Crossing the Other World: My Warcraft System

The Sun King stood on the wall of Silvermoon City, looking at the undead army gathering outside the city, his eyes cold.

The speech this morning was very successful, at least that's what Anasterian thought. The people of the High Elves still have blood in their hearts, but they are numbed by the luxurious life and useless sense of superiority in their daily lives.

No matter how corrupt a country is, there will always be someone who stands up and arouses the people's passion.

A large number of adult men chose to take up swords and magic wands to protect their homes.

In addition to the children being sent to the island of Quel'Danas in the north, the old and weak high elves and elves also chose to stay and transport logistical supplies for their children, sons, fathers, and husbands.

Thinking of this, a glimmer of hope flashed in the Sun King's cold eyes.

In fact, compared with his people, the Sun King is more proud and arrogant. He even once despised Garin, the Son of Prophecy, whom he now relies on.

That's right, when Kael'thas came back with two teleportation scrolls purchased for 100,000 gold coins, he felt that Garin was a reckless man who didn't know the value of the teleportation scrolls that could ignore the blockade of the barrier.

It was not until Gandalf became famous that he realized that the clown was himself, and he did not even have the discerning eye for talent like his own son.

Fortunately, I realized it not too late and there is still a chance to save the situation.

At this time, a gray-haired high elf appeared behind the Sun King.

"Your Majesty, this is really too risky!"

The Sun King looked back and saw that the person coming was the Speaker of the Silver Moon Council, Grand Mage Belovar.

The Sun King took a deep look at the great mage who had remained neutral all his life, and said meaningfully: "Old friend, this is the best solution I can think of. It may be too risky, but I succeeded, didn't I?"

The Sun King knew that the truth of last night could not be hidden from this old friend. The two were people of the same era and had lived together for thousands of years. He knew too well that this great magician was not as simple as the good guy he seemed.

But what happened last night was settled this morning. Those members of the Silvermoon Council who actually betrayed and fled have been convicted of treason, and the remaining council members, regardless of whether they had problems or not, have all been summoned by the Sun King to defend the most dangerous city wall of Silvermoon City.

As descendants of the founding family, these old guys have enjoyed power for so long. Today it is time for them to make contributions to protecting Silvermoon City.

Belovar frowned. "What about the gatekeeper barrier of Silvermoon City? Your Majesty, you should know that without the protection of the barrier, we can't defend Silvermoon City with the city walls alone. I checked the three magic temples, and only the March Key was destroyed. As long as we need a suitable replacement, the magic barrier can still operate!"

"I have arranged people to do it, Belovar, let us guard the city walls." The Sun King interrupted the Grand Mage.

"Who is it?" Beloval was a little worried.

"Rossman." The Sun King was a little impatient.

Rosman is Belovar's disciple, but compared to the neutral Grand Mage, this disciple of his is a pure member of the royal party.

"Then I feel relieved," Beloval finally let go of his anxious heart. As long as the magic barrier can be restored, there is still hope for Silvermoon City.

The great magician's eyes became firm and he held the staff tightly in his hand.

The Sun King felt a little guilty when he saw his old friend getting into the mood.

In fact, Belo'val only saw Anasterian's first-level plan, which was to clean out the corrupt members of the Silver Moon Council.

Little did they know that the Sun King had a deeper intention, which was to completely make the Silvermoon Council a thing of the past and leave Kael'thas with a clearer ruling environment.

The Sun King had had enough. After being enlightened by Thranduil, he was now extremely clear-headed, more clear-headed than ever before.

The High Elves created a glorious kingdom with a population of less than one million. However, in the thousands of years since the death of King Dath'Remar, they did not make any progress but were instead keen on infighting. There were royal factions and parliamentary factions, all just fighting for the sake of fighting. In the end, no bill that would benefit the country or the people could be put forward!

Let this be over, I will correct this one mistake.

"I'm sorry, old friend. You will all die with me in battle. But don't worry, I have asked Thranduil to notify the Spirit Hall's messenger in advance. The next time we meet, perhaps we can still be comrades-in-arms..."

The Sun King finally suppressed the distracting thoughts in his mind and focused on observing the army formation of the Undead Scourge.

many!

a lot of!

It was boundless, and the entire outer area of ​​the city wall was filled with undead.

"Sacrifice is inevitable, but only with the blood of sacrifice can the High Elf Kingdom be rebuilt!"

This was the final plan of the stubborn Anasterian.

Thranduil thought about stopping it, but he hoped to see the kingdom he once founded rise again. Even if the road was full of hardships, it was more valuable than being a group of vases under the protection of the Crusaders!

Soon, under the watchful eyes of tens of thousands of high elves on the city walls, Arthas rode on Invincible to the front line.

"Can the magic cannon attack the undead commander?" asked the Sun King.

"No, Your Majesty. The commander is just outside the maximum range of the magic cannon." Bei Luoval is one of the researchers of the magic cannon. He answered this question on behalf of the city defense general.

"Then prepare to fight to the bitter end."

After the Sun King said this, the magic cannon entered the energy storage mode. Although it lost the barrier and became ineffective, the underground transport of the magic network was still running, and the magic cannon could continuously use the magic power of the Sunwell.

Arthas surveyed the walls of Silvermoon City.

tall!

gorgeous!

luxury!

Useless decoration!

This is the capital of the high elves.

The magic barrier was not activated. Arthas was very satisfied with the effect of Salein. Although most of it was damaged, at least the turtle shell was gone.

Soon, at Arthas's signal, the acolytes commanded the abominations to push the meat grinder up.

In fact, Arthas wanted to wait until dark. The undead do not need light, but it will have an impact on the high elves.

But Tichondrius had been urging him for several days, and the Lich King had also conveyed the urgency.

So Alsace ordered the entire army to attack.