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 gain 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.
But as long as the city gate is breached, the two portals can become quick channels for citizens to evacuate.
Less than four hours after the two portals were completed, the dragon hawk knight responsible for scouting the enemy situation brought back bad news.
Ranger General Sylvanas Windrunner was brutally killed by the Death Knight Arthas while trying to stop the Scourge and buy time for the civilians to escape.
The ranger troops she led were completely wiped out, and not even a single person escaped alive.
This bombshell news undoubtedly shocked all the high elves.
Because except for Vereesa who left Quel'Thalas to marry the human mage Rhonin, the Windrunner family, which had a high reputation and status, was almost completely wiped out.
However, before the high elves had time to feel sad, Arthas and the undead army he led appeared within the sight of the Silvermoon City guard tower.
Looking at the endless and dense swarms of the living dead, the stench of decay that came towards them, and the black mark of death extending from the green forest, everyone felt unprecedented tension, fear, and despair.
As heavy siege weapons such as meat grinders, ballistae and catapults began to creak and deploy and build positions, a war whose outcome was already predetermined finally began.
There was no savage roar or roar as orcs and trolls charged, only the bangs and explosions of catapults and barrels of explosives hitting the city walls and magical ramparts.
As for the undead that came in like a tide, no matter they were killed by arrows and spells, or successfully climbed onto the city wall and joined the soldiers and arcane golems, they always kept a creepy silence without saying a word.
No matter how many casualties there were, and no matter how many corpses piled up into small hills, they had no fear at all. Under the cover of the plague powder barrels, they came in waves, and the ones behind them would take their place when the ones in front died.
At the beginning, Silvermoon City was able to hold out with its strong defense and large number of mages.
It didn't take long for the elven soldiers to become exhausted from the intense combat.
When Kael'thas wanted to arrange a rotation of people to rest and ordered the indestructible arcane golems to hold on for a while, an extremely huge barrel of explosives suddenly passed through layers of obstacles under the effect of some unknown magic and landed accurately in the middle of the mage who was guiding arcane energy to release rain of fire and blizzard.
The next second...
Boom!!! The green liquid carrying the horrible plague immediately splashed everywhere.
The mages who had never expected to be attacked had no time to dodge, and more than half of them were covered in green slime.
The piercing hissing sound and the large areas of festering skin immediately caused the injured to scream in extreme pain.
Before the priest could react and provide treatment, more than a dozen mages died completely from the plague, and then resurrected in another terrifying form of undead.
Controlled by the Lich King, they attacked their compatriots without hesitation.
Suddenly, arcane magic mixed with shadow and death magic splashed all over the city walls.
The originally solid defense line suddenly had a huge hole.
In particular, the injuries and deaths of a large number of mages caused a gap in the continuation of large-scale lethal magic.
Arthas seized this fleeting opportunity and sent out his elite army of abominations.
These fat guys with high defense and thick blood used their huge bodies to block all the long-range weapons flying towards them, and fell one after another on the road of charge.
But their deaths created a safe passage for the fanatical ghouls following behind.
In a flash, these twisted humanoid creatures with amazing climbing and jumping abilities swarmed up and occupied part of the city wall.
At the same time, the giant battering ram successfully arrived in front of the city gate and began to violently ram the tightly closed gate of Silvermoon City.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! The kinetic energy generated by the huge inertia could make the seemingly solid city gate slightly loose with each blow.
What’s even more terrible is that at this moment, a shrill scream suddenly came from the city.
Before Anasteria, who was directing the battle on the city wall, could figure out what was happening, he saw countless creatures like giant spiders rushing out from under the square. Together with countless zombies, they began to slaughter unarmed civilians in the city indiscriminately.
It turned out that the crypt demon had secretly dug a tunnel leading to the interior of Silvermoon City under the order of Arthas.
Perhaps because the city had not experienced war for a long time, many soldiers who were temporarily recruited had no idea how to deal with the situation with enemies in front and behind.
In particular, the screams of civilians being massacred and the large-scale chaos made many people lose the will to fight and they were eager to turn around and save their families and friends.
