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Then there are the little lords of cave demons, those who used to be spider demons, even if they hide underground, unless they hide deeply, they will be blown to pieces by the huge thunder power.

Sylvanas is like a banner that inspires all the elves.

There are many elves who have fallen behind, and similarly, there are elves who have been trapped in various places and cannot break out, and they do not hesitate to follow Sylvanas.

Northward!

Northward!

All the way north!

Destroy those filthy undead and demons!

Kill until you see their relatives and your king! Kill until you see their relatives, you can kill them!

The glorious and great platinum gates of Silvermoon City are gone!

Gravel everywhere!

Blood stained everywhere!

Eyes full of death!

However, it doesn't matter, they are supported by their belief in defending their homeland and country.

Sylvanas, a ranger hero returning from the Far South, leads them.

With the increase of undead creatures in front of him, the advance of the team became slower and slower, and at the same time, he took this opportunity to let the elves behind catch up, plus those elves who rushed to support from the east and west of the city, the team of King Qin became larger and larger.

The quantitative change eventually caused a qualitative change, and when the number of troops exceeded 10,000, the undead legion that was sticking to the gates of Silvermoon City finally couldn't bear it.

"Rush-"

"For Quildore!"

"For Quel'Thalas!"

With a thunderous sound, Prince Kael'thas, who was patrolling the eastern part of the kingdom, arrived, and he used an eighteen-company [Fire Explosion Technique] to blast a passage of destruction among the undead in one go, and the fire element was sucked away by the prince, completely opening the passage to the palace.

However, the next scene made the elves of King Qin's army palpitate more and more.

After breaking through the legion of the undead near the city gate, there was not a single survivor or corpse in sight along the way.

This gave each elf a sense of foreboding.

No one spoke, and everyone was still under the leadership of Sylvanas and Kael'thas, rushing in the direction of the Sun-Chasing Court with all their might.

Red columns.

Golden spires.

Snow-white ground.

The dazzling palace was as clean, solemn, and beautiful as it had been yesterday.

Compared to the ruins of collapsed buildings outside, it was the difference between hell and heaven.

Originally, Kael'thas wanted to breathe a sigh of relief, but as soon as he wanted to step on the steps of the palace, Sylvanas blocked him.

"Where's the royal guard!?" Sylvanas's reminder made Kael'thas slap a spirit.

Right!

That's right!

In the past, on each step of the stairs outside the royal court, there were two Spellbreaker Wang family guards armed with an almost oval red shield and a double-edged sword.

Now, not a single guard saw it.

Don't......

The uneasiness in the heart quickly spread in the hearts of every elf.

Just as Kael'thas couldn't help it and was about to rush in with his men, the door of the royal court suddenly opened.

There was no light in the great door.

Because the sky was covered by the canopy of the undead, and the whole city was filled with a faint ice mist, no matter how good the rangers' eyesight was, they couldn't see the situation in the royal court, and they could only see in the royal court with a little faint light, and a gorgeously dressed figure was stepping out of the royal court.

After thousands of years of getting along, that silhouette, that dress, it is impossible to be mistaken!

"Father!?" Kael'thas was pleasantly surprised to break free from Sylvanas's hindrance and rushed forward, running up the seven stairs in one go.

In the next moment, the prince suddenly stiffened as if he had been under the spell of petrification.

The prince is not mistaken!

Appearing at the main gate of the royal court is none other than the King of Quel'Thalas, His Majesty the Great Anastrian* Sunseeker!

But-

This is the Sun King who appeared in front of King Qin's army as an undead.

Originally, even as a High Elf with a lifespan of thousands of years, Anastrian was very old, with unconcealable age spots and numerous wrinkles on his face, thin arms and fingers, and a somewhat hunched body.

At this moment, except for the hunched body standing up straight again, it was the color of his dead gray skin, and the cyan pupils with the light of the nether.

"No...... How could he ...... so easily with his father's strength," Kael'thas's voice trembled, and his outstretched left hand trembled even more.

When the living are killed by the Scourge Legion, they transform their evil magic into the undead—everyone knows that.

However, Kael'thas couldn't believe that his father, backed by the mana leylines of the Sunwell, would be so easily killed and transformed into a lich!

Not only was Kael'thas shocked, but in the square in front of the royal court, every elf who witnessed this scene was shocked. At this moment, they completely lost the ability to think, and each elf walking dead looked at the king who had stepped into the realm of the undead with blank eyes.

Three thousand years!

Anastrian has ruled the Kingdom of the High Elves for three thousand years!

This is already a hundred lifetimes for humans in the world of Azeroth, whose average lifespan is only about thirty years old.

It was such a long time that the fact that 'Anastrian was king' was imprinted almost into the deepest part of the soul of every elf.

It's like the most important part of the world!

However, their king was not just dead. And was turned into an immortal!?

This is not only bad news, but also a double collapse of the heart and faith!

Prince Kael'thas squirmed for a long time before he squeezed out such a paragraph: "Father...... Why!?Did you lose?"

"Lost!?" Anastrian's facial muscles were kept alive purely by the power of darkness, and he showed an indignant expression: "Lost!?I didn't lose to that bastard of Antonidas!I lost to myself! I lost to the years! I lost to this old body! If it weren't for my old age, I could have endlessly drawn the power of the sunwell and destroyed any intruder! How could I be subdued by a mere [Frost Sorrow]?"

Crush!?

The moment the former Sun King's words fell, every knowledgeable elf in the square made up such a picture in his mind - the Sun King resisted and struggled. If he were a thousand years younger and a great mage of the sun, he would certainly be able to ignore the bottleneck and arbitrarily use the magic of the Sun Well to destroy all the enemies who came to him.

It's a pity that he's too old.

Both the total amount of mana and the amount of magic power output per unit of time have dropped dramatically.

So he lost!

However, this is not the end of everything!