Chapter 787 The Temptation of Death

Quel'Thalas' self-isolation is both political and military.

In fact, in the fields of life, economy and other fields, high elves can be found throughout the Eastern Kingdom.

Didn’t you see that King Daelin’s lover was an elf?

Not joining the alliance to fight against the Scourge does not mean that Anastrian does not know the intelligence from the outside.

Even though he knew it, when he saw the deathly face of his 'old friend' Antonidas with his own eyes, his heart still couldn't help but beat suddenly.

There were sounds of wailing and crying all around, including the "crackling" sound of flames burning the city, the loud noise of explosives exploding, and the louder and louder shouts of killing coming from the direction of the original city gate. The Sun King ignored all these sounds.

All his attention has fallen on Antonidas, who became a lich, and the death knight next to him holding a skull-shaped magic sword.

Accompanying his evil aura that was so strong that it could not be dispelled, was the cloudless frost above his head that quickly covered the entire sky of Silver Moon City, blocked the sun, and destroyed the summer.

Three seconds later, a voice came to the sky above the palace of Quel'Thalas.

"Anastrian—"

This voice was clear, majestic, and also revealed an inhuman coldness, which seemed to imply its owner's indifference and cruelty towards life.

The Sun King half-squinted his eyes, which already had crow's feet at the corners, his face was scrunched up, and he snorted without showing any signs of weakness: "Humph! Alsace?"

The king of mankind, unless he is an incomparably great being like Emperor Thoradin, otherwise short-lived humans, whether they are high-ranking kings or low-lying untouchables like insects, will not attract the attention of the Sun King.

But Alsace is different. In addition to his notorious patricide and division, he also represents another meaning - eternity! Although in the manner of a dead man, his strength makes up for the flaws in his appearance.

A trace of jealousy flashed in Anastrian's eyes, and his negative mood swings were well captured by Antonidas.

As the most evil magic weapon and a magic sword that can easily tempt people to fall, [Frostmourne] will not let this go. The whisper from the magic sword made Alsace's lips curl into a strange arc.

The Sun King thrust his extremely gorgeous and dazzling golden staff through the stone bricks of the palace with one hand and sneered.

"You are very good. Darkan...you are also very good!" The Sun King only glanced at the great traitor Darkan, whose magic power was more powerful, and then withdrew his gaze. He shouted in a deep voice: "If you are If you want to come and kill me and rob the Sunwell! Then come!"

"Kill you? Seize the Sunwell? When did I say such a thing?" Arthas smiled softly, and then a fanatical look appeared on his face: "No! I am here to represent the Lich King's master Give you eternity! As long as you voluntarily become a lich, you can exist in this world forever and rule your subjects forever, and... you will be stronger! Bigger!"

As if echoing Alsace's declaration.

I don't know when they had quickly passed through the ruins of Silvermoon City. The death knights who came to the palace got off their skeletal horses one after another, knelt down on one knee, put their left hand on their chest, and showed their supreme respect to the owner of this declaration.

Archlich Antonidas took a step forward and he also smiled: "Old friend, look at your decline, right? Just like me a few months ago. Time destroys our bodies and makes our magic power decay. But now, I am different."

"Different?" After feeling the branches of the Sunwell's mana veins still flowing under the palace, the Sun King raised his head contemptuously and declared confidently: "This is Silver Moon City, my home court, and no existence can exist in it." Defeat me here! Antonidas, you were tied with me before just because you were in a neutral area."

"Home court?" Antonidas smiled mysteriously: "This is not only your home court!"

The next moment, Anastrian understood the meaning of his old rival's words.

die.

fear.

Wail.

fear.

All negative effects that living beings can have, at this moment, become the source of the archlich's magic power.

This is a natural disaster!

This is evil!

Moreover, as the teleported Scourge continues in the forest, causing massacres and spreading fear in Silvermoon City, Antonidas's power will increase.

Obviously, this part of the reinforcement is enough to make up for the gap between the Archlich and him.

What makes the Sun King most uneasy is that the Scourge has occupied one of the three Sunwell mana leylines as a source of magic to supply the portal. As time goes by, more and more undead will appear on the land of Quel'Thalas!

However, Anastrian was not willing to give in!

How could he, who had been king for more than three thousand years, be willing to be the servant of a death monster that ran out of nowhere?

"Huh! No one can defeat me here!" The Sun King roared loudly, and then the staff in his hand burst out with a dazzling light that was even more blazing than the sun.

"We are not human!" Antonidas sneered, and he also raised his staff high.

"Teach him a lesson!" Alsace remained unmoved and stood quietly, leaning on his sword.

A second later, the violent magic power rushing out from the elemental world, enough to change the color of the entire world, was shaped into completely different properties and forms, and collided in mid-air.

On the other side, an elite elven force headed by Sylvanas was advancing furiously.

The composition of this force is very complex, including rangers, warriors, spellbreakers, paladins, and many arcane puppets originally deployed on the front line.

Because the offensive was so fast and violent, many people were shocked to find that they had been left behind by the large army after finishing dealing with the enemies in front of them.

The wounded were left behind.

Those who couldn't catch up were left behind.

Those who were trapped were also left behind.

But none of the elves complained, because they were working hard to save their capital and their hometown at the cost of their lives.

At this moment, Sylvanas didn't look like a ranger at all, but more like a female war goddess.

Holding a long bow, she is always at the front of the assault team, showing her strong and heroic posture to the elves behind her.

The vibration of the longbow almost never stops. When the left hand is tired, it is replaced by the right hand, and when the right hand is numb, it is replaced by the left hand.

With arrows containing wind and thunder, each arrow will definitely blow the head of the most difficult undead to deal with.

Perhaps the lich with powerful magic ignored the opponent's [Protective Arrows], broke the opponent's magic shield, and used the power of thunder to destroy the opponent's soul.