Chapter 88 In the Name of the Sun's Rays

The night was already dark, the white lady and the blue child hung high in the night sky, reflecting soft light, this should have been a quiet and peaceful night suitable for sleep.

However, in the north of the mainland, the high elf warriors of Quel'Thalas are still fighting tenaciously with the undead on the island of Quel'Danas.

Here, there are countless undead, they are being cut in half by the excellent sharp blades of the frontline fighters, or the sharp arrows are shot out from behind by the rangers, and the sharp arrows are accurately pierced through the heads, or they are cast by the mages. Huge fireballs and ice balls were blasted into piles of ashes, or frozen into lumps of flesh and blood.

However, this does not have much effect... Even if the high elves have wiped out countless undead, even if they have to retreat several battle lines because too many undead corpses piled up in front of the battle line, but, more More undead continued to pounce on them without stopping, as if they would never be able to finish killing them, they would never be able to finish killing them...

The elves on Quel'Danas Island have tried their best, but those undead are killing more and more... It seems that they can't kill them all! Behind the Ice Bridge there is...

The excellent enchanted war blades have already begun to show gaps and curling blades, and the weapons are becoming more and more blunt, and the warriors don't even have time to change their weapons!

The arrows of the rangers were almost exhausted, and many of them were too tired to draw their bowstrings. They had to pick up their daggers and step forward to fend off the approaching undead, because the soldiers on the front line were too damaged. too much!

And the mages are even more unbearable. Although they have the support of almost infinite magic power backed by the Sunwell, many people are overloaded by continuous casting. The pressure on their brains and spirits is too great. Continuously casting spells, fighting for half a night, some of the low-level ones even passed out with bleeding from their seven orifices due to excessive casting...

At the beginning, most of the undead faced by the high elves were just ugly zombies, slow-moving skeletons, ferocious ghouls and huge mending abominations...

However, in the middle of the night, the elf defenders finally discovered a fact that terrified them: the enemies they were facing now were more of their fallen comrades! Their clansmen after death!

The undead actually resurrected their most trusted partner and most reliable comrade-in-arms on the spot! Then, those undead, they actually made these people who were originally the most lovable and respectable clansmen who died in battle turn around and charge towards the formation of their own people...

Just a moment ago, the comrade who was still willing to die for his brother, now turned into a ferocious devil and slashed at his own people; the last second, the ranger who was still shooting the last deadly arrow at the enemy, now It turned around and shot its vicious arrows towards its own people; and the mages, who should have been dead for a long time, got up one by one, and threw evil arrows one by one into the friendly formation they were originally protecting. Orb...

Finally, under the exhausting torment of both body and mind, and under the constant beating of countless waves of undead, the last defense of the Sunwell Highlands, the last battle line composed of the flesh and blood of the remaining high elf warriors, At this moment, it was announced that it was defeated by the natural disaster of the undead! Countless undead stepped over their corpses and rushed into the inner core area...

King Anasterian, he finally appeared in front of the death knight Arthas again. After all, the opponent has rushed to the core area of ​​the Sunwell Heights and surrounded it. They have no way out. Can return!

Their defeat this time is actually not unjust. Under the fierce attack of the traitors inside the elves and the endless undead attacks, almost all of their high elves' troops were almost planted here, and they lost a mess!

In fact, as early as when the undead just landed,

Their high elf mages have cast spells many times in an attempt to destroy that ice bridge!

At that time, the blazing magical flames released by them repeatedly blew up that magnificent ice-crossing sea bridge section by section, and buried countless undead on the bottom of the sea! However, the death knight Arthas can always repair it very quickly. That magic sword seems to have infinite power!

Now, after all, the Well of the Sun couldn't hold it anymore.

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Sighing, King Anasterian was now covered in jet-black blood stains, looking at the human prince, Arthas, standing opposite him with a slightly embarrassed expression. oh no! The one in front of me is no longer human! Perhaps, it would be more appropriate to call him Death Knight Alsace?

Before Anasterian started the battle, he never thought that the high elves would lose so quickly this night! It was only half a night, and he was reduced to such a situation? Almost 80% of Quel'Thalas' troops are concentrated here. How did it become like this?

Originally, at dusk, when the undead just started to land, although their elves were still at a disadvantage in number, they were able to fight impressively with the magic shield of Sunwell Highlands.

Although many undeads flooded onto the island, the situation was still firmly controlled by their high elves, and those undeads could only hover helplessly outside the shield, constantly being surrounded by rangers and mages. One after another, one piece after another, the location names were shot.

However, when Anasterian ordered the mage group to start casting large-scale spells, he was going to completely blow up the ice bridge that continuously transported troops for the undead natural disaster, and then slowly clean up the undead that flooded the island. At this time, the mutation finally happened!

For countless years, the magic shield that they had been proud of in the Magic Kingdom of Quel'Thalas suddenly exploded and burst at this critical moment!

The suddenly shattered shield and the violent impact of magic power caused the members of the mage group who were casting spells to suffer a great backlash! Almost instantly, more than 80% of the high-level mages directly lost their fighting power, and the remaining less than 20% were all seriously injured, and they couldn't release any valuable high-level spells in a short period of time! But how much effect can ordinary fireball, arcane storm, and frost spells have on those undead seas?

At that time, the only possibility in Anasterian's mind was the information sent by Ranger General Sylvanas, which mentioned another important message: traitor!

