Seeing their final reserves of strength completely blocked and the Death Knights' charge even showing signs of collapse under the Paladins' encirclement, Rivendare decisively gave the order to retreat.
He understood the Scourge's weakness all too well: its high-level forces were still insufficient. That was why Arthas had been so eager to resurrect Kel'Thuzad. As a former member of Dalaran's Kirin Tor and a grand master of necromancy, Kel'Thuzad was simply too important to the Scourge. Arthas could certainly raise some Death Knights, but if the Scourge wanted a stable source of high-level power, it still needed Kel'Thuzad's strength and more liches. In a world of magic, mages had always been the most important researchers and producers, and the undead were no exception.
At present, most of the Scourge's high-level forces had been taken away by Arthas. With the few scraps Rivendare had under his command, there was no way he could contend with the High Elves, who had Paladin reinforcements. If they did not leave now, when would they?
The Death Knights obeyed the order decisively. Without the slightest trace of a knight's honor or persistence, they all feinted, wheeled around, and fled without hesitation.
"Don't even think of escaping, fiend! Feel the Judgment of the Holy Light!"
Seeing her enemy about to flee, Liadrin flew into a rage. Her Hammer of Wrath left her hand and shot straight for the back of Rivendare's head, but the crafty Death Knight casually summoned a shield of bones to block the hammer of Holy Light, then spurred his skeletal warhorse farther and farther away.
The other Death Knights did the same, using their warhorses' mobility to escape back to their main force, leaving only corpses scattered across the ground.
Then, as if controlled by the same program, every undead creature on