Crossing the Other World: My Warcraft System

In Silvermoon City, the undead that had entered the city earlier and were preparing for a massacre were strangled to death by the army that suddenly appeared.

This army was wearing the red armor of the High Elves and visor-covered helmets. Their faces could not be seen clearly, only a pair of sharp eyes were visible.

"For Kael'thas!"

"For Sunstrider!"

Every time they shouted, it meant that an undead soul was beheaded. The high elves who were originally in despair finally breathed a sigh of relief. They no longer had to die.

However, they knew nothing about this mysterious army. They could only guess from its slogans that this was an army loyal to the Sun Chaser family, or perhaps it was the hidden power of the royal family!

Regardless of the truth, after today, the prestige of the Sun Chaser family will once again resound in the hearts of the High Elves, and once again become a banner that unites people just as it did six thousand years ago.

The broken city wall.

Bang!

Arthas was knocked away again.

"Who are you! There can't be someone so strong in the High Elf Kingdom!"

Arthas struggled to stand up, feeling horrified!

If the Sun King's combat power was five thousand just now, then the guy in front of him must be at least ten thousand!

"I'm his grandfather!"

"Bullshit grandpa, the first Sun King has been dead for thousands of years, his bones should have turned to ashes, and even Frostmourne can't pull him up!" Arthas said arrogantly.

"rude!"

A golden light flashed, and Arthas was knocked away by the Quel'dorei golden staff again, leaving a blood mark on his face like the mark of a phoenix.

A group of death knights tried to rescue Arthas, but were all beheaded by Thranduil.

A will descended, quickly controlling Frostmourne to collect the souls of the group of death knights.

"Get out of here!"

Ner'zhul gave his orders directly to Arthas.

"The time is too short. Your body has not yet been strengthened to the extreme by the power of death. It cannot withstand too much of my power. You are no match for him at the moment!"

"Humph!"

Arthas snorted in displeasure: "One day I will kill you and turn you into my slave!"

"Oh?"

Thranduil raised his eyelids.

"I'm waiting for you!"

Seeing that he had no intention of stopping him, Arthas jumped down from the city wall and landed on the back of a fleeing giant beetle, and left before Kael'thas' army reached the city wall.

At the end of the High Elf Legion, Garin followed the Farstrider Legion into the Silvermoon City Wall.

As luck would have it, a blue magic barrier reappeared, covering the entire city.

"Oh!"

"The barrier is repaired!"

"We made it!"

"Long live Quel'Thalas!"

"Long live the Sun Chaser!"

The remaining defenders and residents in the city shouted wildly, enjoying the excitement of surviving the disaster!

Compared to the city, the city walls were gloomy and depressing.

"Father!"

Kael'thas came to the Sun King, who was already dying at this time. He held on to his last breath and waited for his son to arrive.

Liadrin attempted to heal the Sun King's wounds, but he prevented her from doing so.

"Kael, I will leave eventually, and Quel'Thala will be handed over to you. That person is Prince Thranduil, who is also a descendant of the Sunstrider family. He will assist you in how to govern our people!"

"No! Father! I'll ask Garin to treat you. You'll be fine!"

Kael'thas looked anxious and tried to leave but his father held his hand tightly.

"No! I have ruled Quel'Thalas for three thousand years, but the kingdom has decayed. Now he is like a phoenix, reborn from the ashes. Kael, the future belongs to you young people."

After saying this, the Sun King closed his eyes.

The stubborn Sun King took away the corrupt Silvermoon City in his own way, and ended his own rule, leaving behind a group of reawakened people for his son.

When Garin climbed up the city wall, he saw his heroic spirit rising into the sky and being collected by the Altar of Kings.

"My condolences, Kyle."

Garin did not offer much comfort. The Sun King's death was his own choice. Just like a certain village chief, he wanted to use his death to awaken the people who were addicted to peace.

Besides, the Sun King only died physically, but his spirit is still there.

Just as Kael'thas finished his persuasion and gathered himself to surround the people, the spirit of the Sun King suddenly appeared and said, "My son, I am dead, but I am not disappearing with you. Are you surprised or shocked?"

Are you making a fuss? Are you going for a funny style?

"Silvermoon City needs you, and your people need you!"

"That's right, Galen. I understand. The people of Quel'Thalas need me!"

Kael'thas suppressed his sadness and began to arrange several legions to clean up the remaining undead in the city. After all, the Scarlet Flame Legion only wiped out most of them, and a small part was scattered throughout the city, which the high elves had to solve on their own.

Garin has done all he can to help. Silvermoon City's magic barrier has been restored. With the current combat power of the Undead Scourge, they are simply unable to break the turtle shell powered by the Sunwell.

In addition, the fleets of Kul Tiras and Stromgarde have already headed north, and the armies of Stormwind and the dwarves have also landed in Southshore, so there is not much time left for the Scourge.

Unless at this moment, the Lich King drives his secret weapon, the Scourge floating city, from the Icecrown Glacier to the island of Quel'Danas.

Garen was eager for him to do so. Tens of thousands of griffin knights under his command had been eager for a long time. If any floating city dared to appear in Garen's sight, those floating cities that cost the Lich King a lot of time and energy and used a lot of precious materials from Northrend to build would belong to Trollbane!

The Scourge was indeed in a dilemma, just as Garen had imagined.

The Scourge detachment that attacked Gilneas in the south was defeated by the werewolves. The commander of this army, Les Frostwhisper, who came from Stromgarde, relied on his familiarity with the Hillsbrad area to continue his gravedigging business, and at one point restored the number of this detachment to 200,000.

Then he thought of his hometown, Arathi Highlands, and the Kingdom of Stromgarde, whose population had exploded in the past decade. So, in order to get more troops to please the Lich King, he chose to attack his original country and marched directly eastward!

result……

Ner'zhul's vision of the Hillsbrad region went dark within a few hours...

"Damn it!"

The Lich King's angry roar came to Arthas' ears!

"What happened? Great Master!"

Arthas inquired.

"No, it's nothing!"

The Lich King was unwilling to tell his strongest Death Knight about the defeat in the south as he also wanted to save his face.

"We need to get out of the North."