Stratholme God

Chapter 388 Elven Elegy (2 more)
God damn it, the straight line between two points is the shortest.

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

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

"Damn it! If I was so powerful in Andorhal Fortress back then, I would be so defensive!" McDonald couldn't help complaining in the system's elite operator group.

[No. 11 sniper] echoed: "That's right! You can fire the map cannon at every turn, what else are you shooting! The Scourge is a mess."

[Chu Jiayun]: "Speaking of which, it was useless at the beginning. Does [Frostmourne] require special requirements for full firepower, such as 1000 million souls?"

McDonnell wasn't sure.

It was just a little bit short, and McDonnell wanted him to start the second hand who had arranged to go to sea early in the morning.

He chose to endure it.

It's like fighting the landlord, if you can't guarantee that you will go from the beginning to the end, there is no reason to lose the king bomb at the beginning, right?
In the picture, as the city wall and the mage's tower blocking the way are torn apart and turned into dust.

The Scourge began to perform a real version of 'throwing the whip and breaking the flow'.

With the order of Lao Taizi, most of the worthless zombies and skeleton soldiers rushed into the river one after another. The terrifying number of tens of thousands cut off the entire river, forcing it to turn and divert.

Undead soldiers frantically poured into the XC area of ​​Silvermoon City.

On the battlefield, armies of the undead and high elves intertwined.Many undead fell under the relentless spell cast by the Elf Faye, but the high elves retreated in succession on the front line.

Whether it's the weak line of soldiers they temporarily organized, or the tall magic puppets, nothing can resist the wave of corpses.

The Scourge was more locusts than locusts, filling the entire XC area in just half an hour.

History has quietly turned a corner here.

Zujin, the troll leader who hated the elves so much, knelt down and saluted Terenas, still kneeling on both knees: "Great Your Majesty Menethil, those damn long ears will not give up protecting the Sunwell. Instead of letting them harass our flank, I would rather lead a side division to completely destroy the entire Silvermoon City."

"Oh?" Lao Taizi was actually displeased.

But Zujin's next sentence moved him: "Besides, Quel'Danas Island cannot accommodate millions of undead to land."

Compared to the undead army stretching to the farthest end of the horizon, a mere Sun Chaser Island is indeed too small.

"I'll give you 100 million skeletons." Terenas turned his head and said, "Beloval, the six of you are going too."

It's really murderous!
Terenas' words were like a sharp dagger piercing into the hearts of several legislators, stirring back and forth non-stop.

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

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

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

When the Mage Tower, which had guarded the city for at least 5000 years, became a traitor of the Scourge, the so-called city defense became empty talk.

It can be seen that occasionally a dozen or so elemental lights streak across the entire battlefield, and immediately you can see the elemental lights pouring out from the magic tower intersecting with the incoming rays of light.

Accompanied by the roar, the elf mage, who had overpowered himself and attacked the magic tower, disappeared on the spot.

Occasionally, the elements that hit the towering magic tower can only outline a hemispherical shield on the edge of the tower.

This is a complete massacre!

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

The troll undead grinned grinningly, venting their anger accumulated over thousands of years.They captured every elf in the undead vision from every corner, dismembered and killed them in the most cruel way.

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

In the case of a corpse that is largely mutilated, unless it is the soul of a high-level mage or above, the soul will probably dissipate quickly and cannot be a high-level undead.

On the high ground of the Sunwell, Kael'thas stared at Silvermoon City, which was engulfed by the dark aura, in a cold sweat.

"Father..."

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

It cannot be said that it was wrong to transfer all the elite troops to Sun Chaser Island.It's just that in Kaizi's view, it all looks like a broken can.

The Scourge has landed on the island.

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

As soon as Kaizi saw the abominations two or three stories high, he knew that victory was hopeless.

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

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

However, what's the use?

The gargoyles teamed up to grab the boulders from the river bank, flew over to the top of the protective shield on the Sunwell Heights, and threw boulders that weighed hundreds of catties or even more than a ton.

The big stones hit the shining light shield piece by piece and turned into dust.

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

The [-] elves stared blankly at the network-shaped arc-shaped mask flickering under the impact of the boulder, as if it would collapse at any time.

Theoretically, the magic power of the Sunwell is unlimited, 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 no longer returns to its original shape immediately after being slightly deformed, but directly collapses.

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

On one side, the elf mage desperately repaired the protective shield.

After persisting for 15 minutes, the Sun King received a report that the magic crystal maintaining the magic circle had cracks.

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

Without the obstructing shield, the golden and red elf soldiers and the terrifying Scourge finally collided fiercely like two waves.

At first, the elves had the upper hand, and the stumps of the undead rained down endlessly. Later, everyone became numb, as if what they killed were not ferocious undead monsters, but a bunch of wooden people.

Each elf is roaring, swiping a weapon to slay enemies, or unleashing its wrath with a staff.

However, there are too many undead.They are crowded together, filling up all the space in front of the Sunwell Highlands, and even stacked on top of each other, pushing their companions to the ground and crawling over by themselves.

(End of this chapter)