Or perhaps it was the Death Knights who were skilled in martial arts and good at using dark magic to repair their damaged bodies. The arrows that were as swift as meteors could always find the vital points of the Death Knights.
Then there were the Lesser Lords of the Cave Demons. Those former Spider Demons, even if they hid underground, would be blasted into pieces by the huge lightning unless they hid very deep.
Cirvanas was like a flag that encouraged all the Elves.
There were many Elves who had fallen behind, but similarly, there were also Elves who were trapped in various places and could not break out of the encirclement. They followed Cirvanas without hesitation.
To the north!
To the north!
All the way to the north!
Destroy those filthy Undead and Demons!
Kill, kill, kill! Kill to Silverymoon City, kill until they see their loved ones, until they see their king!
Silvermoon City's magnificent platinum and gold city gate had disappeared without a trace.
There were gravel everywhere!
There were bloodstains everywhere!
Death was everywhere!
However, this was not important. The belief of protecting the country supported them.
Cirvanas, the Ranger hero who had returned from the distant Southern Continent, was leading them.
As the number of Undead increased, the advancement of the army became slower and slower. At the same time, it was an opportunity for the Elves behind to catch up. Coupled with the Elves who rushed over from the east and west of the city, the army became larger and larger.
Quantitative change eventually led to qualitative change. When the number of people in the army exceeded ten thousand, the Undead Army near the city gate finally could not hold on any longer.
"Charge!"
"For Quel 'dorei!"
"For Cuel Salas!"
With a thunderous sound, Prince Kael 'thas, who was patrolling in the eastern part of the kingdom, arrived. He used eighteen consecutive Flame Blasts to blast a path of destruction among the Undead in one breath. As the fire elements were drawn away by the prince, the path to the palace was completely opened.
However, the next scene made the hearts of the Elves in the army palpitate.
After breaking through the Undead Army near the city gate, they did not see any survivors or corpses along the way.
This gave all the Elves an ominous premonition.
No one said anything. Under the leadership of Cirvanas and Kael 'thas, everyone used all their strength to rush towards the Sun Chasing King's Court.
Red pillars.
Golden spires.
Snow-White ground.
The gorgeous and dazzling palace was as clean, solemn, and beautiful as it was yesterday.
Compared to the ruins of the collapsed buildings outside, it was like the difference between hell and heaven.
Kael 'thas wanted to heave a sigh of relief, but just as he was about to step onto the stairs of the palace, he was blocked by Cirvanas.
"Where are the royal guards?!" Cirvanas's reminder made Kael 'thas shiver.
That's right!
That's right!
In the past, on every step of the stairs outside the palace, there would be two Spell Breaker guards of the Wang Family who held a red shield that was almost oval in shape and a double-edged sword.
Now, not a single guard could be seen.
Could it be …
The uneasiness in the hearts of all the elves quickly spread.
Just as Kael 'thas could not hold it in any longer and was about to rush in with his subordinates, the doors of the palace suddenly opened.
There was no light in the huge door.
Because the sky was covered by the Canopy of Undead, and the entire city was filled with a faint, icy mist, no matter how good the Rangers' eyesight was, they couldn't see what was happening in the palace. They could only see a figure dressed in luxurious clothes walking out of the palace.
After spending a thousand years together, it was impossible for him to mistake that silhouette and that attire!
"Father?!" Kael 'thas was overjoyed as he broke free from Cirvanas's obstruction and rushed forward, running up seven steps in one go.
In the next instant, the prince's body suddenly stiffened as if he had been hit by a petrifying spell.
The prince was right!
The person who appeared at the main entrance of the palace was the King of Cuel Salas, the great Anastrian Sunstrider!
But —
This was the Sun King who appeared in front of the army as an Undead.
Even as a High Elf with a lifespan of thousands of years, Anastrian was already very old. There were age spots and a large number of wrinkles on his face that could not be hidden. His arms and fingers were thin, and his body was a little hunched.
At this moment, other than his hunched body standing straight again, there was his deathly gray skin color and his green eyes that carried the light of the netherworld.
"No … impossible! With Father's strength, how could it be so easy … "Kael 'thas' voice trembled, and his outstretched left hand trembled like a sieve.
After the living were killed by the Scourge Army, they would turn into evil magic and transform into Undead — everyone knew this.
However, Kael 'thas did not believe that his father, who had the support of the magical ley line of the Sunwell, would be so easily killed and transformed into a Lich!
Kael 'thas was not the only one who was horrified. In the square in front of the palace, every elf who witnessed this scene was shocked out of their wits. At this moment, they completely lost the ability to think. Every elf looked at their king, who had stepped into the realm of Undead, with blank eyes.
Three thousand years!
Anastrian had ruled the High Elf Kingdom for a full three thousand years!
For humans in the World of Azeroth, whose average lifespan was only about 30 years, this was already a matter of a hundred lifetimes.
It had been such a long time that the fact that Anastrian was the king was imprinted in the deepest part of every elf's soul.
This seemed to be the most important part of the world!
However, their king was not only dead. He was also turned into an Undead?!
This was not only bad news, but also a double collapse of the soul and faith!
Prince Kael 'thas' mouth squirmed for a long time before he squeezed out this sentence. "Father … Why?! Did you lose? "
"Lost?!" Anastrian's facial muscles relied purely on dark power to maintain the so-called liveliness. At this moment, he revealed a resentful expression. "Lost?! I didn't lose to that bastard Antonidas! I lost to myself! I lost to time! He had lost to this old body! If not for my old age, I could have drawn a large amount of power from the Sunwell endlessly and destroyed any invader! How could I be suppressed by a mere [Frostmourne]? "
Suppressed?!
The moment the former Sun King's voice fell, every knowledgeable elf in the square imagined such a scene — the Sun King resisted and struggled. If he was a thousand years younger and was a Breaking Dawn Mage, of course, he could ignore the bottleneck and wantonly draw the magic power from the Sunwell to destroy all invading enemies.
It was a pity that he was too old.
Whether it was the total amount of magic power or the amount of magic power output per unit of time, both had declined greatly.
So he lost!
However, this was not the end of everything!
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