The night was already dark, and the white lady and the blue child hung high in the night sky, reflecting soft light. This was supposed to be a quiet and peaceful night suitable for sleeping.
However, in the north of the mainland, the high elven warriors of Quel'Thalas are still fighting tenaciously and risking their lives against the undead on the island of Quel'Danas.
Here, countless undead are being cut in half by the sophisticated sharp blades of the frontline warriors, or are being shot by rangers from behind with sharp arrows accurately piercing their heads, or are being shot by mages. Huge fireballs and ice balls exploded into piles of ashes, or froze into pieces of flesh and blood.
However, this did not have much effect... Even if the high elves had eliminated countless undead, even if they had to retreat several battle lines because too many undead corpses were piled up in front of the battle line, but, more More undead are still rushing forward one after another without stopping, as if they can never be killed, they can never be killed...
The elves on Queldanas Island have tried their best, but the undead are killing more and more, and they are killing more and more... It seems that they can't kill them all! Behind the Ice Bridge there is...
The fine enchanted war blades have begun to have chips and curled edges. The weapons are becoming more and more blunt, and the warriors don't even have time to change their weapons!
The rangers' arrows were almost exhausted, and many were so tired that they could not even pull the bowstring. They had to pick up their short swords and step forward to fend off the undead that were getting closer and closer, because the warriors on the front line were too damaged. too much!
The mages are even more unbearable. Although they have the support of almost infinite magic power from the Sunwell, many people are overloaded due to continuous spell casting. The pressure on their brains and spirits is too great. They have already They cast spells continuously and fought hard for half a night. Some of the low-level ones even fainted with blood from their orifices due to over-casting spells...
At the beginning, most of the undead the high elves faced were ugly zombies, slow-moving skeletons, ferocious ghouls and huge sewing abominations...
However, in the second half of the night, the Elf defenders finally discovered a fact that horrified them: the enemies they were now facing were more of their fallen comrades! Their tribesmen after death!
The undead actually resurrected their most trusted partner and most reliable comrade-in-arms right there! Then, those undead actually made the most lovely and respectable tribesmen, who had died fighting hard, turn around and charge towards their own formation...
One moment, the comrade who was still willing to die to protect his brother's knife has now turned into a ferocious devil and slashed at his own people; the last second, the ranger who was still shooting the last fatal arrow at the enemy, now It actually turned around and shot its vicious arrows towards its own people. The mages who should have been dead for a long time got up one by one and threw evil arrows into the friendly formations they were originally protecting. Orb...
Finally, under the double torment of tired body and soul, and under the constant attack of countless waves of undead, the last defense of the Sunwell Highlands, the last front line composed of the flesh and blood of the remaining high elf warriors, finally emerged. At this moment, it was announced that it had been defeated by the undead natural disaster! Countless undead stepped over their corpses and poured into the core area further inside...
King Anastarian finally appeared in front of the death knight Arthas again. After all, the opponent has now rushed to the core of the Sunwell Highlands and surrounded it. They have no way out. But retreat!
Their defeat this time was not unjust. Under the fierce attack of the traitors within the elves and the endless attacks of the undead, almost all the troops of their high elves fell here. They lost completely!
In fact, when the undead first landed, their high elf mages had cast spells many times in an attempt to destroy the ice bridge!
At that time, they released blazing magical flames and blew up the magnificent ice cross-sea bridge into sections many times, and also buried countless undead souls under the sea! However, Death Knight Arthas was always able to repair it quickly. That magic sword seemed to have infinite power!
Now, the Sunwell cannot be defended after all.
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Sighing, King Anastarian was now covered in dark blood and looked at the human prince, Arthas, standing opposite him with a slightly embarrassed expression. Oh no! The person in front of me is no longer human! Perhaps it would be more appropriate to call him Death Knight Arthas?
Before Anastarian started the war, he never thought that the high elves would be defeated so quickly this night! In just half a night, he was reduced to such a situation? Almost more than 80% of Quel'Thalas's troops are concentrated here. How did it become like this?
Originally, at dusk, when the undead had just begun to land, although their elves were still at a disadvantage in numbers, they were able to fight vigorously with the magic shield of the Sunwell Highlands.
Although many undead still swarmed onto the island, the situation was still firmly controlled by their high elves. Those undead could only helplessly wander outside the shield, constantly being attacked by rangers and mages. One after another, one after another, people were named and shot.
However, when he, Anastarian, ordered the mage group to start casting large-scale spells, he was ready to completely blow up the ice bridge that continuously transported troops to the undead disaster in one fell swoop, and then slowly clean up the undead that poured onto the island. At this time, the change finally happened!
For countless years, the magical shield that the Magic Kingdom of Quel'Thalas had been proud of suddenly exploded and burst at this critical moment!
The shield suddenly shattered, and the violent magic impact caused the members of the magic group who were casting spells to immediately suffer a huge backlash! Almost instantly, more than 80% of the high-level mages lost their combat effectiveness, and the remaining less than 20% were all seriously injured. They were unable to release any valuable high-level spells in a short period of time! But how much effect can ordinary fireballs, arcane storms, and frost spells have on those seas of the undead?
The only possibility that came to Anastarian's mind at that time was the intelligence sent by Ranger General Sylvanas, which contained another important piece of information: traitor!
Sure enough, it has now been proven that there is a traitor among the high elves. At this critical moment, this traitor gave the Kingdom of Quel'Thalas a fatal blow!
