The Key of Three Moons, a magical artifact cut into three pieces of moon crystal, is also the final key that the Scourge must possess in order to pass through the Elvengate to Silvermoon City.
They are secretly stored in three treasure halls in Quel'Thalas, and each treasure hall is located at the intersection of magic trails and looks very similar to the Sunwell.
In other words, these temples are small sunwells, maintaining the "Bantinoreil" magic barrier that has protected the high elves for thousands of years.
All the magic trails are like the arteries of the earth, but what flows through them is not blood, but pure magical energy from the core of the planet beneath our feet.
This is a secret known only to a very small number of high-level elf wizards. Even the dwarves, humans, and gnomes who are their allies do not know it.
But now, just because of Dal'Khan Drathil's betrayal, the powerful magic barrier that even the Lich King and Arthas were helpless against was easily broken.
With the help of the guides, the Scourge army didn't even need to head-on attack these temples with powerful magical guards. They only needed to send a few death knights and necromancers to follow the other side into the interior, and then suddenly launch an attack to kill the guards, and then they could easily get the desired crystal key.
Antaras, Andalos, Anowyn...
In less than four days, all three temples fell, and the mages, guards, and arcane puppets stationed there were all killed or injured. There was not even enough time to send out an early warning.
It turns out that when a country is invaded by foreign enemies, nothing is more deadly than the appearance of traitors among high-ranking officials.
Although Ranger-General Sylvanas single-handedly blew up the bridge and bought some time for Silvermoon City, 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 might attack at any time.
You must know that after the massacres in Ghostland and Eversong Woods, Arthas' army is no longer composed only of ground units such as skeletons, ghouls, zombies, shadows, ghosts, stitched abominations, and crypt demons.
Through the massacre of forest trolls, he also obtained more powerful troops such as giant bear zombies transformed by the plague, death dragon eagles and giant eagles.
These were originally birds of prey and beasts domesticated by the Amani trolls, but now they are all forced to join the Scourge and become the elite troops that are about to attack Silvermoon City and launch a massacre.
After thousands of years, the trolls are finally going to take revenge on their old enemies in another way.
I just don't know whether they will be happy about this.
Looking at the rushing river in front of him and the beautiful female elf standing on the other side of the river, as well as the determination revealed in the other's eyes, Arthas smiled playfully.
He simply raised Frostmourne in his hand and pointed it into the river, and thousands of zombies and ghouls around him jumped into the water one after another with a splash.
They grabbed each other's legs and managed to sink into the water and hold on to the rocks to avoid being washed away by the current.
The undead behind them kept moving forward by stepping on the corpses of their own kind, and managed to climb to the other side through this relay method.
When a link made of corpses appeared, the rest of the undead creatures rushed into the river and used their bodies to build a bridge that was wide enough for heavy siege equipment such as meat grinders, crossbows, and catapults to pass through.
No! It should be called a road!
Because even the rushing river was blocked by countless undead armies.
The terrifying scene made Sylvanas look incredulous.
Most importantly, the numerous corpses soaked in the water 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 can be predicted that if the villages downstream accidentally drink the water from the river, the entire village will be infected and eventually all transformed into soldiers of the Undead Scourge.
Like a general who is about to win, Arthas rode his undead horse Invincible across the road built by countless undead and arrived at the other side of the river.
At this moment, his mind couldn't help but recall a tragic leap in a certain winter when Wudi slipped and fell on the frozen rock, eventually breaking his leg and falling to the ground, screaming in pain.
At that time, I was so desperate that I almost suffocated, and I even had to cry and pierce the heart of this close friend and best companion with a sharp sword.
But now everything is different.
He is no longer the fragile mortal who was tortured by guilt and shame to the point of mental breakdown, and Wudi is no longer the ordinary animal who will be injured and die.
Both the man and the horse are much stronger than before.
The invincibility that was once lost will exist forever in the world, serving its master as always, and will never feel hunger, thirst or pain again, nor will it age or die.
This is the most perfect state in the world - eternity.
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 without Jaina's questioning gaze...
He enjoyed this freedom and unrestrainedness, and the satisfaction that came from breaking all rules and secular ethics and morals. He was eager to go against the grain and do all the things he had never dared to do before, whether it was massacre or destroying everything that others cherished most.
