In order to prove their worth to their new masters, the Sarain decisively betrayed the country they had sworn allegiance to.
Stealing the secret crystal and destroying the defensive barrier of Silvermoon City was only one of the results of Sarain's exchange for the favor of the new master, but it was far from the whole story.
Anastarian stopped on the city wall and looked at the endless army of the dead outside the Music City, with neither sorrow nor compassion in his eyes.
The three hidden crystals are important core components that form the defensive barrier of Silver Moon City, but they are not the city defense barrier itself.
Without the Hidden Crystal as a buffer against attacks on the city wall, the sophisticated magic mechanism would soon be overloaded and fail.
But this was originally the top secret of Quel'Thalas, but it seems that everyone already knows it.
Alsace stood motionless outside the city, just stuck at the edge of the farthest range of various city defense weapons.
The technicians and acolytes of the Undead Scourge quickly constructed siege equipment, and the flesh and blood giants put on bridles and pulled the plague corpse cart to move quickly.
Finally, before nightfall, the undead natural disaster's offensive began.
Countless projectiles drew an arc and hit the city wall of Silver Moon City, which had never been damaged in four thousand years. The city defense barrier began to break as if it was overwhelmed.
second round.
Round three.
Round 4.
After four rounds of strikes from the Scourge's siege weapons, the wall barrier that glowed like a silver moon in the night became dim.
Arthas raised Frostmourne and pointed forward, and the clawed ghouls on the front line of the undead army swarmed up.
"Do it."
As soon as Anastarian ordered, the magicians on the hidden wall chanted spells that brought destruction, performing high-temperature sterilization of friendship on the Lich King's toys.
The flames of the Firestorm briefly dispelled the darkness of the night, and the high elves guarding the city discovered that the Scourge had ignored the attacking troops and dropped the fifth round of ammunition.
Anastarian raised the Flame Strike, using himself as a magic node to directly re-inject the power of the Sunwell into the city wall.
At this moment, Silver Moon City is shining brightly again, just like Golden Sun City.
Alsace remained unwavering, throwing and charging, quietly watching everything in front of him without knowing what he was thinking.
Each round of the undead natural disaster's charge did not bring any results. Some were burned to death by the magicians and others were accidentally injured by their own army's siege weapons.
After nine rounds of charges, the corpses of nearly 20,000 natural disaster minions were piled outside Silver Moon City.
These bones and flesh have piled up a small slope at the base of the city wall, making the high elf guards tremble in their hearts.
If any force in Azeroth were to overrun the city like this, it would be a devastating blow to the morale of their own army.
But Arthas didn't care.
It seems that the minions of the natural disaster should have been used in this way.
After the fifteenth round of throwing and the tenth round of charging, the Scourge of the Undead still had no results.
But Anastarian suddenly turned his head and looked northwest.
That's the direction of the Isle of Quel'Danas.
Arthas heard the Lich King's whisper almost at the same time that the Sun King noticed the strange movement.
Done!
The huge oppressive force of the undead scourge army prompted Anastarian to transfer the huge magic power of the Sunwell to Silvermoon City.
Under the guidance of the Lich King, the four natural disaster fortresses have completed the siege and suppression of the Sunwell Highlands.
The Sunwell, which was suppressed by the psychic circle, temporarily interrupted the supply of magic power to Silver Moon City.
Arthas pulled out Frostmourne again, and unparalleled darkness and coldness spurted out from the artifact.
With one sword strike, Alsace split open the gate of Silver Moon City that had lost its magic power from a distance of thousands of meters.
No need for extra words, tens of thousands of undead souls outside Silver Moon City were restless, roaring silently, and the souls enslaved by the Lich King were trembling.
Only killing can temporarily sustain mental torture.
The fanatical natural disaster army launched a general attack, and behind Arthas there was a steady stream of undead minions gathering towards Silvermoon City.
There seems to be no hope for Quel'Thalas.
But Anastarian refused.
The Sun King jumped down, crushing the undead vanguard rushing towards the gap in the city gate like a meteor.
