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Faced with the undead's tactics of paving the way and building bridges at the expense of their own lives, the Queldorei were dumbfounded but helpless.

They are just a group of rangers. Although they are all highly skilled, they still have the limitations of rangers - they have neither heavy weapons nor magicians. This means that they have no ability to wear this "human floating bridge" and can only watch helplessly. They watched the Scourge Legion quickly cross the chasm they had relied on.

In desperation, Hillvanas had no choice but to issue the order to retreat again.

Rangers are good at fighting in the forest. For the rangers, the forest is their best support and cover. With the power of the forest, the rangers can often fight against enemies that are several times larger than them. But the undead are undoubtedly an exception.

In the undead, quantitative changes have reached qualitative changes.

Previous battles have proven that the travel battles that the rangers are good at are meaningless in front of the Scourge. The traps and ambushes of the rangers may be able to kill a small number of undead, but this is just a drop in the bucket in front of the huge number of Scourge legions, but the Scourge legions can rely on their huge numbers to carry out carpet-like searches, leaving the rangers with no way to escape. The earth - just like the demons that the elves surrounded and suppressed Zu Aman fifteen years ago.

It can be said that the way of heaven is reincarnation, no matter who the heaven bypasses.

To make matters worse, the undead army brought endless death and corruption wherever they passed. The forests they passed through were almost all withered under the influence of necromancy and became a dead land. That is the future ghost land.

Although Hillvanas is brave, he is not stupid. Knowing that he cannot stop the enemy, he will naturally not let his subordinates make unnecessary sacrifices.

But sometimes, even if we know it is unnecessary, sacrifice is still inevitable.

The retreat lasted for most of the day [The rangers had retreated to Qingfeng Village—a relatively large elf village in Yongsong Forest.

After the initial shock, the villagers responded immediately and tried their best to help the rangers, from bandaging the wounded to picking up weapons to prepare for battle - even the most ordinary Saint Erdore survived hundreds or thousands of years. There will never be a time when you can't restrain the chicken. At the same time, Hillvanas also ordered those who were unable to fight to go to Silvermoon City immediately.

"Don't take anything, evacuate now, immediately!"

When a woman nodded to her and ran up the ramp to the higher part of the house, Hillvanas reminded her urgently.

"But there's still something in our room upstairs—"

Hillvanas turned to look at her, her eyes seemed to be burning with shining flames.

"Don't you understand? The undead are coming to us! They won't tire, they won't slow down, and they use our decedent to expand their army! We can only delay them, just for a moment. So, take your family with you People leave quickly!"

The woman seemed startled by the Ranger General's answer, but she still obeyed her order and soon gathered her whole family and ran along the road towards the capital.

Arthas won't be held back for long.

Hillvanas glanced at the wounded around him and thought to himself. They can't stay here and have to move to Silver Moon City. As for the few remaining healthy soldiers, she still has to ask them to work harder, maybe give everything they have... They all, like her, have sworn to protect the people, to raise troops for a thousand days and to use them for a while. Now is the time for them to fulfill their vows.

As a ranger general, Hillvanas is familiar with most of Quel'Thalas' terrain. She remembered that there was an abandoned tower just between the Elrendar River and Silvermoon City, built in the era of the first Sun King Dath'Remar, and occupied by Quel'dorei during the First Troll War. After conquering all of Quel'Thalas and driving the Amani trolls to Zul'Aman, this tower and a large number of military fortresses in Quel'Thalas were either abandoned or used for other purposes.

Based on the route the Scourge marched along, Hillvanas judged that Alsace would open a path and continue his journey without turning or turning back, continuing to extend the purple-black scar all the way until he reached the Silver Moon. city. And this tower will be the only way for them to pass.

Therefore, this tower is perfect for laying out defenses. The narrow ramp of the tower can avoid being swarmed by the undead, and each floor is open to the outside. On the tower, she and her rangers can cause huge amounts of damage to the enemy, at least until they all die. Such... It's a pity that until now, she still hasn't been able to see the boy for the last time, fifteen years...

Thinking of this, Hillvanas Windrunner took a deep breath, wet her hot cheeks, and then drank some water to calm down.

She stood up and summoned all the soldiers who could still move to prepare for battle, and this would undoubtedly be their last battle.

It was a rather desolate tower. The last time anyone entered here was probably hundreds of years ago. Today, the tower has become a paradise for moss and vines. But under the green outer cells, the gunpowder smoke from the Quel'dorei ancestors can still be vaguely smelled.

This is the "burial place" she chose for herself.

"May the heroic spirits of my ancestors bless me and Quel'Thalas."

Praying silently in his heart, General Ranger led his men into the tower.

While the rangers were nervously cleaning the inside of the tower and building their own positions - or tombs - the once sweet and fresh air carried the smell of decay with the distant wind. This familiar smell was... The rangers are facing a powerful enemy.

A scout came from a distance and gestured to Hillvanas, and she responded.

"Undead found," she told her men calmly, and they all nodded. "Get to your seats, right away."

The rangers immediately followed the order, like well-oiled dwarf machinery. The dragon eagle knights flew towards the south where the enemy was attacking, followed by a group of archers and melee soldiers, who would form the first line of defense.

The best shooters among the rangers will be arranged on the rotating chute on the upper floor of the tower, while the rest will be arranged on the bottom floor of the building.

They didn't have to wait long, either for enemies or death.

If Hillvanas had once held out a faint hope that the decay of the corpses would reduce the number of enemies, that hope was now dashed like crystal dropped on a stone floor. She had already seen the vanguard of the enemy: rotting zombies followed by skeletal soldiers [abominations with large electric weapons on their main insect arms. Gargoyles hover above their heads like Vultures.

The enemy is about to break through the defense line.