Crossing the Other World: My Warcraft System

Following Arthas's order, the Scourge's siege weapons were pushed up, dozens of meat grinders moved forward side by side, and then a large amount of black "ammunition" was thrown out.

These projectiles were thrown and hit the city wall, followed by a sticky impact sound.

Some objects flew up, and when Sylvanas looked closely, they were actually fragments of a corpse.

The Scourge is using corpses as ammunition!

"What an evil army!"

The Ranger General felt sick and tried to swallow the bile that was rushing up her throat. She was secretly glad that the wind had changed direction at this moment and was blowing the stench away from her...

Sylvanas and Alleria looked at each other and nodded. After both sides understood each other, they quickly walked behind the parapet and pulled out a special feather arrow from the quiver behind their backs and put it on the bowstring!

In the blink of an eye, two sharp arrows flew out one after the other. Alleria's arrow was slightly thicker and flashed with blue arcane light. The arrow flew at a rapid speed, and the sound of tearing the air echoed throughout the valley.

Sylvanas' arrow was small and delicate, and completely black. Except for the tip of the arrow flashing a cold light, it was hidden behind Alleria's arrow silently.

Their target was the human prince, or rather, the former human being, standing in front of the undead.

The Windrunner sisters were very confident, their arrows never missed their target. During the War of the Ancients, with the tacit cooperation of the sisters, countless demon lords of the Burning Legion died in their hands, making a huge name for themselves.

The arrow whistled with a deadly piercing sound as it headed for Arthas's unhelmeted head.

But at the moment the arrowhead pierced the skull, Arthas swung the rune sword in his hand at such a speed that the Windrunner sisters in the distance could only see a blue light.

That was the blue and white light shining from the runes on the sword Frostmourne!

Alleria's feather arrow was cut into two pieces, and the arrow head changed direction and flew out, hitting the head of a necromancer next to Arthas!

Bang!

Brains were splattering all over the sky. Arthas blinked his eyes and was about to laugh at Windrunner for his undeserved reputation, but he felt a sudden palpitation in his heart!

Death threat!

Arthas dodged immediately, the black arrow flew past his head, and the accompanying strong wind cut his cheek!

"snort! "

"Damn elves, you have angered me. You have no idea what kind of existence you are facing!"

Arthas was somewhat annoyed.

Sylvanas narrowed her blue eyes and challenged him: "Then use all your skills."

Arthas waved Frostmourne again: "Attack! Intensify the offensive! My soldiers, kill them all and let them serve me and my master as well!"

Those huge numbers of skeleton soldiers and the terrifying abominable stitched monsters seemed to be inspired and sped up their rush towards the high elves' city walls.

Not only that, behind Arthas, the gargoyle rose into the air and flew over, flapping its wings!

"Quick! Send a signal to get the Dragonhawk Knights out!"

Behind the gate of Sarath is the fortress of Deatholme, where a group of dragonhawk knights are stationed. After receiving the order to dispatch troops, they immediately took off and flew towards the gateway of the kingdom.

Dragon eagles were flying, gargoyles were circling, and the valley below was full of blood and flesh. Soon, the rangers' attack frequency decreased.

The explosive arrows dealt tons of damage to the zombies, and they were still stumbling forward, but most of their dried bodies had been ignited, and it was only a matter of time before they were burned to ashes.

Some other stitched monsters, because their bodies are soaked in rotten juice and their skin is thick, they are not afraid of the small explosives on the elves' arrows at all.

The overwhelming numbers of the Undead army made the battle very difficult from the very beginning. Their corpses had even piled up to the height of a city wall!

More undead gradually climbed up the cliffs on both sides of the city gate, and Sylvanas had to assign some rangers to continue attacking at the top of the cliff.

When the first undead climbed onto the city wall, the rangers had to give up their bows and arrows and draw the short blades at their waists to start close combat.

The high elves began to suffer casualties. When the first fallen ranger of the high elves was awakened by Arthas' dark magic, Sylvanas knew that the gate of Thalas could not be defended!

"Shindu fallah na! Retreat! Retreat!"

"Retreat to the Sun Temple! Quick!"

Sylvanas, who originally wanted to hold out until dark, had to issue the order to retreat.

The corpses of the undead were soon piled up to the same level as the city wall. These corpses formed a gentle slope for the undead to climb better. Although the rangers were well-trained and good at close combat, they were easily besieged and killed due to their lack of numbers.

Who said skeleton soldiers can’t kill people?

They work day and night and never get tired, while the rangers have flesh and blood and can bleed, and they can be exhausted to death.

Garin led more than 5,000 of his high-level soldiers and rushed across the land of the Singing Forest.

Two thousand paladins were distributed among a team of more than five thousand people, providing them with a crusader aura.

Even though they were on a forced march, the more than 5,000 men were still in neat uniform. Perhaps because the commander was in a bad mood, their expressions were quite cold and solemn.

Kael'thas followed closely behind with Liadrin and her Knights of the Dawn.

"Your Highness, you really don't want to get treatment?" Liadrin asked with a worried look on her face.

"No need..." Kael'thas looked depressed.

He touched his left cheek, and there was a big swelling on his handsome cheek.

This was caused by a friendly punch from Garin. Garin was also very angry at the time. He didn't care whether the man was a high elf prince or not, he just beat him first.

At that moment, Jialin clearly demonstrated the importance of brothers and daughter-in-law.

Those are two daughters-in-law!

two!

If Garen had not known that Sylvanas and Alleria had a lot of life-saving items given by him, Silvermoon City would have fallen into the wrath of the Lord of the Crusade even without Arthas taking action.

It was already a sign of restraint on Garin's part that he didn't use the teleportation support recklessly here.

"But, Your Highness, your face is badly injured." Liadrin said in a low voice.

The Countess acted a little reserved at this moment. As everyone knew, Prince Garin and Prince Kael'thas had a very good relationship. Now there was a conflict between the two. One was the prince she was loyal to, and the other was her paladin mentor. Li Yajun was in a dilemma and didn't know how to persuade them.

"It's okay, just a minor injury."

It's not a minor injury, his face is so deformed that Liadrin can't recognize him...

In fact, the southward movement of Sylvanas and the Farstriders was not his business. It was the 200,000 nobles stranded in the Woods of Song who, just in case, used their family connections to ask the Silvermoon Council to issue an order for the Farstriders to guard the gates of Sarath.

The Ranger General is the commander-in-chief of Quel'Thala's border defenses. This order from the Silvermoon Council is reasonable. We can't say that our Sunstrider Court has already prepared to retreat to Silvermoon City and kill all of you, the Silvermoon Council.

Besides, the Sun King had already issued a document to terminate the Silver Moon Council's order, but the Windrunner sisters got there first and didn't receive it...

Kael'thas felt that he was unjustly hit by this punch!

Keep it. When Jialin calms down and knows the truth, I will show up in front of him with this injury!

I don't believe you don't feel guilty!

Kael'thas thought so!