This world, and all worlds, move forward according to a specific trajectory. Countless facts have proven that in the history of a normally developing world, every hero who shines endlessly in major events will eventually disappear silently.
Forgotten in time.
This world does not revolve around a specific person. Who lives or dies will not change the forward trajectory of the world. Even the timeline guarded by the recently silenced bronze dragons has countless branches, representing
The elusive nature of the future.
Just like in Quel'Thalas now, with the news of the disappearance of the Sun King and nearly a thousand Phoenix Guards, in the melee between the life and the undead in Quel'Thalas, no one can choose to retreat.
In fact, no one can retreat.
On the southeast coast of the city, on the ground around the rune stones that were destroyed at the beginning of the war, the surging undead have completely occupied this coast. The elven towns near the sea have been looted. They even
Approaching the sanctuary at the edge of Yongsong Forest.
These sanctuaries are very important magic nodes in the Bandi Raynor enchantment, and are more important than ordinary rune stones. Once several sanctuaries fall, it means that the mysterious Bandi Raynor enchantment will be completely destroyed, and this land of suffering will be destroyed.
The earth will lose its last barrier of refuge.
However, the battle around the sanctuary is nothing compared to the battle inside Silvermoon City at this time... The high elves began to build it when they first arrived, and until 6800 years later, they have completely occupied this area.
The giant city that covers a quarter of the earth has now been completely divided into two areas.
In the eastern part of the city, from the Far Traveler Plaza commemorating the rangers, to the Royal Exchange where the daily income is huge, the city including most of the shopping streets has fallen under the control of the undead in the North.
The building with a strong elven style has been turned into a smoke-filled ruin under the ravages of several crypt lords and brainless corpses.
There are no signs of life in these ruins. All the citizens living in them have been turned into one of them by the undead. These cursed undead are stumbling under the control of the only will in their minds, such as
Like mercury pouring down the ground, it rushed towards the Sun-Chasing King's Court from every street corner.
The neighborhood still controlled by the high elves is centered on the Sunfury Spire. With the desperate persistence of the Firewing Legion's mages, a purple magic barrier covering half of the city is in operation. This barrier is in operation.
The world is like a high wall erected in a city to prevent any undead from invading the territory of the living.
From the Sunfury Spire to the south, a trail of corpses and ashes divides the city in uneven ways. The civilians who escaped are waiting to be transferred within the barrier, and there are also scattered undead outside the city.
In the case of the army, letting civilians leave the city on their own is simply letting them embark on a suicide path.
Guarding the staggered defense lines, in addition to the Farstrider rangers who rushed back from the front line, there are also the Silver Hand Paladins from the Stratholme area. The scorching power of purifying holy light in their hands,
For the undead, it is more deadly than the magic and arrows of the elves.
"It's different, it's completely different."
On a defense line in Silvermoon City, a Silver Hand veteran swung his war hammer and easily knocked the skinny, brainless, savage elf zombie in front of him to the ground. He swung his left hand downwards,
The holy light emitting golden light struck the struggling zombie, completely igniting his cursed body almost instantly.
As the ashes splashed, the paladins beside him roared forward, using their heavy shields to smash away the undead that kept coming. Behind them, the rangers picked up arrows from the holy water buckets beside them, and each arrow was shot.
Can set a running corpse on fire.
"It's so relaxing."
The veteran of the Silver Hand sighed with emotion and said to the recruits beside him:
"Compared with the difficult Dark Blade undead in southern Xinjiang, these northern undead are really too weak and are not on the same level at all."
The recruit had obviously never participated in the war between Arathi and Khaz Modan. He held the war sword with both hands and chopped down the nerubian spearman pinned to the ground with arrows. He turned around and looked at the man who took the time to drink water.
Veteran, he asked curiously:
"Old Burke, tell me what happened to the Dark Blade Undead?"
"They, how should I say, like these mindless zombies..."
