Rise of the blood elves

The center of the battle between the two armies gradually moved away. The Lordaeron soldiers approached the position outside Dalaran that had been enclosed by the barrier. Under the cover of the elite troops of various tribes, the line became more and more stable.

Alsace led his main force and marched thousands of kilometers day and night for this battle.Although they failed to annihilate all the remnants of Lordaeron before they entered the city, it can be said that the goal was basically achieved.

The coalition forces paid an extremely heavy price to successfully escape from the battle. The remnant army of Lordaeron became a veritable "remnant" army, leaving corpses all along the way.

Although tens of thousands of undead were wiped out by a large number of mages, which was also uncomfortable, the last thing the Scourge Legion was afraid of was attrition.

Those fresh corpses are Alsace's source of troops.

Psychics will inject necromantic energy into well-preserved corpses to create elite soldiers whose strength is comparable to those in life.The worse ones can also be forcibly resurrected, giving birth to fangs and claws, and become the backbone of the Scourge's ghouls.No matter what happens, you can always remove some tendons and bones from the broken limbs and use them as reserve "parts" for the suture monster.

In short, as long as it is a corpse, it will always be put to good use in the Scourge Legion.Under this ebb and flow, the enemy will become weaker and weaker, and the Scourge Legion will become stronger and stronger.Fear will also spread to the hearts of every idiot who dares to block the way forward of the Scourge Legion. When they see their comrades who were still fighting together yesterday, but today they are dragging their rotting bodies and waving their claws covered with abscesses, No one feels better.

Kael'thas' right hand in his sleeve trembled slightly, his eyes fixed on Alsace not far away.The rancid resurrectors swarmed past with salivation at the corners of their mouths, and the unconscious grunts from their mouths turned into strange sounds of "chirping" due to the obstruction of the pus.Just like a naughty child blowing bubbles in a water glass with a hollow reed stick.

Kael'thas has strayed far away from all his allies and is surrounded by the undead. It's time to leave.

His purpose was achieved.

This battle could not be said to be very exciting, it was even just a battle where each other was on high alert to test each other, allowing him to roughly understand Alsace's strength.

Yes, Alsace is really strong.A rare top player who has become a legend at this age.It can even hurt a magic master like Kael'thas, whether he knows it or not, he is proud enough.

But in Kael'thas' view, his power was completely dependent on the magic blade, and the time he had been in contact with the undead energy was still short, and he had not yet reached the point where he could control it like an arm.Maybe given time, he can grow to a height that is difficult for ordinary people to reach, but for now

Arthas is still the prince of Lordaeron. At least Kael'thas has plenty of opportunities to complete his revenge and the revenge of the Sin'dorei clan.

"The blood of the Quel'dorei will not be in vain. One day, I will make you pay for it with blood. That day is coming soon, Arthas."

Anger was burning in his chest, but Kael'thas' tone was extremely calm.He silently recited the teleportation spell, looked past the fallen prince, and saw the high elf resurrector behind him holding a war bow and moving swiftly through the crowds of undead with a graceful posture. His teeth could not help but clenched a little more.

He had the idea of ​​​​desperately using up the most powerful spell in his life and taking this opportunity to severely damage Arthas.But the duel in the legendary realm is not a matter of time. Every second you stay in the natural disaster army, the more likely you are to fall into the siege of the powerful enemy.

What really frightened him was not Arthas who had not yet grown up, but the lich Kel'Thuzad who used the Sunwell to reshape his body and return to the world of the living.

Kael'thas' body was wrapped in a sudden surge of arcane energy and began to become void.

Alsace noticed his intention, and immediately raised his hand and shot out a huge claw made of pure necromantic energy, intending to repeat the same trick and seal the space around him.

Kael'thas would never be in the same predicament again.The three emerald green balls suspended around him expanded outwards and erupted into a dazzling green light. When the death grip approached, it completely offset the latter's energy.

With a soft "pop" sound, Kael'thas disappeared from the spot.

"Cunning mage."

Alsace snorted coldly. The other party's cunning made him feel like he couldn't do anything.From the beginning of this battle, they fell into the opponent's rhythm.This situation has not happened for a long time since getting Frostmourne.

