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Along with the stench came an army of undead like a tide.

From a distance, the army of the undead is as endless as a white ocean. Sylvanas had never seen such a large army. Even the human infantry legions and the tribal army from fifteen years ago could not compare with the undead natural disaster before her.

Although more than 95% of this army are just the most basic zombies and skeleton soldiers. Most of them are from the skeletons of ordinary farmers. They do not have strict armor and weapons. They only wear tattered pieces of cloth and pick up a wooden board. Or the lid of a wine barrel is a shield, and picking up farm tools such as manure forks is a weapon... However, there are too many of them.

A single skeleton soldier is indeed insignificant. Even the weakest human militia with only basic training can deal with one or two. But when the number of skeleton soldiers reaches a certain level, it becomes a formidable army..

Even as strong as Sylvanas, being stared at by millions of skeletons with their eyes burning with blue soul fire, felt a tingling sensation.shudder.

Among this huge army, the Ranger General noticed their leader at a glance. He was a man wearing heavy armor with skull decorations. He was riding on a skeletal horse with burning eyes, and carrying a weapon on his back. Greatsword.

Sylvanas immediately recognized it as a rune sword. Although Sylvanas was not a mage, living in Quel'Thalas she naturally knew about most magical runes, but in her image But I have never seen such blue runes before.

But she had already guessed the identity of this man.

He is the leader of the Undead Scourge, the rebellious prince who killed his father—Alsace.

In appearance, Alsace still looks like a human being, except that his face is pale and his blond hair has turned white, just as described in the intelligence. So, how could he endure it? Surrounded by the dead - such a terrible stench, such a ridiculous scene...

Following his order, the undead army began to march in a hurry, mixed with many"human beings" in black robes, but the Ranger General could guarantee that, Those guys with cold bodies, like their masters, are definitely no longer a species called human beings.

Looking at the silently advancing army, Sylvanas swept her eyes among the various rotting corpses, trying her best to suppress the bitterness in her stomach. She was silently grateful that the wind had changed direction, blowing the stench away from her.

While thinking about it, she quickly moved her fingers and outlined a plan of action to her subordinates. The two lieutenants beside him nodded and moved back, as silently as shadows.

Afterwards, the Ranger General continued to observe the undead army.

The undead creatures that now serve Arthas stand still. Those humans—Sylvanas knew they were necromancers, and felt a surge of disgust in her heart—were busy creating new monsters and had no time to set up sentries. They never considered the possibility of failure.

Their pride doomed them.

She just watched patiently, just like Ye Ting watched her patiently, until her archers were in position. The intelligence from her sister and the Barov family made her dare not underestimate the strength of this opponent. For this attack, she summoned two-thirds of her rangers.

In addition, she knew that she had another advantage - as a human prince, although Arthas could understand Quel'Thalas better than ordinary humans, this understanding was also limited. Although Quel'dorei taught humans magic, they did not reveal all their secrets. There were too many secrets that humans did not know. Sylvanas firmly believed that he could not pass through the magical gate that protected Quel'Thalas..

However, on the other hand, many things that she could not believe before are now believed - such as the opening of the Dark Portal and the emergence of orcs, such as Lordaeron will be destroyed in a short time due to the undead natural disaster.

Therefore, it is better to deal with this threat here and now.

She glanced at her two lieutenants, who noticed her look and nodded, indicating that the rangers were ready. In fact, Sylvanas also wanted to attack the enemy unexpectedly, but her sense of honor prevented her from doing so. But no one will sing about how Ranger General Sylvanas Windrunner used intrigues to protect her country.

"For Quel'Thalas," she murmured silently, then stood up

"Undead, you are not welcome here!"She shouted loudly, her voice clear, powerful and beautiful as a song.

Arthas turned the skeletal horse to face her and stared at it intently. Sylvanas felt sorry for the poor animal under him for a moment. The necromancers turned to their master, awaiting his instructions

"I am Sylvanas Windrunner, Ranger-General of Silvermoon City. I advise you to turn around and leave immediately.

Arthas laughed. She noticed that although Alsace was still alive, the lips on his pale face were gray.

"It's you who should turn away, Sylvanas. he said, deliberately ignoring her title."Death has come to your kingdom.""

His voice was originally a pleasant baritone, but now it carried something... It was some kind of power, some kind of power that made her strong heart stop beating for a moment. Sylvanas tried her best to let it go. Keep yourself from trembling

"Just let it go."With a firm will, she suppressed the fear in her heart, and she challenged the enemy in front of her."The Elven Gate leading to the inner kingdom is protected by our most powerful spell. You have nowhere to go."

After saying that, she took off the Sun Chaser's bow from her back, opened her bow and nocked an arrow. This was the signal for the rangers to attack.

As she shot an arrow, thousands of arrows were in the sky in the blink of an eye, and the arrow rain was like locusts all over the sky. The undead pounced.

Sylvanas aimed at the human prince...or rather, the prince who was once a human and shot an arrow. Her shooting was accurate as usual, and the sharp arrow contained powerful power, screaming. Flying towards Arthas' unprotected head. However, the moment before hitting the target, she saw a light blue light.

Sylvanas stared at the scene in front of her: the giant rune-handed weapon The sword looked very heavy, but Arthas drew it out faster than she could comprehend - as if what he had drawn was not a giant metal sword, but a twig - and the runes on the sword shone brightly. With an icy blue light, he split the arrow into two pieces with one blow.

Then, he sneered and gave her a wink.

"Attack with the whole army - kill them all, leaving no one behind! Let them serve me and the master!"

There was a strange sound in Arthas's voice, which echoed on the battlefield for a long time. Sylvanas let out a low roar from her throat, and took aim again. But Arthas was already galloping on his horse, and the death horse's The speed was extraordinary.

At the same time, his terrifying army began to attack.