remove all obstacles to power.

A lot of times the harsh reality is so ironic and full of black humor.

What may be perceived as bad in most people's perception may actually play a positive role;

And what people think is good can have a very bad impact.

However, Zuo Si did not follow Kael'thas's advice and leave the doomed Silvermoon City directly, but chose to stay.

Because he wanted to see what Arthas had become of today, and how the mind control of the undead, the original Lich King, was different from the mind reblayer mastermind.

In addition, the tens of thousands of High Elves gathered in Silvermoon City also needed to have a way to retreat at a critical moment.

After all, the other party had helped the human refugees of Lordaeron carve out a new home in the Valley of Thorns.

In return, Zuo Si naturally had to ensure the survival of a part of the elven population.

Most importantly, he didn't want to see this race, which had an unparalleled talent for magic, be forced to join the tribe as in the original timeline.

You must know that both orcs and trolls were once the sworn enemies of the elves, and they were the object of their extreme hatred and contempt.

Therefore, the decision of the blood elves to join the tribe is essentially equivalent to having to put aside their grievances and fight side by side with their former mortal enemies in humiliation for the survival and continuation of the entire race.

Just thinking about that kind of struggle makes people feel full of pain and struggle.

In particular, the High Elves still have a long lifespan, and many of them have relatives or friends who have died in the process of the orc invasion.

But after joining the tribe, they had to force themselves to squeeze out a smile at the hideous and ugly green faces, and resist the urge to spit, shake hands and hug each other, in order to show the mutual trust between the allies.

This is also why, Zuo Si has always firmly believed that Gallisus, a brain-dead, is simply a heinous crime, and he has pushed a good traditional ally into the enemy camp.

It would be good if we succeeded in recovering the kingdom of Lordaeron in the end, after all, the victor can go unpunished.

But the question is how he can be the opponent of Sylvanas after blackening in terms of scheming, not only was he directly killed and buried the precious forces of the Alliance, but also led to the complete fall of the Tirisfara Glade and the northern part of the Silver Pine Forest.

But now that there is a new Queen of Lordaeron, Garissus has no chance of gaining the supreme command of the coalition forces, and is only the temporary commander of an army, and he can't even leave the barracks without receiving orders, so he naturally has no chance of becoming an oversized-stirring stick.

With the idea of turning the entire High Elf race into his own followers, Zuo Si quickly got in touch with the High Elf female mages who had reached an agreement, and built a portal to the contract city of the Valley of Thorns in two of the mage towers.

Of course, now that Silvermoon City's defenses have been activated, these portals will not be able to function for the time being.

However, as long as the city gate is breached, then the two portals can become a fast passage for citizens to evacuate.

Less than four hours after the two portals were built, the Eagle Knight, who was in charge of scouting the enemy, sent back the bad news.

Ranger General Sylvanas Windranger was killed by the Death Knight Arthas while trying to stop the Scourge from buying time for civilians to escape.

The Ranger unit she led was wiped out, and not even a single one escaped alive.

This bombshell news undoubtedly shocked all the High Elves.

Because with the exception of Winresa, who left Quel'Thalas to marry the human mage Ronin, the Windranger family, which has high fame and status, can almost be said to be dead and wounded.

But before the High Elves could get sad, Arthas and the army of the undead under his command appeared in sight of the Silvermoon City Guard Tower.

Looking at the endless dense density of the living dead, the oncoming rancid smell, and the black death marks extending from the turquoise forest, everyone felt unprecedented tension, fear, and despair.

As heavy siege weapons such as meat grinders, ballistas, and catapults began to creak and build positions, a war that had been predestined for a long time finally began.

There was no savage roar like the orcs and trolls charging at the charge, just the loud noises and explosions of catapults and barrels of dynamite smashing against walls and magical barriers.

As for the undead who came in like a tidal wave, whether they were killed by arrows and spells, or managed to climb the walls to mingle with soldiers and arcane golems, they remained silent without saying a word.

