Quel'Salas's self-isolation, that is in the political and military sense. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

In fact, in the fields of life and economy, there are High Elves on the entire Eastern Kingdom continent.

Don't you see that King Dalin's lover is an elf?

Not participating in the Alliance's Scourge Legion does not mean that Anastrian does not know the information outside.

Even if he knew, when he saw the standard dead face of his 'old friend' Antonidas, his heart couldn't help but skip a beat.

There were sounds of whining and crying all around, the "crackling" sound of flames burning the city, the loud sound of explosives exploding, and the louder and louder shouts of killing from the direction of the original city gate. All these sounds, the Sun King ignored.

All his attention had fallen on Antonidas, who had become a lich, and the death knight beside him with a skeletal sword.

Along with his evil aura that was so thick that it could not be dissolved, was the cloudless frost above his head that quickly covered the entire Silvermoon City, obscured the sun, and destroyed the summer sun.

Three seconds later, a voice descended over the palace of Quel'Salas.

"Anastrian—"

This voice is clear, majestic, and also exudes an impersonal coldness, as if implying its master's indifference and cruelty to life.

The Sun King half-narrowed his eyes that already had crow's feet at the corners of his eyes, the skin on his face was squeezed together, and he snorted coldly without showing weakness: "Hmph!

The king of mankind, unless he is a great being as brilliant as Emperor Soladin, a short-lived human being, whether he is a king in high or a pariah as low as a worm, will not attract the attention of the Sun King.

But Arthas is different, in addition to his notorious patricide and murderer, there is another meaning he represents—eternity! Alsae is different, albeit in the manner of the dead, but his strength makes up for the flaws in appearance.

A hint of jealousy flashed in Anastrian's eyes, and his negative mood swings were well captured by Antonidas.

As the most evil magic weapon, as a magic sword that can very tempt people to fall, [Frost Sorrow] will not let this go either. The whisper from the magic sword made Arthas's lips purse in an eerie arc.

The Sun King sneered as he thrust his incomparably ornate and dazzling golden staff through the stone bricks of the palace.

"You're very good. Darkan ...... You're good too!" The Sun King's gaze only glanced at the great traitor Darkan, whose magic fluctuated even more, and then withdrew his gaze, and he exclaimed in a deep voice, "If you are going to kill me and rob the Sunwell!"

"Kill you, snatch the sunwell, when did I say such a thing?" Arthas chuckled, and then a look of fanaticism appeared on his face, "No, I have come to grant you eternity on behalf of the Lord of the Lich King! As long as you become a Lich of your own will, you will be able to exist in this world forever, rule over your subjects forever, and ...... You'll be stronger!bigger!"

As if in response to the declaration of Alsace.

At some point, they had quickly passed through the ruins of Silvermoon City, and the Death Knights before coming to the palace dismounted their skeleton horses, knelt down on one knee, and placed their left hand on their chests to show their supreme respect to the owner of this declaration.

The Great Lich Antonidas stepped forward, and he smiled in the same way: "Old friend, look at your weakness, right? Just like I was a few months ago. Time destroys our bodies and makes our magic decay. But now, I'm different. ”

"Different?" After feeling the mana and leyline branches of the Sun Well still flowing below the palace, the Sun King raised his head contemptuously and declared confidently: "This is Silvermoon City, my home field, and no existence can beat me here! ”

"Home?" Antonidas smiled mysteriously, "It's not just your home field!"

The next moment, Anastrian understood the meaning of his old rival's words.

Death.

Terror.

Cry.

Fear.

All the negative effects that living beings can have, at this moment, have become a source of magic for the Great Lich.

This is a natural disaster!

This is evil!

Moreover, as the teleported Scourge Legion continues to move through the forest, killing and spreading fear in Silvermoon City, Antonidas' power will grow stronger and stronger.

Obviously, this part of the reinforcement is enough to make up for the gap between the Great Lich and him.

What disturbed the Sun King the most was that the Scourge had taken possession of one of the three solar well mana leylines as a source of mana for the portal. As time goes on, the number of undead will only increase on the land of Quel'Thalas!

However, Anastrian was not reconciled!

Having been crowned king for more than 3,000 years, how could he be willing to be a servant of a dead monster that ran out of nowhere?

"Hmph! here—no one can defeat me!" the Sun King roared, and the staff in his hand shone brighter than the sun.

"We're not human!" Antonidas sneered, raising his staff aloft.

"Teach him a lesson!" Arthas stood unmoved, silently with his sword in hand.

A second later, the furious magic that surged out of the elemental realm, enough to change the color of the entire heaven and earth, was shaped into a completely different nature and form, and collided in mid-air.

On the other hand, led by Sylvanas, an elite elven army is rushing forward.

The composition of this force is very complex, including rangers, warriors, spellbreakers, paladins, and many arcane golems originally placed on the front line.

Because the offensive was too fast, many people were stunned to find that they had been left behind by the large army after cleaning up the enemy in front of them.

The wounded were left behind.

Those who can't catch up are left behind.

Those who were trapped were also left behind.

But none of the elves complained, because they were in King Qin, at the cost of their lives, desperately rushing back to save their capital, their homeland.

At this moment, Sylvanas doesn't look like a ranger at all, she is more like a female god of war.

Armed with a longbow, she is always at the forefront of the assault team to show her vigorous heroism to the elves behind her.

The longbow almost never stopped, and the left hand changed to the right hand when it was tired, and the right hand changed to the left hand when it was numb.

Arrows with wind and thunder, each arrow is sure to burst the head of one of the most difficult undead.

Perhaps it was the lich with powerful mana who ignored the opponent's [protective arrow], broke the opponent's mana shield, and forcibly destroyed the opponent's soul with the power of thunder.