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The high elves of Silvermoon City had no idea that their ruler had been killed by the undead natural disaster.

At the moment, they are doing their best to bravely resist the army of the undead.

As the first ghoul came within shooting range, the elves immediately showed off their powerful bow and arrow skills. Locust-like arrows poured out like a violent storm towards the charging undead army, giving them huge amounts. Of killing, whether on the city wall or in the military formation, rangers and archers fired their bows at the same time. Wave after wave of arrow rain completely covered the undead team. In the blink of an eye, the undead and ghouls fell to the ground after being struck by arrows.

The first wave of undead was wiped out under the rain of arrows before it approached the elves' military formation. No undead could touch the shield wall formed by the elves.

But faced with this scene, the undead commander Baron Rivendell didn't even blink, and coldly issued the order to attack again.

This is the advantage of the undead over the living. Decedent is cold and ruthless. Their army has no so-called morale at all. No matter what losses they suffer, as long as the commander gives an order, the remaining army will continue to obey the order obediently. ——Even if the order is to die.

Rivendell was the lord of Stratholme and an early pioneer who joined the Silver Hand. He once fought alongside the high elves in the Second Orc War. He would definitely understand the power of the elven archers.

In fact, his purpose was to consume their bows and arrows and their physical strength.

The Scourge of the Undead has a constant supply of cannon fodder to consume. After the first wave, there will be a second wave, and a third wave... The Scourge of the Undead has more than a million cannon fodder. On the other hand, the high elves, although they are all elite, can't be counted in numbers. It is really limited, the total population is only a few hundred thousand, and the hastily assembled soldiers are only tens of thousands. For Rivendell, being able to use these cannon fodder to consume the power of elites would be profitable even if he exchanged twenty for one.

The undead cannon fodder was sent out in three waves, and the high elves' arrow rain was also sent out in three waves. Finally, during the fourth wave of charges, the situation was somewhat different.

Vereesa, the ranger leader in the army, discovered that these undead were no longer the miscellaneous ones in the first wave. Most of them were wearing shields, and there were also huge, fat abominations among them, rushing towards the elves under the dense rain of arrows.

"Kill those pointy ears! Kill...every living thing!"

This charge was much more serious than the previous ones. The shield effectively curbed the damage caused by arrows to the undead, and the abominations stitched together from corpses treated the flying arrows as if they were tickling. This kind of huge amounts of Stitch Monster has rough skin and thick flesh, and basically no vital points on its body. Even if Marksman can accurately shoot the arrow into its head, it cannot really kill it.

In this case, the magicians and priests behind the rangers were dispatched.

The magicians summoned strong winds and flames, sweeping through the ranks of the undead, disrupting their formation and preventing the undead shields from forming an array, fully ensuring the damage of the bows and arrows.

The priests cast another blazing holy light on the abominations, and the power of death was dissipated. The bodies of the abominations seemed to be burned by flames and began to fester, shatter, and turn into charcoal, exuding the smell of barbecue. But their vitality was so strong that most of them charged at least tens of meters before falling down.

After all, this kind of monster was originally designed to absorb damage. So far, they have completed their mission.

Although the high elves' firepower caused huge amounts of damage to the undead, relying on the cover of these "high level cannons~||ash", the Scourge Legion was still able to slowly approach the elves' front line.

Seeing this scene, the elf guards standing directly in front of the battlefield quickly and neatly set up a shield wall. The large gold-red kite-shaped shields like works of art were placed close to each other, and the bottoms were inserted into the soil, forming a sparkling shield wall in the blink of an eye. The second row of elf guards raised their shields diagonally upwards, forming a second layer for the shield wall, perfectly protecting their compatriots from the threat of thrown objects.

In the gaps between the shield walls, three rows of spearmen stretched out three rows of five-meter-long sharp spears at three different angles, adding an aura of death to the steel wall.

Finally, amid the rain of arrows and gunpowder smoke, the black torrent representing the natural disaster of the undead slammed into the golden-red wall.

Each rotting corpse was pierced by the spear and hung directly on the spear, but more undead were still advancing one after another. The death of their companions was completely unable to arouse any emotional fluctuations in their dark souls.

Then came the second batch, the third batch...

The black, white, undead tide was like a huge wave crashing on a solid reef. Hundreds of undead hit the shield wall of the elves, and their flesh and blood spattered, but they could not cause any harm to them, not even a little bit. Retreat is impossible.

The art-like array coordination of the elves finally showed its true power in the iron-blooded killing field.

The undead's onslaught seems thrilling, but in fact it has no effect. The shield wall did shake under the onslaught of undead, but that was all.

Different from the short-lived species, the soldiers of the high elves are all experienced in hundreds of battles. Even the new recruits have received at least decades of military training. Their mastery of tactical skills and the tacit understanding between them have already Instincts are engraved in through long-term training.

Rivendell looked coldly at the heavy casualties of his own army, his face expressionless.

Under the iron walls of the high elves, the undead vanguard suffered thousands of casualties? But to him, these casualties were just part of the initial temptation of the war.

Now he has successfully tested the combat effectiveness of the Elf Legion. It is true that the military discipline is strict and elite, but it is still expected.

He issued new orders to the undead troops one after another. More abominations began to be thrown into the battlefield, and undead magicians began to brew magic of plague and death. A large number of nerubians began to dig holes on the spot, preparing to harass the elves' flanks through the caves and destroy their formation.

At the same time, in the sky that had fallen into darkness, a darker and deeper cloud floated towards Silver Moon City. It was hundreds of gargoyles, and they began to threaten the elves from the sky.

What's even more frightening is that behind the gargoyles, a powerful sense of oppression containing coldness and death is quickly approaching the battlefield.

The endless methods of the undead left the high elves in a panic.

Facing enemies in the air, the elves had to send out their Dragon Eagle Knights to hinder them.

Facing countless hatreds, the priests who had just finished casting the spell were unable to rest at all, and had to brace themselves to pray for the power of the Holy Light again.

Faced with the disease clouds and death curses summoned by the undead magicians, the elves magicians also began to use their tricks to fight each other in the magician way.

In order to guard against the attack of the cave demons, a team of magicians began to jointly cast spells. Under the guidance of their captain, the astromancer Solanlian, they cast "...turn mud into stone" on the nearby earth to block the underground. of excavation.

But what was even more troublesome was the shadow falling from the sky.

A Dragon with only skeletons left came to the sky above the battlefield with a breath of frost.

The elves had no idea that the undead had such a deadly weapon in their hands.

As one of the most powerful species in Azeroth, the adult Dragon still possesses legendary power even after death. This dead sky king can kill dozens of elves instantly even with a simple breath.

Definitely, even in the face of such an opponent, the proud elves magicians can still claim to be worthy of a fight.

But what is even worse now is that Quel'Thalas, which prides itself on magic and has long had a large number of magicians, is now facing a problem of insufficient magicians.

The Sunwell is too important to the high elves. In order to support the Sunwell, the Elf King has deployed too many magicians, resulting in a shortage of magicians on the battlefield today.

According to the tactical habits of high elves, the magicians on the battlefield will be divided into several teams and cast magic in turns to ensure that most magicians have enough time to recover. "Time-continuous combat ability - this is the only magician of high elves A luxurious behavior warehouse that can only be achieved by a group.

But until now, most of the Magician regiments on the battlefield have to go into battle, and they no longer have the ability to continue fighting.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Baron Rivendell finally showed a satisfied smile.

The high elves' trump cards finally ran out under his pressure. Now, it's time to give them a fatal blow.

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