No matter how many dead and wounded, no matter how many corpses were piled up into small hills, they did not have the slightest fear, and under the cover of the barrels of plague dynamite, wave after wave, the front was dead and the back was on top.

In the beginning, Silvermoon City could barely resist with its strong protection and a large number of mages.

It didn't take long for the elven soldiers to run out of strength during the high-intensity battle.

When Kael'thas wanted to arrange for some people to take turns to rest and order the indestructible arcane golems to take the lead for a while, a huge barrel of explosives suddenly crossed the layers of obstacles under the influence of some unknown magic, and landed precisely in the middle of the mages who channeled the arcane energy to release the rain of fire and the blizzard.

Next Second......

Bang!!!!!!

The green liquid of the Bearer's Terrifying Plague suddenly scattered and splattered in all directions.

The mages who didn't expect to be attacked didn't have time to dodge, and more than half of them were drenched in green slime on the spot.

The piercing snort and the large festering skin immediately caused the injured to let out a scream of extreme pain.

Before the priest could react and heal, a dozen mages died completely under the ravages of the plague, and then came back to life in another terrible undead form.

Controlled by the Lich King, they did not hesitate to attack their compatriots.

Suddenly, arcane magic, a mixture of shadow and death magic, splattered across the walls.

The originally strong line of defense suddenly appeared with a huge hole.

In particular, the large number of mages injured and killed has caused a gap in the continued destruction of large-scale magic.

Arthas seized this fleeting opportunity and directly sent an elite army of Abomination.

These high-blooded fat men used their massive bodies to block all the ranged weapons that flew in front of them, and one by one they fell in the way of the charge.

But their deaths opened a safe passage for the fanatical ghouls who followed.

In an instant, these twisted humanoids with their incredible climbing and bouncing abilities swarmed up and occupied parts of the wall.

At the same time, the giant rushing car also managed to reach the front of the city gate, and began to ram violently against the closed gate of Silvermoon City.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

The kinetic energy generated by the huge inertia can loosen the seemingly solid city gate a little with each blow.

What's even worse is that at this time, a piercing scream suddenly came from inside the city.

Before Anastria, who was commanding the battle on the city walls, could figure out what was happening, countless creatures that looked like giant spiders rushed out from under the square, and together with countless ghouls, they began to slaughter unarmed civilians in the city.

It turned out that the Crypt Demon had already secretly dug a tunnel underground to the interior of Silvermoon City under the orders of Arthas.

It may be that the city has not experienced war for too long, and many soldiers who have been temporarily alerted do not know how to deal with the situation in front of them.

In particular, the screams and large-scale chaos caused by the massacre of civilians to make many people desperate to turn around and save their families and friends.

Coupled with the fact that more and more undead armies poured onto the city walls, morale collapsed, and there were even small-scale routs and escapes in many places.

No way.

The High Elves were outnumbered and tactically crushed by the Scourge Legion.

The traitor and Belt and Road Party, led by Darkan De La Heel, is undoubtedly well aware of Silvermoon's weaknesses.

The barrel of plague explosives that had escaped the layers of links and exploded in the middle of the mage troops was their masterpiece.

"Father! We can't hold it! What now? ”

Kael'thas asked, sweating profusely.

Although he had been extracting the energy of the Well of the Sun, unleashing a storm of flames over and over again, and even summoning his own phoenix to incinerate and destroy the undead who poured onto the walls, all his efforts were in vain.

No matter how many kills, there will be more charges along the Death Scars.

Anastria's face turned pale as he looked at Silvermoon City, which had begun to burn and fell into chaos, and replied with grief and anger: "You immediately take as many people as possible to the harbor and board the ship and retreat to the Well of the Sun. I'm leading the army here to find a way to buy a little more time. ”

With that, the aging king unleashed his flaming blow and swung lightly at the army of the undead.

Rumble!!!!!!!!

A huge wave made entirely of magical flames slashed down on the face, instantly clearing a section of the newly lost city wall.

