Stormwind God

Or maybe a death knight with superb martial arts and good at repairing his broken body with dark magic. The swift arrows like meteors can always find the key to the death knight who is advancing at high speed.

Then there are the little lords of cave demons. Those who once spiders, even if they hid under the ground, would be smashed and crushed by the huge Thunder Power unless they hid deeply.

Sylvanas, like a banner, inspired all the elves.

There are many elves left behind. Similarly, there are also elves who are trapped in various places and cannot break through. They have not hesitated to follow Sylvanas.

North!

North!

All the way north!

Destroy those dirty undead and demons!

Keep killing, keep killing! Kill until Silvermoon City until you see their relatives and their king!

The splendid and great platinum and white city gate of Silvermoon City is missing!

There are rubble everywhere!

Blood is everywhere!

All eyes are death!

However, this is not important, and their belief in defending the country is supporting them.

Ranger hero Sylvanas, returning from far south, is leading them.

With the increase of undead in front of the team, the advancement of the team becomes slower and slower. At the same time, the elves behind them catch up, plus those elves who run from the east and west of the city to support them. Getting bigger and bigger.

Quantitative changes eventually caused qualitative changes. When the number of teams exceeded 10,000, the undead army that was standing near the gates of Silvermoon finally couldn't carry it.

"Rush"

"For Quiltore!"

"For Quel'Thalas!"

With a thunderous sound, Prince Kael'thas, who was visiting the eastern part of the kingdom, arrived. He used an eighteenth company's [Pyroblast] to blast out a channel of destruction among the undead in one breath, and was drawn by the prince with the element of fire Going, completely opened the passage to the royal palace.

However, the next scene made the Elves of King Qinjun even more palpitated.

After breaking through the undead army near the gate, no survivors or corpses were actually visible along the way.

This gave each elf an ominous premonition.

No one said, everyone was still under the leadership of Sylvanas and Kael'thas, and they tried their best to rush towards the court of the Sun.

Red columns.

Golden spire.

Snowy ground.

The dazzling royal palace is as clean, simple and beautiful as yesterday.

Compared with the ruins full of collapsed buildings outside, it is a difference between **** and heaven.

At first, Kael'thas wanted to breathe a sigh of relief, but Sylvanas was blocked when he wanted to step on the stairs of the palace.

"Where is the royal guard !?" Sylvanas reminded Kael'thas to strike a spirit.

Correct!

That's right!

In the past, on each step outside Wang Ting, there were two guards of the Wang Family who were holding the nearly oval red shield and the double-edged sword.

Now, none of the guards saw it.

Is it ...

The anxiety in my heart quickly spread in the hearts of every elves.

Just as Kael'thas couldn't help it, and was about to take his men to rush in, Wang Ting's door suddenly opened.

There was no light among the huge door knockers.

Because the sky is covered by the undead canopy, and the entire city is filled with a faint ice fog, no matter how good the vision of the Rangers, they ca n’t see the situation in the court of the king. Figure is walking out of Wang Ting.

For thousands of years, that silhouette, that dress, it is impossible to admit it!

"Father King !?" Kael'thas was surprised to break Sylvanas's block and rushed forward, running up to the full seven-step ladder in one breath.

The next moment, the prince was as stiff as if he had hit the petrified curse.

The prince is right!

Appearing at the main entrance of the king's court, it was the King of Quel'Thalas, His Majesty Anastrian * Sunstrider!

This is the Sun King who appears in front of King Qin as an undead.

Originally an advanced elf with a life span of thousands of years, Anastrian was already very old, with unmaskable old spots and a lot of wrinkles, thin arms and fingers, and a somewhat hump-shaped body.

At this moment, in addition to the humpbacked body standing up again, it is the color of his dead gray skin, and the pair of cyan pupils with dim light.

"No ... impossible! With the strength of his father, how could it be so easy ..." Kael'thas' voice shuddered, and his left hand was shaking like a sieve.

Everyone knows that when the living person is killed by the Scourge, they will become evil and become undead.

However, Kael'thas couldn't believe it. The father who had the mana and veins of the Sunwell as the backing would be so easily killed and transformed into a Lich!

It wasn't just Kael'thas who was horrified. In the former square of Wang Ting, every elf who saw this scene was shocked. At this moment, the ability to think was completely lost, and every elf walking dead looked at the king who had stepped into the realm of the undead with a blank look.

Three thousand years!

Anastrian has ruled the High Elf Kingdom for 3,000 years!

For humans in the Azeroth world whose average life expectancy is only about thirty years old, it has been a hundred lifetimes.

This time is so long, the fact that ‘Anastrian is King’ is almost the deepest thing imprinted on the soul of every elven.

This seems to be the most important part of the world!

However, not only did their king die. Also turned into an undead! ?

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

Prince Kael'thas's mouth wriggled for a long time before extruding such a sentence: "Father King ... why !? Did you lose?"

"Lost !?" Anastrian's facial muscles maintained the so-called vitality by purely dark power. At this moment he showed an angry expression: "Lost !? I didn't lose to Antonida That bastard! I lost to myself! Lost to the years! Lost to this old body! If it was not old, I could endlessly adjust the power of the Sunwell in a great deal and destroy any invader! How could I Was overwhelmed by the grief of Frost? "

Conquer! ?

At the moment when the words of the Sun King fell, every knowledgeable elf in the square made up such a picture that the Sun King resisted and struggled. If he is a thousand years young and a sun-magic mage, he can of course ignore the bottleneck and arbitrarily use the magic of the sun well to destroy all enemies who come.

Unfortunately, he is too old.

Both the total amount of mana and the magic power output per unit time have fallen very badly.

So he lost!

But this is not the end of everything!