In addition, the increasing number of Undead troops pouring onto the city walls led to a collapse in morale, and small-scale routs and escapes occurred in many places.
no way.
The High Elves were outnumbered and outmaneuvered by the Scourge.
The traitors and guides, led by Dar'kan Drathir, are undoubtedly well aware of Silvermoon City's weaknesses.
The plague barrel that just avoided the layers of links and exploded in the middle of the mage army was their masterpiece.
"Father! We can't hold on! What should we do now?"
Kael'thas asked with sweat on his forehead.
Although he had been drawing energy from the Sunwell, releasing firestorms over and over again, and even summoning his own phoenix to burn and destroy the undead that were pouring onto the city walls, all his efforts were in vain.
No matter how many are killed, there will always be more charging along the Death Trail.
Anasterian looked at the burning and chaotic Silvermoon City with a grim face, and suppressed his sadness and anger as he replied, "You should immediately take as many people as possible to the port to board the ship and retreat to the Sunwell. I will lead the army here and try to buy some more time."
After saying this, the old king drew out the Flame Strike and gently waved it at the undead army in front of him.
boom!!!!!!!!
A huge wave composed entirely of magical flames smashed down, instantly clearing out a section of the city wall that had just been lost.
All the ghouls and zombies were turned into charred carbon by the flames.
The scorching high temperature and surging heat fully proved that this was a powerful artifact that could stand on equal footing with Frostmourne.
"Is this the famous Fire Joy? It is indeed worth collecting..."
Zuo Si, who was directing civilians to evacuate to two magic portals on the city streets, obviously noticed this scene and immediately showed an interested look.
Although this peculiarly shaped sword is less well-known than Frostmourne, it can create flame effects by absorbing energy. The more it absorbs, the greater the flame coverage and power.
In theory, it plays a much stronger role in the war than Frostmourne, and has no known side effects.
If most normal people are asked to choose between Flamemeling and Frostmourne, I believe that as long as they still have some rationality, they will choose the former without hesitation and abandon the latter.
After all, it is not pleasant to have your soul torn apart, and it is also completely sad to have your own will influenced and controlled.
Anasteria personally joined the battle with the Joy of Fire in hand, which naturally aroused the interest of Arthas.
After confirming the identity of his opponent, the Death Knight immediately rode his skeleton warhorse and charged towards the city gate at lightning speed.
Just when everyone was confused about what he was going to do, the rune sword was suddenly raised high and released a biting chill.
The next second...
This evil weapon turned directly into the biting cold from Northrend, creating a frost staircase out of thin air that led from the bottom of the city to the city wall.
Now, the Scourge no longer needs to go through the trouble of ramming the city gates, let alone jumping and climbing. They can just rush up along the ice stairs.
Relying on the superb sprinting speed of his beloved horse, Arthas reached the top of the city wall effortlessly. Waving Frostmourne, he easily took away dozens of elven warriors who resisted stubbornly, and transformed the corpses into his own soldiers in front of King Anasterian.
Not only that!
He was also very considerate and brought Sylvanas, who had been killed and transformed into a banshee just two days ago.
Seeing the once glorious Ranger General of Silvermoon City turned into this state, the old king suddenly showed an extremely angry expression and asked in a stern voice: "Damn demon! What did you do to her?"
"Hahahaha! Isn't that obvious enough?"
Arthas laughed wildly and lifted Sylvanas's delicate chin with the tip of his sword, as if showing off his pet and trophy.
Although due to unknown reasons, he failed to tear the opponent's soul apart with Frostmourne, he still transformed it into his own slave with the powerful power of death.
The only problem is that this slave is not as completely obedient to him as other low-level undead, and occasionally even shows fierce resistance.
But it doesn't matter! In fact, Arthas enjoys this little game between master and servant, and feels that it is great to have to follow Sylvanas' orders even though she hates him to death.
"Asshole! I swear to make you pay for your crimes!"
Anasteria was completely enraged and rushed forward wielding Flame Clash.
Although he is almost as old as the founder of Quel'Thalas, he still has a hot temper.
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, complained 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)
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