The only price to pay is to pledge allegiance to the Lich King and serve his plan.
"go ahead!"
After successfully crossing the river, the Death Knight immediately gave orders to the growing legion.
With the collapse of the Elf Gate and the magic barrier, the only thing standing between him and the Sunwell is Silvermoon City.
All he had to do was to completely raze to the ground this elven city that had experienced countless wars and had never been truly conquered, in order to prove the unrivaled power of the Lich King and the Scourge.
Nothing can defeat death! The hope, light, and justice that all living beings are proud of are nothing but insignificant dust in front of the cold and merciless death.
With this thought in mind, Arthas glanced at the Ranger General who had already begun to retreat with a look full of contempt.
Although this elf who was good at archery caused him a lot of trouble, it only delayed the army's advance.
The other side didn't even dare to engage in direct combat.
The only thing they could do was to continue launching sneak attacks and harassment, and try every means to burn the siege equipment that could pose a huge threat to Silvermoon City.
"Damn it! It seems that the plan that we had hoped to delay the crossing for a day or two has failed. At this rate, they will all be able to cross the river in a few hours at most. No, I have to notify the others immediately."
Seeing that the undead army had begun to cross the river, Sylvanas did not dare to stay for even a second. She immediately turned around and went to the nearby villages to organize the evacuation of civilians.
Having witnessed the tragic conditions in places ravaged by the Scourge, she knew that Zuo Si was right.
The safest way at this stage is to first transfer a large number of civilians who have no combat capability.
Regardless of whether Silvermoon City can be defended, at least it can be guaranteed that in the worst case scenario, Quel'Thalas will not be destroyed in one battle and there will be a chance for it to make a comeback.
Likewise, moving living civilians away can also prevent them from being killed and indirectly increasing the number and strength of the Undead Army.
With this idea in mind, the Ranger General and her men, despite being exhausted physically and mentally from fighting guerrilla warfare with Arthas for several days, quickly dispersed one by one to notify the civilians in the surrounding villages and towns, immediately discarded unnecessary property and began to migrate to the largest port in Eversong Forest.
Because there is really not much time left for them.
Although the movement speed of the terrifyingly large Undead Army is far from fast, the most terrifying thing about these guys is that they do not need to rest or eat, and will not be exhausted by long journeys.
Whether it was day or night, windy or rainy, or whether the road was muddy or not, it made no difference to a group of undead creatures.
Likewise, Sylvanas realized that she had to do something to buy the refugees time to escape.
Otherwise, if tens of thousands of civilians with no combat capability were caught up or intercepted during the transfer, the consequences would be disastrous.
It is time to make the necessary sacrifices to protect Quel'Thalas, just as our elder sister Alleria did...
Sylvanas quickly made a decision in her heart.
As a member of the Wind Walker family, she understood that this was the responsibility she had to bear and the fate she could not escape.
…
There is no doubt that the destruction of the Elf Gate, the collapse of the magic barrier, and the rapidly approaching Scourge have made the previously peaceful Silvermoon City suddenly tense.
Even Prince Kael'thas, who had no opinions and always gave people a sense of indecision, had to hold an emergency meeting to discuss the construction of a defense system, and at the same time urgently sent people to the Sunwell to invite his father back.
Although he was already several human lifetimes old, in the eyes of the senior veterans who were often two or three thousand years old, he was still just a "teenager" with no experience and was not qualified to handle such an important matter on behalf of Anasterian Sunstrider.
After all, it was the latter who led the high elves to form an alliance with humans and turned the tide to win the war with the trolls. Otherwise, Quel'Thalas would have been completely destroyed thousands of years ago and would not have its current glory.
It is precisely because of Anasteria's brilliant achievements that the people and parliamentarians are unwilling to trust anyone except him in this critical moment.
Unless the old king truly died, Kael'thas would always be just a prince and would never have the chance to touch power.
This is also the biggest difference between him and Arthas.
Although both are crown princes, the latter is the son of King Terenas in his old age.
According to the average human lifespan, Arthas does not need to wait until he is thirty years old to inherit the throne and become the supreme ruler of the Kingdom of Lordaeron.
But Kael'thas could only wait patiently, or even had no choice but to leave his country and seek better opportunities in Dalaran.
Because in the king and parliamentary system of the high elves, he, as a prince, could not find a position even of his own, and was more like a spare tire in case of emergency.
