Chapter 602 18. The Battle for Eresalas --- Add More for the Presumptuous Brothers in Midsummer [4/10]

Chapter 602 18. The battle for El Salas --- add more for the presumptuous brothers in midsummer [410]

The night in the Feralas wilderness is always quiet. Occasionally, the howling of forest wolves can be heard in the vast forest in the south of the lowland wilderness. That primeval forest is a hunting ground for various wild animals, forming a complete set of The ecosystem, from rabbits and deer at the bottom of the food chain, to some top predators, those beast kings who have been blessed by the demigods of the wilderness, and even some mischievous green dragon cubs haunt here.

This is definitely a place that can make any ecology expert feel excited, and it is almost the best area for natural storm maintenance in the whole of Azeroth.

This is all because the night elves who have ruled this place for nearly ten thousand years advocate the harmony of nature. If it is not necessary, they will not take the initiative to destroy the natural cycle. Of course, the arrival of nearly a million high elves broke this cycle. The entire lowland wilderness They were used as temporary settlements, and the activities of these special elves disturbed the local beast herd, but for this primitive and vast land, the damage and changes brought about by the high elves were still within a completely acceptable range.

But tonight, the atmosphere in this wilderness is somewhat weird.

Kael'thas Sunstrider, the Sun King of the high elves, led some members of the Silvermoon councilors to stand outside the gate of the city of Eresalas, the ancient city in front of them, covered with green vines , Among the vines, there are murals left by the elf empire ten thousand years ago. During the vicissitudes of life, these murals have been weathered a lot.

And before the arrival of the high elves, the outer city of Eresalas was occupied by the barbaric Gordok ogres. Those stupid guys would not protect the cultural relics. The quaint decorations and those priceless works of art were smashed as rubbish. These rude destroyers turned the gorgeous civilization into ruins, and then built their own dirty kingdom on top of the ruins. .

However, the Gordok ogres have been wiped out by the ranger and mage legions of the high elves, their king was beheaded by Kael'thas himself, their army was broken up, and those stupid ogres were driven into the land by the elves. In the southern jungle, although they are still large in number, they have lost a powerful ruler, and they have been divided within themselves, and they are no longer able to counterattack.

But now, the high elves who had fulfilled the agreement stood in front of the city gate and wanted to demand the agreed "reward" from the high elves of Syndra in the city.

"hum"

The leader of the highborne elves of Syndra, the phantom of the magic prince Torsedrin was projected in front of Kael'thas and his party through the magic node of Eresalas. This magic prince who has lived for more than 10,000 years is wearing A set of golden armor, his long white hair draped over his shoulders, revealing the long ears that were very similar to the night elves, but his skin was the same white jade color as the high elves.

Torsedrin's forehead is adorned with gorgeous jewels from thousands of years ago. He holds a magic halberd in his hand. On the blue magic projection, he looks majestic, but this guy is actually a treacherous bastard. No matter how beautiful his appearance is, he can't hide his vicious heart.

He stared directly at the high elves in front of him with the arrogant expression unique to the high elves thousands of years ago. His voice was vibrated by special magic power, and some distortion came to the ears of the group.

"Ah, descendants of Dath'Remar, you appear here tonight, may I think that... you finally made the right judgment?"

The moment this arrogant voice emerged, Lor'themar Theron, who was standing behind Kael'thas, clenched the hilt of the saber at his waist, but he did not act rashly, but lowered his head to cover up Catch the killing intent shining in his eyes.

The leader, Kael'thas, raised his head. He looked at Torsedrin's phantom with clear eyes, and said in a deep voice:

"I must save my people, for this...I am willing to accept your request, Prince Torsedrin...I am willing to hand over the holy sword Quel'Delar, and the sword of the Sunstrider, open the gates, Let's go in."

"Huh? Do you think it's so easy?"