All the ghouls and zombies were burned into charred carbon.

The scorching heat and surging heat proved that this was a powerful artifact that could compete with Frost's Sorrow.

"Is this the famous fire pleasure? It does have the value of being collected......"

Zuo Si, who was guiding civilians to evacuate to the two magic portals on the city streets, obviously noticed this scene and immediately showed an interested look.

Although this strangely shaped sword is more than a cut below Frostmourn in terms of popularity, it can create a fire effect by drawing energy, and the more it draws, the more the flame coverage and power will become.

Theoretically plays a far stronger role in the war than Frostmourn, and has not yet had any known side effects.

If most normal people were given a choice between Flame Strike and Frost Sorrow, then I believe that anyone who is still sane will not hesitate to choose the former over the latter.

After all, the feeling of having your soul torn apart is not pleasant, and it is also downright sad for your will to be affected and controlled.

Anastria's personal participation in the battle with the joy of fire in hand naturally aroused the interest of Alsace.

After confirming the identity of his opponent, the Death Knight immediately rode a skeletal horse under his crotch and charged towards the city gate at a gallop.

Just when everyone couldn't figure out what he was going to do, the rune sword was suddenly raised high and released a piercing chill.

Next Second......

This evil weapon was transformed into the bitter cold of Northrend, shaping a frosty staircase from below the city to the walls.

Now, the Scourge no longer needs to slam into the gates, let alone jump and climb, they only need to follow the ice stairs to rush straight up.

With his horse's superb sprinting speed, Arthas made his way to the city walls without difficulty, wielding Frostmourn to easily take away dozens of stubbornly resisting elven warriors, and transforming the corpses into his own soldiers in front of the king of Anastria.

And that's not all!

He also brought Sylvanas, who had been killed and transformed into a banshee only two days earlier.

Seeing the once brilliant Ranger General of Silvermoon City become like this, the old king suddenly showed an extremely angry expression and asked sharply, "Damn demon! What did you do to her? ”

"Hahahaha! Isn't that obvious enough? ”

Arthas laughed insolently, provoking Sylvanas' delicate chin with the tip of his sword, as if to show off his pet and trophy.

Although he was unable to tear apart the soul of the other party with frost sorrow for unknown reasons, he was able to turn it into his own slave with the power of death.

The only problem is that this servant is not completely obedient to him like other low-level undead, and occasionally has fierce feelings of resistance.

But it doesn't matter!

In fact, Arthas enjoyed this little game between master and servant, and thought that Sylvanas's feeling of having to do what he was ordered to do was simply wonderful.

"Bastard! I swear I'm going to make you pay for your crimes! ”

Enraged, Anastria rushed forward with a flaming blow.

Despite his age, he is almost the same age as Quel'Thalas, but his temper is still fiery.

You must know that after the end of the War of the Ancients, the Druid Sect led by Malfurion and the Sisterhood of Elune, the goddess of the moon led by Tyrande, completely replaced the upper elves as the leader of the entire race, and began to liquidate all elves who used arcane magic, and forbade them to study and use this power in the future, otherwise they would face extremely severe punishment.

This one-size-fits-all policy has undoubtedly led to strong resentment among many mages, who are eager to prove their worth in a variety of ways in the subsequent series of events.

However, the two of them are too prejudiced against arcane magic, and politics is originally dark and ruthless, so it is naturally impossible to revive the political opponents who have been knocked to the ground.

Eventually, the Sunstrider family rose up and risked a massacre to cross the Endless Sea and establish Quel'Salas on the eastern continent.

In the process, whether facing trolls or orcs, Anastria will always be the leader who will charge forward.

So even in the face of the Lich King's First Death Knight, this king has no fear in the slightest, even if his body is old and no longer as strong and powerful as it was when he was younger.

Rumble!!!!!!!!

When the Frost Sorrow collided with the Flame Strike, the two energies of ice and fire instantly triggered a violent explosion and shockwave.

