Rise of the blood elves

The clouds are thick and the sky is full of shouts of murder.

"Your Highness, the Western Front has been defeated."

"Eastern Front"

"Too many undead"

Listening to the battle reports that kept coming back, Kael'thas's heart became heavier and heavier.

The platform outside the Sunwell Temple has a good view, just enough to have an unobstructed view of the battlefield.The Sunwell Highlands, which has not yet been rebuilt, is still desolate and broken, unable to block the view.Without the soldiers reporting back, the prince could see how precarious the battle was.

The undead came from all directions and surrounded the place.

At first, the defensive spells played their due role, and a large number of undead were burned to ashes, or cracked into the most basic dust in the high-intensity arcane light.But after the energy supply was exhausted, the blood elf troops had to engage in hand-to-hand combat.

The team of blood knights led by Liadrin is the most eye-catching elite soldier on the battlefield. It even outshines the Salorian Morningseekers who wield Stormka and kill everyone. There is no undead that they can unite with. All the enemies were wiped out under the holy light.

But the undead were so invincible that they occupied every passage in the ruins as far as the eye could see.The undead didn't care that the crowded formation was not conducive to fighting, they were purely using their flesh and blood to build a victory regardless of sacrifice.

The speed at which the blood elves kill the enemy is far unable to keep up with the speed at which the opponent can fill the gaps in the front line and press forward. They have to fight and retreat, constantly shrinking the defense line to ensure safety.

The powerless scene of the Silvermoon City defense battle is being replayed in the Sunwell.Even if the magisters forcibly overdraw their mana, the rain of meteorites and fire summoned together will burn the undead that come forward, but it will not be painful for their terrifying number.

"How is the recovery of mana?" Kael'thas asked Rommath behind him.

Romance nodded slowly.

"Let's go, we will also join the war." Kael'thas took the lead to step off the platform.

"There are too many of them"

Liadrin swung her sword, and Quel'Delar, shrouded in the power of the holy light, effortlessly cut seven or eight ghouls in half.

She looked around and found that there were only a dozen panting blood knights around her.The nearest friendly forces were dozens of meters away, with hundreds of undead standing between them and the Blood Knights.

It wasn't that the Blood Knights were advancing alone, but that the friendly forces simply couldn't resist the undead and were being forced back. In just one or two minutes, the Blood Knights team fell behind unknowingly.

"Holy Light, please listen to my call and give me the power to purify evil."

Almost as soon as he finished speaking, a ray of holy light broke through the dark clouds, fell from the sky, and landed on Liadrin.She poured holy light into Quel'Delar in her hand, let out a cry, held the hilt of the sword with both hands, and stabbed it into the ground at her feet.

With a muffled sound of "boom", the ground with a radius of more than ten meters burst open, and the blazing holy light flames spurted out, clearing a vacuum area among the dense group of undead. Even a few rough-skinned and thick-skinned suture monsters, There is no way to resist this "dedication" spell.

"Retreat, retreat," Liadrin ordered loudly, turning back and charging into the enemy group.

Ever since she received the holy deed brought back by the prince's advisor, Liadrin had been guided by a mysterious voice on the road to regaining her faith.Now, she is far more powerful than before and has a deeper understanding of the Holy Light.

During her most confused period, Salorian Morningseeker, who had pointed out the way for her and given her great help, also passed on the holy sword Quel'Delar to her, allowing her to hold this ancient holy sword forged by the dragon clan. The sword purifies all evil.

As she deepened into the enemy group, there were densely packed undead on the left, right, front and back. Even with the holy sword in her hand, Liadrin felt a mountain of pressure.

"whoosh"

Suddenly there was a sharp sound piercing the air near her face, and an arrow just passed through the small gap between her helmet and shoulder armor, killing the ghoul that almost fell on her.

"Whizzing"

One, two, ten, twenty

A certain archer with superb archery skills was harvesting the undead surrounding Liadrin at a terrifying speed.

A sweep of the sword cleared the space, and Liadrin took the time to look up.

I saw a one-eyed Farstrider ranger wearing chainmail and a green cloak on his back, standing on the top of a stone pillar not far away. He was drawing arrows, nodding his bow, and charging up to shoot arrows at a dizzying speed. He noticed that Li After Adeline's gaze, she pretended to be serious and nodded to her.

That way is more artificial and artificial.

"Lor'themar, you fool," Liadrin couldn't help but smile and thought to herself, "Do you think I don't know who sent those mana crystals?"

These days, dozens of mana crystals are secretly stuffed under the basin used for washing in her single camp by some anonymous person every day.

After the destruction of the Sunwell, magic addiction became the primary problem plaguing the blood elves.But under the blessing of the Holy Light, Liadrin has gotten rid of this trouble and no longer needs to suck mana crystals to relieve her addiction. She has also given those crystals to others.

After training one day, she happened to bump into Lor'themar Theron who was acting suspiciously and sneakily in the Blood Knight camp.He lied that he was on routine business, inspecting the military camp, but Liadrin understood how the ranger lord came to inspect the unrelated Blood Knight military camp. The mana crystal in her tent was sent by him.

fool

Lor'themar on the stone pillar suddenly flew up, shot three or four arrows in mid-air with a handsome posture, and then landed on the head of a suture monster.

Before the disgusting flesh and blood creature could react, there were two more daggers in its eye sockets. Lor'themar also used his legs to jump to Liadrin's side, turned over and shot an arrow, the last one in the quiver. A feather arrow was inserted into the Stitch Monster's head.

The Stitch Monster fell to the ground with a crash. Lor'themar rolled on the ground and came to Liadrin's side. He drew out the short knife from his waist, guarded her flanks without saying a word, and approached the friendly forces together.

