The Prince of Lordaeron bravely enters Azeroth

Roar! Countless "ignorant and fearless" undead are wandering on the plague-rotten land, and the light of the two moons and the fire of plague are with them.

In a certain grid among the blocks in the sky and on the ground, three white skeletons without feet were floating in the air, and they were covered with some robes.

The rune chains were entangled, and a skeleton said, "Les, how are we going to deal with those low-level elves who are hiding behind the high walls and trembling?"

"Reki Donghan, we'd better continue our previous research. They have created a new barrier, and our forceful attack will be in vain."

Next to the Blood Ice Lich, there was also a lich standing by, who said sinisterly: "Lord Lich King and Master Mephistroth, they have given us powerful strength."

"If we keep delaying, we will most likely displease them, Les Frostwhisper."

Les Frostwhisper didn't care at all about the two lackeys of the Burning Legion next to him.

His leader is Kel'Thuzad, his master is the Lich King, he is a member of the glorious Cult of the Damned and a member of the great Scourge.

Reki Winter, who is loyal to the Burning Legion, and Summoner Araki, who just rebelled yesterday, but they will eventually understand the greatness of death.

The great lich Kel'Thuzad once told the liches loyal to him that death is the eternal truth, and Les Frostwhisper firmly believed in this statement.

Hiding his contempt, Les said, "Leki, Araki, stable control is the most important thing."

“Instead of doing nothing well, we should do more of what we can do well.”

"Although the lowly elves of Quel'Thalas are weak, their Sunwell and that damn shield are still there."

Opening his empty mouth of cold air bones, Araki said: "Les Frostwhisper, we are no longer the wild mages despised by the lowly elves."

"We are both legends... What's going on? How dare an elf come in to kill us?!"

At this moment, a blue light shot up into the sky, instantly shattering the undead around the brave man, and a sound that pierced the clouds and split the rocks was heard.

"In the name of the Light, in the name of the Sun, in the name of the Blood Son, for Quel'Thalas!"

Wherever the blue light reached, most of the undead with weak resistance were reduced to ashes before they could even show an expression of relief.

The seemingly powerful Scourge, having lost Mephistroth and most of its elite undead, was so vulnerable in the face of this force.

Even the demon gates around them no longer produce...and receive powerful demon guards.

The only demonic creatures that came here were some imps, hellhounds, some low-level succubi, and others, who could sit at the same table with this group of undead.

Even the Hellfire is only found near Silvermoon City... Among so many rains of fire, it is extremely rare to find a Hellfire.

"Talanu 'menno Sin 'dorei (enemies who resist the blood elves will die)! The shame of the sin'dorei will end today!!"

Blue holy light bloomed from Midao's body, and the Sin'dorei's evil-breaking and evil-dispelling skills paved the way for the Sin'dorei army behind Lor'themar.

One by one, warriors in gorgeous gold and red armor, with eyes of varying colors, some blue, some green, some gold, and some purple, and wearing fire phoenix cloaks, emerged from the increasingly larger portal in a mighty force.

Ever since the evil Lich King's first Death Knight crushed the pride of the Quel'dorei, countless undead still wander in the ghostland created by the sword.

Hatred of the undead is embedded in the Sin'dorei's belief in revenge. Even after they restored their country, they were unable to rid their territory of the undead plague that was like a thorn in their side due to various reasons.

Now, the undead Scourge of Deatholme actually want to attack their capital, Silvermoon City, and they are also eyeing the Sunwell they have regained.

This kind of obvious provocative behavior is intolerable to any normal Sin'dorei. They, the blood sons and blood elves, the Sin'dorei will raise an army today to destroy this group of cowards.

"Monsters, you have defiled the holy remains of our compatriots and attempted to disguise yourself as one of our compatriots."

"Lor'themar Theron, kill me, I can't control myself!"

"Holy Light above, my compatriots, please be liberated like this!"

Swinging the rice knife in his hand violently, Lor'themar gathered the arcane holy light power of the blood knights behind him and slashed out again a wide crystal blue light.

The unknown "friend" of Lor'themar Theron was thus killed by his "friends" both in life and in death, and his soul instantly entered the cycle of the dead, without the need for the guidance of the little blue man.

"For Luo... obey Prince Kael'thas' orders. The enemies of Quel'Thalas must die!"

After that, a tall, white-haired blood knight rushed out from the formation with a hammer in his hand, six wings of arcane holy light spread out behind him, and the deep blue consecration field under his feet was illuminated.

Seeing the Blood Knight brothers taking the lead and killing towards the pile of undead on the left side of Lor'themar, a black-haired Blood Knight cursed inwardly, leaped with a heroic blue light, and quickly swung his sword to catch up.