While Anastria is technically a mage, and is of the very strong type, it is not weak in melee combat.

Or rather, the members of the Sunstrider family have long since found the skill to combine magic and swordsmanship in their long lives.

His son, Prince Kael'thas was also a master of swordsmanship, and his wide magic robes were not wrapped in a thin body that Gianna had imagined, but rather streamlined and well-proportioned muscles.

Coupled with the infinite energy supply of sunglasses, the father and son have already tempered their bodies with magic to be as powerful as the top warriors.

"You're such a good opponent!"

Alsace commented meaningfully.

"I'll cut off your head! It's like cutting off the heads of trolls and orcs! Intruder! ”

Anastria unleashed a flaming blow and unleashed an onslaught.

With each attack, he unleashed as much energy as he could to unleash a blast of fire to scorch his opponents, occasionally unleashing instantaneous spells to match.

If you were an ordinary warrior, you would have been defeated long ago under such an attack.

It's a pity that in the face of the power of Frost Sorrow, no matter how hot the flames are, they will completely turn into beautiful ice flowers when they get close to the Death Knight.

"If you can do it, just come, anyway, you elves who think highly of yourself like to talk big." Arthas pushed it back with a sword and sneered and mocked.

Probably because he had heard his father, King Terenas, complain about the arrogance and conceit of the elven king when he was young, he had never had a good impression of the elves.

Now that he has become an undead, it has become even more intense, filled with an inexplicable hatred.

This can be glimpsed in the more painful way in which the elves died.

Since Anastria was a hateful attack, the battle between the two entered a fever pitch from the start.

All kinds of gorgeous swordsmanship and attack methods, as well as the diametrically opposed magic forms of cold and hot, all made those who saw this scene feel extremely shocked.

The elves naturally hoped that their king would win, so that they would have a chance to turn defeat into victory.

As for the natural disaster, it still mercilessly continued to launch onslaught attacks from other places, constantly compressing the opponent's activity space, and then achieving the goal of encircling and cutting until total annihilation.

Sylvanas stood aside and watched the battle silently, watching the army of the undead slaughter his beloved compatriots, staining the beautiful Silvermoon City red with blood, his heart was already full of holes due to pain, and he subconsciously held the talisman that hung around his neck to preserve the other half of his soul.

Now she desperately longed for someone to stand up and put an end to her ugly and dirty form.

Unfortunately, even death and sleep have become a luxury.

As Sylvanas stared at the battle between Anastria and Arthas, he suddenly felt a hand pass through his hair from behind and on his shoulder.

"Dear Ranger General, can you tell me how you're feeling right now?"

Darkan Drahir grinned cruelly and whispered diabolically as she leaned against the banshee's side.

From that vicious look, it was not difficult to see that he enjoyed the feeling of trampling the powerful people high above Silvermoon City under his feet.

After all, in addition to the forbidden knowledge and power, what this guy wants to do most is to take revenge on those big people who despise him and don't give him what he deserves.

"I want to slit your throat and watch the blood gush out of the wound."

Sylvanas's tone was cold and bloodthirsty.

Anyone staring at her glowing red eyes would feel creepy.

But Darkan De La Hir, who had already taken refuge in Alsace, was not afraid, but grabbed a strand of the other party's hair and put it in front of his nose and sniffed it, and said meaningfully: "I think you should know that this is impossible."

Because under the Lich King's gaze, no matter how much hatred and anger you have, it's pointless.

By the way, your hair smells good, just like when you were alive, and it doesn't stench with the other undead.

Keep it up.

Maybe one day I will apply to my master to transfer you to my command. ”

With that, Darkan Delahir reached out to caress Sylvanas' pale, bloodless face.

Because he knew that the once arrogant Windranger General could not refuse himself at all now.

Just as his fingers were about to touch his cheek, an unfamiliar voice suddenly sounded from behind.

"Please, can you please not make such a nasty and disgusting action......"

(End of chapter)