blenderwars Chapter 173 The trap of the undead king, the struggle of Sylvanas!
Chapter 173 The trap of the undead king, the struggle of Sylvanas!
Quel'Thalas, the base camp of the ranger, Qingfeng Village.
Sylvanas has lost her seventh ranger camp.
To be precise, except for the large fortress Dysom at the far southernmost tip of the Ghostlands and the important encampment Tarqueline Post that has been surrounded.
All Quel'Thalas strongholds in the Ghostlands have been removed.
The Tower of the Morning Star and the Temple of the Sun at the Magi Council of Silvermoon City have been out of contact for three days.
All the civilians in Jinwu Village and Fengxing Village were slaughtered, which made the entire Quel'Thalas panic.
Therefore, the Silvermoon Council also put a lot of pressure on Sylvanas, demanding that she must pacify the hidden dangers of the undead as soon as possible.
"Hazardous!
"...In the eyes of those idiots, these 70,000 undead are just "hidden dangers"!
Sylvanas had lost the indifference and calmness of three days ago.
She pinched the order sent from the Silver Moon Council, and her silver teeth were almost crushed.
When she saw the smoke rising from Jinwu Village, she didn't want to send troops to rescue, but she also discovered the weakness of her army.
Liadrin is right, without holy water, without priests, ordinary soldiers have no hope of victory in the face of a huge number of undead!
Even with the help of the powerful magic of the mages, it can only temporarily equalize the situation. Although Quel'Thalas is known as the "city of mages"
But not every elves are qualified mages.
High elves inherit the advantages of the elves and have a long life, but it is extremely difficult to reproduce.
Although it has been rooted in Quel'Thalas for 7000 years, now, the entire population of Quel'Thalas is only 200W.
Even only a third of the total population of Lordaeron.
Every elf's life is precious, but now, Sylvanas has to put their lives at stake.
It was the third time that Tarqueline Post had asked for help, and Sylvanas couldn't make any more demands on this post that had persisted in the Sea of the Undead for three days.
She couldn't hide in the defensive rune and wait.
Although the amount of holy water was far from sufficient, Sylvanas decided.
Send troops today to bring back the heroes from Tarqueline Post.
Sylvanas' plan was risky, but she believed that after the mage troops cleared the road from Clearwind Village to Tarqueline's Outpost.
With the high mobility of the ranger troops, they can completely withdraw to the defensive rune before the undead encircle.
Sylvanas rode her chocobo when the 4,000 rangers set off, and she now regrets it.
I didn't keep that Liadrin by my side, because what she said had been confirmed one by one.
Over 3 days, the rangers destroyed at least 100 gargoyles.
But Sylvanas knew that this dark monster must have filled the entire ghost land.
Due to the small number of Dragon Eagle troops serving as reconnaissance, they were completely unable to clear the airspace.
So before the war, the Rangers lost their greatest advantage - stealth!
But again, Sylvanas couldn't help...
Like she said to Liadrin, there are things she has to do!
"Theron! After I leave."
"You and Halduron each bring two Ranger troops, as a support, waiting for my news! 35
Lor'themar nodded as Sylvanas gave the order to the two lieutenants who were following behind him.
Another young ranger lord with golden hair, a silver headband, and a gorgeous heavy crossbow on his back, also nodded to indicate that he knew.
The female general took a last look at the bright sunshine of Qingfeng Village and Quel'Thalas, and the buildings with a strong elf style behind them.
Suddenly there was a bad feeling in her heart, she shook her head and threw it aside.
Then raised his left hand, waved down, and 4,000 rangers and mages marched forward.
Bravely stepped out of the protection of Quel'Thalas defensive runes.
On the other side, Alsace, who was sitting on a big icy rock, closed his eyes and meditated, and stood up.
In the gargoyle's spiritual connection, Arthas saw the sight of elven rangers stepping out of the defensive runes.
This made the eyes of the King of Death Knights, who had been waiting for an opportunity, light up. He pulled out the magic sword Frostmourne from the stone in front of him, and when he lifted it lightly, the stone cracked.
And under the blessing of His Majesty's will, on the empty ground around him.
Countless pairs of blood-red undead fires ignited violently, and even the ground began to vibrate violently.
"The prey is in the net!"
"My good hunters, act!
Arthas stepped on the neighing skeleton horse, his once favorite mount, invincible.
With one hand waved forward, the gargoyles hanging upside down on the dead tree trunks in the dense forest behind them flapped their wings and rushed into the sky screaming, covering the sky.
Under this dark sky, their hideousness is even more evident.
Blessed by Frostmourne's death force, the skeleton warhorse flapped the black and tattered bat wings that should not exist, took a few steps, and flew into the sky with its villainous master.
On the other side, the death knights lurking on the outskirts of the ghost land also received the master's will from the spiritual network shared by Frostmourne.
So at this moment, if you look down from the sky, you can see three black cavalry.
From three directions, they are rushing to the location of Tarqueline Post.
