Arthas patted Invincible's rump, walking with upright confidence, his actions perfectly justified.
The Lich King could only control Arthas's body and couldn't delve into his thoughts. Coupled with the dreadlord Tichondrius's urging to accelerate the summoning of Lord Archimonde, no one suspected Arthas of deliberately leaving Baron Rivendare behind to be set up.
One hundred thousand undead, though mostly skeletons and zombies, also included tens of thousands of ghouls and a considerable number of high-level abominations. Against three thousand men, wasn't that a complete numerical Rolling advantage?
Forget Rivendare commanding; even if you replaced him with… even if you replaced him with Invincible, standing under Arthas's crotch, in the commander's position, even two barks to serve as the all-out attack command would be enough to win!
However…
Why did Rivendare suddenly have the illusion that his hundred-thousand-strong army was surrounded by the enemy's three thousand?
Ashbringer, in the hands of Gavin, this demigod paladin, unleashed its full power. Each time he swung Ashbringer, it brought with it a holy light flame dozens of meters long, and all the low-level undead within the range of the holy light attack turned to ashes.
Ashbringer awakened, terrifying indeed.
Furthermore, with three thousand paladins behind Gavin, plus the support of a legendary-tier knight, Liadrin, Gavin could lavishly expend the holy light within his body today without worrying about being besieged to death.
He felt like a max-level powerhouse returning to a newbie village to grind small monsters. Any undead that was even grazed by the radiance of Ashbringer couldn't remain standing.
Suddenly, a mysterious power seemed to descend. Gavin raised his head from the intense battle and looked in the direction of Rivendare.
Due to the sharp decrease in the number of undead, the Lich King noticed that his screen was blacking out in patches when he switched views, so he transferred most of his will from Arthas's body to Rivendare's side.
The two's gazes met, marking the first time Gavin and Ner'zhul had locked eyes.
Eight years ago in Draenor, Gavin hadn't even personally taken action. Simply sending Gul'dan, disguised in Vol'jin's armor, had completely toyed with Ner'zhul.
Ner'zhul, seeing Gavin nearly tearing through his Scourge army through Baron Rivendare's vision, immediately frantically switched screens, commanding more undead soldiers to surround him!
Perhaps both Gavin and Ner'zhul were old foxes, but when it came down to it, Gavin was the kind of person who would shout, "Follow me!" while Ner'zhul was the kind of ghost who would command his underlings, "Send them in for me!"
Seeing more and more Scourge blocking his path, Gavin activated his Holy Light Wings!
Unlike the usual Holy Light Wings, this time they were golden six-winged!
After becoming a demigod, Gavin, in his spare time, repeatedly traveled between Draenor and Shattrath, communicating with the two naaru in Shattrath and comprehending the power of the Holy Light.
After all, there were many demigods in Azeroth, but most of them belonged to the Wild Gods, representing the power of life, or the Guardians infused with the power of order by the Titans. For the divine power of the Holy Light, one still had to look to the naaru.
Unfortunately, K'ure and De'oris could only be considered mid-tier naaru in their race, and their abilities were more inclined towards support.
K'ure told Gavin that if he wanted to go further on the path of judgment and adjudication, the only one he could seek guidance from was A'dal, the A-list naaru.
That was the strongest of the strong among the naaru. If K'ure and De'oris had hands, they would definitely give Gavin a thumbs-up.
Therefore, Gavin decisively had K'ure and De'oris, together in the Seat of the Naaru in Shattrath, send out a distress signal among the naaru to the universe, attempting to summon A'dal, who was voyaging in space.
In the information Gavin knew, A'dal and the naaru of his faction had formed a fleet with a space fortress, the Tempest Keep, as its flagship. This Tempest Keep was what later became known as the Stormspire.
Anyway, the signal had been sent. The question of when A'dal's fleet would arrive in Draenor was just a matter of time. Gavin didn't understand the space outside Azeroth and couldn't make calculations.
