This world, all worlds, move forward according to a specific trajectory, and countless facts have proved that in the history of a normally developed world, every hero who shines with endless light in major events will eventually be quietly forgotten in time.

The world does not revolve around a specific person, who lives or dies will not change the trajectory of the world, even the timeline guarded by the bronze dragons who have recently disappeared to find their tracks, there are countless branches, representing the elusive nature of the future.

Just like the news of the disappearance of the Sun King and nearly a thousand Phoenix Guardians now, in the melee between Quel'Thalas's life and the necromancy, neither side can choose to retreat.

In reality, no one can retreat.

On the southeastern coast of the city, the land around the runestones, which had been destroyed at the beginning of the war, had been completely overrun by the surging undead, the elven towns near the sea had been ransacked, and they had even approached the sanctuary on the edge of the Eternal Song Forest.

These sanctuaries are very important magic nodes of the Banty Renore Barrier, more important than ordinary rune stones, once several sanctuaries fall, it means that the mysterious Banty Renor Barrier will be completely destroyed, and this land of suffering will lose its last shelter.

However, the battle around the sanctuary was nothing compared to the great battle inside Silvermoon City at this time... The High Elves had been building since this time, and by 6,800 years later, the giant city, which had completely occupied a quarter of the land, was now completely divided into two regions.

In the eastern part of the city, from the Far Traveler Square, which commemorates the rangers, to the royal exchange, the city, including most of the shopping streets, has fallen under the control of the undead of the Northlands, and the strongly-elven buildings in this area have been reduced to smoke-filled ruins by the ravages of several Crypt Lords and brainless corpses.

There was no sign of life in these ruins, and all the citizens living in them had been turned into one of them by the undead, and these cursed necromancers staggered under the control of the only will in their minds, rushing from every street to the court of the Sun Chasing Dynasty like mercury.

The neighborhood still controlled by the High Elves is centered around the Sunfury Spire, and with the best efforts of the mages of the Firewing Legion, a purple magical barrier that envelops half of the city is in operation, and this barrier is like a high wall erected in the city, preventing any undead from invading the territory of the living.

To the south from the Sunfury Spire, a trail of corpses and ashes splintered the city in a layered manner, and the civilians who escaped were waiting to be transferred within the barrier, and with the undead army scattered outside the city, letting the civilians leave the city on their own was literally setting them on the path of suicide.

Guarding the staggered lines of defense are the Far Wanderer rangers who have rushed back from the front line, as well as the Silver Hand Paladins from the Stratholme district, whose scorching power of purifying light is deadlier to the undead than the magic and arrows of the elves.

"It's different, it's not at all."

On one of the defenses of Silvermoon City, a veteran of the Silver Hand swung his war hammer and easily smashed the emaciated, brainless, savage elven walking corpse that rushed in front of him to the ground, his left hand slammed downward, and the holy light that emitted golden light smashed on the struggling walking corpse, setting his cursed body on fire almost instantly.

In the midst of the ashes, the paladins around him roared forward, smashing away the undead with their heavy shields, and behind them, the rangers picked up arrows from the buckets of holy water beside them, each arrow setting fire to a running corpse.

"It's so easy."

The veteran of the Silver Hand sighed with emotion, and said to the recruits beside him:

"Compared to those difficult Darkblade Undead in Southern Xinjiang, these Northern Undead are really too weak, not of the same level at all."

The recruit had obviously not participated in the war between Arashi and Kazmodan, and he grabbed the sword with both hands, and with a few swords he slashed the spider demon soldiers who were nailed to the ground by arrows, and he turned his head and looked at the veteran who had time to drink water, and he asked curiously:

"Old Burke, tell me what the Darkblade Undead are all about?"

"They, how to say, like these brainless walking corpses..."

The veteran crutched his hammer, pointing to the corpses of the elves that were constantly being ignited by the fireballs of the mages and the arrows of the rangers, and he said in a tone of nostalgia:

"This kind of fragile walking corpse can't exist in the Darkblade legion at all, let me say this, those Darkblade undead, those low-level skeleton soldiers, they are completely in the form of skeletons, but they are equipped with steel armor and weapons, each of which has about the same strength as you, and they have no flesh, no matter how sharp the long sword is, it means nothing to them."

