If he could have rushed straight to Sylvanas, he would have done so immediately instead of standing in front of the Succubus. But a death knight had weaknesses too. Without his Death Warhorse, he could not use Charge like a warrior to reach an enemy in an instant and strike with his sword.
A death knight was powerful, certainly, but there were times when even he was helpless. This was one of those times. He could never run faster than Sylvanas's arrows, so he quickly raised a Magical Shield.
The Magical Shield covered everyone within ten yards of the death knight and the Succubus like a pot lid. It could negate at least seventy percent of magical damage, but while maintaining it, the death knight could do nothing else.
"Of course I haven't forgotten about you, you walking corpse!" Sylvanas stopped gathering magical energy and smiled. "But are you planning to keep holding that Magical Shield up forever? That must be exhausting!"
The death knight said nothing. No one could see any change in the dead face beneath his helmet, and he stubbornly continued to maintain the Magical Shield.
"Fall back gradually and let those corpses through!" Ignoring the death knight, Sylvanas turned and gave the High Rangers their orders.
The rangers retreated step by step. Just then, five nimble figures came racing toward them from the distance.
Sylvanas turned to look. It was the five Elf Rangers who had gone to hunt down the Orc Shamans. They moved swiftly and soon reached her side.
"Those corpses will die whether you hit them in the head or the heart. I'll leave them to you," Sylvanas told the five High Rangers.
She turned back to the death knight. "You monster! I'll finish off your lackeys before dealing with you. Just keep