Sure enough, it has now been proved that a traitor has appeared within the high elves, and at this critical moment, this traitor gave the Kingdom of Quel'Thalas a fatal blow just right!

So, after the shield was broken and a large number of mages had to withdraw from the battle, the situation of the battle began to take a turn for the worse. It didn't take long for the endless sea of ​​undead to flood the entire Sunwell Highlands, and countless brave warriors had already died. , climbed up one by one with another different appearance, and the death knight Arthas, also holding the magic sword Frostmourne, finally stood in front of King Anasterian as a victor... ...!

"Heh!" Alsace snorted coldly, with a sinister smile on his lips, and jumped off an ordinary undead horse.

Since his invulnerability was burnt out, he can only ride these ordinary things now! Every time he mounts this cheap steed, he always thinks of his invincibility, and then, unconsciously, he hates those high elves with long ears even more!

When Arthas walked to the front of the formation, he looked at Anastarian surrounded by the circle, the once invincible King of Quel'Thalas, and saw the miserable appearance of the other party, and his heart went deep. Finally, there is a little bit of pleasure to come back for revenge!

Of course, these are not enough! After he killed the last group of rebels in front of him and resurrected Kel'Thuzad, he would go back and flatten that Silvermoon City! Kill those pointy-eared elves in the city! Not one left!

"What? At this point in time, you still don't intend to surrender? Elves with long ears?" Tilting his head, Alsace suddenly felt that maybe he didn't need to kill them so quickly .

"Or, you can try it, kneel down humbly, and then try to beg for mercy from me, the king of Lordaeron, and I will most likely reject you severely! Hehehe...!"

Arthas took a few steps forward frivolously, laughed in a low voice, and looked cruelly at King Anasterian and the last few royal guards around him, the two remaining mages, and the dozen or so senior Elven commoners.

These may be the last elves near the Sunwell Highlands! Others, either had been turned into corpses, or had become members of his army of the dead.

Now, looking at the terrified expressions on their faces, and the endless fear of imminent death, Alsace felt that this kind of pleasure of holding the life of the enemy in his hands, is really a delicacy, he needs Enjoy it!

"That's enough, put away your disgusting words! Alsace, your despicable words and deeds will only make me hate and despise you more! When you stab the sharp knife into the chest of Terenas who welcomes you with open arms At that time, when you stretched out the butcher knife to the people who trusted you, you were no longer worthy of being a king! You murderer who killed your master and father, and destroyed your own country! Perhaps, you won today! But, I am here to tell you! We Quel'Thalas will never bow to you! We will fight to the last man! Quel'Thalas will never die, and one day the vengeful flames of our high elves will You burn!"

Anasterian pulled out the Flame Strike from his waist. He had already dispatched several dragonhawk knights, and they had spread out to charge towards Silvermoon City with his last order! And now, it's time for him, the king of the high elves, to fulfill his final duty!

Looking down at the sword in his hand, from the battle of the ancients more than 10,000 years ago, to the war of trolls later, and now to the invasion of the undead and natural disasters, this sword of the Sunstrider family - Strike of Flames, it Have seen countless battles, big and small...

Quel'Thalas has been passed down for nearly ten thousand years, and now, this Flame Strike, the symbol of the royal power of the Sunstrider family, will continue to witness the final honor of a high elf king!

"Dar'kan Drathil!!" Anasterian drew out his long sword, furiously pointed at an elf not far behind Alsace! It was this traitor who destroyed the homeland of the elves! it's him! Let all the defenses of the high elves be in vain! The shameful villain!

"Today, in the name of King Quel'Thalas, I declare: We expel you! From this day forward, you will no longer be a noble high elf! You will forever be a vile, homeless soul Now, right here, let us tell you with action! Whether he is a king or a soldier! Whether he is a noble or a commoner! We in Quel'Thalas will always only have the souls of the dead in battle, and there will never be A living coward like you! In the name of the sun!"

"In the name of the sun!!!"

All the elves behind Anasterian shouted loudly in unison, the remaining royal guards clenched their gaping swords and stood firmly by their king's side, and the two mages also used their last magic power , prepared their own magic, and the commoners grabbed whatever stones or sticks they could find nearby. At this moment, all of them were no longer afraid or hesitant, and stood up resolutely and walked behind the king.

"You, you, you..." Darkan trembled, but was scared back by the dozens of dying elves in front of him.

"Heh heh heh... stupid elves, at this moment, you still have that arrogant attitude, then, you are ready to face the judgment of death!" Alsace didn't care about Dar'Khan behind him, in his opinion, That sprite in the back is nothing more than a bug!

Alsace is going to make a move, this damn old elf is still stubborn to death! That sentence of killing master and father was still very lethal to him, and in his cold heart, the joy of revenge, which was not much at first, quickly disappeared without a trace!

"attack!"

Alsace said softly. While the other undead were rushing forward, he also faced the approaching King Anastari. Frostmourne shattered Flame Strike with just such a light blow, and then The sharp blade continued unabated, piercing the Elf King's chest viciously...

While the Strike of Flame was broken, it also witnessed the death of a king. Perhaps, the era of the high elves is like this sword, the shattering is over, but the high elves will never succumb to this, they will continue to fight , they will pay with blood, in the name of the sun's rays...

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descendants of blood

in the name of the sun's rays