The veteran held his war hammer and pointed at the elf corpses in front of him that were constantly being ignited by the fireballs of the mages and the sharp arrows of the rangers. He said in a nostalgic tone:
"It is impossible for such fragile walking corpses to appear in the Dark Blade's army. Let me put it this way, those Dark Blade undead, the lowest-level skeleton soldiers, they are completely in the form of skeletons, but they are equipped with steel
Armor and weapons each have about the same strength as you, and they have no flesh, so sharp swords are of little significance to them."
"Bang"
The veteran picked up his war hammer and knocked over a spider magician that emerged from the ground. He turned back to the new recruit and said:
"Warhammer! Heavy weapons are the best thing to deal with them. Those skeletons are more durable than these walking zombies, and they can move much faster than them. Under the command of the death knight, those skeletons can even perform some simple tactics.
Rookies, look at these dead people in front of you, they will just rush over and be killed."
"Maybe you haven't seen the Death Knight yet... We'll talk as we go."
Veteran Burke waved to the recruits behind him, and the group quietly approached a tall Frost Vrykul who was roaring for a challenge outside the position under the cover of the archers. Such tall undead veterans also
He had never seen it before, but his reason told him that this thing was not more dangerous than the Death Knight of the Dark Blade.
"I heard that those death knights look similar to humans, but not only can they ride horses and fight like knights, they can also use some terrifying black magic."
One of the recruits whispered, and the veteran shrugged and said back:
"That's not the black magic of country witches, that's necromancy. We fight with holy light, and they fight with death energy. That thing is similar to holy light... but when it hits you, it's either cold or corrosive.
, in short, it is not a spell that living people can use, and their rune weapons are very strange..."
"But the most important thing is that those death knights are intelligent. This is the scariest thing about them. They can think like normal people, which means that they will not take the initiative to step into obvious traps, and they
They are not afraid of dead people."
The veteran seemed to recall some bad memories. He said with an ugly face:
"In a swarm charge led by a high-level death knight, unless you directly defeat the high-level knight, the lower-level knights and skeleton infantry will not stop fighting."
As the veteran spoke, he gestured to the elf rangers on the rear front. The next moment, sharp arrows stained with holy water roared and shot from the rear of the position, catching the roaring Frost Vrykul off guard.
At that moment when the tall undead was hiding in embarrassment, the veteran seized the opportunity and jumped down from the height like a lone wolf. The warhammer in his hand shone with scorching brilliance and struck the Frost Vrykul right in the face.
He jumped on the ground and shouted to the nervous recruits behind him:
"Pull! Pull it down!"
"Swish, swish, swish"
Three chains smashed at the retreating Vrykul from three directions. Amidst the shouts of the recruits, the tall half-giant roared and was pulled down on the battlefield. It struggled crazily, and several
A veteran who had experienced the Arathi War cooperated with each other and rushed to it with weapons in hand. A small bucket of concentrated holy water was poured on the guy's face.
The remaining knights seized the opportunity and furiously attacked the body of the howling Frost Vrykul. In just a few seconds, the powerful Frost Vykul's head was smashed to pieces.
"Hey... This is much easier to deal with than those cunning high-level knights. Although the number of Dark Blade Undead is small, each of them is a difficult soldier. These... These Northland Undead are huge in number, but they are more like
They are resurrected civilians. Let’s put it this way, if the army attacking Quel’Thalas today is under the command of Tyrion’s son of a bitch, we will be prepared for a hard fight or even the annihilation of the entire army.”
Old Burke wiped the sweat from his forehead. Under the adoring eyes of the new recruits, he smiled, looked back at the battlefield, and then waved his hand:
"The long-eared elves seem to be able to hold on. Let's go back to the battle line and rest for 10 minutes, and then go to the city to take a look. The big knight needs more undead samples, and we have to find some more."
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"The number of undead in the city has reached an astonishing 370,000, most of them are the resurrected dead. The tombs near Silvery Moon City have been emptied, and with the undead wandering outside, their number is growing crazily, but
..."
Archmage Rommath, who lost an arm in Khaz Modan, looked haggard, but the light shining in his eyes did not look like a fragile old man at all. He stood on the top of the Sunfury Tower, overlooking from a high place
On the battlefield, from time to time, the scorching flames of hell are sprayed in front of those extremely stressed defense lines.
