Chapter 460 31. Wrath of Nature
This world, all worlds, are moving forward according to a specific trajectory. Countless facts have proved that in a normal world history, every hero who shines endlessly in major events will eventually die quietly. forgotten in time.
This world does not revolve around a certain person, and whoever lives or dies will not change the trajectory of the world. Even the timeline guarded by the bronze dragons who have recently disappeared and searched for traces has countless branches, representing Unpredictable features of the future.
Just like the news of the disappearance of the Sun King and nearly a thousand phoenix guards in Quel'Thalas now, in the melee of life and death in Quel'Thalas, neither side can choose to retreat.
In fact, no one can back down.
On the southeast coast of the city, on the land around the rune stones that were destroyed at the beginning of the war, the surging undead have completely occupied this coast, and the elf towns near the sea have been looted. Approaching the Sanctuary on the edge of Eversong Woods.
These sanctuaries are very important magic power nodes of Banti Raynor's enchantment, more important than ordinary rune stones. Once several sanctuaries fall, it means that the mysterious Banti Raynor's enchantment will be completely destroyed. The earth will lose its last bulwark of refuge.
However, the battle around the sanctuary is nothing compared to the battle inside Silvermoon City at this time... The high elves have been building since the beginning of time, and until 6800 years later, they have completely occupied this area. The giant city covering a quarter of the land has now been completely divided into two regions.
In the east of the city, from the Far Traveler Square commemorating the rangers to the Royal Exchange, where every day is making money, the city, including most of the shopping streets, has fallen under the control of the Northland Undead. The building with a strong elf style has become a ruin full of gunpowder under the ravages of several crypt lords and brainless corpses.
There are no signs of life in these ruins, and all the citizens living in them have been turned into their members by the undead. These cursed undead staggered under the control of the only will in their minds, as if Like mercury pouring down the ground, rushing from every street corner to the King's Court.
The block still controlled by the high elves is centered on the Sunfury Spire. Under the insistence of the mages of the Fire Wing Legion with all their strength, a purple magic barrier covering half of the city is in operation. The world is like a high wall erected in the city, preventing any undead from invading the territory of the living.
From the Sunfury Spire to the south, a trail full of corpses and ashes divides the city in uneven layers. Those civilians who escaped are waiting to be transferred within the barrier, and there are also scattered undead outside the city. In the case of the army, letting civilians leave the city on their own is simply sending them on the road to suicide.
And guarding the staggered defense line, in addition to the Rangers and rangers who rushed back from the front line, there are also Silver Hand paladins from Stratholme District. The scorching power of the holy light in their hands is For the undead, it is more deadly than the magic and arrows of the elves.
"Not the same, totally different."
On a line of defense in Silvermoon City, a veteran of the Silver Hand swung his warhammer, and easily threw the skinny, brainless, and savage elf walking corpse to the ground. His left hand swung downward, The holy light emitting golden light hit the struggling walking corpse, completely igniting his cursed body almost instantly.
While the ashes were splashing, the paladins around him roared forward, smashing away the undead that kept rushing with their heavy shields. Behind them, the rangers picked up arrows from the holy water buckets beside them, each arrow Can set a running corpse on fire.
"It's so easy."
The veteran of the Silver Hand sighed with emotion, and said to the recruits beside him:
"Compared to those difficult dark blade undead in southern border, these northern undead are really too weak, not at the same level at all."
The recruit had obviously never participated in the battle between Arathi and Khaz Modan. He held his sword in both hands and chopped down the nerubian soldier who was pinned to the ground by arrows. Veteran, he asked curiously:
"Old Burke, tell me what happened to the Dark Blade Undead?"
"They, how should I put it, like these mindless walking corpses..."
Leaning on his warhammer, the old soldier pointed at the corpses of the elves that were constantly being ignited by the fireballs of the mages and the sharp arrows of the rangers. He said in a nostalgic tone:
"It is impossible for this kind of fragile walking corpse to appear in the dark blade's army. Let me just say that, those dark blade undead, the lowest-level skeleton soldiers, they are completely in the form of skeletons, but they are equipped with steel weapons. Armor and weapons, each of which has about the same strength as yours, and they have no flesh, no matter how sharp a long sword is, it means nothing to them."
