Mindless Undead are easy to deal with, but the occasional Undead or Ghoul is much more difficult to handle, and injury or even death is inevitable.
Gargoyle are even more difficult to deal with.
Yes, even if the Undead from Naxxramas didn't enter Stratholme, there are still Gargoyle here, though not many.
These Gargoyle were created from plague bats. They were already quite large, with wingspans reaching a meter. After being magically modified, they possessed strong magic resistance, making them difficult to harm with low-level spells. Curses and weakening spells were completely ineffective against them!
Most importantly, they can transform into stone statues at any time. Their already hard bodies become even harder rocks, impervious even to elven arrows. Mages' Frostbolt and Fireball are of little use; only all-out heavy sword strikes are effective!
These Gargoyle caused the allied forces a great deal of trouble. In order to eliminate them, the Ashen Army paid the price with more than twenty corpses, and the Elven Rangers also lost more than a dozen.
That elite Gargoyle with wingspans of two meters, the mini-boss-level " Stonespine," was personally taken down by Jiang Jie, who cleaved it into a pile of rubble with a single sword strike!
Although Arthas took most of the elite Undead with him, quite a few remained.
Maleki the Pallid, a high-ranking Undead skilled in ice magic and Life Drain, killed several Warrior before being burned to ashes by the enraged Fenna.
When Oryx saw the Banshee Anastari, his face turned very ugly!
Because this Banshee was his mother, the wife of Baron Rivendare!
Finally, after the Ashbringer's flames nearly destroyed the Baroness's life, Oryx, with tears in his eyes, personally purified her. At his request, her remaining remains were taken back to the Alonsus Chapel by two wounded Warrior to await burial.
From morning until nightfall, the Ashen Army and Ranger forces had eliminated at least tens of thousands of Undead!
They charged forward along the street, eliminating every Undead they saw, but there were still Undead more hidden in the intricate alleys and houses. If they really wanted to purify all the Undead, the two days Dathrohan had given them were not enough, not even ten days.
We can only eliminate the most difficult Undead first, and take down all the Undead bosses. We can deal with the others later.
Along the way, under Jiang Jie's instructions, the soldiers searched for every supply box they could find, which contained holy water distributed by the Alonsus Chapel before the massacre of Arthas.
These holy waters are highly effective against the Undead and can also purify corpses, preventing them from being resurrected by the Scourge. They are considered strategic resources.
Unfortunately, there aren't many left.
The Ashen Army carried some holy water, but it wasn't enough. They would need to borrow more from Light's Hope Chapel or even Lordaeron later.
As night deepened, they returned to the Alonsus Chapel and rested under the protection of the Holy Light.
At dawn the next day, as the sky was just beginning to lighten, we set off again.
After clearing away the small number of Undead that had re-emerged, they reached the deepest part of the city at nine o'clock in the morning, where they found the largest and most elite number of thousands of Undead, mixed with the Ramstein the Gorger and twenty or thirty Abomination.
Surrounded by the Undead, a Death Knight riding a death steed and wielding an epic longsword came into view.
Upon seeing the Death Knight, Oryx's tears involuntarily streamed down his face, and his hoarse, desperate voice echoed through the deathly silent city:
"Father!"
This is Deatholme, an elven city in the southern Ghostlands, and the second largest city in the entire High Elf kingdom after Silvermoon City.
Fifty thousand High Elf live here!
Compared to Lordaeron or Stratholme, this city has a very small population, but compared to the sparsely populated High Elf kingdom,
Fifty thousand is already a remarkable number. High Elf are not a particularly sociable race; High Elf numbers, scattered throughout towns, villages, and even cabins in the wild, are greater than the combined number of two cities.
The architecture of the High Elf is beautiful; its streamlined structure and the red color representing the sun adorn the place, making it a magnificent paradise on earth...
However, all of that is now in the past.
The black flying fortress floating beneath the clouds brought unimaginable pressure to the city. The elite Undead of Naxxramas and the Scourge brought by Arthas stormed in and slaughtered the entire city!
Over the past week, the entire elven city has been reduced to ruins. Anub'Rekhan's massive body has destroyed everything, and the power of death has turned the beautiful buildings into dark and somber scenes. Everywhere is devastation, and everywhere is Undead.
The 50,000 elves were transformed into 50,000 Undead, at least 10,000 of whom were elites. Arthas's army was unprecedentedly strengthened, and its overall strength even doubled!
This is the result of the past week's efforts.
Standing before the council hall, looking out over the city teeming with the Undead, Arthas was filled with satisfaction and pleasure, as well as the unparalleled honor that came with absolute rule and absolute power!
Frostmourne on his back hummed with satisfaction. With each High Elf killed and each Undead resurrected, the power of this cursed sword grew stronger, and Arthas's power grew stronger as well.
One day, he will become a High-tier Legendary Death Knight, even stronger Uther!
However, the thought of the Dreadlord who had been gone for two days made him feel rather uneasy, and he said faintly, " Tichondrius... where did that guy go?"
"He's gone to Stratholme, my prince." No one was around, yet a voice rang in his ears. " The Dreadlord loves nothing more than petty tricks and schemes. He wants to give the Holy Light Allied Forces attacking Stratholme a severe beating, and he even wants to control that army from within! That guy isn't on our side!"
" Uther isn't here; it seems he'll succeed," Arthas said, frowning.
"That's not necessarily true. My prince Uther may be absent, but Uther Dathrohan a formidable opponent, and there's the Brotherhood of the Light, Ashbringer, and... Nicholas." The unseen soul whispered, "Of course, it doesn't matter. Whatever the outcome, it's beneficial to us. After all... they are all our enemies!"
"The road ahead is difficult. Elven rangers will attack us. I've heard of Sylvanas's name since I was a prince. I've also heard that there are many Dragonhawk Rider in Tranquillien, and many elven mages in the sacred towers throughout Ghostlands and Eversong Woods," Arthas said. "Most importantly, the Runestone Barrier of Quel'Thalas is renowned."
"Don't worry, my prince, the Scourge can destroy everything," Kel'Thuzad, the soul yet to be resurrected, said. "As for the Runestone Barrier... I've already set everything up! Neither Silvermoon City nor Sunwell Plateau can stop the Scourge's advance, nor can they stop my resurrection!"
"So, shall we set off now for Silvermoon City and the Sunwell Plateau?" Arthas asked.
"Of course, my prince. The Scourge will traverse the entire High Elf realm, leaving a Dead Scar Undead." Kel'Thuzad chuckled like a ghost. "As for this place, leave it to the Noth the Plaguebringer and his necromancers. They will build several Necropolis here, and the Heigan the Unclean will set up his Plague Cauldron here. The Scourge Plague will begin here, corrupting the entire Ghostlands!"