"Hmph, worm-carving trick."

Telesta snorted and effortlessly resolved the spell of a certain natural disaster psychic.

She stretched out her well-maintained jade hand and snapped her fingers. The psychic was reduced to ashes in the fire without even wailing.

These natural disaster psychics are all half-assed, and their skills in magic are not comparable to even her worst apprentices, but they are confident because of their large numbers.

Quantity

Theresa felt bitter in her heart.She is one of the most powerful mages of the blood elves, yes, but how many undead can she kill?

five hundred thousand

She glanced at the undead piled up on the defense line, and her mouth felt bitter. There were too many undead.

Helena, who was in a trance and casting a spell next to Telesta, suddenly let out a shrill scream, and her skin suddenly shrank and turned into a mummy.

Necromancy

Teresita was so distracted that she had no time to mourn for her apprentice and immediately searched for the spell caster among the undead.

Helena is one of her most proud apprentices. She obtained the title of Magister more than ten years ago. She has the strength of a primary epic, is talented, and specializes in defense and enhancement spells.The necromancy caster who could kill her before she had time to react was at least quasi-legendary.

Sure enough, a lich floating three feet above the ground came to the front line like a moon held by the undead stars.

When strong men met, needless to say, the two immediately started a confrontation in the air.Energy-shaping spells emerge in endlessly. Fire and ice arrows drag their long tails towards each other, and are blocked or offset by each other's spells.

Without Telesta's help, the blood elf soldiers in front of her were immediately pressed back by the undead.

After going back and forth, Telesta discovered that this lich was not a quasi-legendary, but a real legendary powerhouse with similar strength to her.

Although the other party was far inferior to her in terms of the level of skill in casting spells, Teresita had almost exhausted her magic power when she was clearing the corruption of the holy tree. It was indeed a shame to continue this kind of long-range confrontation in which the winner could not be determined in a short period of time. Unwise.

"Let them retreat." Theresa gritted her teeth and ordered the apprentices around her.

The blood elves retreated, and Telesta held on until the last moment to ensure that the lich could not pour spells on her own people. Finally, she took a deep look at the floating lich, cast a teleportation spell, and retreated to the temple.

"Let's go, let's go quickly." Salorian Morningseeker waved his arms, signaling for his men to retreat.When the friendly forces retreated, the elite troops he led were unable to support themselves.

"Drink!" In order to protect his subordinates, he let out a thunderous roar, jumped into the undead group and killed everyone in all directions. Under the intense blood pressure, the skin exposed outside the armor was a strange bright red.

In just a few minutes, the morning seeker was surrounded by a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

He gasped for air and his skin began to return to normal.Mastery of anger is the mark of a skilled warrior, and not everyone can remain sane when angry.As one of the few blood elves who has reached the legendary realm, the power of the Morning Seeker is self-evident.

"Damn, these undead are simply invincible."

Seeing that the last team had also withdrawn from the temple, Salorian swung his sword to kill the undead in front of him, turned around and evacuated.

"withdraw withdraw withdraw"

The fingers of Halduron Brightwing's right hand were sore from straining the bow so many times.He rushed to the battlefield with the first batch of supporting troops. As soon as he arrived here, he felt a lingering sense of powerlessness in his heart.

Everything at this time is very much like the battle to defend Quel'Danas Island.

The Farstrider rangers shot all the ammunition they carried. They were the most elite archers with the sharpest arrows. But facing the endless undead army, how many enemies did they kill? All they could do was watch Artha. Si killed their beloved King Anastarian, and the undead stepped on the ice of Frostmourne and poured into the Sunwell Highlands.

Taking a handful of feather arrows handed over by the adjutant, Halduron hesitated. It was either a matter of not shooting or not. In the end, he put the feather arrows back into his quiver, turned around and jumped off the sloping high wall, leading all the travelers to retreat. toward the temple

All the troops are retreating towards the temple, preparing to rely on the favorable terrain around the temple to resist the undead.

More than a dozen large portals have been opened, and support troops are pouring out continuously. But even so, compared to the overwhelming army of undead, the number of blood elves still seems to be insufficient.

Despair is spreading, the destruction of the Kingdom of Quel'Thalas is still vivid in our minds, and now the undead have once again shown an absolute numerical advantage, surrounding the reborn Sunwell, which all blood elves have high hopes for.

The sun is up, the undead

Too much.

Where did they come from? How could there be so many?

Didn't Alsace take away all the main troops?

At the moment of despair, a long and clear cry resounded through the battlefield, and a phoenix with blazing flames all over its body flew over the battlefield in an invincible manner. It opened its mouth to spit out terrifying magical flames, and instantly destroyed hundreds of people. The undead burned to ashes.

The phoenix hovers, chirps and burns, attracting attention against the backdrop of a cloudy sky

It is Prince Kael'thas, the hope of the Sin'dorei who has taken action.

The soldiers looked back and saw Kael'thas standing proudly on the edge of the high temple platform, seeming to exude an indelible and strong light that made people unable to help but fall in love with him.

"Long live the prince"

"Long live the sin'dorei"

The blood elves cheered, as if they had been given a shot in the arm, and their fighting spirit was overwhelming.The defense line that quickly retracted showed its indomitable resilience and even forced the undead out of the ruins around the temple.

But then, a ray of gray energy came from a certain corner of the battlefield and accurately hit the Phoenix's chest.

The phoenix let out a cry of pain, trembling violently, and then continued to shrink, then shrink again, and turned into a giant egg and fell to the ground.

The undead swarmed forward.

The cheers stopped abruptly.