"boom"
The veteran picked up the hammer and knocked over a spider mage who came out of the ground with a hammer. He turned back and said to the recruit:
"Warhammer! Heavy weapons are the best thing to deal with them. Those skeletons are more durable than these walking corpses, and they move much faster than them. Under the command of the death knight, those skeletons can even perform some simple tactics. Rookies, look at these dead people in front of you, they will just rush over and be killed."
"You probably haven't seen a death knight yet... we'll talk as we go."
Veteran Burke waved to the recruits behind him. Under the cover of the archers, the group quietly approached a tall Frost vrykul who was roaring outside the position looking for a challenge. This kind of tall undead veteran also I haven't seen it before, but reason tells him that this thing is not more dangerous than the death knight of the dark blade.
"I heard that those death knights look similar to humans, but not only can they ride horses and fight like knights, but they can also use some terrifying black magic."
One of the recruits murmured, and the veteran shrugged and turned around and said:
"That's not the black magic of the country witch, it's necromancer magic, we fight with holy light, they fight with death energy, that thing is similar to holy light... but it hits you, or it's cold, or it's corrosion , in short, that is not a spell that living people can use, and their rune weapons are very strange..."
"But the most important thing is that those death knights are intelligent, this is their scariest part, he can think like a normal person, which means that they will not take the initiative to step into those obvious traps, and they It's the dead, they don't fear."
The veteran seemed to have recalled some bad memories, and he said with an ugly face:
"In the group charge led by the high-level death knight, unless you directly defeat the high-level knight, those low-level knights and skeleton infantry will not stop fighting."
While talking, the veteran gestured towards the elf rangers on the rear front. The next moment, sharp arrows stained with holy water roared and shot from the rear of the position, catching the roaring Frost Vrykul by surprise.
At the moment when the tall undead was dodging in embarrassment, the veteran seized the opportunity and jumped down from a high place like a lone wolf. The warhammer in his hand was shining with scorching brilliance, and the hammer hit the frost vrykul's head Head, he jumped to the ground, shouting to the nervous recruits behind him:
"Pull! Pull it down!"
"Swish Swish Swish"
Three chains smashed at the retreating vrykul from three directions. Amidst the shouts of the recruits, the tall half-giant was pulled down on the battlefield amidst a burst of roar. It struggled frantically, and several Two veterans who had experienced the Arathi War cooperated with each other, rushed to it with weapons in hand, and immediately poured a small bucket of concentrated holy water on the guy's face.
The rest of the knights seized the opportunity to output crazily beside the howling Frost Vrykul's body. In just a few seconds, the powerful Frost Vykul's head was smashed to pieces.
"Fu... This is much easier to deal with than those cunning high-ranking knights. Although the number of Darkblade Undead is small, each of them is a difficult soldier. These...these Northland Undead have a large number, but they are more like They are resurrected civilians, let’s put it this way, if the army under Tyrion’s bastard is attacking Quel’Thalas today, we will be ready for a hard fight, or even annihilation.”
Old Burke wiped the sweat from his forehead. Under the admiring eyes of the recruits, he smiled, looked back at the battlefield, and then waved:
"The elves with long ears seem to be able to hold on. Let's go back to the battle line to rest for 10 minutes, and then go to the city to have a look. The big knight needs more samples of undead, and we have to find some more."
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"The number of undead in the city has reached a staggering 370,000. Most of them are resurrected dead. The tombs around Silvermoon City have been dug up. In addition to the undead cruising around, their number is growing wildly, but ..."
Archmage Rommath, who lost an arm in Khaz Modan, looked haggard, but the light in his eyes did not look like a frail old man at all. He stood on the top of the Sunfury Tower, overlooking the On the battlefield, from time to time, scorching hell flames are sprinkled in front of those under pressure.
Behind him was the pale Prince Kael'thas.