Hearing Kael'thas's words, a trace of greed flashed in Torsedrin's silver eyes, but soon, he coughed lightly in a dignified way:

"Forgive me for being cautious, my friends from afar, but the number of high elves is too much compared to my people, you are a threat, I have to think about the safety of my people, first put the two holy swords Hand it over as a sign of sincerity, and then I will naturally open the door to welcome you."

This rude and shameless request made the members of the Silver Moon behind Kael'thas whisper. After seeing the disgusting face of the Syndra elf with their own eyes, even the most moderate compromisers felt a wave of heartache bursting with anger.

But Kael'thas's complexion didn't change much. He nodded to Lana'thel beside him, and the two unsheathed their swords at the same time. The red Flame Strike and the silver Quel'Delar were placed On the stone platform at the entrance of the city gate, the Sun King and Queen stepped back.

After a while, several highborne guards wearing magic armor from thousands of years ago slowly pushed open the small passage on the side of the city gate. They looked at the high elves in front of them vigilantly. Not kind, but under the urging of Prince Torsedrin, they walked quickly to the stone platform, picked up the two holy swords, and retreated into the city gate vigilantly again.

Seeing the end of this exchange, Torsedrin's phantom nodded in satisfaction. He looked at Kael'thas, and a hint of sarcasm soon appeared in those silver eyes.

"Your expectation of salvation has made you full of flaws, descendants of Dath'Remar, if your fathers were standing here, they would certainly not be so childish, but I have to tell you with regret...Eressahara Sindra's magic belongs to the Syndra, and I will never share it with you."

Under the darkness of night, the atmosphere at the gate of El Salas City became extremely stagnant.

"well..."

Kael'thas let out a sigh, and when he raised his head to look at Torsedrin's phantom again, there was already a trace of determination in his green eyes that made people feel chills all over his body.

"I didn't intend to do this, Torsedrin, but... you made me!"

As soon as the Sun King finished speaking, within the heavy city gate of Eresalas, the shadows around the high-level elf guards who were guarding the two holy swords heading for the depths of the city began to float quickly. Cirvanas in assassin costume Windrunner and Vereesa Windrunner, as well as several master assassins from the Sangunar family, a famous assassin family in Quel'Thalas, emerged from hiding.

They followed the guards through the passage of the city gate and entered the city gate. Now, they no longer need to disguise.

"hum"

The ancient legendary warbow Thasdora was pulled apart between the slender and powerful hands of Sylvanas with a cold face. After being strengthened by dragon's blood, the connection between the former ranger general and the family warbow has been improved Her eyes that were shining with killing intent almost didn't need to aim, the moment she drew the war bow, the storm-like magical arrows flew out whistling.

The bombardment, which was comparable to a cannon fire, easily tore apart the bodies of several high-level elf guards in front of them together with the stone pillars behind them. The tragic blood flowers and the masonry debris splashed around like an earthquake, and The explosive gesture exploded in the deep path of Eresalas, which fully demonstrated the frightening lethality of General Ranger.

Cirvanas stepped forward like a phantom, holding the two holy swords in her arms. Behind her, Vereesa and Baron Sangunar, who were holding two elven swords, walked along the steps of the city wall from left to right. Rushed up, they each led a team of assassins, and carried out a merciless slaughter on the Highborne on the city wall.

Outside the city wall, Lor'themar, the ranger lord who had been waiting for a long time, shook off his left hand and climbed onto the towering city wall with a rope of flying claws. Holding the rope, like the most nimble monkeys, they quickly rushed up the city wall. Kael'thas and the other archmages stirred up the magic power in their bodies, and came to the city wall with ease as if they had invisible wings.

This wave of raids was fatal, especially for the Highborne who hadn't fought for thousands of years. In just a few minutes, the city wall in front of Elesalas fell into the hands of Kael'thas, but this It's just the beginning... It's just the tiniest part of the battle.