His eyes had lost their pupils, and only the fiery arcane overflow spilled out of their sockets.
No legion's minions can cross the Sun King's body, and the flaming strike never kills the enemy a second time.
Inspired by the Sun King's powerful strength, the defenders of Silvermoon City began to fight back.
But Alsace still didn't care. The invincible man under his crotch felt his master's mood and walked forward slowly with small steps.
In Arthas's eyes, Anastarian was no longer a "person", he was just a body that was about to burn out and emit residual heat.
This was destined to be a boring battle, not enough to touch Alsace's already frozen heart.
one thousand?
two thousand?
Three thousand?
Sun King Anastarian became more and more courageous as he fought, and his body seemed to contain endless magic power.
But the magicians had already run out of gas, and even the fireball spell was no longer able to be used.
"Why isn't the arcane puppet ready yet?"
Biluohua's angry questions were not answered, and Lor'themar wanted to escort the Archmage away, but was refused.
"Before, I was angry because His Majesty's roommates were at war with each other. I felt that since we were old friends, we couldn't talk openly about anything. Now it seems that Your Majesty is right. It's me who is old and fatuous."
To be able to become a great mage, Bi Luohua never lacks wisdom.
When the country is in crisis, the only one standing at the front is the Sun King. This is outrageous.
Bi Luohua looked at the brightly lit lights in Silver Moon City, then looked at the tired figure beside him, and already made a decision in his heart.
"You are the future of Silver Moon City."
Without saying such thoughts, Biluohua raised his staff and teleported everyone present to Quel'Danas.
"It's really a superb skill. It can be teleported at a fixed point across such a long distance."
The Lich King's whisper rang in Biluohua's ears.
Then, the Grand Magister accepted Ner'zhul's compliment and cut off its whispers.
Even if the magic power of the Sunwell is lost as a supplement, the Grand Mage is still the Grand Mage and the top spellcaster in Azeroth.
Bi Luohua left the city defense headquarters and walked towards the city gate.
It's a pity that Biluohua was not able to see the last heroic act of his old friend Anastarian.
Arthas did not defeat the Sun King.
The flaming strike is not afraid of the sharpness of Frostmourne.
Anastarian is also unafraid of the Death Knight's force.
Arthas didn't even leave the invincible saddle. He sat on his beloved horse and blocked a few swords. The most powerful man in Quel'Thalas, who had run out of fuel, was reduced to ashes under the backlash of magic power.
Immediately afterwards, the undead natural disaster entered the city.
Unlike the massacre of Lordaeron and Stratholme, what the Lich King wanted was always the Sunwell.
Anastarian did not issue an order for reinforcements in the end, and the high elves still had a large number of troops stationed on the island of Quel'Danas.
Therefore, Arthas had no interest in burning this Silvermoon City.
Under the guidance of Alsace, the elites of the Undead Scourge pushed forward the entire Kingdom Avenue, heading straight towards the port area.
Finally, after passing through Silver Moon City, the dark sea in the distance reflected the brilliance of the sunwell.
Arthas inserted Frostmourne into the water. At this moment, the Lich King's will crossed the freezing North Sea and injected the stubborn cold power into Frostmourne.
A bridge of frost that transcended miracles appeared in the sea.
"What the hell is this?"
Thora Starbreaker and Sylvanas Windrunner, who were rowing the boat, looked at each other in confusion, and quickly turned around and continued to move in the direction of Quel'Danas.
At the gate of the city, the great mage Bi Luohua, who single-handedly prevented the undead from entering the city, was feeling the torment of both vitality and magic being depleted, waiting for the end of his life.
However, the undead around him were endlessly killed, and a meteor streaked across the distant sky.
That doesn't seem to be popular. The trajectory of popularity is a smooth curve, and this weird path cannot be shaken out.
"..."
Bi Luohua looked at the "shooting stars" that were getting bigger and bigger, and ignored his vow to fight to the death. He picked up the hem of the mage's robe and ran away.
This thing is just for the gate of Silver Moon City!