However, presumably, with the Burning Legion present on Draenor, A'dal, the righteous leader who hated evil, would prioritize heading to Draenor.
Fortunately, Vengeful Wrath was a beneficial Holy Light spell, and K'ure and De'oris could help Gavin cultivate in this aspect.
Now that Gavin had opened his wings, and six wings at that, it was the result of his cultivation!
Liadrin and the Dawnblade Knights were stunned. Holy Light Wings could be upgraded?
Then their eyes filled with fanaticism!
"For the Holy Light! For Lord Gavin!"
The paladins, who had been fighting for a while and were somewhat fatigued, rose up directly. With Gavin, this large Holy Light signal receiver, their recovery speed greatly increased.
The Lich King knew that he couldn't keep these hateful paladins here today.
Ner'zhul, controlling Baron Rivendare, waved the ornate Rivendare's Runeblade in his hand and said in a deep voice, "Retreat!"
The undead soldiers retreated like a receding tide, leaving only a field of ashes behind.
"Ash Angel!"
"Ash Angel!"
The proud high elf knights were convinced and shouted from the bottom of their hearts the image that matched what they had seen and heard.
Gavin's figure, single-handedly holding off thousands, deeply imprinted in the hearts of all the paladins present. That field of ashes was the best proof.
Seeing the Lich King personally controlling Rivendare to lead the army away, Gavin didn't pursue at this time. He directly controlled his warhorse and chased after Kael'thas's retreating path.
Unbeknownst to him, the paladins' shouts reached Rivendare's ears as he departed. At this moment, Ner'zhul, far away in Icecrown Citadel, resolved that after resurrecting Kel'Thuzad and summoning Archimonde, he would definitely take advantage of their infighting to strengthen Arthas's body and then seize it!
Without a body, it was difficult for his powerful strength to be unleashed. If he had Arthas, this human weapon, he could completely use Frostmourne to kill that arrogant human himself!
Ner'zhul commanded the army to begin a forced march. Arthas had already left half a day earlier, and they needed to catch up.
Meanwhile, in Silvermoon City, the chaos of last night had now subsided.
The Gardens of Tranquility, the central plaza of Silvermoon City, was usually a place for citizens to enjoy themselves. Most of the time, it was even where various bands held concerts. Even Lirath Windrunner, the younger brother of the Windrunner sisters, had played the harp for Prince Kael'thas here.
Today, the Sun King publicly revealed the "truth" of last night here.
Most of the councilors of the Silvermoon Council had joined the undead forces of the Lich King for the sake of so-called immortality, and they had covered up the enemy's infiltration into the city, destroying the core hub that maintained Silvermoon City's shield. Silvermoon City had lost its last barrier and was in imminent danger.
Anasterian, in the name of the Sun King, called on everyone to arm themselves, making everyone a soldier, and jointly resist the Scourge's attack.
The people are here, the city is here. The people die, the city dies!
The Sun King stood on the walls of Silvermoon City, gazing at the endless undead army gathering outside, his eyes filled with icy coldness.
This morning's speech had been very successful, at least Anasterian thought so. The high elves' people still retained their bloodlust, only numbed by their usual luxurious lives and useless sense of superiority.
No matter how decadent a nation becomes, there will always be someone who stands up and awakens the people's bloodlust.
A large number of adult men chose to take up longswords and magic staffs to protect their homes.
Apart from the children being sent to Quel'Danas Island in the north, the elderly and frail high elves, as well as the female elves, also chose to stay behind to transport logistical supplies for their children, sons, fathers, and husbands.
Thinking of this, a glimmer of hope flashed in the Sun King's cold eyes.
In fact, compared to his people, the Sun King was even more proud and arrogant, even despising Galen, the prophesied child he now relied on.
That's right, when Kael'thas returned with two teleportation scrolls purchased for 100,000 gold coins each, he thought Galen was an ignorant fool who didn't understand the value of teleportation scrolls that could ignore barrier blockades.
