The night was already dark, and the white lady and the blue child were hanging high in the night sky, reflecting a soft light. This should have been a quiet and peaceful night suitable for sleep.
However, in the north of the continent, the high elf warriors of Quel'thalas are still fighting tenaciously with the undead on the island of Quel'danas.
Here, countless undead were being cut in half by the excellent sharp blades of the frontline warriors, or were whistled out by the rangers from behind and accurately pierced their heads, or were huge fireballs and ice balls cast by the mages and flew into ashes, or frozen into pieces of flesh and blood.
However, this did not have much effect... Even though the high elves had already destroyed countless undead spirits, even if they had to retreat several fronts because there were too many undead corpses piled up in front of the front, more and more undead spirits continued to pounce on each other, as if they could never kill them, and they would never kill them...
The elves on Queldas Island have tried their best, but the undead have killed more and more, and the more they have killed more and more... It seems that no matter how they are killed, they can't be killed! There is still behind the Ice Bridge...
The exquisite enchanted battle blades have begun to appear in gaps and curls, and the weapons have become more and more dull, while the soldiers have no time to replace the weapons!
The rangers' arrows were almost exhausted, and many people were even too tired to pull the bowstrings. They had to pick up the short sword and go forward to resist the dead souls that were getting closer and closer, because the warriors on the front line had already lost too much!
The mages were even more unbearable. Although they had the support of almost infinite magic power behind the Sun Well, many people were overloaded by continuous casting. The constant casting of spells was too much pressure on their brains and minds. They had been casting spells continuously and fought for half a night. Some of them were even fainted due to excessive casting of spells...
At the beginning, most of the undeads faced by the high elves were just those ugly-looking zombies, slow-moving skeletons, ferocious and cruel ghouls and huge snails...
However, in the middle of the night, the elf defenders finally discovered a fact that terrified them: the enemies they are now facing are more of the comrades who fell before! Their tribe members who died!
The undead actually resurrected their most trusted companions and the most reliable comrades-in-arms on the spot! Then, those undead actually made these originally the cutest, respectable tribesmen who died in battle turn back and rush towards their own array...
The moment before, the comrades who were still dying than blocking the knife for their brothers now turned into a ferocious devil and slashed at their own people; the last second, the ranger who was still shooting the last fatal arrow at the enemy turned around and shot its vicious arrow; and the mages who should have died for a long time even got up one by one, throwing evil magic balls into the friendly formation they originally protected...
Finally, under the double tremendous torture of the tired body and soul, and under the continuous rush of countless undead waves, the last defense of the Sun Well Highland, the last front composed of the flesh and blood of the remaining high elf warriors, was announced at this moment that it was defeated by the undead natural disaster! Countless undead stepped past their bodies and rushed into the core area inside...
King Anastarien, he finally appeared in front of the Death Knight Arthas again. After all, the other party had now rushed to the core area of ​​the Sunwell Highlands and surrounded it. They had no way out!
Their defeat this time was not unfair. Under the fierce attacks of traitors and endless undead attacks, almost all of their high elves' troops were almost defeated here, and they lost a lot!
In fact, long before the undead landed, the mage of their high elves had cast spells many times, trying to destroy the ice bridge!
At that time, they released the blazing magic flames and repeatedly blew the magnificent ice-crossing bridge into sections, and buried countless undeads at the bottom of the sea! However, the Death Knight Alsace could always repair it quickly. The magic sword seemed to have infinite power!
Now, the Well of the Sun can't be kept.
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Sighing, King Anastarien was now covered in dark blood stains, looking at the human prince standing opposite him in a slightly embarrassed manner, Alsace. Oh, no! The one in front of him is no longer a human! Perhaps, it would be more appropriate to call him the Death Knight Alsace?
Before Anastarien started the war, he never thought that their high elves would be defeated so quickly this night! In just half a night, they were actually in such a situation? Almost 80% of Quel's troop strength was concentrated here, how could it become like this?
Originally, at dusk, when the undead just started landing, although their elves were still at a disadvantage, they could use the magic shield of the Sunwell Highland to fight vividly.
Although many undead have flowed onto the island, the situation is still firmly controlled by their high elves. The undead can only wander outside the shield so helplessly, and are constantly being shot and killed by the rangers and mages one by one.
However, when Anastarien ordered the mage group to start casting large spells, preparing to completely blow up the ice bridge that continuously transported troops to the undead natural disaster in one breath, and then slowly cleared the undead that rushed to the island, a mutation finally happened!
For countless years, the magic shield that they once proud of in the Magic Kingdom of Quel'thalas suddenly exploded and broke at this critical moment!
The suddenly broken shield and the violent magic impact caused the members of the mage group who were casting the spells to be greatly backfired! Almost instantly, more than 80% of the high-level mages directly lost their combat power, and less than 20% of the remaining were seriously injured, and no valuable high-level spells could be released in a short period of time! But how much effect can ordinary fireballs, storms of the level of the frost have on those seas of undead?
The only possibility that Anastalian thought of at that time was the information sent by Ranger General Sylvanas, another important information mentioned in it: Traitor!