Elesalas, the city of thousands of years, is a city of magic power. Although its structure is quite different from Silvermoon City in Quel'Thalas, its defense system is from the same source. The defensive nodes such as city gates, cities, and streets are Meaningless, as long as the city's magic center is still in the hands of the Highborne, Kael'thas will never be able to control the city.

"Ah, the beast that hid itself finally bared its fangs, Kael'thas Sunstrider, you idiot!"

Facing the fall of the city wall, Torsedrin, who projected a phantom in the night sky like a god, was not panicked. He looked at Kael'thas with the eyes of a fool, and he smiled proudly:

"The existence of the outer city of Eresalas is meaningless to us. You can occupy this empty shell city like those stupid ogres, but you will never try to steal the magic that belongs to Syndra. , I hold all the magic power nodes, I will watch you lose your mind due to the magic addiction in my city, and I will watch your civilization fall apart... But when you are dying, Kael'thas , I will kindly give you a little magic power, and watch you kneel in front of me like a dog... Hahaha, I will look forward to that day!"

Amid Torsedrin's wild laughter, a large layer of lavender magic enchantment quickly rose on the inner ring of the city, isolating one-third of the inner ring from the outer city. The shield composed of magic power, in the past ten years, the upper elves hidden inside the city relied on this magic barrier to block the invasion of ogres.

Seeing Torsedrin's lunatic posture in the sky, Kael'thas shook his head helplessly. He took the Flame Strike from Cirvanas and put it on his belt again. Therma says:

"I really doubt I was blind, Theron. How could I have come to an agreement with such a madman?"

The ranger lord shrugged and didn't answer, and the Sun King didn't need his answer either. Kael'thas raised his head and looked at the magic barrier rising inside the city. He loudly shouted to the phantom in the air:

"A very good defense system, Torsedrin, but unfortunately, tonight, we are not alone... Allow me to introduce you to the true allies of the high elves..."

The Sun King raised his hand, and a ray of red magic beacon rushed into the night sky, exploding in the air like fireworks, and this was like a signal. On the ridge outside the city, a layer of large magic phantom was removed, and the human artillery position hidden there a day ago was exposed on the left side of Errelasas.

There, nearly 400 cannons exuded a cold light of steel, and at the same time as the artillery positions appeared, a whole human infantry regiment equipped with firearms also slowly entered the city from a hiding place outside the city.

"What kind of creature is this? Strange..."

The magic prince who has been "housed" in Elesalas for nearly ten thousand years has never seen human beings, and he has never seen the strange weapons in the hands of those humans, which are like magic wands made of steel. , but could not feel the slightest magical breath.

"I had much to say to you, Torsedrin the Madman..."

Kael'thas greeted the general in command of the human infantry, and then looked at the magical phantom in the air with some regrets. There was a hint of sadness in his eyes, and he said in a deep voice:

"But at this moment, all I can say to you is only one sentence..."

"Confidential fool, times... have changed!"

The moment the Sun King's voice fell, the artillery position of the Seventh Legion on the ridge outside the city of Eresalas opened fire, and 400 shells filled with compressed black powder were fired from the muzzle with a thunderous sound, like 400 thunderbolts. Similarly, it bombarded the purple semicircular shield above the inner city. The target of the magic shield that covered one-third of the city was too big. Even the poorest gunner could easily kill it Hit the shield at this distance.

The howling shells hit the purple shield with huge kinetic energy, and then exploded under the impact. The red fireworks stained the purple shield, and the crazy explosion wave tore through the magic barrier, circulating At the moment when the magic power of the monster was too late to fill the crack, the explosion fragments that flew in along the crack tore the panicked upper elves into pieces.

The design idea of ​​the magic shield ten thousand years ago is still very primitive. It is just a crude way to realize the resistance of magic power to physical impact. Tomahawk, but in the face of explosive shells, this primitive magic shield is not so "magical".

In the face of this never-before-seen weapon, the "turtle array" that the upper elves were proud of could no longer protect them.