It wasn't until the name of Gandalf rose to prominence that he realized he was the clown himself, not even as insightful as his own son.
Fortunately, he hadn't woken up too late, and there was still a chance to salvage the situation.
At this moment, a high elf with graying hair appeared behind the Sun King.
"Your Majesty, what you're doing is too risky!"
The Sun King turned around and saw that it was Grand Magister Belo'vir, the Speaker of the Silvermoon Council.
The Sun King took a deep look at the Grand Magister, who had maintained neutrality his entire life, and said meaningfully, "Old friend, this is the best way I could think of. Perhaps it's too much of a gamble, but I succeeded, didn't I?"
The Sun King knew that the truth of last night couldn't be hidden from this old friend. The two could be considered people of the same era, and after thousands of years of interaction, he knew too well that this Grand Magister wasn't as simple as the good old man he appeared to be.
However, the matter of last night had already been settled this morning. The group of Silvermoon Council members who had truly betrayed and fled had been convicted of treason, and the remaining councilors, regardless of whether they had problems or not, had all been summoned by the Sun King to defend the most dangerous city walls of Silvermoon City.
As descendants of the nation's founding families, these old fogeys had enjoyed so much power for so long, and today was the day for them to protect Silvermoon City and make contributions.
Belo'vir frowned: "Then what about Silvermoon City's Guardian Barrier? Your Majesty, you should know that without the protection of the barrier, we can't defend Silvermoon City with just the city walls. I went to inspect the three magical sanctums, and only the Triune Key was destroyed. As long as we find a suitable replacement, the magical barrier can still operate!"
"I've already arranged for someone to do it, Belo'vir. Let us guard the city walls." The Sun King interrupted the Grand Magister.
"Who is it?" Belo'vir was not very reassured.
"Rommath." The Sun King became somewhat impatient.
Rommath was Belo'vir's disciple, but compared to the neutral Grand Magister, his disciple was a pure member of the Royalist faction.
"In that case, I can rest assured," Belo'vir finally put down the worry in his heart. As long as the magical barrier could be restored, Silvermoon City would still have hope.
The Grand Magister's eyes became firm, and he tightly gripped the staff in his hand.
The Sun King felt a little guilty when he saw his old friend entering the state of readiness.
In fact, Belo'vir only saw the first layer of Anasterian's plan, which was to clear out the already corrupt members of the Silvermoon Council.
But he didn't know that the Sun King had an even deeper intention, which was to completely make the Silvermoon Council a thing of the past, leaving Kael'thas with a clearer ruling environment.
The Sun King had long been fed up. Thranduil had broadened his horizons, and he was now unusually clear-headed, unprecedentedly clear-headed.
The high elves, with a population of less than a million, had created a glorious kingdom, but in the thousands of years since the death of King Dath'Remar, they had not sought progress, but instead were keen on internal strife, with the Royalist faction and the Council faction, all fighting for the sake of fighting. In the end, there was not a single proposal that benefited the country and the people that could be put forward!
Let it all end. I will correct this mistake.
"I'm sorry, old friend, you will all die in battle with me, but don't worry, I've already asked Thranduil to notify the emissary of the Throne of Heroes in advance. When we meet next time, we may still be comrades..."
The Sun King finally suppressed the distractions in his heart and focused on observing the undead Scourge's army formation.
Many!
Very many!
Boundless, the entire periphery of the city wall was full of undead.
"Sacrifice is inevitable, but only the blood of sacrifice can recast the high elf kingdom!"
This was the last plan of the stubborn Anastarian.
Thranduil had thought about stopping him, but he hoped even more to see the kingdom he had once built rise again. Even if the road was full of suffering, it was still more valuable than being a group of vases under the protection of the Crusade!
Soon, under the gaze of tens of thousands of high elves on the city wall, Arthas rode Invincible to the front line.
