The High Elf rangers' resistance could not have been more valiant. Perhaps knowing this was their final battle, every Quel'dorei gave their all. Some warriors, after emptying their quivers, drew their swords and charged forward to fight the undead in bloody melee. At this moment, every one of them had cast aside all concern for life and death.
Watching their courageous performance, Ye Ting, who had coldly observed from the sidelines all along, was deeply moved more than once and nearly could not resist revealing himself to lend them a hand. Yet in the end, he dismissed the idea. The laws of one world differed from those of another. Here, he was not the emperor who suppressed the planet in the Type-Moon world. Even with his power added to theirs, these elven rangers could never defeat the Scourge, and he had no way to take all of them away under the Scourge's siege.
He could only keep waiting and watch helplessly as the rangers met their doom.
Without the support of other troop types, the rangers' flesh-and-blood bodies simply could not withstand the Scourge army. The first interception force had long since been swallowed by the sea of undead, and the rangers defending the lower levels of the tower had now been forced into close combat with them. Their defeat seemed inevitable.
Sylvanas understood this better than anyone.
Yet what surprised even her was that, as she found herself in desperate straits and death began closing in, the tension and fear she had felt before instead faded away, leaving her heart far calmer.
At that moment, an ancient ballad echoed in her mind. She had once loved singing it with her sisters. Back then, the world had been so beautiful, and they had gathered together in joy. Alleria, Vereesa, and