"In a battlefield where there are no tall vrykul undead and frost dragons, or crypt lords, the attack intensity of these strange undead is not as strong as the dark blade undead in Arathi Highlands...compared to my experience in Kazmo The offense of those death knights that Dan encountered was much worse."
The Archmage whispered:
"This is a force whose fighting style is completely different from that of the Dark Blade Undead. From the looks of it, they seem to rely solely on numerical superiority to fight."
"That is to say, we can withstand it?"
The prince's eyes narrowed, and in those beautiful green eyes, there was a trace of deep-seated hatred, and he said softly:
"How long can Silvermoon City last?"
"Judging from the current situation, we can persist for a long time. The high-level combat power of this undead army is too small. As long as we withstand the pressure of the local battlefield, those slow-moving corpses will not pose too much threat to us. , the high mobility of the rangers can just restrain these walking corpses."
The archmage analyzed clearly:
"The long-term premise here is that the undead will not use other moths... Wait, what is that?"
Archmage Romance's surprised voice made Prince Kael'thas couldn't help turning his head. Looking out to the sea from the tallest Sunfury Spire in Silvermoon City, on the coast full of undead, a strange green Spread at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"Is that... is that a plant?"
There was a hint of surprise in the prince's voice, and the undead seemed to have discovered the strange power spreading from the coast. Under the gaze of the mages, those green plants were like a spread carpet, under the blessing of some kind of power. , is spreading from the coastline towards the entire Quel'Thalas in a gesture of engulfing everything.
"They're... eating those undead! Unbelievable!"
The voice of the archmage Lana Thiel had a little more fear at this moment. Under their gaze, the undead walking corpses blocking the plant spread crowded together, and before they even had time to disperse, they were "covered" by overwhelming green plants ".
The walking corpses struggled forward on the green "carpet", but their bodies were entangled by the green grass on the ground. They couldn't even make a terrified roar, but were grabbed and covered by the vines protruding from the ground. Then it becomes the "nutrient" for the new plants. The once devouring forests animated by the elves in Northern Stranglethorn have once again appeared in Quel'Thalas.
But the difference between the two is that the forest activated by the elves only covers Northern Stranglethorn Vale, while the forest catalyzed by the growing Seed of Life is enough to completely cover the entire Quel'Thalas... Although the Seed of Life catalyzes The core of the hair had been taken away by Tyrion, but the energy remaining in the torso of the plant burned by the flames was enough to complete this "Nature's Revenge".
Plants come alive! They are killing life!
This scene made everyone who noticed it feel an inexplicable panic. No one knew where these crazy plants came from, and ignorance of a certain existence would always make people feel fear.
On the side of the undead, the voice of the supreme Lich King sounded in the minds of the high-level undead who were always paying attention to the battlefield of Silvermoon City:
"Plants, the huge life energy erupts on the bottom of the sea. Before it stops, the crazy plants will not stop devouring everything. Everyone... Move to the southeast coast!"
"quick!"
The undead Scourge of the Lich King is far more obedient to orders than any legion in this world. At the moment when the Lich King's order was issued, the undead who were frantically attacking the high elves' defense line almost turned around in unison. Overhead, under the guidance of the will in the mind, head towards the crack in the southeast of the city.
This scene made the soldiers on the entire front stunned for a moment, while Prince Kael'thas looked back at the green "carpet" that was constantly spreading inland, as well as the big tree forests that had grown up by the sea, and the distant sea. , On the burning Isle of Quel'Danas, a sense of powerlessness enveloped the prince's heart at this moment.
After a while, his fingers waved down feebly.
"Evacuate..."
"Your Highness! We can't give up on Silvermoon City...this is..."
"If something makes the undead feel afraid, then we have enough reasons to fear it. The city is not important, and the history of the high elves is not just a city. The people...our people are the most important."
Kael'thas Sunstrider clenched his fists:
"Evacuate! Evacuate the rest of our people from this land that has become dangerous. I have lost my father. I don't want my people to suffer like this."
"I... I only have them left."