Chapter 88: In the name of the sun's rays

　　 The night is already dark. The white lady and the blue child hang high in the night sky, reflecting a soft light. This should have been a quiet and peaceful night suitable for sleep.
　　 However, in the north of the mainland, the high elven warriors of Quel'Thalas are still fighting stubbornly with the undead on Quel'danas.
Here, countless undead, they are being cut in half by the excellent sharp blades of the frontline warriors, or they are being shot out by the rangers whizzing through the head with sharp arrows accurately piercing the head, or they are being released by the wizards. Huge fireballs and ice were blown into piles of ashes or frozen into pieces of flesh and blood.
However, this did not have much effect... Even if the high elves have eliminated countless undeads, even if they had to retreat several fronts because of the accumulation of too many dead bodies in front of the front, but, more More undead still continue to pounce on, they will never stop, they will never be killed......
　　The elves on Queldanas have tried their best, but the undead are killing more and more, and more and more...It seems that they can't be killed no matter what! Behind the ice bridge is...
　　 Sophisticated enchanted war blades have begun to appear gaps and curling edges, the weapons have become more and more blunt, and the soldiers have no time to change their weapons!
The rangers' arrows are almost exhausted. Many people are too tired to pull the bowstrings. They have to pick up their short swords and step forward to resist the undead who are getting closer, because the warriors on the front line have been damaged too much. too much!
The wizards are even more unbearable. Although they have the support of the almost infinite magic with their backs on the sun well, many people are overloaded by continuous spell casting. The pressure on their brain and spirit is too great for them to continue casting spells. They have already Casting spells continuously, fighting for half a night, some of the low-level ones even fainted due to overcasting...
　　In the beginning, most of the undead faced by the high elves were just ugly zombies, slow-moving skeletons, ferocious ghouls, and huge mending hatred...
　　 But, in the middle of the night, the elven defenders finally discovered a fact that shocked them: the enemies they were facing now turned out to be the comrades they had fallen before! Their people after death!
　　The undead actually resurrected their most trusted partner, the most reliable comrade in arms! Then, the undead, they actually made these people who were the most lovely and respectable people who died fighting to turn back and rush towards their own array.....
A moment ago, the comrade-in-arms who would rather die to shield his brother from the sword, now turned into a hideous devil and slashed at his own people; the last second, the ranger who shot the last deadly arrow at the enemy, now He turned back to his own side and shot its vicious arrows; and the wizards who should have been dead for a long time all got up one by one, throwing evil ones into the friendly formation they originally supported. Law ball...
Finally, under the dual tremendous torment of the exhausted body and mind, under countless waves of undead, the final defense of the Sunwell Heights, the final battle line composed of the flesh and blood of the remaining high elven warriors, At this moment, it was declared that it was broken by the undead natural disaster! Countless undead stepped on their corpses and poured into the inner core area...
King Anastrian, he finally appeared in front of the death knight Arthas once again. After all, the opponent has now rushed to the core area of ​​the Sunwell Heights and surrounded it in groups. They are nowhere near. Refundable!
　　 Their defeat this time is actually not an injustice. Under the violent attack of the traitors and endless undead within the elves, almost all of their high elves have almost planted here, and they lost a mess!
　　 In fact, as early as when the undead had just landed before, their high elves’ mages had cast spells many times in an attempt to destroy the ice bridge!
　　 At that time, they released the blazing magical flames and blasted the magnificent ice-crossing bridge into sections many times, and buried countless souls to the bottom of the sea! However, the death knight Arthas can always repair it quickly, and that magic sword seems to have infinite power!
　　 Now, the Sun Well can't be held after all.
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　　 With a sigh, King Anastrian is now covered in black blood, looking at the human prince, Arthas, who is standing opposite him with a slightly embarrassed expression. Oh no! The one in front of you is no longer human! Perhaps it would be more appropriate to call him the death knight Arthas?
　　 Before Anastrian went to war, he never thought that their high elves would lose so fast this night! Just half a night, actually fell to such a situation? Almost 80% of Quel'Thalas' troops are concentrated here, how could it be like this?
　　 Originally, at dusk, when the undead had just started to land, their elves were still at a disadvantage, but they were able to fight vigorously with the magical protective shield of the Sunwell Heights.
Although a lot of undead still flooded the island, the situation is still firmly controlled by their high elves, and those undead can only wander outside the shield so helplessly, being kept by the rangers and wizards. One by one, one by one, one by one spot names were shot and killed.
However, when he Anastrian ordered the wizards to start casting large-scale spells, he was ready to completely blow up the ice bridge that continuously transported forces for the undead and natural disasters, and then slowly cleared the undead that flooded the island. At that time, the mutation finally happened!
　　 For countless years, the magic shield that their Quel'Thalas magic kingdom was proud of, unexpectedly, at this critical moment, it suddenly exploded and burst!
　　 The shield shattered suddenly, and the violent magical impact caused the members of the wizard group who were casting the spell to be greatly backlashed! Almost instantly, more than 80% of the high-level wizards lost their combat effectiveness, and the remaining less than 20% were all seriously injured, and no valuable high-level spells could be released in a short time! But how much effect can ordinary fireball, arcane, and frost spells have on those undead seas?