So Kael'thas didn't like staying in Silvermoon City, and even after settling in Dalaran, he rarely came back.
Because he couldn't find his own value here and was confused about the future of his long life.
But in Dalaran, he is not only a member of the Kirin Tor Council, but also a respected mentor of countless human mages and apprentices. He can always feel his importance from the eyes and tone of people around him.
But now, the elf prince, who had just finished an emergency meeting and was already exhausted, appeared in front of Zuo Si and was complaining.
"My dear friend, you have no idea how tricky the questions asked by those MPs are.
I don’t know how my father endured all these years.
To be honest, I am really glad that I don’t have to bear such heavy responsibilities and obligations, and I can do whatever I want every day.
But the problem is that Arthas and his Scourge have broken through all magical barriers and the defenses of the Elven Gate, and will reach Silvermoon City in a few days.
I have no other choice but to concentrate my efforts on the battle."
"Immediately recall the high-level elven mages in Dalaran, and then gather them all together to build a defensive circle composed of frost, fire, arcane energy and thunder and lightning.
With the infinite mana supply of the Sunwell, no matter how many undead there are, they cannot rush in.
This is your only chance to hold on and win.
If we miss it, the fall of Silvermoon City will only be a matter of time.
I believe you should have learned from Sylvanas's report that traitors have appeared within the high elves.
Otherwise, Arthas would never have been able to break through the magical barrier that had protected Quel'Thalas for thousands of years in such a short time, and accurately find the three temples where the keys were kept and grab them at lightning speed."
Zuo Si tried for the last time to persuade the equally tragic prince in front of him, as well as the High Elf Council who still refused to cry until they saw the coffin.
Through the eyes of church pastors and believers, he has learned that refugees have begun to appear in Yangfan Port.
Although the number is not large, only less than two thousand people, it is enough to show that the ranger troops sent out are about to collapse.
Kael'thas smiled bitterly, shook his head and explained: "I'm sorry, this goes against our laws and traditions that protect the interests of all mages.
What's more, it's too late to think about it now.
Just half an hour ago, the parliament passed a resolution to blockade the entire Silvermoon City and activate the magic defense system.
Therefore, all teleportation magic will be banned.
This is to prevent the enemy from taking advantage of the traitor's knowledge of the city and teleporting in to launch a surprise attack.
Therefore, the high elf mages in Dalaran had no way to get back through the portal, and the same was true for the mages living in other magical spires in Eversong Woods.
I suggest you leave now before the enemy arrives at your gates."
When saying this, the Elf Prince's tone was full of bitterness and helplessness.
After all, there is nothing more painful than seeing the problem clearly but being unable to solve it.
As a genius mage, Kael'thas certainly could not be a fool. He had long known that in addition to the traitor Darkhan Drathir, there must be other people in the parliament who secretly defected to the enemy.
But the question is what can we do now?
A thorough investigation with great fanfare?
Not only will it be impossible to find the traitor in a short period of time, but it may also cause internal chaos, eventually leading to panic among the people and even problems with organizational defense.
What's more, the High Elves' ruling method is not a feudal system that emphasizes the authority of the monarch like the Kingdom of Lordaeron, but a parliamentary system similar to a constitutional monarchy.
Both legislative and executive powers are in the hands of parliament. Even the king must obtain authorization from parliament to issue decrees, assemble troops, and wage war.
This means that once problems arise in parliament, it is absolutely impossible to resolve them quickly and easily.
Moreover, there are already many factions in the parliament, and even on ordinary days, fighting and quarreling are inevitable. Attacking each other is commonplace, and there is no way to tell who is the bribed traitor.
Therefore, the only option was to simply pretend that they knew nothing, continue to maintain superficial unity, and first think of a way to defend Silvermoon City.
Unlike Arthas, who always had the right to choose his own destiny, Kael'thas, the elven prince, never had any choice.
He is more like a poor wretch who is constantly being driven and can only choose between the worst and the not-so-bad path.
The former means a quick death, while the latter means death after enduring enough pain and torture.
Through his observations over the past few days, Zuo Si had apparently learned about the political system within Silver Moon City, which had experienced thousands of years of class solidification and in which the aristocratic families monopolized all power and resources.