Behind him was the pale Prince Kael'thas.
"In a battlefield without those tall Vrykul undead and frost dragons, or the crypt lords joining them, the attack intensity of these strange undead is not as intense as the dark blade undead in the Arathi Highlands...compared to what I did in Khazmo
The attacks of the death knights that Dan encountered were much worse."
The Archmage whispered:
"This is a force whose fighting methods are completely different from those of the Dark Blade Undead. It seems that they rely solely on numerical superiority to fight."
"In other words, can we withstand it?"
The prince's eyes narrowed, and a trace of deep-seated hatred shone in those beautiful green eyes. He said softly:
"How long can Silvermoon City hold on?"
"Judging from the current situation, we can persist for a long time. The high-level combat power of this undead force is too small. As long as we withstand the pressure of the local battlefield, those slow-moving corpses will not pose much threat to us.
, the rangers’ high mobility can just restrain these walking corpses.”
The Archmage analyzed clearly:
"The premise of staying here for a long time is that the undead will not use other moths...wait, what is that?"
The surprised voice of Archmage Rommath made Prince Kael'thas turn around and look towards the sea from the tallest Sunfury Spire in Silvermoon City. On the coast covered with undead, a strange green color was appearing.
Spreading at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"That's...that's a plant?"
There was a hint of surprise in the prince's voice, and the undead seemed to have discovered the strange power spreading from the coast. Under the gaze of the mages, the green plants were like a spread carpet, blessed by some kind of power.
, is spreading from the coastline towards the entire Quel'Thalas in a manner that engulfs everything.
"They're...eating those undead! Unbelievable!"
Archmage Lana Thel's voice was filled with a hint of fear at this moment. As they watched, the undead walking corpses blocking the spread of plants were crowded together. They didn't even have time to disperse before they were "covered" by the overwhelming green plants.
”.
The zombies struggled forward on the green "carpet", but their bodies were entangled by the green grass on the ground. They couldn't even let out a roar of terror, but were grabbed and covered by the vines extending from the ground.
Then it becomes "nutrition" for new plants. The scene where the forest that was once activated by the forest elves in Northern Stranglethorn Vale and swallowed everything appears again in Quel'Thalas.
But the difference between the two is that the forest activated by the forest elves only covers Northern Stranglethorn Vale, while the forest catalyzed by the growing Seed of Life is enough to completely cover the entire Quel'Thalas... Although the Seed of Life catalyzed
The core of the fruit has been taken away by Tyrion, but the energy remaining in the plant trunk that was burned by the flames is enough to complete this "natural revenge".
The plants are alive! They are killing creatures!
This scene made everyone who noticed it feel an inexplicable panic. No one knew where these crazy plants came from, and ignorance of a certain existence always makes people feel fear.
On the side of the undead, the voice of the supreme Lich King also sounded in the minds of the high-level undead who were always paying attention to the battlefield of Silvermoon City:
"Plants, huge life energy explodes on the seabed. Before it stops, the crazy plants will not stop devouring everything. Everyone...move to the southeast coast!"
"quick!"
The Lich King's undead natural disaster obeyed orders far more than any other legion in the world. The moment the Lich King's order was issued, the undead who were frantically attacking the high elves' defense line almost all turned around.
Overhead, guided by the will in his mind, he headed towards the gap in the southeast of the city.
This scene made the soldiers on the entire front stunned for a moment. Prince Kael'thas looked back at the green "carpet" spreading inland, as well as the big tree forests that had grown up by the sea, and the distant sea.
, the island of Quel'Danas was still burning, and a sense of powerlessness enveloped the prince's mind at this moment.
After a moment, his fingers waved down feebly.
"Evacuate..."
"Your Highness! We cannot give up Silver Moon City...this is..."
"If something makes the undead feel fear, then we have enough reasons to fear it. The city is not important. The history of the high elves is not just a city. The people...our people are the most important."
Kael'thas Sunstrider clenched his fists:
"Evacuate! Evacuate the remaining people from this land that has become dangerous. I have lost my father, and I don't want my people to suffer this kind of suffering."