All this, Sylvanas, who is traveling at high speed, does not know!
But the two sides who were about to meet did not find out that on the battlefield at the southernmost end of the ghost land, there were also teams waiting quietly, and they began to start slowly.
The leader is officially the Knight of the Round Table Liadrin.
"Paladin, charge with me""!"
Liadrin rode on the tall Holy Light warhorse, calling out to her subordinates, Myra, and the Blade of Dawn to drive the warhorse.
Quickly following behind Liadrin, the other Paladins charged towards the sea of undead that stood in front of the team.
After the Knights Templar completed their mission to escort the refugees of Lordaeron...
Deported from the Kingdom of Stromgard for entering Stromgard's borders without authorization.
Even at this moment of crisis, three of the five northern kingdoms have perished.
Only Stormgard and Gilneas remained, and Gilneas was mired in internal rebellion.
This seems to have made Stromgard the new king Galin who just took over the crown, and Thorbane saw the hope of unifying the northern border.
Ignoring Danas, Thorbane strongly discouraged him, detained the refugees from Lordaeron, and expelled the Knights Templar.
Give up supporting the Silver Forest and build a defense line in the Blehilde Hills, ready to let the undead ravage the northern frontier.
Then send troops to reclaim those lands.
He underestimated the power of the undead.
The Knights Templar, who were preparing to evacuate, was summoned by the commander and came to the Land of Ghosts.
"Holy Light! Purify this land!"
Liadrin held the shining Queldera infused with holy energy in her hand.
Every swipe, can set off a swirling frenzy in the sea of undead.
After turning on the halo, the Paladin who followed him quickly smashed through the sea of undead.
Since the knights were not far apart, this piercing successfully separated a path of ashes in the sea of the dead.
Eliadrin's current holy energy, these are far from being powerful undead, almost as long as they come into contact with her holy light, they are the result of ashes.
"Taquiline's battle begins! Time is running out for us!"
"Speed up! 35
"Glory is my life!""
Liadrin looked at the direction in which the other gargoyles were fleeing, and turned back and shouted to the Paladins.
"Maybe...maybe Sylvanas can break through..."
Myra urged the war horse and galloped to Liadrin's side, feeling a little uneasy, he said softly.
"Stop dreaming, Myra, you saw it too.
"Arthas even went so far as to dedicate a large number of troops to stop the only paladins who could inflict terrible damage on his legion."
"This shows that he is determined to win for Sylvanas' ranger force!"
"I just can't imagine how bad the situation will be when the revived rangers join Arthas' army..."
"Even Sylvanas, if her High Lord is transformed into a necromancer..."
"Do you think our dear High Lord will go crazy?"
"Believe me!
"You would never want to see such a great lord!
"The Knights Templar have never failed!
Liadrin said to Myra while steering her swiftly galloping warhorse.
Just as Leah's brought the Templars closer to the battlefield, Sylvanas was desperate.
She looked up and looked around, undead! All undead!
The sky and the earth are all burning with blood-red undead fire!
When the first worm-like nerubian appeared in the army of rangers from below the ground.
Sylvanas sensed something was wrong.
When the gargoyle grabbed the plague jar and attacked the mages who were firmly protected from the sky.
Sylvanas has concluded that they are ambushed!
When the ranger troops who fought and retreated entered the interior of the "surrounded" Tarqueline outpost.
Sylvanas looked at the sentry that had been razed to the ground, as if a heavy hammer had smashed into his heart.
Tarquiline! Tarquiline was ruined long ago…
This is a despicable conspiracy!
Arthas' purpose was to lead her into this ambush, even the reinforcements led by Lor'themar and Halduron!
Sylvanas saw red fireworks rising from behind, a signal that reinforcements were attacked.
4,000 rangers faced the undead surrounded from all directions, they did not wait to die, but continued to fight,
But when Marduk in black and Mavien led the death knight squad, all composed of elven warriors, into the ranger army, everything became chaotic.
Sylvanas gritted his teeth, put the bow on his arm, and swept across his body quickly, cutting off the heads of the five approaching ghouls.
She took out the short knife on her belt again, and threw it precisely at the head of the death knight Thassarian who was attacking her from the side, forcing him back.
"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"
Three multiple arrows were fired from the Ranger General's bow, clearing the direction she was charging.
Sylvanas was as light as a predating female leopard, turning the bow behind her back.
With a swipe of his hands on his waist, two machetes appeared in his hands.
Immediately afterwards, a killing dance appeared on the battlefield.
The death knights Thassarian and Sylvanas, who had come up again, had 3 moves right.
His arm was cut off and he had to withdraw from the fight.
The target of the Ranger General's raid is very clear, that is, Arthas, who is firmly protected by the three haters.
She decided that was the commander of this undead army.
As long as he is killed, these well-coordinated undeads will return to their previous chaotic posture.
That's the only way out for the Ranger Force!
Rangers, a branch of the hunter profession, forsake the ability to have powerful animal companions.
