God damn, a straight line is the shortest between two points.
When there are no messy fortresses and giant pits, the Scourge is truly terrifying.
With the help of the perspective of the player who turned into an elf, although McDonald didn't hear how full of strength the old man was, when he saw [Frostmourne] turned into a light cannon, he was confused on the spot.
"Damn it! If the Fortress of Andorhal was so powerful, I wouldn't have been able to guard against it!" McDonald couldn't help but complain to the system's elite operator group.
[Sniper No. 11] echoed: "That's right! If you fire map cannons at every turn, what else are you going to do? Let the Scourge Legion be completely destroyed."
[Chu Jiayun]: "Speaking of which, it didn't work at first. Does [Frostmourne] require special requirements to fully activate, such as 10 million souls or something like that?"
McDonald wasn't sure.
With just that little difference, McDonald wanted him to start his back-up plan that he had arranged to go to sea early in the morning.
He chose to endure it.
This is like a Landlord fight. If you can't guarantee that you will play continuously from the beginning to the end, there is no reason to lose the king at the beginning, right?
In the picture, the city walls and mage towers that blocked the road were torn apart and turned into dust.
The Scourge Legion began to perform a real version of 'throwing the whip to cut off the flow'.
Lao Taizi gave an order, and most of the worthless zombies and skeleton soldiers rushed into the river one after another. Their terrifying numbers, tens of thousands, cut off the entire river, forcing it to turn and divert.
Undead soldiers from all over the mountains and plains poured into the Xicheng District of Silver Moon City.
On the battlefield, the armies of the undead and the high elves intertwined with each other. Under the desperate spell cast by the Elf Master, many undead fell, but the high elves were retreating on the battlefield.
Whether it was the weak military line they temporarily organized or the tall magical puppets, nothing could resist the huge waves of corpses.
The natural disasters were even worse than locusts, and they filled up the entire Xicheng District in just half an hour.
History quietly turned a corner here.
Zuljin, the leader of the trolls who hated the elves extremely, knelt down and saluted Terenas, still kneeling on both knees: "Your Majesty Menethil, those hateful long ears will not give up protecting the Sunwell.
Rather than letting them harass our flanks, it is better for me to lead a partial army and completely destroy the entire Silver Moon City."
"Oh?" Lao Taizi was actually unhappy.
But Zujin's next words touched him: "Besides, Quel'Danas Island cannot accommodate the landing of millions of undead."
Compared to the undead army that stretches to the farthest end of the horizon, a mere Sunchasing Island is indeed too small.
"I'll give you one million skeletons." Terenas turned around and said, "Belloir, you six will go too."
Really murderous and heartbreaking!
Terenas' words were like a sharp dagger piercing the hearts of several members of the army, stirring back and forth.
Their strong self-esteem does not allow them to bow to a human being, even the king who rules their souls, but they cannot resist the spiritual dominance of the Lich King.
After feeling dazed for a while, the six Silver Moon councilors all bowed and agreed.
"Haha! Hahahaha! Despicable long-eared people, you have today too!"
When the Mage Tower, which had protected the city for at least five thousand years, became a traitor to the Scourge, the so-called city defense became an empty talk.
It can be seen that occasionally a dozen elemental rays of light streak across the entire battlefield, and you can immediately see the elemental radiance pouring out of the magic tower and the light coming from the magic tower interlacing with each other.
With the roar, the elf mage who overestimated his ability to attack the magic tower evaporated on the spot.
Occasionally, elements hit the towering magic tower, and the turbulent elements exploded only to outline a hemispherical shield on the edge of the tower.
This is a complete massacre!
The magic tower rebelled and turned from a guardian into a perpetrator, causing any resistance to be quickly overwhelmed.
The troll undead were grinning ferociously, venting the anger they had accumulated over thousands of years. They picked out every elf in the undead horizon from every corner, dismembered and killed them with the most brutal means.
They didn't even want to give these long-ears a chance to serve with the Scourge.
When the corpse is greatly mutilated, unless it is the soul of a high-level mage or above, the soul will most likely dissipate quickly and it will not be a high-level undead.
On the Sunwell Plateau, Kael'thas was sweating coldly as he looked at Silvermoon City, which was engulfed in the dark atmosphere in the distance.
"Father..."
"What are you afraid of? I already knew that those traitors would betray Silvermoon City." Anastrian said angrily: "As long as the Sunwell can be defended, Quel'dorei will have a chance to rise again!"
It can't be said that it was wrong to transfer all the elite troops to Sun Chaser Island. But in Kaizi's view, it seemed like a broken jar.
The Scourge has landed on the island.
Giant magic puppets four or five stories high were at the forefront.
As soon as Kaizi saw the dense crowds of hatreds two or three stories high, he knew that victory was hopeless.
The so-called defense is nothing more than the last reserve of the high elves.
"Long live Quel'dorei!" the prince took the lead in shouting the empty slogan, boosting the soldiers' only morale.
However, what's the use?
The gargoyles teamed up to grab large rocks from the river bank, flew over to the top of the protective shield at Sunwell Heights, and threw rocks weighing hundreds of kilograms or even more than a ton recklessly.
Big rocks hit the shining light mask one by one and turned into powder.
Not only were gargoyles thrown, but there were also countless trebuchets throwing boulders.
Thirty thousand elven soldiers watched blankly as the network-shaped arc-shaped light shield flickered under the impact of the boulders, as if it would collapse at any time.
Theoretically, the magic power of the sunwell is unlimited. The problem is that the output power of the magic shield has an upper limit.
When it bears an unbearable weight, the protective cover no longer deforms slightly and then immediately returns to its original shape, but collapses directly.
On one side is the Scourge, which gathers all physical long-range attacks and consumes the protective shield endlessly.
On one side, the elf mage is desperately trying to repair the protective shield.
After persisting for fifteen minutes, the Sun King received a report that there were cracks in the magic crystal that maintained the magic circle.
"Open the shield! Fight to the death!" The Sun King's voice trembled, but his face was full of the enthusiasm of a martyr.
Without the obstructive shield, the elf soldiers with the main colors of gold and red finally collided with the terrifying Scourge Legion like two waves.
At first, the elven soldiers had the upper hand, and the undead limbs fell like rain. Later, everyone couldn't help but feel a little numb, as if what was being killed was not the ferocious undead monsters, but a bunch of wooden men.
Each elf is roaring, wielding a weapon to kill the enemy, or using a staff to unleash his fury.
However, there were too many undead. They crowded together and filled all the space in front of the Sunwell Plateau. They even stacked on top of one another, pushing their companions to the ground and crawling over on their own.
