The Prince of Lordaeron bravely enters Azeroth

"Silvermoon City. I remember the last time I came here, I was still a child."

"Silvermoon City, I remember that the last time I came here, I was still alive."

"Your Majesties, we are very far away from the city. You usually do this..."

"Kel'Thuzad, there is no difference. We are just expressing our feelings."

Looking at Silvermoon City in the distance, Arthas and Sylvanas spoke to Kel'Thuzad in unison.

They attacked all the way from the border without any obstruction, and headed north to attack Silvermoon City.

The journey was easy, and the two of them sighed as they fought when they saw long-range magic bombarding the temporary camp from time to time.

Under the sunlight, in the early morning, Kel'Thuzad closed the manuscript.

He bowed slightly and said, "Your Majesties."

"The Benodiril barrier is no longer as strong as it once was, but all its remaining power has been taken away by those proud elves..."

Shaking her head, Sylvanas said, "It's okay. Isn't it just covering the area north of Silvermoon City?"

"As we all know, according to the inertia of these Quel'dorei, the mechanism to break the barrier must be set up somewhere on the periphery..."

"Your Majesty, after our scouts' investigation, no suspected guards were found on the periphery."

Falric came riding over from a distance, dismounted and reported, "There aren't even any elves wandering around."

"Their entire army is stationed in Silvermoon City, ready to welcome our arrival at any time."

"But, from what I can tell, they have no good intentions, your majesty."

Then, Arthas patted a certain black-faced woman and said, "As we all know, the elves have changed their previous strategy."

"To deal with these elves who are very likely to be prepared to perish together with their enemies, we can only change the painstaking strategy that Her Majesty the Queen casually compiled."

He climbed onto his horse and stepped on the stirrup. Arthas said, "Falric, you and Marwyn should proceed according to the previous plan."

"I have something else to do, so I'll just..."

"Don't go, stay here and let me do that!"

Arthas smiled and gathered his hand of death, grabbing the person who spoke and saying, "No problem, we'll go together."

Riding his horse and leading his men towards the western sea, Arthas left behind a few words.

"I don't ask you to win quickly, I just ask you to do everything you can to harass them and just delay them, instead of fighting a bloody battle."

Holding a halberd, Marwyn led a group of undead vanguards behind him and said, "Follow your orders, Your Majesty."

Not far away, Falric took a few steps and rode onto the skeleton griffin, holding a shield in his left hand and a sword in his right hand.

He said to Kel'Thuzad, who was flipping through a manuscript, "We will act according to your plan, Your Majesty."

Behind Farrick, a group of various undead air forces ready to go flew with his griffin.

They marched in an orderly manner, accompanied by several frost dragons, and various air forces formed an offensive similar to "infantry-tank coordination".

Behind Marwyn, a dense group of undead armies of various types advanced along with his warhorse.

They were well prepared and had many siege weapons, such as ladders, mincers, battering rams, etc.

Using a teleportation spell, Kel'Thuzad arrived at the floating prison high in the sky. He glanced at the "deeply thinking" human and took a few steps into his own quiet room.

In the temporary undead camp, although the forest in the camp has been added with a lot of colors due to the "colors" brought by the undead, it is still as beautiful as before.

There are no traces of death, only countless undead souls, undead souls with different thoughts.

They divided their forces into two waves to invade Silvermoon City, but the number of undead remaining in the original camp was still quite large.

It is a kind of paradise for flesh and blight, even dead spirits.

Thus, the undead Scourge that attacked Silvermoon City this time each went about their own business and began their respective "missions".

"Sylvanas, unfold the map."

When they were at a distance, Arthas brought Sylvanas to his side and asked for the map.

Using both hands to pry open the powerless death hand, Sylvanas gave a thumbs up and said, "Great! This is too embarrassing."

"Nothing, just my old illness coming back."

"I don't want you to take me to an unknown place while I'm running."

Sensing the key words, Sylvanas revealed her true nature and said, "What? You, a person with no sense of direction, dare to say that I have no sense of direction?!"

"I'm not talking, you little princess who's always late."

"Even now, you, Sylvanas, still can't change your reckless nature."

"You...I haven't seen you for a long time...Okay, I'll show you once!"

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"Mr. Congressman, the dead are coming."

"Don't panic, show those evil monsters what magic is."

Bang, bang, bang. The warning sound similar to that of a bell resounded over the sky above Silvermoon City.

However, contrary to the elves' expectations, the Undead Air Force that arrived first was instantly separated outside the attack range of most of the defenders.

It split into two from one point and began to circle around Silvermoon City...

"Not good, they want to... Hurry up and inform Count Blood Eagle to shoot them down."

Soon after, Earl Blood Eagle, who received the order, said: "Brave sons of the sky."