As a result, as the shields were broken and a large number of mages had to withdraw from the battle, the situation began to take a turn for the worse. It took almost no time for the endless sea of undead to flood the entire Sunwell Highlands, and countless brave warriors had died. , and one by one climbed up with another different appearance, and the death knight Arthas, also holding the magic sword Frostmourne, finally stood in front of his King Anastarian as a winner... …!
"Ha!" Alsace snorted coldly, with a hint of a sinister smile on his lips, and jumped down from an ordinary undead war horse.
Since his invincibility was burned away, he can only ride these ordinary things now! Every time he gets on this inferior war horse, he will always be reminded of his invincibility, and then, unconsciously, he will hate those long-eared high elves even more!
When Arthas walked to the front of the formation and looked at Anastarian, the previously arrogant king of Quel'Thalas, who was surrounded by the circle, and saw the miserable look on his face, Arthas felt deep in his heart. Here, I finally have a little bit of the pleasure of revenge!
Of course, these alone are not enough! After he kills the last group of resisters in front of him and resurrects Kel'Thuzad, he will go back and bulldoze Silvermoon City! Kill all the pointy-eared elves in the city! Leave no one behind!
"What? At this time, you are not planning to surrender? Long-eared elves?" Tilting his head, looking at the defeated soldiers in front of him, Arthas suddenly felt that maybe there was no need to rush to kill them so quickly. .
"Or, you can give it a try, kneel down humbly, and then try to beg mercy from me, the king of Lordaeron, and I will probably reject you severely! Hahaha...!"
Arthas took a few steps forward frivolously, laughed in a low voice, and looked cruelly at King Anastarian and the last few royal guards around him, the two remaining mages, and the dozen or so high-ranking officials. Elf commoners.
These may be the last elves near the Sunwell Highlands! Others have either turned into corpses or become members of his army of death.
Now, looking at the frightened expressions on their faces, and the endless fear of imminent death, Arthas felt that this kind of pleasure of holding the enemy's life in his hands, killing and killing him, was really a delicacy. He needed it. Enjoy it!
"That's enough, put away your disgusting words! Arthas, your despicable words and deeds can only make me hate and despise you even more! When you thrust the sharp blade into the chest of Terenas, who welcomed you with open arms, At that time, when you extended your butcher knife to the people who trusted you, you were no longer worthy of being a king! You, the executioner who killed your master, your father, and your country! Maybe, you won today! But, I'm here to tell you! We in Quel'Thalas will never surrender to you! We will fight to the last man! Quel'Thalas will never perish. One day, the vengeful flames of our high elves will destroy us. You burn!”
Anastarian drew out the Flame Strike from his waist. He had already sent out several Dragon Eagle Knights before. They had already dispersed and attacked in the direction of Silvermoon City with his final order! And now, it's time for him, the king of the high elves, to fulfill his last duty!
He lowered his head and looked at the sword in his hand. From the ancient war more than 10,000 years ago, to the later troll war, and now to the invasion of the undead natural disasters, this sword of the Sun Chaser family - Flame Strike, it I have witnessed countless battles, big and small...
Quel'Thalas has been passed down for nearly ten thousand years, and now, this flaming strike, the symbol of the Sunstrider family's royal power, will continue to bear witness to the final honor of a high elf king!
"Darkhan Drasil!!" Anastarian pulled out his sword and pointed angrily at an elf not far behind Arthas! It was this traitor who caused the elves' homeland to be destroyed! it's him! Let all the defenses of the high elves be in vain! This shameful villain!
"Today, I declare in the name of the King of Quel'Thalas: We expel you! From today on, you will no longer be a noble high elf! You will always be a despicable, homeless soul. ! Now, right here, let us tell you with actions! No matter he is a king or a soldier! No matter he is a noble or a commoner! We in Quel'Thalas will always only have the souls of those who died in battle, and there will never be any A living coward like you! In the name of the sun!"
“In the name of the sun!!!”
All the elves behind Anastarian shouted loudly in unison. The remaining royal guards grasped the gapped swords and stood firmly beside their king. The two mages also used their last magic power. , prepared their magic, and the civilians grabbed the stones or sticks they could find nearby. At this moment, all of them were no longer afraid or hesitant, and stood up so resolutely and walked behind the king.
"You, you, you..." Darkan trembled, and was so frightened by the dozens of dying elves in front of him that he took several steps back.
"Huh huh huh... Stupid elves, even at this time, you still have the same arrogant attitude. Then, you should prepare to face the judgment of death!" Arthas ignored Darkan behind him. In his opinion, That elf in the back is just a bug!
Arthas is planning to take action, and this damn old elf man will keep his words until death! That sentence of "killing masters and killing fathers" was still very destructive to him, and in his cold heart, the joy of revenge that was not much in the first place soon disappeared without a trace!
"attack!"
Arthas said softly, and while the other undead pounced on him, he also faced the Anastari King who came forward. Frostmourne shattered the Flame Strike with just such a light blow, and then The force of the sharp blade continued unabated, and it stabbed through the Elf King's chest...
While the Flame Strike was shattering, it also witnessed the death of a king. Perhaps, the era of the high elves, just like this sword, is broken. However, the high elves will never give in, and they will continue to fight. , they will pay with blood, in the name of the sun's rays...
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Descendants of blood
in the name of the sun's rays
