Stratholme God

   Chapter 388 Elf Elegy (2 more)

  God the shortest straight line between two **** points.

  When there are no messy fortresses and giant pits, the Scourge is really scary.

   Using the perspective of the player who turned into an elf, although McDonald didn't hear how full of Lao Taizi was, when he saw [Frostmourne] turned into a light cannon, he was messed up on the spot.

   "Damn it! If I had been so powerful in the Andorhal Fortress, I would have been a fart!" McDonald couldn't help complaining in the system's elite group of operators.

  [Sniper No. 11] echoed: "Yes! You can fire map guns at any time, what else are you shooting! The Scourge Legion is all muddy."

  【Chu Jiayun】: "Speaking of which, it was useless at the beginning, is it because [Frostmourne] needs special requirements for full firepower, such as 10 million souls and the like."

   McDonald's wasn't sure.

   was just a little bit short, and McDonald wanted to start the backhand he had arranged to go to sea early.

   He chose to forbear.

   This is like fighting the landlord. If you can't ensure that you can continue from the beginning to the end, there is no reason to lose the king in the first place, right?

  In the picture, the city walls and the mage tower that blocked the road were torn apart and turned into dust.

  The Scourge has begun to perform the real version of "Throw the Whip".

   Lao Taizi gave an order, and most of the worthless zombies and skeleton soldiers rushed into the river one after another, and the terrifying number in units of ten thousand cut off the entire river, forcing it to turn and divert.

  The undead soldiers all over the mountains and plains swarmed into the XC area of ​​Silvermoon City.

   On the battlefield, the armies of the undead and the high elves intersected with each other. Under the reckless casting of the elf master, many undead fell, but the high elves on the front line were defeated and retreated.

  Whether it's the weak line of troops they temporarily organized, or the tall magic puppet, nothing can resist the endless waves of corpses.

   Scourges are more locusts than locusts, filling the entire XC area in just half an hour.

  History has quietly turned a corner here.

The troll leader Zujin, who hated elves so much, knelt down to salute Terenas, still kneeling on his knees: "Your Majesty Menethil, those hateful long ears will not give up protecting the Sunwell. Instead of letting them harass our flanks, I'd better lead a side division and completely destroy the entire Silvermoon City."

   "Oh?" Lao Taizi was actually displeased.

   But Zukin's next sentence moved him: "Besides, Quel'Danas cannot accommodate millions of undead landings."

   Compared to the undead army that stretched to the farthest end of the horizon, a mere sundial island is indeed too small.

   "Give you a million skeletons." Terenas turned his head: "Berovar, the six of you go too."

  Really* murderous!

   Terenas's words were like a sharp dagger piercing the hearts of several legislators, stirring back and forth.

   Their strong self-esteem does not allow them to bow to a human being, even if it is the king who rules their souls, but they cannot resist the spiritual **** of the Lich King.

   After being in a trance for a while, the six members of the Silver Moon all bowed and agreed.

   "Haha! Hahahaha! Despicable long ears, you have today too!"

  When the Mage Tower, which has guarded the city for at least five thousand years, became a traitor of the Scourge, the so-called city defense became an empty phrase.

   It can be seen that occasionally there are a dozen or so elemental auras across the entire battlefield, and you can immediately see the elemental aura pouring out from the magic tower and the incoming light intersecting each other.

   Accompanied by a roar, the elf mage who attacked the magic tower beyond his capacity evaporated on the spot.

   Occasionally hit the element of the towering magic tower, and the turbulent flow of the element can only outline a hemispherical shield outline on the edge of the tower.

   It was a total carnage!

  The magic tower turned against the water, changing from a guardian to a perpetrator, causing any resistance to be quickly overwhelmed.

The    troll undead grinned, venting their anger accumulated over thousands of years. They caught every elf in the undead vision from every corner, dismembered and killed them with the cruelest means.

   They didn't even want to give these long ears a chance to serve the Scourge with them.

When the    corpse is greatly damaged, unless it is the soul of a high-level mage or above, the soul will most likely dissipate quickly, and it will not be able to become a high-level undead.

   On the Sunwell Heights, Kael'thas looked at Silvermoon City, which was engulfed by the dark breath in the distance, in cold sweat.

   "Father..."

   "What are you afraid of, I already knew that those traitors would betray Silvermoon City." Anastrian said angrily: "As long as the Sunwell can be defended, Quel'dorei will have a chance to rise again!"

   It's not a mistake to transfer all the elite troops to Sunstrike Island. It's just that in Kaizi's view, this is like a broken jar.

  The Scourge has landed on the island.

  The giant magic puppets four or five stories high are at the forefront.

   As soon as Kaizi saw the two or three storeys of hatred appearing densely, he knew that victory was hopeless.

  The so-called defense is just the last restraint of the high elves.

   "Long live Quel'dorei!" The prince took the lead in shouting vague slogans, boosting the only morale of the soldiers.

   However, what's the use?

  The gargoyles teamed up to grab big rocks from the river bank, flew over to the top of the shield in Sunwell Heights, and threw hundreds of pounds or even more than a ton of boulders recklessly.

  The big stones hit the shining mask one by one and turned into dust.

   is not only the throwing of gargoyles, but also countless trebuchets throwing boulders.

  The 30,000 elf soldiers stared blankly at the network-shaped arc mask that flickered under the impact of the boulder, as if it would collapse at any time.

  Theoretically, the magic power of the sunwell is infinite, but the problem is that the output power of the magic shield has an upper limit.

  When it bears an unbearable weight, the protective cover is no longer slightly deformed and immediately restored to its original state, but directly collapsed.

   On one side, the Scourge assembles all physical long-range attacks and consumes the shield endlessly.

On the    side, the wizard mage is desperately trying to repair the protective shield.

After    persisted for fifteen minutes, the Sun King received a report that a crack appeared in the magic crystal that maintained the circle.

   "Open the shield! Fight to the death!" The Sun King's voice trembled, but his face was full of martyr fanaticism.

  Without the protective shield, the elf soldiers with gold and red as the main tone finally collided with the terrifying Scourge like two waves.

   At first, the elf soldiers had the upper hand, and the stumps of the undead fell like rain. Later, everyone couldn't help but feel a little numb, as if it was not a hideous undead monster, but a bunch of wooden people.

  Each elf is roaring, slashing enemies with a swing of weapons, or unleashing its rage with a staff.

   But there are too many undead. They crowded into each other, filling up all the space in front of Sunwell Heights, and even layered on top of each other, pressing their companions to the ground and crawling over by themselves.

   (end of this chapter)