Traveling through World of Warcraft

When Arthas led the Scourge into Eversong Forest, they were attacked by countless blood elves. The blood elves used powerful bow skills, and countless arrows shot at the Scourge like a rainstorm. These arrows were accurately aimed at the Scourge soldiers, causing great damage to them.

The Scourge fought back, using their magic and weapons against the blood elves. For a moment, the entire forest was filled with shouts of death and the sound of weapons clashing. The blood elves' attack was so fierce that the Scourge was suppressed for a time. However, Arthas was too powerful. His strength and magic allowed him to easily withstand the attacks of the blood elves, and he could also use Frostmourne to release powerful energy, causing great damage to the blood elves.

Despite the blood elves' fierce resistance, Arthas and his Scourge were ultimately unable to be stopped. This battle left a dark trace of death in Yonge Forest.

Sylvanas and her ranger forces use the forest's terrain to conduct guerrilla warfare in an attempt to stop the undead invasion.

Sylvanas showed superb combat skills, and her arrows accurately hit many undead soldiers. However, Arthas' power exceeded her expectations. He wielded Frostmourne, knocking down Sylvanas' comrades one by one.

The high elves stood at both ends of the bridge, nervously watching the approaching enemy troops. Their faces were pale, and their eyes revealed determination and sadness. They know that this bridge is a key way for the enemy to enter their homeland. As long as the bridge is blown up, they can buy more time for their homeland to prepare defenses.

Sylvanas looked at his soldiers silently, then took a deep breath and gave the final order: "Get ready, blow up the bridge!" The soldiers nodded silently and began to install explosives.

As the enemy got closer and closer, Sylvanas raised the torch in his hand, his eyes firm and determined. He knew in his heart that this explosion would completely change their destiny, but for the sake of their homeland and loved ones, they had no choice.

"Light the fire!" Sylvanas's voice rang out in the silence, and the soldiers lit the fuse. The explosives under the bridge made a dull explosion, and the huge shock wave destroyed the bridge instantly, sending debris and dust flying all over the sky.

Seeing that the enemy was blocked by the broken bridge and unable to move forward, the Elf Ranger felt a glimmer of hope in his heart. They know that the bombing of the bridge buys them precious time, but they also understand that this war has just begun and they must continue to defend their homeland resolutely.

As the enemy troops scrambled and retreated, the high elves silently left the Broken Bridge. There is perseverance and determination on their faces. They know that this war will continue, but they have shown courage and determination. They will never back down for their homeland.

Sylvanas fell to the ground, her breathing weak, and her body gradually became cold. Arthas stood beside her, Frostmourne in his hand shining with a cold light.

He looked down at Sylvanas, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes. Although she was his enemy, he admired her for her courage and fortitude. However, his mission is unshakable, he must move forward and destroy all forces that resist him.

Arthas raised Frostmourne, preparing to deliver the final blow to Sylvanas. But at that moment, he hesitated. He thought of how she had once been a high elf ranger-general, fighting to protect her homeland.

A crazy idea sprouted in his mind. He decided to transform Sylvanas into an immortal banshee and make her his loyal follower. In this way, she will never be able to return to her homeland or continue to be his enemy.

Arthas concentrated his energy and injected the power of Frostmourne into Sylvanas. Her body began to change, her skin became pale and her eyes glowed blue. Her life force is frozen on the verge of death, but she is not completely dead.

When the transformation was complete, Sylvanas opened her eyes. There was no resistance and hatred in her eyes anymore, replaced by an empty confusion. She became an immortal succubus, forever bound to Arthas' control.

Arthas looked at her and nodded with satisfaction. He knew that Sylvanas would become one of his most powerful weapons. Her combat skills and leadership will give his army a huge advantage.

Sylvanas stood up, her body exuding a cold aura. She followed Alsace silently and became his loyal follower. Although she still retains a trace of herself in her heart, she can no longer resist Alsace's control.

Alsace stood at the end of the broken bridge, staring at the raging river in front of him with a cold face. There was a determination and ruthlessness in his eyes, as if in his heart, the lives of these undead were just tools to achieve his goals.

He raised Frostmourne in his hand, and the sword shone with a cold light, as if echoing his will. Alsace ordered loudly, his voice cold and firm:

"Undead, obey my orders! Use your bodies to pave the way to victory for us!"

The undead didn't hesitate at all. They jumped into the river obediently, one after another, like a silent army. Their bodies sank into the water, but did not disappear. Instead, their bones and flesh began to fuse, connecting to each other, gradually forming a strong bridge.

The bridge is made of undead bodies, a mixture of bones and carrion that exudes a sickening stench. However, for Alsace and his army, this was their passage forward and the only way to victory.

The undead suffered in silence, their souls already controlled by Frostmourne and unable to resist Arthas' will. They carried out his orders in a selfless way, using their bodies to pave the way for him.

As time went by, the Bridge of the Dead grew longer and longer, stretching all the way to the other side. Arthas and his army stepped onto the bridge without hesitation, their footsteps echoing across the undead bodies as if in mockery of their sacrifice.

When the last undead jumped into the river, the bridge was finally completed. Arthas stood at the end of the bridge, looking back at the undead who had fought for him. There was no mercy in his heart, only the desire to win.

He turned forward, leading his army onward. The Bridge of the Dead trembled beneath their feet, but it did not collapse, holding their weight firmly.

This was a cold and cruel action. Arthas used the lives of the undead to pave the way to victory for himself. And those undead can only become a stepping stone for his ambition in silence.