"Can the mana cannons attack that undead commander?" The Sun King asked.
"No, Your Majesty, the commander is stopping just outside the maximum range of the mana cannons." Belo'vir, one of the researchers of the mana cannons, answered this question for the city defense general.
"Then, prepare to fight to the bitter end."
After the Sun King said these words, the mana cannons entered energy storage mode. Although the barrier had failed, the mana network's ley line transport was still operating, and the mana cannons could continuously use the magic power of the Sunwell.
Arthas observed the city walls of Silvermoon City.
Tall!
Magnificent!
Luxurious!
Useless decorations!
This was the capital of the high elves.
The magic barrier was not activated. Arthas was very satisfied with the work of the San'layn. Although he had lost most of them, at least the tortoise shell was gone.
Soon, at Arthas's signal, the acolytes directed the abominations to push the meat wagons forward.
In fact, Arthas wanted to wait until dark, as the undead didn't need light, but it would affect the high elves.
However, Tichondrius had been urging him for several days, and the Lich King had also conveyed his urgency.
So Arthas issued the order for a full-scale attack.
Before the gates of Silvermoon City, the Scourge's meat wagons were relentlessly launching corpse ammunition. This marked the first time Silvermoon's city walls had been struck by siege weaponry since their construction.
Even without the protection of a magical barrier, Silvermoon's walls were incredibly sturdy. After all, it was a magical kingdom, and its wealthy inhabitants spared no expense. Once the walls were built, various solidification spells and runic arrays were enchanted onto them, making them far more durable than ordinary brick and stone.
After several rounds of bombardment, the undead, under Arthas's command, surged forward like a tidal wave.
On the city walls, magic cannons roared, their shells not needing to aim. The Scourge's army was so dense that every strike detonated a massive pile of corpses.
Unfortunately, there were simply too many bodies. The walls of Silvermoon were now covered in bloodstains, and the protective runes had dimmed.
If they were just ordinary corpses, they wouldn't pose such a great threat to the walls. However, the necromancers and death knights within the Scourge could use the corpses as conduits to unleash necromantic explosions, causing immense damage to the walls!
Once! Twice! Three times!
Even the enchanted walls began to crack under the force of the corpse explosions!
Seeing the cracks in the walls, Arthas once again brandished Frostmourne. This time, in addition to skeletons, there were also many grotesque ghouls and towering abominations.
Soon, the mages on the walls took action!
The high elves possessed a vast number of mages. Led by several dozen Silvermoon council members, thousands of formal mages, along with many civilian mage apprentices, jointly cast a powerful combination spell.
"Flame Storm!"
"Wrath of Winter!"
These legion-level spells of fire and ice energy inflicted tons of damage on the undead army. In just half a day, tens of thousands of skeletons and zombies piled up outside Silvermoon City.
Although the results were significant, King Anasterian's expression remained grim.
Lor'themar Thranduil frowned, his face filled with worry: "Your Majesty, I will go and check on Rommath's progress."
If this continued, they wouldn't be able to hold out until the magical barrier was repaired. The Scourge would have already seized the city walls. After all, the undead didn't need to rest and didn't have morale issues, but the high elves needed time to recover their mana.
Lor'themar had already seen many intermediate mages starting to consume potions. Although these mana potions could restore their internal mana in a short period, their mental strength couldn't be restored so quickly. If this continued, they would eventually be crippled…
"No! Continue fighting!" The Sun King's tone was filled with unquestionable authority. "Did the citizens of Quel'Thalas forget how to fight once they left the magical barrier? When our ancestors arrived on this land, there was no magical barrier at all!"
"But…"
"Continue fighting, old friend!"
Lor'themar took a deep look at Anasterian. At this moment, he could no longer understand the King of the High Elves before him.
"I have a backup plan. Kael'thas is leading three legions back to reinforce us. Pass this message down and tell our people to hold on!"