Mages often deliberately avoid close combat. In extremely fast-paced close combat, they have no time to recite incantations and prepare spells. Most of their abilities are wasted, and they can be said to be at the mercy of others.

But for a master of magic in the legendary realm who has perfected his spell-casting skills, this is completely the opposite.If you are fully prepared, no matter how quick your reaction is, the warrior will only be fooled by them.

Like just now.

Arthas couldn't help but raise Frostmourne and stared at the sharp sword in trance.

"Don't have any doubts, you will soon have power far beyond that elf, and you will eventually become one with Frostmourne. By then, no one will be able to look down on you," said the voice in his mind.

Arthas ignored the Lich King, closed his eyes, extended his perception to the entire fertile plain, and observed the situation on the battlefield through the eyes of a hundred thousand natural disaster soldiers.After discovering that the remnants of Lordaeron had entered the barrier, he issued an order to abandon the pursuit and form a regular formation.

A lich floating above the ground floated over and bowed respectfully to him.

"Is the spell completed?" Arthas asked.

"It's almost there," Kel'Thuzad's voice sounded like the ancient polar ice. "With the help of Tichondrius and other Dreadlords, the progress is very gratifying. Destruction will come soon."

Arthas looked at the Magic City standing proudly dozens of kilometers away and nodded slightly.

"There were heavy casualties."

On the east side of the city, Garithos, who was covered in the rotten blood of the undead, couldn't help but shake his head and answered Antonidas's question.

The position was in chaos, with cries of pain rising one after another, most of them calling for the army doctors.The Silver Hand Paladins had just experienced a big battle, and without any rest, they devoted themselves to the treatment of the wounded.The same goes for church pastors. Teams carrying bandages, ointments and other medical supplies filed out of the east gate.

"The casualties exceeded nine thousand, and we lost nearly one-fifth of our troops." Garithos looked solemn as he spoke and unbuttoned the breastplate. "These damn undead are so fast. It only took a few seconds." In just a few days, they caught up with us.”

The Grand Marshal of Lordaeron looked at the people around him, and the leaders of the clans were clearly present.There was Kael'thas who had just retreated from the battlefield, and Falstad Wildhammer, the king of the Eagle's Nest who personally led hundreds of gryphon riders to Dalaran at dawn, the leader of the Wildhammer dwarves, and five Members of the Kirin Tor Council and others.

Garithos couldn't help but glance at Kael'thas twice. The blood elves helped him resist the most terrifying knife troops of the undead. Without them, the number of casualties in the Lordaeron army would have at least doubled.

At this time, his mood was somewhat complicated.The armor was removed and the leather lining was also taken off. The attendant couldn't help but exclaimed when he saw the large bruise on Garithos' chest that had been hit by a blunt object.

"Sir, you"

"It doesn't matter, the ribs are not broken. We'll deal with it later." Garithos waved his hand and interrupted nonchalantly. He took the casual clothes from the attendant's hand and put them on before making him retreat.

"Your Excellency, Generalissimo, I have ordered people to vacate the residence in the east area of ​​the city, which can be used as a treatment point. Please be sure to complete the treatment and transportation of the wounded within one hour. We must set up defenses immediately. We don't know when, the Scourge Legion will Will launch next attack."

Antonidas was worried and glanced around the position.

The steam tank is replenishing fuel and ammunition. It will take at least a few hours to park in a pre-reserved position and serve as a fort in the defensive battle.The same is true for the lower-level soldiers. Natural disasters don't need rest, but they do.This evacuation operation that traveled dozens of kilometers almost exhausted their physical strength.

Antonidas believed that the anti-undead barrier he developed was unbreakable, but he was not superstitious about its power.Facing such a terrifying army, we must concentrate and go all out.

The Bronzebeard dwarf general said: "Let the humans withdraw and rest. The four thousand soldiers from Ironforge can take over their defensive positions."

"Many aircraft need repair. Please give us at least three hours."

"Gryphon"

"The Book of Medivh, the Book of Medivh"

While the military leaders of the various clans were discussing the details of the defense, a young blood elf ran over in a hurry and shouted loudly to attract everyone's attention. He looked somewhat reckless.

Antonidas frowned and looked at the visitor, with a hint of dissatisfaction in his eyes, "Your Excellency Angmar, why are you so panicked?"