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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 this 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 a huge blow. 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. The dead are 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. Of course he wouldn't 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 steady stream of cannon fodder to consume. After the first wave, there will be a second wave, and the 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, their numbers are really limited. The total population is only a few hundred thousand, and the hastily assembled warriors 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.

Three waves of undead cannon fodder were sent out, as were three waves of high elves' arrow rain. 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 beasts from the first wave. Most of them were wearing shields, and there were also huge and fat abominations among them. They were rushing towards the elves under the dense rain of arrows.

"Kill those pointy ears! Kill...all the living!"

This charge was much more serious than the previous ones. The shield effectively restrained the arrows from killing the undead, and the abominations stitched together from the corpses treated the flying arrows as if they were tickling. This huge The Stitch Monster's skin is rough and fleshy, and there are basically no vital points in its body. Even if a sharpshooter can accurately shoot arrows into its head, it can't really kill it. In this case, the mage behind the ranger and The priests were dispatched.

The mages summoned strong winds and flames, sweeping through the ranks of the undead, disrupting their formation, preventing the undead shields from forming an array, fully ensuring the damage of the bows and arrows. The priests descended with another blazing holy light. On the abominations, the power of death was dispelled, and the bodies of the abominations began to fester, shatter, and turn into charcoal as if burned by flames, exuding the smell of barbecue. But their vitality was so strong that Most of them charged for at least dozens of meters before collapsing.

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

Although the firepower of the high elves has caused damage to the undead, They suffered huge casualties, but relying on the cover of these"high-level cannon fodder", the Scourge Legion was still able to slowly approach the elven battle line.

Seeing this, the elven 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 a blink of an eye. The second row of elf guards were raised diagonally upwards on top of this. The shield erected a second layer for the shield wall, perfectly protecting the compatriots from the threat of thrown objects.

In the gaps of the shield wall, three rows of spearmen stretched out three rows at three different angles. The five-meter-long sharp spear added an aura of death to the steel wall.

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

Each one rotted. The corpse was pierced by spears and hung directly on the spears, 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.

Followed by the second Batch, the third batch...

The black, white, and undead tides were like huge waves crashing on a solid reef. Hundreds of undead crashed into the elves' shield walls, and their flesh and blood spattered, but they could not cause any damage to them. It couldn't do any damage or even make it retreat slightly.

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

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

Unlike the short-lived species, the high elves' soldiers were all experienced in many battles, and even the new recruits had to undergo at least a few battles. With more than ten years of military training, their mastery of tactical skills, their tacit understanding has been engraved into their instincts during the long-term training.

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

In the High Elves Under the iron walls, how many thousands of casualties did the undead vanguard have? But to him, these casualties were just part of the test at the beginning 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 also Still expected.

He issued new orders to the undead troops one after another. More abominations began to be thrown into the battlefield, and the necromancers also 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 burrows and destroy their formation.

At the same time, in the already dark sky, a darker and deeper cloud floated towards Silvermoon 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 dragonhawk 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 necromancers, the elf mages also began to use their tricks to fight each other from a distance in the way of mages.

In order to guard against the attack of the cave demons, a group of mages began to jointly cast spells. Under the guidance of their captain, the astromancer Solanlian, they cast"Turn Mud into Stone" on the nearby ground to block underground excavations..

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

A giant 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 actually had such a powerful weapon in their hands.

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

Of course, even in the face of such an opponent, the proud elven mages can still claim to be worthy of a fight.

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

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

According to the tactical habits of high elves, the mages on the battlefield will be divided into several teams and cast magic in turns to ensure that most mages have enough time to restore their energy and maintain the ability to continue fighting - this is the only mage group of high elves. Extravagant behavior that can only be achieved.

But until now, most of the mages on the battlefield have to go into battle, and they no longer care about their 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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