Unless a war breaks out and all the upper ruling class are killed, there is no internal force that can reverse the current situation.
In fact, the reason why Kael'thas was able to quickly rise to power and become the leader of the blood elves after the catastrophe of Quel'Thalas was actually thanks to the massacre caused by Arthas in Silvermoon City.
It was the latter who unintentionally helped the former clear all obstacles to gaining power.
Many times, the cruel reality is so ironic and full of black humor.
What may be considered bad by most people may actually have a positive effect;
However, the things that people think are good may actually have extremely bad consequences.
However, Zuo Si did not follow Kael'thas' advice and leave Silvermoon City, which was doomed to fall, but chose to stay.
Because he wanted to see what Arthas had become now, and what the difference was between the mind control ability of the first Lich King, Ner'zhul, over the undead and that of the Mind Flayer.
In addition, the tens of thousands of high elves gathered in Silvermoon City also need a way to retreat at critical moments.
After all, the other party once helped the human refugees from Lordaeron to open up new homes in Stranglethorn Vale.
In return, Zuo Si naturally had to ensure the survival of a portion of the elven population.
Most importantly, he didn't want to see this race with unparalleled magical talents being forced to join the tribe like in the original timeline.
You must know that both orcs and trolls were once the mortal enemies of the elves, and the objects of their extreme hatred and contempt.
Therefore, the blood elves' decision to join the Horde is essentially equivalent to having to put aside their grudges and fight side by side with their former enemies in order to survive and continue the entire race.
Just thinking about that kind of entanglement makes people feel full of pain and struggle.
The high elves in particular had a long lifespan, and many of them had relatives or friends who died in the orc invasion.
This is why Zuo Si has always firmly believed that Garithos, this idiot, is extremely evil and has pushed a good traditional ally into the enemy camp.
It would be fine if we could successfully recover the Kingdom of Lordaeron in the end, after all, the victor would not be blamed.