Sure enough, it has now been proved that a traitor appeared inside the high elf. At this critical moment, this traitor gave the Kingdom of Quelthalas a perfect fatal blow!
So, with the breaking of the shield and the large number of mages having to withdraw from the battle, the situation of the battle began to take a sharp turn. The continuous sea of ​​undead flooded the entire Sunwell Highland in almost no time. Countless brave warriors had died, and they all crawled up in a different way. The death knight Alsace, holding the magic sword Frost sadness, finally stood in front of him as a victorious person...!
"Ha!" Arthas snorted coldly, with a grim smile on his lips, and he jumped off an ordinary undead war horse.
Since his invincibility was burned, he has to ride these ordinary goods now! Every time he stepped on this inferior war horse, he always remembered his invincibility, and then, unconsciously, he would hate those high elves with long ears even more!
When Arthas walked to the front and looked at Anastarien surrounded in the circle, the formerly arrogant King Quel'thalas, and when he saw the miserable appearance of the other party, he finally felt a little bit of pleasure in his heart of revenge!
Of course, these alone are far from enough! After he kills the last group of stubborn resisters in front of him and resurrects Kel Thujad, he will turn around and flatten the Silver Moon City! Kill all the pointed-eared elves in the city! No one left!
"Why? At this moment, aren't you planning to surrender? Elf with long ears?" He tilted his head and looked at the remnants of defeated soldiers in front of him, Alsace suddenly felt that maybe there was no need to rush to kill them so quickly.
"Or you can try it, kneel down humbly, and then, try to beg me, the king of Lordaeron, for mercy, and I, will most likely reject you! Hahahaha..."
Arthas walked forward frivolously, laughed in a low voice, and looked cruelly at King Anastarien and the last royal guards beside him, two remnants of wizards, and the dozens of high elves civilians.
These may be the last elves near the Sunwell Highlands! And the others have either turned into corpses or become members of his army of death.
Now, looking at the panic-ridden faces on their faces, the endless fear of death, Alsace felt that the pleasure of holding the enemy's life in his hands and robbing life and death was really a delicious dish, and he needed to enjoy it well!
"It's enough, put away your disgusting words! Alsace, your despicable words and deeds can only make me dislike and despise you even more! When you insert the sharp blade into the chest of Terenas who welcomes you with open arms, when you stretch your butcher knife to the people who trust you, you are no longer worthy of being a king! You, the master who kills the master and kills your father, destroys your country by yourself! Maybe, you won today! But, I'll tell you here! We, Quelthalas, will never surrender to you! We will fight to the last person! Quelthalas will never perish. One day, the flames of revenge of our high elves will burn you!"
Anastarien pulled out the flame strike at his waist. He had sent several Dragon Eagle Knights before, and they had already taken his last order to attack in the direction of Silver Moon City! And now, it is time for him, the king of the high elf, to perform his last duties!
I looked down at the sword in my hand. From the ancient battle more than 10,000 years ago, to the later battle of trolls, to the current invasion of the undead natural disaster, this sword of the Sun Chaser Family - the Flame Strike, has witnessed countless battles of all sizes...
Quelthalas has been passed down for nearly ten thousand years, and now, this flaming strike, a symbol of the royal power of the Sun Chaser family, will continue to witness the final honor of a high elf king!
"Dalkan Delahir!!" Anastarien drew out his sword and pointed at an elf not far from behind Arthas angrily! It was this traitor, he destroyed the elf's home! It was him! It made all the defenses of the high elves look useless! This shameful evildoer!
"Today, I announce in the name of King Quelthalas: We expel you! From now on, you will no longer be a noble high elf! You will always be a despicable, homeless soul! Now, here, let us tell you with actions! Whether he is a king or a soldier! Whether he is a noble or a civilian! We at Quelthalas will always have only dead souls who die in battle, and there will never be a coward like you! In the name of the sun!"
"In the name of the sun!!!"
All the elves behind Anastarien shouted loudly, and the remaining royal guards held the swords tightly and stood firmly by their king. The two mages also used their last magic power to prepare their magic. The civilians grabbed the handy stones or wooden sticks that could be found nearby. At this moment, all of them were no longer afraid or hesitant, and stood up and walked behind the king.
"You, you, you..." Darkan shivered, and was so scared that he took several steps back by the dozens of dead elves in front of him.
"Hmph...Silly elves, it's time for you, you are still in that arrogant attitude. Then, you are ready to face the judgment of death!" Alsace ignored Dalkan behind him, in his opinion, the elf behind was just a bed bug!
Arthas planned to take action, and this damn elf old man was stubborn until he died! The words that killing masters and fathers were still very lethal to him, which made him cold heart, and the pleasure of revenge that was not much soon disappeared!
"attack!"
Arthas said softly, while the other undead pounced on him, he also faced King Anastari who was approaching. Frost Sadness just had such a light blow, shattering the flame strike, and then the sharp blade continued to extinguish, piercing the elf king's chest hard...
While the flames were broken, they also witnessed the death of a king. Perhaps, the era of the High Elves was like this sword, and the shattering ended. However, the High Elves would never surrender. They would continue to fight, and they would pay their blood debts and blood, in the name of the sun's light...
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Blood descendants
Chapter completed!