The fleeting warmth was merely a small embellishment on the battlefield. Blood and gunpowder were the true main theme.
Under Sylvanas and Ye Ting's watchful eyes, vast numbers of undead poured out from the passageway leading to their floor, as densely packed as ants swarming from a nest, enough to make anyone's skin crawl.
At the same time, rustling sounds came from the tower walls behind them. Anyone observing the tower from afar would have seen its outer walls covered in bat-like creatures. Spreading their membranous wings, they clung tightly to the walls with their disproportionately large fore- and hindlimbs, as if draping the tower in a layer of black scales. Yet these scales were not shields protecting the tower, but demons seeking to invade it—the gargoyles converged upon every window and crack they could find, squeezing their massive bodies into the cramped battlefield.
At that moment, the stench of the undead swept through the entire tower. The horn of death echoed through the passageways, shrill and frenzied, hateful and twisted.
Behind the common undead came skeleton warriors, ghouls, nerubians, and abominations, all surging into the battlefield one after another, intent on tearing their enemies to pieces and turning them into one of their own.
Who would have thought that their enemies numbered only two?
Yet neither Ye Ting nor Sylvanas showed the slightest fear before this terrifying army.
The ranger general took the lead, drawing Sunstrider's Bow in her hands. She did not nock an arrow, for as a Heroic Spirit, she could condense arrows from mana herself. As long as her mana held out, her arrows would be endless.
As Windrunner drew her longbow, an arrow appeared from thin air between her fingers. At the same time, light flowed across the bow as a special power was imbued