Cuel Salas's self-isolation was for political and military reasons.
In fact, the High Elves were everywhere in the eastern kingdom in terms of life, economy, and so on.
Didn't they see that King Daelin's lover was an elf?
Not joining the alliance to fight against the Calamity Army didn't mean that Anastrian didn't know what was going on outside.
Even if he knew, his heart still couldn't help but skip a beat when he saw the standard dead face of his old friend Antonidas.
There were sounds of moaning and crying, the crackling sounds of fire burning the city, the loud sounds of explosions, and the increasingly loud sounds of killing coming from the original direction of the city gate. The Sun King didn't pay attention to all these sounds.
All his attention was on Antonidas, who had become a Lich, and the Death Knight beside him who held a skeleton-shaped magic sword.
Along with the evil aura that was so thick that it could not be dispersed was the cloudless frost that quickly covered the entire sky above Silvermoon City, blocking out the sun and destroying the summer.
Three seconds later, a voice came from the sky above the Cuel Salas palace.
"Anastrian —"
The voice was clear, dignified, and carried an inhuman coldness. It seemed to show its owner's indifference and cruelty towards life.
The Sun King squinted his eyes that had crow's feet at the corners. His face scrunched up, and he snorted coldly without showing any weakness. "Hmph! Arthas? "
Unless the king was as outstanding as Thoradin The Great, humans with short lifespans wouldn't attract the Sun King's attention, no matter if they were high and mighty kings or lowly peasants.
But Arthas was different. Apart from his notorious patricide and master-killing, he also represented another meaning — eternity! Even though he was a dead person, his strength made up for his appearance.
There was a flash of jealousy in Anastrian's eyes, and Antonidas caught on to his negative emotions.
As the most evil magic weapon and a magic sword that could seduce people, Frostmourne wouldn't let go of this point. The whisper from the demon sword caused Arthis's lips to curl into a strange smile.
Sun King stabbed his gorgeous and dazzling golden staff into the stone bricks of the palace and sneered.
"You guys are not bad. Daerkan … You're not bad either! " The Sun King merely glanced at Darkan, the great traitor, before withdrawing his gaze. "If you're here to kill me and snatch the Well of the Sun," he bellowed in a deep voice. Bring it on! "
"Kill you? Snatch the Sun Well? When have I ever said such a thing? "Arthis chuckled softly. Then, a fanatical look appeared on his face," No! I'm here on behalf of the Lich King to grant you eternity! As long as you are willing to become a Lich, you will be able to exist in this world forever and rule over your subjects forever. Furthermore … you will be even more powerful! Strong! Big! "
It was almost as if they were responding to Arthis's declaration.
At some point in time, the Death Knights had already passed through the ruins of Silverymoon and arrived in front of the palace. They dismounted from their skeletal warhorses and knelt on one knee, placing their left hands on their chests to show their utmost respect to the owner of the declaration.
The Great Lich Antonidas took a step forward and smiled as well, "Old friend, look at how weak you are. Just like how I was a few months ago. Time destroyed our bodies, causing our magic to deteriorate day by day. But now, I'm different. "
"Different?" After sensing the Sun Well magical power veins that were still flowing under the palace, the Sun King raised his head in disdain and declared confidently, "This is Silver Moon City, my home ground. No existence can defeat me here! Antonidas, you tied with me before purely because we were in a neutral area. "
"Home ground?" Antonidas smiled mysteriously, "This is not just your home ground!"
The next moment, Anastrian understood what his old opponent meant.
Death.
Terror.
Anguish.
Fear.
All the negative effects that living beings could have became the source of the Great Lich's magic power.
This was the Cataclysm!
This was evil!
Furthermore, as the Calamity Army continued to teleport into the forest, massacring and spreading fear in Silverymoon, Antonidas's power would only increase.
It was obvious that this was enough to make up for the gap between him and the Great Lich.
What made the Sun King most uneasy was that the Calamity Army had occupied one of the three magical power of the Well of the Sun as a source of magic to supply the portal. As time passed, the number of Undyings that appeared in the land of Cuel Salas would only increase!
But Anastrian was not willing to give up!
He had been crowned king for more than three thousand years. How could he be willing to be the servant of a monster of death that came out of nowhere?
"Hmph! No one can defeat me here! " The Sun King roared loudly. Then, the staff in his hand released a dazzling divine light that was even brighter than the sun.
"We are not humans!" Antonidas sneered and raised his staff high.
"Teach him a lesson!" Arthas was unmoved. She stood quietly with her sword.
A second later, the violent magic that surged out of the Elemental Realm, enough to change the color of the entire world, was shaped into a completely different nature and form. It collided in midair.
On the other side, with Cirvanas as the leader, an elite elven troop was charging forward.
The composition of this troop was very complicated. There were rangers, warriors, spell breakers, paladins, and many arcane puppets that were originally set up at the front line.
Because the attack was too fierce, many people only realized that they had been left behind by the troops after they had dealt with the enemies in front of them.
The injured were left behind.
Those who could not catch up were left behind.
Those who were trapped were also left behind.
But none of the elves had any complaints, because they were protecting the king. They were risking their lives to rush back to save their capital, their homeland.
At this moment, Cirvanas did not look like a ranger at all. Instead, she looked more like a goddess of war.
With a longbow in hand, she was always at the front of the assault troop, showing off her strong and heroic posture to the elves behind her.
The sound of the longbow never stopped. When her left hand was tired, she would switch to her right hand. When her right hand was numb, she would switch to her left hand.
Every arrow that carried wind and thunder would definitely blow up the head of the most difficult Undyings.
Perhaps a Lich with powerful magic power could ignore the Undyings' [Defense Arrows] and break the Undyings' magic shields, using the power of thunder to destroy the Undyings' souls.
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