Today, the Sun King was exceptionally assertive, reminding Lor'themar of the resolve he had shown three thousand years ago when he first ascended the throne and, against the advice of many, chose to form an alliance with the Arathorian Empire!
Lor'themar chose to obey his old friend, the King of the High Elves.
"As you command, Your Majesty!"
The undead launched countless attacks, consuming a vast number of troops, but Arthas remained unfazed. Wasn't the skeleton sea just a disposable resource?
Arthas once again waved Frostmourne, and a new round of siege began, but this time, new types of troops were added.
These were humanoid undead with exceptional jumping abilities. Like frogs, they hopped and leaped toward the city walls!
"Dawn Seekers, fire!"
The Dawn Seekers were a group of elites loyal to the King, selected from non-noble rangers. Each one was a sharpshooter.
Holding their phoenix longbows, they shot down a leaping ghoul with every shot.
Unfortunately, there were too few Dawn Seekers. Their other colleagues were guarding the Sunwell in the north with their leader, Sylvanas Windrunner.
Unfortunately, there were too many leaping ghouls, and the Dawn Seekers couldn't kill every one of them in mid-air.
Soon, the leaping ghouls that had slipped through landed on the city walls—one, two, three!
As a large number of Scourge undead scaled the walls, a fierce melee battle began.
The Sun King drew his weapons, holding Quel'dorei Gold Staff in his left hand and Flamescythe in his right. Seeing a leaping ghoul jump in front of him, he immediately condensed mana on the gold staff, quickly forming a fireball and launching it, blasting the ghoul in mid-air into pieces.
"Warriors of Quel'Thalas, hold on! Your prince is bringing reinforcements!"
"We have renewed the sacred alliance with Stromgarde. As long as we can hold out for another half a day, we will achieve victory!"
"For Quel'Thalas!"
"For the glory of the Sunwell!"
Encouraged by the Sun King, the morale of the defenders on the city walls soared, and the warriors began to fight bravely.
Arthas, in the distance, saw the Sun King, and a cold smile appeared on his lips, clearly indicating that he had concealed some means.
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
A section of the city wall collapsed!
Immediately afterward, a large number of crypt fiends emerged from under the collapsed city wall. Clearly, they had hollowed out the wall's foundation from underground!
With the city wall breached, without Arthas's command, a large number of undead directly surged toward the gap, attempting to break through the high elves' defenses and directly enter the city to wreak havoc.
"Wishful thinking!"
The Sun King led the Dawn Seeker guard directly toward the breach, using a human wall to block the gap!
Mana gathered on the Sun King's body. The king, who had not fought since ascending the throne, once again engaged in a life-and-death struggle before his people.
Leading the charge seemed to be a tradition in the world of Azeroth. Although the Lich King didn't have this idea, Arthas couldn't restrain himself any longer. He spurred Invincible toward the Sun King, followed closely by dozens of death knights.
Arthas had had enough. Originally, he had chosen to draw Frostmourne and willingly served the Lich King in order to obtain powerful strength to slay Mal'Ganis.
He originally thought that the Lich King was powerful beyond compare, but it turned out that he was just a prisoner of the Burning Legion, and there was a group of dreadlords interfering with his strategic policy!
Arthas thought of his deal with Galen. He had originally been skeptical of the information Galen revealed, but the appearance of Tichondrius made him realize that Galen had not deceived him!
He also wanted to be a player!
He didn't want anyone to continue riding on his head!
Not his father!
Not the dreadlords!
And certainly not the Lich King!
Today, he would offer the head of the High Elf King as a sacrifice!
Arthas, riding Invincible, began his charge, his eyes locked on the struggling Sun King.
Besides Arthas, there was another person within Silvermoon City also watching the Sun King.
Thranduil's gaze held a hint of admiration. This combat style of wielding a staff in one hand and a longsword in the other did indeed possess some of his own old flair.