But the problem is that when it comes to scheming, how could he possibly be a match for Sylvanas after she turned evil? Not only was he killed in the counterattack, destroying the precious Alliance's military strength, but he also caused the complete fall of Tirisfal Glades and the northern part of Silverpine Forest.
But now with Calia, the new Queen of Lordaeron, Garithos has no chance of gaining the supreme command of the coalition forces. He is merely the temporary commander of an army and cannot even leave the barracks without orders. Naturally, he has no chance to become an oversized troublemaker.
With the idea of turning the entire high elf race into his believers, Zuo Si quickly contacted the high elf female mages who had reached an agreement, and built portals directly to the City of Covenant in Stranglethorn Vale in two of the mage towers.
Of course, since the Silvermoon City defense system has been activated, these portals are temporarily out of function.
但城门只要被攻破，那么两个传送门就能成为市民撤离的快速通道。
就在两个传送门刚刚搭建完成之后不到四个小时，负责侦查敌情的龙鹰骑士就传回了一个噩耗。
游侠将军希尔瓦娜斯·风行者在阻挡天灾军团为平民争取逃亡时间的过程中惨遭死亡骑士阿尔萨斯杀害。
她所率领的游侠部队更是全军覆没，连一个活着逃出来的人都没有。
这个重磅消息无疑震撼了全体高等精灵。
因为除了离开奎尔萨拉斯嫁给人类法师罗宁的温蕾萨，拥有崇高名望和地位的风行者家族几乎可以说是死伤殆尽了。
不过还没等高等精灵们来得及伤感，阿尔萨斯和他所率领的亡灵大军便出现在银月城警戒哨塔的视线范围之内。
看着那一望无际密密麻麻的活死人，还有迎面扑来的腐臭气味，以及从碧绿色森林中延伸出来的黑色死亡之痕，所有人都感受到了前所未有的紧张、恐惧和绝望。
伴随着绞肉车、弩炮和投石器等重型攻城武器开始吱呀作响的展开并构筑阵地，一场结果早已注定的战争终于打响。
没有像兽人跟巨魔冲锋时发出的野蛮咆哮，只有投石器和炸药桶砸在城墙与魔法防护壁垒上发出的巨响和爆炸声。
至于如同潮水般涌来的亡灵，不管是被箭矢和法术杀死，还是成功爬到城墙上与士兵和奥术傀儡打成一片，都始终一言不发保持着令人毛骨悚然的沉默。
无论死伤多少、尸体堆砌成一座座小山，它们都丝毫没有半点畏惧，在瘟疫炸药桶的掩护下一波又一波源源不断，前边死了后边就顶上。
刚开始的时候，银月城凭借强大的防护力与数量众多的法师还能勉强抵挡。
没过多久精灵士兵们就在高强度的战斗中出现了体力不支的情况。
当凯尔萨斯想要安排一部分人轮换休息，命令坚不可摧的奥术傀儡先顶一会儿的时候，一个巨大无比的炸药桶突然在某种不知名魔法的作用下越过层层阻碍，精准落在了引导奥术能量释放火雨和暴风雪的法师中间。
下一秒……
轰隆！！！！！！ 携带者恐怖瘟疫的绿色液体顿时四散飞溅。
根本没想到自己会遭到攻击的法师们来不及躲闪，当场就有超过半数以上的人被绿色粘液淋了一头一脸。
那刺耳的嗤嗤声与大片溃烂的皮肤，立马让伤者发出痛苦至极的惨叫。
还没等牧师反应过来去进行治疗，十几名法师就在瘟疫的侵蚀下彻底死去，随后又以另外一种可怕的亡灵姿态复活。
受到巫妖王控制的他们毫不犹豫对身边的同胞发起了攻击。
一时之间，奥术魔法混杂着暗影与死亡魔法在城墙上四散飞溅。
原本坚固的防线一下子就出现了巨大的漏洞。
尤其是大量法师的受伤和死亡，使得大范围杀伤性魔法的持续出现了空挡。
阿尔萨斯抓住这一闪而逝的机会，直接派出了精锐的憎恶大军。
这些防高血厚的胖子用自己庞大的身躯挡住了迎面飞来的所有远程武器，一个接一个倒在冲锋的道路上。
但它们的死亡却为跟在后边的狂热食尸鬼们开辟出了一条安全通道。
转瞬之间，这些拥有惊人攀爬与弹跳能力的扭曲人形生物就一拥而上占领了部分城墙。
与此同时巨型冲车也成功抵达城门正前方，开始对着紧闭的银月城大门猛烈撞击。
砰！砰！砰！砰！ 那凭借巨大惯性所产生的动能，每一下都能让看似坚固的城门出现些许松动。
更要命的是就在这个时候，城内突然传来刺耳的尖叫。
还没等城墙上指挥战斗的安纳斯特里亚搞清楚发生了什么事情，就看到无数像是巨型蜘蛛一样的生物从广场地下冲了出来，与数不清的食尸鬼一起开始在城内肆无忌惮屠杀手无寸铁的平民。
原来地穴恶魔早已在阿尔萨斯的命令下，偷偷在地下挖出了一条通往银月城内部的隧道。
可能是因为这座城市太久没有经历过战争的关系，很多临时被征兆来的士兵根本不知道该如何应对眼前这种前后都有敌人的情况。
尤其是平民遭到屠杀发出的惨叫与大规模的混乱，让很多人都无心恋战，迫切想要掉头去拯救自己的家人跟朋友。
再加上越来越多涌上城墙的亡灵大军导致士气崩溃，竟然在很多地方出现了小范围的溃败逃亡景象。
没办法。
高等精灵们在数量和战术方面都被天灾军团碾压了。
以达尔坎·德拉希尔为首的叛徒兼带路党无疑非常清楚银月城的弱点。