"Bang"

The veteran lifted his hammer and smashed it over a spider mage that had emerged from the ground, and he turned back to the recruit and said:

"Warhammer! Heavy weapons are the best thing to deal with them, those bones are more durable than these walking corpses, and they move much faster than them, under the command of the death knight, those bones can even perform some simple tactics, rookies, look at these dead people in front of you, they will only rush over and be killed. ”

"You may not have met the Death Knight yet... We talk as we go. ”

Veteran Burke waved his hand at the recruit behind him, and the group quietly approached a tall Frost Veku who roared outside the position in search of a challenge, a tall undead veteran who had never seen it, but reason told him that it was no more dangerous than the Death Knight of the Dark Blade.

"I've heard that those Death Knights look like humans, but they can not only fight on horseback like knights, but they can also use some terrifying dark magic."

A recruit whispered, and the veteran shrugged his shoulders and turned back and said:

"That's not the black magic of country witches, it's necromancy, we fight with the Holy Light, they fight with the energy of death, that thing is similar to the Holy Light... But if it hits you, it's cold, or it's corrosive, in short, it's not a spell that a living person can use, and their rune weapons, it's very strange..."

"But most importantly, those Death Knights are wise, and that's the scariest thing about them, he can think like a normal person, which means they don't step into those obvious traps, and they're dead, they don't fear."

The old soldier seemed to remember some bad memories, and he said with an ugly face:

"In the cluster charge led by the high-ranking death knights, unless you directly defeat the high-ranking knights, those low-level knights and skeleton infantry will not stop fighting."

As the veteran spoke, he gestured to the elven rangers in the rear, and the next moment, arrows stained with holy water whistled from the rear of the position, catching the roaring Frost Viku by surprise.

At the moment when the tall necromancer was dodging in confusion, the veteran seized the opportunity, like a lone wolf, leaped down from a great height, the war hammer in his hand shining with scorching brilliance, and hit the head of the frost viku, he jumped on the ground, and shouted to the nervous recruits behind him:

"Pull! Pull it down! ”

"Boom"

Three chains smashed into the retreating Viku from three directions, and in the shouts of the recruits, the tall half-giant was pulled down to the battlefield in a roar, and it struggled frantically, while several veterans of the Battle of Arathi cooperated with each other, rushing to its side with weapons, and a small bucket of concentrated holy water was poured on the man's face.

The rest of the knights seized the opportunity to go crazy next to the howling Frost Viku's body, and in just a few seconds, the powerful Frost Viku's head was smashed to pieces.

"Uh... This is much easier to deal with than those cunning high-ranking knights, although the number of Darkblade Undead is small, but each of them is a difficult soldier, these... These Northland undead are numerous, but they are more like resurrected civilians, so let's say, if the attack on Quel'Salas today is a legion under the command of Tyrion's son, we will be prepared for a hard battle, or even total annihilation. ”

Old Burke wiped the sweat from his forehead, and in the admiring gaze of the recruits, he smiled, looked back at the battlefield, and then waved his hand:

"The long-eared elves seem to be able to hold on, let's go back to the battle line and rest for 10 minutes, and then go to the city to take a look, the big knight needs more undead samples, we need to find some more."

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"The number of undead in the city has reached a staggering 370,000, most of them are resurrected deceased, the tombs near Silvermoon City have been hollowed out, and with the undead roaming the periphery, their number is growing wildly, but..."

Romans, who had lost an arm in Kazmodan, looked haggard, but the light in his eyes did not look like a fragile old man at all, he stood at the top of the Tower of the Sunfury, overlooking the battlefield from above, and from time to time he sprinkled the scorching flames of hell in front of the extremely stressed lines.

Behind him, the pale-faced Prince of Kael'thas.

