These Undead are completely immune to ordinary arrows; only magical arrows can truly harm them. However, even in the High Elf kingdom, even elven rangers don't carry many magical arrows, and they will eventually run out.
Three thousand archers, having lost the natural defenses, were utterly powerless against 150,000 Undead!
"Retreat to the second gate! Retreat!"
In their hasty retreat, the Undead elven rangers and elven mages, along with the Gargoyle in the sky, attacked them, killing countless of their former comrades.
The sound of an elven gate shattering echoed behind her, and Sylvanas turned around in disbelief!
She simply couldn't imagine how the elven gate, imbued with powerful Arcane energy, could have been destroyed!
Because she noticed that the enormous, terrifying beetle monster was still on the other side of the river!
Besides such a terrifying monster, who else could possibly breach the gates of the elves?
"To Silvermoon City! To the Sunwell Platform! Tell the Sun King and the Silvermoon Council to prepare!" Sylvanas turned to her most trusted lieutenant. " Lor'themar! Tell them we've been betrayed!"
No one can easily destroy the Elf Gate unless it has lost the power to protect it.
Its Arcane energy has been severely depleted, indicating that there is a problem with the Runestone Barrier of Quel'Thalas.
Outsiders cannot break the Runestone Barrier; not even the most powerful Dalaran mages can, because the Runestone Barrier contains the wisdom of High Elf mages accumulated over thousands of years.
Only those of the highest rank, such as the Sun King and the royal nobles, members of the Silvermoon Council, her as the Ranger General, and Lor'themar, who was primarily responsible for the security of Silvermoon City.
Lor'themar's expression was rather unpleasant.
He suddenly remembered that he had once told his good friend, the Archmage " Dar'Khan Derasil," the secret of the Runestone Barrier Runestone Barrier, hoping that he could find its weakness so that they could make Runestone Barrier even stronger...
Although it was well-intentioned, it did indeed violate the orders of the Silvermoon Council.
If someone really did leak the information...
Lor'themar couldn't imagine it.
If it really is Dar'Khan, and if Silvermoon City truly collapses because of it, then he is an unforgivable sinner of the High Elf kingdom!
Galloping on horseback, heading north.
The High Elf elixir enhanced the stamina and speed of their warhorses, and in less than a day, they had reached the south bank of the Elrendar River.
Looking at the thawing frozen river, the collapsed Elven Bridge, and the destroyed Elf Gate, the High Elf Ranger-Lord's face turned extremely grim!
"Damn it! How could Arthas possibly destroy this gate! It's imbued with Legendary- level Arcane energy! Even the Archmage of Dalaran couldn't break it!"
Jiang Jie remained silent.
He knew the reason: Archmage Dar'Khan, who had betrayed the High Elf, had found a way to weaken the energy supplied by the Sunwell, thus weakening the Runestone Barrier of Quel'Thalas.
In fact, the moment Dar'Khan betrayed them, the High Elf kingdom lost its proudest and strongest defense; its fall was only a matter of time.
"Let's keep going! Catch up with the Scourge!" Hawkspear shouted.
Jiang Jie did not refuse.
He looked up at the northern sky, wondering what had become of that Legendary wandering knight-errant general.
Is she still alive?
"I'll go ahead, Archmage Angela, and the two Ranger Lords." Among the High Elf, Jiang Jie didn't remember many names, but that Ranger General was one of them.
Although countless people hate her, countless others love her.
Jiang Jie neither hated nor liked her. She just felt that if she were still alive as the Ranger General, her prestige and influence would surely allow her to gather more High Elf, making it easier to deal with the Scourge.
Jiang Jie channeled his Internal Energy into the warhorse, stimulating it in a specific way. The warhorse would move faster than before, but it would surely die when its stamina was exhausted.
Jiang Jie had no other choice!
"Anar', anar', quel'dorei,... In the name of light, in the name of the sun, High Elf, the enemy is about to break through the defenses..."
The first part is a song of the High Elf, the second part is Sylvanas's lament.
Unconsciously, her hand gently grasped the necklace hanging around her slender neck.
This was a gift from her eldest sister, Alleria. She couldn't give it to her personally, but instead had it delivered by her lieutenant Vereena. Alleria had already left by then, disappearing through the Dark Portal to prevent the Horde from invading Azeroth again.
Alleria never returned. She melted down the necklace her parents had given her into three, and used three gems to represent the Windrunner Sisters; Sylvanas's was a sapphire. The inscription on it was deeply imprinted in her heart: To Sylvanas, from your loving Alleria.
The necklace wasn't made of the finest materials, but in Sylvanas's heart, it was just as precious as the Windrunner's Warbow on her back!
She thought of her older sister.
Alleria was the true Legendary of the Windrunner family. Her sister wielded the Legendary warbow " Thas'dorah," passed down through generations of the Windrunner family for thousands of years. She had killed countless Orcs and was Legendary figure comparable to Prince Kael'thas. She was the pride of the entire High Elf kingdom, but now she is dead.
Of course, she didn't know that her sister was still alive.
At this moment, all she could do was offer her final prayer:
" Vereesa, please don't come. Take good care of your child..."
The eldest sister was unfortunate, while the third sister was fortunate.
Although she looked down on the human mage Rhonin, who came from an ordinary background but had extremely good luck, and always felt that the guy was far inferior to Turalyon, she had to admit that Rhonin was very good to her third sister. Sometimes she would even be jealous of her third sister, just like she envied her older sister.
They all have perfect love stories, but I don't...
She waited, clutching the necklace, feeling the connection to her deceased sister as always, but then, reluctantly, she slowly pulled her hand away. Sylvanas took a deep breath and shouted, "Attack! For Quel'Thalas!"
This was an incredibly brutal war, and all the wandering knights who participated in it were prepared to die.
They could have retreated to Silvermoon City, which was also an order from the Sun King and the Silvermoon Council.
But when she saw that countless people were still unable to evacuate, Sylvanas immediately issued the order to fight to the death:
They had to buy time for the people who were retreating, trading their lives for time!