Alas, it was only a hint. Back then, he himself had been just a step away from becoming a magical demigod, but unfortunately, he had ultimately perished due to the exhaustion of his lifespan.
His grandson was still far from his own peak.
Soon, Arthas, wielding Frostmourne, arrived outside the city walls. He raised Frostmourne, and black energy gathered on the sword's blade. Then, he swung it down, and black energy surged towards the Sun King's location!
Boom!
The entire collapsed section of the city wall, regardless of whether it was occupied by undead or high elf warriors, was annihilated by the black power of death, save for a massive chunk of ice!
That was the Sun King's self-preservation method after sensing the threat of death.
Arthas quietly waited for the ice barrier to dissipate.
Soon, the magnificent Flamescythe and the chilling Frostmourne collided. The Sun King retreated three steps, after all, Arthas had launched his charge on Invincible.
When Invincible made its third charge, the Sun King finally couldn't hold on any longer and collapsed into a pool of blood. The Flamescythe, his family heirloom, was also cleaved in two by Frostmourne.
Invincible brought Arthas before the Sun King.
"You have wasted too much of my time, pitiful elf," Arthas raised Frostmourne. "Accept the Lich King's summons!"
The black energy on Frostmourne shot towards the Sun King, but the Sun King's body transformed into a beam of white light and vanished.
Arthas abruptly turned his head, looking towards the city wall above. Lor'themar Thranduil stood there, with the Sun King, barely clinging to life, at his feet.
At the critical moment, the Grand Magister had teleported the Sun King away.
"Damn ants!"
As if sensing Arthas's rage, the city wall where Lor'themar stood trembled once more. Then, a giant beetle burrowed out from underground.
"Hmph! That is my prey, get out of the way!"
Arthas roared at the giant beetle.
The giant beetle shook its head, then moved its thick limbs, broke through the gap again, and charged into Silvermoon City.
"The nuisance is gone, now it's your turn, you damned mage."
Arthas prepared for a double kill.
After an unknown amount of time, just as Lor'themar was about to give up, a red signal flare rose into the sky from within Silvermoon City.
Then, a giant phoenix flew out. In front of the phoenix, the previously fearsome giant beetle was scurrying away with its head in its hands, the thick ice on its body already melted by the flames!
"Reinforcements are here! It's Prince Kael'thas's phoenix!"
The high elves in the city were overjoyed. Reinforcements had finally arrived! In their excitement, they didn't think about why the prince wasn't in the city, but the phoenix was?
However, before they could think further, an army charged out from the southeast of the Scourge, from the direction of Deatholme. After escaping from the Amani Catacombs, Kael'thas and his forces had advanced along the eastern mountains and finally reached Silvermoon City.
Unbeknownst to them, all of this was within the Sun King and Thranduil's plan. Galen was following closely behind Kael'thas, and Kael'thas's arrival time was calculated perfectly.
From afar, Kael'thas saw the broken city walls of Silvermoon City. This sight made his eyes tear. He immediately switched to his warhorse and led the Dawnstar Knights in a charge.
The Sunfury and Sunstrider legions followed closely behind.
Sylvanas and Alleria exchanged a glance and led the Firewing and Hawkstrider legions they had encountered on the way, also joining the charge.
Although Kael'thas had six legions behind him, their numbers were less than twenty thousand, which seemed insignificant in the hundreds of thousands of Scourge troops.
But they had to charge. Silvermoon City was vulnerable, and as the kingdom's legions, they had to charge through and regain control of the city walls.
They knew that the magical barrier had problems, otherwise, they wouldn't have slipped away from the Sunwell Plateau in such a sorry state.
But they had to charge through and defend Silvermoon City, even at the cost of their lives.
Kael'thas tightly held the reins of his warhorse, his eyes only on the two collapsed sections of the city walls.
Around him, flying shields were helping him block the Scourge's arrows, staves and longbows were launching ranged attacks, and battleaxes, daggers, longswords, and warhammers were killing all the undead that tried to get close!