"In the absence of those tall Viku Necrons and Frost Dragons, or Crypt Lords, these strange undead are not as fierce as the Grimblade Undead of the Arathi Heights... It's a lot worse than the Death Knights I encountered in Kazmodan. ”

**The teacher whispered:

"This is a force that fights in a very different way than the Darkblade Undead, and it seems that they are fighting purely on numerical superiority."

"In other words, we can withstand it?"

The prince's eyes narrowed, and in those beautiful green eyes, there was a touch of bitter hatred, and he said softly:

"How long can Silvermoon City last?"

"Judging from the current situation, we can hold out for a long time, the high-level combat power of this undead is too small, as long as we withstand the pressure of the local battlefield, those slow-moving corpses will not pose much threat to us, and the high mobility of the rangers can just restrain these walking corpses."

**The teacher's thinking is clear and analyzed:

"The premise of staying here for a long time is that the undead won't use other moths... Wait, what's that? ”

The surprised voice of the Romance Master made Prince Kael'thas couldn't help but look back, looking from the highest Sunfury Spire in Silvermoon City in the direction of the open sea, on the undead-stained shore, a strange green color was spreading at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"That's... That's a plant? ”

There was a hint of surprise in the prince's voice, and the undead seemed to notice a strange power spreading from the shore, and under the gaze of the mages, those green plants were like a carpet spread out, and with the blessing of some kind of power, they were spreading from the shoreline to the whole of Quel'Salas in a gesture that engulfed everything.

"They're in... Eat the undead! Unbelievable! ”

Shi Lannaser's voice had a little more fear at this moment, and in their gaze, the undead walking corpses that stood in front of the spread of the plant were crowded together, and before they even had time to disperse, they were "covered" by the overwhelming greenery.

The walking corpses struggled forward on the green "carpet", but their bodies were entwined by the green grass on the ground, and they could not even let out a terrified roar, they were dragged by the vines sticking out of the ground, covered them, and then became the "nourishment" of the new plants. The scene where everything was once devoured by the forest spirits that had been activated by the forest spirits in the Northern Thorn Valley reappeared in Quel'Thalas.

However, the difference between the two is that the forest activated by the forest spirits only covers the Northern Thorn Valley, while the forest catalyzed by the growing seed of life is enough to cover the whole of Quel'Thalas... Although the kernel spawned by the seed of life has been taken away by Tyrion, the remaining energy in the torso of the plant burned by the flames is enough to complete this "revenge of nature".

Plants come to life! They're slaughtering living beings!

This scene caused an inexplicable horror to all who noticed it, no one understood where these crazy plants came from, and ignorance of something always made people feel terrified.

And on the side of the undead, the high-level undead who were always paying attention to the battlefield of Silvermoon City also heard the voice of the Supreme Lich King in their heads:

"Plants, huge life energy erupts at the bottom of the sea, and until it stops, the crazy plants will not stop devouring all things, and all people... Transfer to the coast to the southeast! ”

"Quick!"

The Lich King's Undead Scourge is far more obedient to orders than any legion in this world, and at the moment when the Lich King's order was given, the undead who were frantically attacking the High Elf defense line turned their heads almost in unison, and under the guidance of the will in their minds, they advanced towards the rift in the southeast of the city.

This scene made the soldiers on the entire front froze for a moment, and Prince Kael'thas looked back at the green "carpet" that was spreading inland, and the large trees and forests that had grown by the sea, and far away on the sea, the still burning island of Queldanus, and a sense of powerlessness enveloped the prince's heart at this moment.

After a moment, his fingers flicked limply.

"Evacuate..."

"Your Highness! We can't give up Silvermoon City... It's..."

"If there's one thing that makes the undead feel fearful, then we have enough reason to fear it, the city doesn't matter, the history of the High Elves is not just a city, the people... It's our people who matter. ”

Kael'thas . The Sunstrider clenched his fists:

"Evacuate! I have lost my father to withdraw the rest of our people from this land that has become dangerous, and I don't want my people to suffer this kind of suffering. ”

"I... I'm left with only them. ”