刚才那个躲过层层链接在法师部队中间爆炸的瘟疫炸药桶就是他们的杰作。
“父亲！我们守不住了！现在该怎么办？”
凯尔萨斯满头大汗的询问道。
尽管他一直在抽取太阳之井的能量，一遍又一遍释放烈焰风暴，甚至将自己的凤凰召唤出来，不断焚烧摧毁那些涌上城墙的亡灵，可这一切努力都是徒劳的。
不管杀死多少，都会有更多沿着死亡之痕发起冲锋。
安纳斯特里亚脸色铁青的看着已经开始燃烧且陷入混乱的银月城，强忍悲伤和愤怒回答：“你立刻带着尽可能多的人去港口登船撤退到太阳之井去。我在这里率领军队想办法多争取一点时间。”
说罢，这位已经衰老年迈的国王拔出烈焰之击向前方的亡灵大军轻轻一挥。
轰！！！！！！！！
一个完全由魔法火焰所构成的巨浪劈头盖脸砸下去，瞬间把一段刚刚失守的城墙清理干净。
所有的食尸鬼和僵尸都在烈焰焚烧下化作焦黑的碳化物。
那炙热的高温与汹涌澎湃的热量，充分证明了这是一柄能够与霜之哀伤并驾齐驱的强大神器。
“这就是大名鼎鼎的火之高兴吗？的确有被收藏的价值……”
在城市街道上指引平民向两个魔法传送门疏散的左思显然注意到了这一幕，立刻露出感兴趣的神色。
尽管这柄造型奇特的剑在知名度上比霜之哀伤差了不止一筹，可却能通过汲取能量来制造火焰效果，汲取的越多火焰覆盖范围和威力越强大。
理论上在战争中起到的作用要远比霜之哀伤更强，并且还没有任何已知的副作用。
如果让大多数正常人在烈焰之击与霜之哀伤之间做个选择，那么相信但凡还有理智就会毫不犹豫选择前者而舍弃后者。
毕竟灵魂被撕裂的滋味可不好受，自我意志被影响控制同样也是彻头彻尾的悲哀。
安纳斯特里亚手持火之高兴亲自参战，自然不可避免的引起了阿尔萨斯的兴趣。
死亡骑士在确认了对手的身份之后，立刻骑着胯下的骷髅战马风驰电掣般向城门发起冲锋。
正当所有人都搞不清楚他究竟要做什么的时候，符文剑突然被高高举起释放出刺骨的寒意。
下一秒……
这柄邪恶的武器便直接化作来自诺森德刺骨的严寒，凭空塑造了一个从城下直抵城墙的冰霜阶梯。
现在，天灾军团已经不需要再费力的去撞击城门，更不用跳跃和攀爬，只需要顺着寒冰阶梯就能直接冲上去。
凭借爱马高超的冲刺速度，阿尔萨斯毫不费力就来到城墙之上，挥舞霜之哀伤轻松带走了数十名顽强抵抗的精灵战士，并且当着安纳斯特里亚国王的面把尸体转化成己方的士兵。
不仅如此！
他还十分贴心的带来了两天前才被杀死转化成女妖的希尔瓦娜斯。
看着银月城曾经战功赫赫的游侠将军变成这幅样子，老国王顿时露出了无比愤怒的表情，厉声质问道：“该死的恶魔！你对她做了什么？”
“哈哈哈哈！难道这还不够明显吗？”
阿尔萨斯放肆的大笑，用剑尖挑起希尔瓦娜斯精致的下巴，仿佛在展示自己的宠物兼战利品。
尽管由于不知名的原因，他没能用霜之哀伤撕裂对方的灵魂，但还是凭借强大死亡之力将其转化为自己的奴仆。
唯一的问题是，这个奴仆并不像其他低级亡灵那样完全服从与自己，偶尔还会有激烈的反抗情绪。
不过无所谓！ 其实阿尔萨斯很享受这种主人与仆从之间的小游戏，觉得希尔瓦娜斯这种明明内心之中恨得要死，但却又不得不按照命令行事的感觉简直棒极了。
“混蛋！我发誓要让你为自己的罪行付出代价！”
安纳斯特里亚彻底被激怒，挥舞着烈焰之击便冲了上去。
尽管他的年纪几乎跟奎尔萨拉斯建立的历史相当，但脾气却依旧火爆。
You must know that after the War of the Ancients, the Druids led by Malfurion and the Sisterhood of Elune, the Moon Goddess led by Tyrande, completely replaced the High Elves as the leaders of the entire ethnic group. They began to liquidate all elves who used arcane magic and banned them from studying and using this power in the future, otherwise they would face extremely severe punishment.
This one-size-fits-all and radical policy undoubtedly led to strong dissatisfaction among many mages, and in a series of subsequent events they were eager to prove their own value in various ways.
However, the two had too deep a prejudice against arcane magic. In addition, politics was inherently dark and ruthless, so it was naturally impossible for them to allow their defeated political enemies to revive.
Finally, the Sunstrider family rose up in resistance, risking great risk of being massacred, crossing the Endless Sea and establishing Quel'Thalas on the eastern continent.
In this process, no matter facing trolls or orcs, Anasterian is always the leader who will charge forward.