"The hard work of the past will bloom into flowers of blood today!"

With the sound of eagle cries, gorgeous dragon eagles carrying their riders flew out of the city.

"Sunshine above, charge!"

The weapons in their hands, such as lances, flashed with arcane light, which gathered into a beam of light and shot towards their targets.

Seeing this, Falric swung his shield and knocked down an elven knight and said, "Kill them."

Receiving orders from a web-like "channel", the Undead Air Force began to fight back.

A gargoyle spread its wings and flew over a dragonhawk rider, grabbing the enemy.

"what!"

It swung its legs and threw out the dragon eagle knight who was trying to set it on fire. The knight fell down with a wail.

"Chirp!"

The next second, it was knocked away by the ownerless dragon eagle and burned in a burst of flames.

Whoosh, whoosh, two scimitar-shaped plague moon blades slashed across the dragon eagle, breaking it into three pieces.

Flesh and blood fell from the sky. Arcane arrows and missiles from the city below rained down from below, piercing or exploding the undead in the air.

Faced with rain of arrows and missiles, as well as occasional magic explosions in the air, and arcane strikes from the elven air force.

"Monster, die!"

"Roar!"

A frost dragon exhales a breath of cold dragon, or uses its powerful body to knock the enemy away, and its sharp claws cut through the hard armor.

"Trap it and break its spine!"

Large nets of red energy enveloped the Frost Dragon, flames burning from them, and lances pierced its dragon bones back and forth.

"Ow!"

Groups of gargoyles roll their wings and shoot out moon blades, or fly over the enemies and tear them apart with their claws and mouths.

"kill!"

Not afraid of the enemy, a dragon eagle knight rushed into the group of gargoyles, wielded his lance, and swept away the surrounding monsters.

"Chirp!"

The skeleton griffin without a rider will charge head-on into the enemy, pecking through the living with its sharp beak. If it fails, it will turn into broken bones or debris on the ground.

The Undead Air Force carrying the Knights will engage in a battle of skills with the enemy Knights by attacking in pursuit of maximum damage.

Boom, boom, boom! The magic flowers blooming in the air drowned the undead around them.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, groups of arrows and missiles pierced into the bodies of the undead, passing through them to the next target, or detonating the current target.

Clank, clank, clank! The knights fighting in the air are fighting with their enemies with the sharp swords in their hands.

But in the blink of an eye, there were several "collisions" back and forth.

In this high sky, feathers, sharp blades, dry bones, flesh, blood, and dust fell...

"Elves, death will grant you liberation today!"

Carrying a special crystal embedded in armor or body, Marwyn led a group of undead into the barrier.

With this crystal, targeted wisdom comes from Northrend.

The barrier outside the city cannot purify them immediately, nor can it purify them within a certain period of time.

"For the Lich King, forward!"

They brought siege weapons, rammed the gates of Silvermoon City, and tried to climb up the city using ladders or by crawling directly.

Waves of undead magic, accompanied by the chanting of the curse wizard and the skeleton wizard.

They began to fight against the arcane magic on the city walls, injuring or killing the elves in one blow, some without even a scratch on their skin.

"You think you can attack the city with these? How arrogant!"

The crossbows and magic heavy artillery in the city fired at the siege weapons brought by the undead, as well as the surrounding undead.

Under the fierce bombardment, blood, flesh and broken bones flew everywhere.

The meat grinders and catapults outside the city threw out pieces of explosive plague objects, which exploded on the top of the city and the protective shields inside the city.

As soon as there was a slight crack in the shield, the elves quickly repaired it and it was back to normal in a blink of an eye.

"Send the wounded away and use magic to destroy these monsters!"

The flames, ice, lightning, and strong winds from the top of the city devoured the crawling undead on the wall the moment they touched it.

"Kill him and convert him!"

A downed dragon eagle knight barely managed to save his life and landed outside the city, where he was sent away by a green light.

Some bones and other materials that fell from the sky were transformed by the necromancers into new soldiers, who continued to attack the impregnable city.

Inside the city, the elves were rescuing the distressed people while also collecting all available materials.

Both sides are turning available "materials" into useful things.

Then put them in this "slaughterhouse" and chop as many "pigs" as possible.

The sound of killing and war drums resounded throughout the battlefield, and the blood and energy lingered in the battlefield.

Broken bones and broken weapons were scattered all over the battlefield, and brilliant magic and artillery fire flashed across the battlefield.

"You killed Mikro, I want you to be buried with me!"

An elf, filled with anger because of the sacrifice of his friend.

When his comrades around him were not paying attention, he jumped down from the city and left the barrier.

His whole body was ablaze with arcane light, and his body began to...

A black light in the shape of a broadsword slashed across, and a death knight grabbed the bloody head and threw it into the "blood pool" behind him.