Not enough!
Far from enough!
Too slow!
Kael'thas was anxious.
Then, Felo'melorn flew into his hands. Kael'thas began to gather all the magic in his body on the charging warhorse!
The gathering of magic caused the magical robes on his body to billow!
A huge and illusory fire phoenix appeared behind Kael'thas. As Kael'thas waved his staff forward, this fiery phoenix, burning with raging flames, began to dive towards the city walls!
It flapped its huge fiery wings, stirring up scorching air currents, clearing all the undead in its path, and opening a passage for Kael'thas.
All of this happened too quickly. No one had expected Kael'thas to have such talent in fire magic. They knew the prince was strong, but they didn't know he could be this strong, capable of casting a powerful legion-level spell all by himself!
Kael'thas was about to reach the city walls.
And Arthas on the city walls had just pierced through Kael'thas, and was about to transform the two, but found a high elf wearing red robes had come before him, the weapons in his hand were the Quel'dorei Golden Staff and the broken Flamescythe that the Sun King had just dropped.
"Ant, have you come to die too?" Arthas said contemptuously.
The strongest Grand Magisters in the two high elven kingdoms had already been defeated by him, and Arthas's heart was filled with boundless arrogance.
"Perhaps."
Lor'themar glanced at the Sun King lying on the ground.
However, the Sun King was already on the verge of death, but he was still holding on, waiting for Kael'thas to arrive.
"You killed my descendant. Although he was not very promising, I saw his mettle in the end, so he was not completely useless." Thranduil's magic poured into the Golden Staff and Flamescythe. The two weapons trembled slightly, as if they also sensed the familiar magic!
Staff and Sword Mastery Dath'Remar, has returned!
In Silvermoon City, the undead who had entered the city to carry out a massacre were completely annihilated by a suddenly appearing army.
This army wore the red armor of the high elves, with visored helmets, obscuring their faces and revealing only a pair of sharp eyes.
"For Kael'thas!"
"For the Sunstriders!"
With each cry, another undead was decapitated. The high elves, who had been in despair, finally breathed a sigh of relief; they would not die.
However, they knew nothing about this mysterious army, only able to speculate from their slogans that it was an army loyal to the Sunstrider family, perhaps a hidden force of the royal family!
Regardless of the truth, after today, the prestige of the Sunstrider family would once again resonate in the hearts of the high elves, once again becoming a banner of unity like it was six thousand years ago.
At the broken city wall.
Boom!
Arthas was once again sent flying.
"Who are you! There can't be someone this strong in the high elf kingdom!"
Arthas struggled to his feet, a look of shock in his eyes!
If the Sun King's combat power was 5,000 just now, then this guy in front of him is at least 10,000 or more!
"I am his grandfather!"
"Bullshit grandfather, the first Sun King died thousands of years ago, his bones should have turned to ash, Frostmourne couldn't even raise him!" Arthas spouted wildly.
"Impudent!"
A golden light flashed, and Arthas was once again sent flying by the Quel'dorei Golden Staff, leaving a phoenix mark-like bloodstain on his face.
A group of death knights tried to rescue Arthas, but they were all beheaded by Thranduil.
A wave of will descended, quickly controlling Frostmourne to collect the souls of the death knights.
"Leave here now!"
Ner'zhul directly issued an order to Arthas.
"The time is too short, your body has not been strengthened to the extreme by the power of death, you cannot withstand too much of my power, you are no match for him at the moment!"
"Hmph!"
Arthas snorted displeasedly: "One day I will kill you and transform you into my servant!"
"Oh?"
Thranduil raised an eyebrow.
"I'll wait for you!"
Seeing that he had no intention of stopping him, Arthas jumped down from the city wall, landing squarely on the back of the fleeing giant beetle, leaving before Kael'thas's army reached the city wall.
Galen followed the Farstrider Legion into Silvermoon City, at the rear of the high elf legions.