So even when facing the Lich King's first death knight, the king showed no fear at all, even though his body had aged and was no longer as strong and powerful as when he was young.
boom!!!!!!!!
When Frostmourne and Flamestrike collided, the two energies of ice and fire instantly caused a violent explosion and shock wave.
Although strictly speaking, Anasterian should be considered a mage, and a very powerful one, he is not weak in close combat.
Or perhaps the members of the Sun Chaser family had already found the skills to master both magic and swordsmanship in their long lives.
His son, Prince Kael'thas, was also a master of swordsmanship. The wide magic robe did not wrap around his frail body as Jaina had imagined, but rather streamlined and well-proportioned muscles.
Coupled with the unlimited energy supply from the sunglasses, the father and son have already used magic to temper their bodies to be as strong as the top warriors.
"You are such a good opponent!"
Arthas commented meaningfully.
"I'll chop off your head! Just like I chopped off the heads of those trolls and orcs! Invader!"
Anasterian launched a fierce attack with Flame Claw.
With every attack, he would mobilize as much energy as possible to release fire shocks to burn his opponent, and occasionally release instant spells to cooperate.
If it were an ordinary warrior, he would have been defeated long ago under such an attack.
Unfortunately, in the face of the power of Frostmourne, no matter how hot the flames are, they will completely turn into beautiful ice flowers when approaching the Death Knight.
"Come on if you can. You elves who think highly of yourself love bragging the most." Arthas forced him back with a sword and sneered.
Perhaps because he heard his father, King Terenas, complain about the arrogance and conceit of the Elf King when he was young, he has always had a bad impression of elves.
Now that he has become an undead, he has become even worse and is filled with an inexplicable hatred.
This can be seen from the more painful deaths of the elves.
Since Anasteria attacked with hatred, the battle between the two became intense from the very beginning.
The various gorgeous sword techniques and attack methods, as well as the diametrically opposite forms of magic, one cold and one hot, all made people who saw this scene feel extremely shocked.
The elves naturally hope that their king can win, so that they have a chance to turn defeat into victory.
As for the Natural Scourge, they continued to launch fierce attacks from other places without mercy, constantly compressing the opponent's movement space, and then achieving the goal of encircling and cutting until complete annihilation.
Sylvanas stood aside and watched the battle silently, watching the undead army slaughter her beloved compatriots and dye the beautiful Silvermoon City red with blood. Her heart had already been torn apart by pain, and she subconsciously grasped the amulet hanging around her neck that preserved the other half of her soul.
Now she was extremely eager for someone to stand up and put an end to her ugly and dirty appearance.
But unfortunately, even death and sleep have become a luxury nowadays.
Just as Sylvanas was staring at the battle between Anasterian and Arthas, she suddenly felt a hand passing through her hair from behind and resting on her shoulder.
"Dear Ranger General, can you tell me how you feel now?"
Dar'Khan Drathir grinned cruelly, leaning close to the banshee and whispering devilishly.
It was not difficult to tell from the vicious look in his eyes that he thoroughly enjoyed the feeling of trampling on the high and mighty nobles of Silvermoon City.
After all, apart from forbidden knowledge and power, what this guy wants most is to take revenge on those big guys who looked down on him and didn't give him the rewards he deserved.
"I want to slit your throat and watch the blood gush out of the wound."
Sylvanas' tone was cold and bloodthirsty.
Anyone who is stared at by her pair of red eyes will involuntarily feel creepy.
But Darkan Drathir, who had already surrendered to Arthas, was not afraid. Instead, he grabbed a strand of the other's hair and sniffed it, then said meaningfully: "I think you should know that this is impossible.
Because under the watchful eye of the Lich King, no matter how much hatred and anger you have, it is meaningless.
By the way, your hair smells good, just like when you were alive, and is not tainted with the stench of other undead.
Keep it well.
Maybe one day I will ask my master to transfer you to my side to perform tasks."
After saying that, Dal'Khan Drathir took the initiative and reached out his hand to touch Sylvanas' pale and bloodless face.
Because he knew that the once arrogant General Wind Walker could not refuse him at all now.
Just as the fingers were about to touch the cheek, a strange voice suddenly sounded from behind.
"Please, could you please not make such obscene and disgusting movements..."
(End of this chapter)