Put all your energy into shooting skills and melee martial arts.
Excellent rangers can even fight fiercely with warriors, and Sylvanas is one of them.
High elf constitutions are heavily biased towards agility and magic.
At least until the destruction of Quel'Thalas, few elves would choose the vulgar way of the warrior.
Only the lowest level of commoner elves would do this, so they tried to replace the wild and unyielding warriors with sophisticated martial skills and dexterity.
This kind of tactics has won victory in the face of orcs and trolls.
But in the face of endless undead who won by numbers, the disadvantage of lacking a heavy-armor profession that can fight for a long time immediately appeared.
Even the local armies of Lordaeron, with their heavy armor and large shields.
In the face of the same number of undead, it will not be defeated so quickly!
Rangers only have a small shield that they can fight and carry, and they are not very good at wearing heavy armor, and the flexible leather armor that does not affect them is their best protection.
But the heavy armor can resist the claw and tear attacks of the ghouls, and even against the heavy weapons of the death knight, it can also give good protection.
Leather armor can't!
Not every ranger has melee abilities like Sylvanas.
After being approached by fast ghouls, they hardly have much self-defense ability.
After 7000 years, the high elves finally paid the price for their stubbornness, arrogance, and serious partiality!
The price is their lives!
"". Arthas! You're dead!"
Sylvanas dodged the three-headed abomination's shackle attack. She jumped onto the smashed shackle, dashed forward frantically, and jumped into the air for a perfect front flip.
Delicate and sharp scimitars slashed across the sides of the body, and the two high-level hated heads rose into the sky.
When facing the high-rank lords who tend to be agile, the abhorrent cumbersomeness has become their fatal wound.
After killing both haters with one blow, a coldness appeared in Sylvanas' eyes.
Now, there is no obstacle between her and Arthas!
But Sylvanas overlooked something...
Arthas was commanding from the periphery of the battlefield, which did not mean that Arthas was not good at martial arts.
In fact, in the face of the magic sword Frostmourne, any mortal weapon is so powerless!
Arthas, who was wearing blue-black skeleton armor, turned his gray eyes to Sylvanas, who was rushing towards him.
The Ranger General has lost his previous indifference.
Now she is like a flower of death in full bloom, beautiful and dangerous.
"clang!"
The two crossed elven sabers touch Frostmourne.
Arthas' random strike pushed Sylvanas to the rear.
The elf general landed lightly on the ground and shook his hand.
"This guy... so powerful! Damn it! 35
Sylvanas felt a little tricky, and Arthas stood on the spot with his sword in both hands.
He looked curiously at Sylvanas' perfect body, but there was not a shred of appreciation in those eyes.
Being swept by Arthas' eyes, the Ranger General felt chills all over his body.
That look... as if looking at a weapon.
"You will be my sharpest sword..."
"A sword that pierced that man's heart!
Arthas pointed Frostmourne at Sylvanas, stretched out his left hand, and hooked at her.
This contemptuous action made General Ranger's inner depression reach the highest point.
"Stop talking big! 35
"die!"
(No money is good) Sylvanas launched an attack again, this time driven by her emotions, a blue eagle light and shadow appeared in front of her elegant figure.
The speed, which was already extremely fast, went up a step again, and it was really like a breeze passing by.
"Guardian Eagle!"
Sylvanas with Hunter's Arcane has a faster scimitar in both hands.
It was like two waving silver lights, swirling and slashing towards Arthas's head and chest.
"Howling Blast!"
But just before the sharp blade was added, Arthas's palm turned forward, and a terrifyingly sharp ice energy spurted out from his palm.
Sylvanas couldn't dodge in time, at the moment when the ice added.
She only had time to tap her toes and moved her body to the left.
But that perfect left leg was contaminated by the gust of cold air.
To make her proud, the speed of a gust of wind in the darkness slowed down in vain.
"Look! This is your death!"
Frostmourne brought a faint blue light and slashed straight at the body of the Ranger General, but just before the sharp blade added him.
Sylvanas quickly wiped the slender waist, and the iron wire like a pendant was thrown into the air by her.
There are eight flying leaves on the silk thread, although it looks unremarkable.
But every time you fight Frostmourne, you can deflect the heavy blade.
"deterrence!
Another hunter's secret technique, of course, just a deterrent can't stop Arthas's sword.
So Sylvanas held the small tortoise shell rune on his wrist again, chanted the incantation, and a layer of green tortoise shell energy protection, blocking Frostmourne's fox.
"Spiritual Turtle Guard!
The last hunter's secret art to save his life, Sylvanas, under the protection of the guardian of the tortoise, pressed his hands on the blade of Frostmourne.
Using the strength of Arthas swinging his sword as a push, his body was as light as a feather.
After turning over in the air for two weeks, he landed on the ground in a half-kneeling posture.
It's not a retreat because of the moment in the air.
Solidar, the wrath of the stars had fallen in her hands, and when she landed, a silver arrow had been placed on the bowstring...
PS one more!!.