Coincidentally, a blue magical barrier reappeared, enveloping the entire city.
"Oh!"
"The barrier is restored!"
"We succeeded!"
"Long live Quel'Thalas!"
"Long live the Sunstriders!"
The remaining guards and residents in the city shouted wildly, enjoying the excitement of surviving a catastrophe!
Compared to the city, the city wall was filled with gloom.
"Father!"
Kael'thas came to the Sun King's side, who was now on his last breath, barely holding on until his son arrived.
Liadrin tried to heal the Sun King's injuries, but he stopped her.
"Kael, I will eventually depart. Quel'Thalas is entrusted to you. That is Prince Thranduil, also of the Sunstrider bloodline. He will assist you in how to govern our people!"
"No! Father! I'll go ask Galen to heal you, you won't die!"
Kael'thas was anxious, and when he got up to leave, he was firmly grasped by his father's hand.
"No! I have ruled Quel'Thalas for three thousand years, but the kingdom is decaying. Now it is like a phoenix, being reborn. Kael, the future belongs to you young people."
After saying that, the Sun King closed his eyes.
The stubborn Sun King, in his own way, took away the decaying Silvermoon City, and at the same time personally ended his rule, leaving his son with a group of reawakened people.
When Galen ascended the city wall, he happened to see his spirit rise into the sky, collected by the Altar of Kings.
"My condolences, Kael."
Galen didn't offer much comfort. The Sun King's death was his own choice, just like a certain village chief, he wanted to use his death to awaken the people who were immersed in peace.
Moreover, the Sun King only died physically, his spirit is still there.
What if he just finished comforting him, and Kael'thas cheered up and went to appease the people, and then the Sun King's soul suddenly appeared and said: "Son, I'm dead, but I haven't disappeared, surprised, delighted?"
Are you kidding me, is this a comedic style?
"Silvermoon City needs you, your people need you!"
"That's right, Galen, I understand. The people of Quel'Thalas need me!"
Kael'thas braced himself against his grief and began to arrange for several legions to clear the remaining undead in the city. After all, the Scarlet Legion only annihilated most of them, and a small number were scattered throughout the city, which the high elves needed to solve themselves.
Galen had already helped as much as he could. The magical barrier of Silvermoon City had been restored. With the Scourge's current combat strength, it was impossible to break through this tortoise shell powered by the Sunwell.
In addition, the fleets of Kul Tiras and Stromgarde had already headed north, and the armies of Stormwind and the dwarves traveling with them had also landed in Southshore. The Scourge didn't have much time left.
Unless at this moment, the Lich King moved his secret weapon, the Scourge necropolis, from Icecrown Glacier to Quel'Danas Island.
Galen was eager for him to do so. The tens of thousands of gryphon riders under his command were already eager for battle. If the necropolis dared to appear in Galen's sight, those necropolises, which cost the Lich King a lot of time and energy, and were built using a large number of precious materials from Northrend, would belong to Trollbane!
And the Scourge was indeed in a dilemma, just as Galen had thought.
The Scourge detachment that attacked Gilneas from the south, after being defeated by the worgen, Les Frostwhisper, who commanded this army, came from Stromgarde. Relying on his familiarity with the Hillsbrad region, he continued to engage in the business of grave robbing, once restoring the number of this detachment to 200,000.
Then he remembered his hometown, the Arathi Highlands, and the Stromgarde kingdom, whose population had exploded in the past decade. So, in order to obtain more soldiers to please the Lich King, he chose to attack his original country, directly marching east!
As a result…
Ner'zhul's vision in the Hillsbrad region went dark within a few hours…
"Damn it!"
The Lich King's angry roar came to Arthas's ears!
"What happened? Great master!"
Arthas asked.
"No, it's nothing!"
The Lich King was unwilling to tell his strongest death knight about the defeat in the south; he also had to save face.
"We need to leave the north."