"Kill, kill, kill!"

A giant flesh and blood puppet crawled out of the "blood pool", carrying the purifying power of living beings.

It turned around and ran, using its assembled pair of bare fists and its heavy body to slam heavily into the city wall.

"Mage team, levitate! Don't fall down."

"Priest team, Holy Light, send them off."

A dazzling holy light gathered from the holy staff in the priest's hand, covering the flesh and blood puppet in the blink of an eye, and instantly turning it into a point of light and dissipating.

"Our master wants your destruction!"

A clearly speaking Stitched Monster came to the city wall, and before the elves' attacks could destroy him, its body cracked apart.

In a moment, the "flesh bomb" blasted away a group of elves with defensive magic attached to their comrades, and the plague began...

The holy light lit up, the arcane lit up, the gold and blue colors covered the plague, and purification occurred between breaths.

As time passed, Falric jumped on the griffin's head, and Marwyn grasped the reins of the warhorse and retreated to the rear.

"Withdraw troops!"

With a shout of "retreat", the crystals between their breastplates and flesh had dimmed, as if some energy was missing.

Those who retreat slowly become part of the dust within the barrier.

Most of their current siege weapons were damaged, and they couldn't even take away a catapult.

Watching the undead retreat temporarily, an elf standing on the top of the city said: "On the battlefield, there is only blood and pain, nothing else."

"But for the sake of my people and loved ones behind me, I am willing to sacrifice my life just to destroy these monsters!"

Outside of Silver Moon City, the place was in a mess and filled with smoke.

Potholes and scattered "red blood", "black blood" and "green blood" are just some of them.

Although there are not many elves howling in pain in Silvermoon City, there are some elves that are already disabled.

Soon after, the living elves mourned their dead compatriots, and eulogies echoed throughout Silvermoon City.

At the same time, those who need to defend continue to defend... and those who need to do what they need to do are still striving to complete the tasks on their shoulders.

"Don't relax, keep working."

A craftsman, together with his co-workers, stared intently at the tools in front of them.

……

"Child, may the holy light heal your pain."

A priest uses holy light to heal the wounded in front of him.

……

"Eat more, brothers (sisters), there will be plenty of food."

A chef placed the full plate steadily in the soldier's hands.

……

"Have you developed any countermeasures against those crystals?"

A mage was discussing his findings during the battle with his colleagues.

……

"General, there is some commotion going on somewhere."

A soldier is reporting the situation to his immediate superior.

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"We have achieved a short-lived victory, but the undead will come again."

An officer guarding the city turned his head and muttered as he looked at the dim magic ball in front of him with the image of the undead camp gradually disappearing.

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"Why don't you persist?"

Sylvanas asked in a low voice as she looked down at the battlefield scene again and again.

"There are sacrifices in war, so why should I insist on doing it?"

Riding his horse on the sea, Arthas stared at the woman in front of him and said, "My current ability."

"It's not enough to do what I want to do, and these sacrifices...war is never a joke."

"Then why do you..."

"There is no why for me, only why I can't defeat those beings."

Looking up at the place in the distance that was radiating brilliant energy into the sky, Arthas said, "You know."

"That is not my order, but the result that those who are paying attention to this place hope to see."

"The harassment I mentioned was just stalling for time."

"I had no intention of taking anyone's life, but someone wanted my 'servants' to kill people."

Rubbing the white-haired elf's head, he said, "Okay, we can go back."

"Just think about it, they will be resurrected eventually."

"Besides, if we were to change our position, the lives of the undead under my command are also lives."

With bloodshot eyes flashing, Sylvanas dispersed the image in her hand and said, "Is it right or wrong for you to think this way?"

"There are right and wrong answers for different people, but I think..."

Gripping the reins tightly in his hands, Arthas said, "This is undoubtedly wrong."

"But we will try to change all this and stick to our original ideas."

"This time, there was cruelty and bloodshed, but our strength was not enough."

"We can't know what we want to know, and we can't have an equal 'talk'."

Putting the man in front of him, he said, "We can't even push down the mountain that's blocking us."

With her eyes closed, Sylvanas said, "You are right. I was just being sentimental."

"After going through so much, I'm still not used to not liking being on this side."

Holding the reins firmly with both hands to serve as a guardrail on the horse, Arthas said: "Don't worry, it's good to have a kind heart and a conscience."

“Abandoning these, not having these, is the real source of depravity.”

Ta-ta-ta! The invincible Death Warhorse marches at an extremely fast pace, stepping on the ice that moves with every step.

Crossing the vast ocean, rushing towards the distant Island of Quel'Danas.

"Our mission here was never to capture Quel'Thalas, but only to 'pollute' the Sunwell."