　　 The only possibility that Anastrian thought of at the time was the intelligence sent by the ranger-general Sylvanas, another important message mentioned in it: traitor!
　　 Sure enough, it has now been proved that a traitor appeared inside the high elves, and this traitor gave the kingdom of Quel'Thalas a just right fatal blow at this critical moment!
So, as the shield shattered and a large number of mages had to withdraw from the battle, the battle began to take a turn for the worse. The endless sea of ​​undead flooded the entire Sunwell Heights in almost no time, and countless brave warriors have died. , One by one stood up with a different face, and the death knight Arthas, also holding the magic sword Frostmourne, finally stood in front of his King Anastrian as a victor... ...!
　　 "Heh!" Arthas snorted coldly, with a smirk at the corner of his mouth, jumping from an ordinary undead war horse.
　　 Since his invincibility was burned down, he can only ride these ordinary goods now! Every time he stepped on this inferior horse, he would always think of his invincibility, and then, unconsciously, he would hate those high elves with long ears even more!
When Arthas walked to the front, he looked at Anastrian, who was surrounded by the circle, the king of Quel'Thalas, who was once invincible. Seeing the miserable appearance of the opponent, Arthas felt deep in his heart. At last, I finally had a little bit of revenge to come back!
　　 Of course, these are not enough! After he killed the last group of recalcitrants in front of him, and resurrected Kel'Thuzad, he would look back and flatten the Silvermoon City! Kill all those pointed ear elves in the city! Don't leave one!
"Why? At this time, don't you plan to surrender? Elves with long ears?" Tilting his head, looking at the defeated soldiers in front of him, Arthas suddenly felt that maybe he didn't need to rush 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 probably reject you fiercely! Hahaha...!"
Arthas took a few steps forward frivolously, smiling in a low voice, and looking cruelly at King Anastarian and the last few royal guards around him, the two remaining mages, and the dozen or so seniors. Elf civilians.
　　 These may be the last elves near the Sunwell Heights! The others, either have become corpses, or have become members of his death army.
Now, looking at the panic on their faces, the endless fear of the imminent death, Arthas felt that this kind of thrill of holding the enemy’s life in his hands and killing him is really a delicious thing. He needs Enjoy it!
"Enough, put away your disgusting set of words! Arthas, your despicable words and deeds can only make me hate and despise you even more! When you thrust the blade into Terenas's chest, who welcomed you with open arms At that time, when you extend the butcher knife to the people who trust you, you are no longer worthy to be a king! You assassin’s father-killing, self-destroying servant of the country! Maybe you won today! But, I’m here to tell you! We Quel'Thalas will never succumb to you! We will fight to the last person! Quel'Thalas will never perish. One day, the flames of revenge of our high elves will You burn it!"
　　 Anastarian drew a flame strike from his waist. He had sent several Dragonhawk knights before, and they had already taken his last order to disperse and attack in the direction of Silvermoon City! And now, it is time for him, the king of the high elves, to perform his final duties!
Looking down at the sword in his hand, from the battle of the ancients more than ten thousand years ago, to the battle of the later trolls, to the invasion of the undead and natural disasters, this sword of the sunstrider family-the strike of flames, it Have witnessed 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!
　　 "Dalkan De Lashir!!" Anastarian drew out his sword, and pointed angrily at an elf not far behind Arthas! It was this traitor who destroyed the home of the elves! it's him! Let all the defenses of the high elves look like nothing! This shameful villain!
"Today, I declare in the name of King Quel'Thalas: We expel you! From now on, you will no longer be a noble high elf! You will always be a despicable, homeless lone soul Now, right here, let us tell you with our actions! Whether he is a king or a soldier! Whether he is a noble or a civilian! We in Quel'Thalas will always only have dead souls, and never will A living coward like you! In the name of the sun!"
　　 "In the name of the sun!!!"
All the elves behind Anastrian shouted out loudly~EbookFREE.me~The remaining royal guards clenched the notched swords and stood firmly beside their king, the two wizards They also used the last magic power to prepare their own magic. The commoners grabbed the stones or sticks that could be found nearby. At this moment, all of them were no longer afraid or hesitating, so they stood up resolutely. Walked behind the king.
　　 "You, you, you..." Dalkhan trembled, and was scared back several steps by the dozens of checkmate elves in front of him.
"Humhhhhhhhhhhhh...stupid elves, the time has come. You still have that arrogant attitude. Then, you are ready to meet the judgment of death!" Alsace didn't care about Dalkhan behind him, in his opinion, The elf behind is just a bug!
　　 Arthas is going to make a move, this old elven man is still stiff to death! That sentence of killing master killing his father was still very destructive to him, so that under his cold heart, the original desire for revenge disappeared without a trace!
　　 "Offense!"
Arthas said softly. While the other undead rushed forward, he also faced the king Anastari who was approaching. Frostmourne smashed the flames with just a single blow, and then The sharp blade cast its momentum unabated, and pierced the Elf King's chest severely...
While the flame strike was broken, it also witnessed the death of a king. Perhaps, the era of the high elves, just like this sword, the broken is over. However, the high elves will never give in, they will continue to fight. , They will pay for their debts, in the name of the sun's rays...
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　　 in the name of the sun’s rays