"Dathrohan Bloodblade, I'm here to help you!"

"Brother Gavinrad, I'm here to help you too!"

Not long after, a white-haired blood knight who was also holding a hammer, with a warm holy light blade around him, hurriedly crossed the undead wreckage and caught up with his two friends.

For a moment, the three blood knights were like a group of unmanned troops, aiming at the direction of the three liches and killing them fiercely. They didn't know what retreat meant.

At this moment, a blond blood knight holding a heavy sword was not willing to be outdone. He used the holy light to cut off all the evil in front of him with a single blow, and his power far exceeded that of others.

"Father, His Royal Highness the Prince said not to fight alone!"

However, he did not join up with his three Blood Knight brothers, but instead rushed towards the evil monster to Lor'themar's right with a knife in hand, ignoring the dissuasion of a young blond Blood Knight behind him.

Before Lor'themar could show a look that said "wait for me", a beam of flame flew out from the portal not far away from the many Blood Knights behind him, and it became bigger and bigger as it flew higher.

Whoosh, the sound of waving sleeves breaking through the air was heard, and a handsome elf with blue eyes and a red robe, his body burning with hot flames, stood in the air stepping on a huge fire phoenix.

In silence, beams of scorching flames shot out from the huge fire phoenix, with a bright red star tail flame, bombarding the stronghold belonging to a large number of undead and a few demons.

At the same time, many streams of light filled with arcane power turned into blue streamlines and continuously entered the body of the Phoenix Mage. He directly raised a fireball that covered the sky and the sun.

A group of magicians with blue eyes and golden and red robes stood behind him.

They took the initiative to release the arcane magic in their bodies, allowing him to drive them, sucking the magic into great power.

If one could ignore the empty bottles in the hands of these "magician assistants" and the blue bubbles that kept floating in the air, then it must be very... the fireball had expanded to a certain limit.

The fireball that dominated the sky suddenly rolled down, bringing the temperature of the undead on the ground and in the air to a level high enough to ignite themselves.

As the simple fireball fell, sparks began to appear on the ground, the temperature suddenly rose, a swirling sea of ​​fire began to emerge, and a series of flame storms swept in.

"What..."

"Roar……"

"I want to eat……"

The undead souls caught in the flames were covered by the flames that ignited out of nowhere in the few seconds it took them to move forward, climb up, or fall to the ground, turning into pieces of constantly cracking ash debris.

"Oh!"

"bark……"

"what……"

The low-level demons that continued to walk out of the torn demon gate let out a howl of pain before being burned to ashes one by one in every sense of the word by the flames.

The instinctive demon soul didn't even have time to re-enter the twisting void before it was swallowed up by an invisible death gate opened in the world of the living, to face the judgment of the arbitrator of the shadow world.

At the same time, the Silver...Blood Knights army, who were fighting endlessly in the sea of ​​fire, were not affected at all, and continued to move forward on the flames or the ashes of the enemies.

Similarly, the direction of movement of each Sin'dorei on the ground happened to bypass the attack range of the fireballs of the Hero, and the flag of Quel'Thalas was flying.

"Fordin Dawnbringer, we can't stay here for long."

"That's right, my two brothers, the wind is blowing!"

"Hey, Dathrohan Bloodblade, Gavinrad, wait for me!"

In less than a moment, the three legendary blood knights regained their senses and hurriedly ran to the side. The fireballs above their heads were not something that friendly troops could normally catch.

Similar to the three of them, a blood knight with a sword in almost the same position on the other side also had to quicken his pace, trying to use his feet and the power of holy light to be as fast as lightning.

The core of this stronghold... the central area of ​​the invincible fireball. The three lich gentlemen were bound by flame chains, waiting for the ball to swallow them accurately.

No matter they are liches of the Burning Legion or liches of the Scourge, in front of this fireball that shows a little inequality among all living beings, the only way out is annihilation.

This is Kael'thas Sunstrider, the last Sunstrider Prince of Quel'Thalas before this world possessed the Three Flame Orbs, the ruling lord of the blood elves in name and spirit.

He has a group of "fanatic royalists" and doesn't even know how to speak. He silently controls the grand fire magic below in the air to burn all enemies of Quel'Thalas.

Boom, bang, the constantly rising and exploding "mana bombs" are the best reward for the Undead Scourge and some demons by the Sin'dorei royal party gathered under the banner of Kael'thas Sunstrider.

"There are no enemies. No undead or demon can be a match for Kael'thas Sunstrider. Jump now..."

"Mr. Aqiang, please be aware of your identity. You are not my dancing brother."