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The undead tide swarmed towards Sylvanas and her rangers, their thoughtless and uniform movements reminding her of a swarm of insects.

But the Ranger General was not unprepared. The archers had been instructed to kill the living first, and then kill the dead with flaming arrows.

The first round of volleys killed almost all the Cursed Cultists among the undead army - it was they who spread the undead plague in Lordaeron and caused the natural disaster to spread rapidly - and then the second round of flaming arrows fell. Among these skeletons and zombies.

However, for these skeletal undead, the effect of the arrow rain is unsatisfactory. Unlike the army of the living, what drives the undead bodies is not flesh and blood, but the magic of death. Unless it causes a devastating blow to the structure of the corpse, it is difficult for the bow and arrow to pierce the body to produce a fatal effect.

Compared with ordinary arrows, rockets may have greater lethality against the undead, but some bodies hit by arrows are dry and flammable, while others are rotten and moist. Under the rain of arrows, fewer undead fell than the Ranger General imagined. Much more.

To make matters worse, there were too many undead, and the army of high elves was too small. The killings from the rangers were only a drop in the bucket for the army. Sylvanas found that even if every arrow of her rangers could Even if you kill an enemy and shoot him until your arm is numb, you may not be able to kill one-tenth of the enemy in front of you.

Soon, their overwhelming numerical superiority began to turn the tide of the battle.

As the defensive side, Sylvanas's rangers had a favorable location. They stood on high walls made of stone and earth that were almost vertical to the ground. Fortunately, some zombies are too rotten, and their decayed and fallen limbs make it difficult for them to climb high. But these guys who fell down were only a few, and they had absolutely nothing to stop the advance of the army.

Like a tide crashing onto a rock, the undead swarmed up the city wall one after another, soon forcing the rangers to abandon their bows and use swords instead of bows to fight.

Of course, high elf rangers are no better than human archers. They are all well-trained warriors. In addition to superb archery skills, each ranger has superb swordsmanship. Even in the skill of using swords, they surpass the majority. Some human soldiers can naturally handle such close combat.

However, it is one thing to fight against living enemies who will be weakened by blood loss and injuries. It is another thing to deal with these endless corpses that know nothing about fear and fatigue.

With their superb skills and geographical advantages, the rangers easily achieved victory when the undead first approached them. The undead's backward weapons and stiff movements made them like lambs to be slaughtered in front of the rangers' swords and daggers. Generally, one after another was chopped into pieces.

However, the death of their compatriots did not slow down the undead's offensive at all. In other words, in the eyes of the undead, the death of their compatriots and the strength of the enemy were meaningless. As puppets of the Lich King, they had no self-will but only one in their hearts. The goal is to tear the enemy in front of you into pieces.

The undead, one after another, just kept pouring into the rangers, trying to drown them.

And their goal was quickly achieved.

Even for rangers, killing undead is as simple as chopping wood piles on the training ground, but even chopping wood piles, continuous high-intensity performance will be tiring.

What's even worse is the psychological blow that the undead natural disaster has brought to the rangers.

The history of war has always been as long as the history of intelligent life. But for intelligent life, war is never an end, but a means. It is to project fear into the heart of the enemy through violence, thereby forcing the enemy to submit to a certain extent.

But if the opponent has no"fear" at all, then what is the point of war?

The average ranger would not think about such a thing, but they had obviously experienced facing such an opponent firsthand.

The undead's"fearless fear of death" gradually made the rangers feel powerless and frightened.

They feel that their killings are meaningless. Killing an undead will not make another undead feel the slightest fear or even anger, as if everything has nothing to do with it. What's worse is that no matter how many undead they kill, there are always more behind them waiting to replenish their ranks.

Eventually, the rangers were defeated.

In fact, the fighting will of these rangers is completely unquestionable. Even if they are in desperate situations, most of them still fight bravely to the end. Sylvanas has more than once seen the undead force forward and round up her men. Surrounded, the rangers were heard roaring in protest.

When she saw familiar people fall one after another, Sylvanas felt a deep pain in her heart.

But she still fights.

Focused on her duty, she commanded and fired without stopping, moving almost faster than her thoughts.

From the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of a winged monster swooping down and landing less than ten steps away from her. Its gray skin looks as hard as stone, and a cheerful howl comes out of the bat's face - it is the flying unit in the Undead Scourge, the gargoyle.

The gargoyle grabbed a ranger and flew to a higher place as if he were searching for something. Its claws dug into the ranger's shoulder, splattering Sylvanas with blood.

The Ranger General watched his men struggle in the monster's claws, found and pulled out a dagger, and tried to fight the monster civilian.

Sylvanas ignored the roaring undead below and instead aimed at the monster in the air. She shot an arrow right in the neck.

However, the arrow bounced off the monster's stone-hard hair, and the unharmed monster shook its head and howled. It was tired of continuing to play with the elf ranger, so it raised a claw and scratched the ranger's throat, and then didn't care Drop him and circle around looking for a new target.

With silent grief, Sylvanas watched as her friend fell lifelessly to the ground, among the Cultists of the Damned that the rangers had killed earlier.

Then she gasped.

Because those believers who were supposed to be dead suddenly started to move.

Their corpses were studded with arrows, some with more than a dozen, like porcupines, but they still moved.

In addition, she also saw a huge and plump Big Mac walking in the distance - the elf's vision allowed her to see that the Big Mac was an evil magical creation made of various corpses.

"No. she whispered in disgust, looking at Arthas in fear.

The prince was staring directly at her with that damned sneer.