A thousand years ago, the elves who left Kalimdor found a place similar to Kalimdor, the subcontinent northeast of Lordaeron, deep in the forest.

Here they founded the kingdom of Quel'Salas and vowed to compare them to their people in Kalimdor.

Since then, these elves have referred to themselves as High Elves to distinguish themselves from the Night Elves who remained in Kalimdor.

However, Quel'Salas is located on top of an ancient troll city, which is sacred to the trolls.

For trolls, the High Elves are undoubtedly intruders.

Therefore, the trolls began to attack in a big way at the first time.

However, the High Elves were unwilling to give up their new land, and used the magic collected from the Well of Eternity to hide their land with a protective barrier, and made a magical barrier by building inscription runes, relying on magical power to keep the trolls out of the country again and again.

Thanks to the efforts of the High Elves, Quel'Thalas has finally become a radiant city.

Not only did they build beautiful palaces, but they also established the Silvermoon Council in Silvermoon City, the capital of Quel'Thalas, which is made up of seven elven elders dedicated to protecting the elven land and its people.

However, the trolls never gave up on their sacred place, and several years ago they organized another attack to besiege Quel'Thalas, in which they were helped by their human ally Lordaeron, and it was at that time that Arthas had come to Quel'Thalas.

Both Lordaeron and Quel'Salas thought that after this battle, the continent should be able to usher in peace for a long time.

Unexpectedly, just a dozen years later, the undead would come.

"You damned beasts! What the hell is going to drive you back! ”

Sylvanas Windranger, the Ranger General of Silvermoon City, knew that she was no match for Titodios after half a month of continuous battles, especially after being breached two doors in a row, she could only retreat to the last corner with her remaining men.

Titodios, on the other hand, shouted to his undead soldiers:

"The second door has also opened! Once we've dealt with Sylvanas, the core of the entire Quel'Salas will be ours! ”

Titodios is not interested in this elven ranger who comes out from time to time to obstruct him, but never refuses to confront him head-on.

"This leprechaun is starting to bore me."

"When I catch her, I must torture her well!"

Titodios had already decided that he would not let Sylvanas, the elven ranger who had repeatedly interfered with him, die so happily.

"Necromancer, rest assured, the moment of your resurrection will come soon!"

During this time, Sylvanas sent messengers to Silvermoon several times to ask for help, but they were intercepted by the gargoyles of the undead's flying troops, so that Silvermoon's troops could not help her in time.

"Damn it!"

After receiving this news, Sylvanas knew that she was probably going to be here today.

Because no one expected that the undead army would have such terrifying combat effectiveness, and they were able to break through three lines of defense in a row in just half a month.

Now that the messenger has been intercepted, the Silvermoon City side doesn't know that the situation on the battlefield has become so bad, and there is no way to rescue them in time.

Besides, even if she knew, she was afraid that she was powerless, the undead army had already divided into two routes, heading straight for Silvermoon City and the Well of the Sun, and all she could do now was delay their progress.

"General! What are we going to do now, Eshina Samo hasn't come back either......"

"He's not coming back."

Sylvanas shook her head, she hadn't pinned her hopes on Winlesa from the beginning.

The reason why she was asked to find rescuers was because she could escape once the battlefield situation was bad.

Because the prince of Quel'Salas, Kael'thas, is studying magic in Dalaran at the moment, as long as Wenlesa can reach Dalaran, it can be regarded as leaving a seed for the high-level elves.

Although the current situation has not yet developed to that point, Sylvanas has foreseen the future.

Not only Silvermoon City, but with the strength of the undead, I am afraid that the entire elven home in the Eastern Kingdom, Quel'Thalas, will be destroyed this time.

"I appreciate your courage, Elf, but this cat-and-mouse game is over!"

Finally, when Sylvanas was in another sneak attack on the undead base, he was caught by Titodios, who had been prepared, and a slumber magic was lost.

By the time she came to her senses from the effects of the magic, she found herself surrounded by a sea of ghouls and skeletons.

To her anger, at least half of them had been resurrected from the warriors they had fought against the undead.

"You butcher!"

Sylvanas knew that the time had come to decide her fate, and she glared fiercely at the Dreadlord in front of her, her delicate face distorted with anger, but still beautiful, "Then I'll stay here and fight you to the death!" ”

"As you wish!"

The Dreadlord didn't take matters into his own hands, but simply summoned a swarm of corrosive swarms and gave the order to attack.

Like an endless ocean, ghouls, skeletons, and crypt demons swarm Sylvanas and her men.

Seeing the soldiers who died with him on the battlefield unexpectedly being resurrected and joining the ranks of the undead, Sylvanas was even more dumbfounded:

“Anaralahbelore！”

She uttered what was perhaps the last elven word of her life, and unleashed her ultimate magic.

A rain of arrows rained down on the sky, and ghouls and skeletons fell.

"A little skillful, it's a pity that you met me!"

Seeing this, Titodios threw another sleepy spell, a trick that has been tried and tested against the heroes of this world.

"No!"

Seeing that his ultimate was forcibly interrupted, Sylvanas almost collapsed.

Once again, she was annihilated by a tidal wave of undead armies.

"Kill me!"

Eventually, when all the troops he brought with him had been killed and transformed into enemy forces, the Windranger had no more power to resist.

She looked at the condescending Titodios, "I should ...... Died with dignity. ”

Sister, I'll be there for you soon.

She said to herself.

Unexpectedly, Titodios walked up to her step by step, revealing a sly smile that belonged to the Dreadlord clan, and this smile made Sylvanas feel creepy:

"After all that I've been through, the last thing I want to give you is a quiet death."

As he spoke, he raised his hands in the air, and a palpitating force began to gather.

"No!"

Sylvanas reacted instantly.

He's trying to transform himself into a soulless undead!

Just like those warriors who died just now, become his puppets!

"You can't ......"

"No ——!"

Sylvanas' mournful voice resounded through the nearby forest.