War raged everywhere, death was everywhere!
One by one, the Undead were destroyed, and one by one, the elves fell!
In battles of this caliber, superior strength does not guarantee safety.
Lor'themar's left arm was scratched by Ghoul, a large chunk of flesh was torn off his back by the Meathook of Abomination, even his left hand, which was tightly gripping the warbow, was injured by the Undead's spell, and he also lost an eye!
Halduron's injuries were slightly less severe than his, but not by much; as long as he could still fight, that was good!
Even Sylvanas, the highest commander of the High Elf rangers, was seriously injured; long, thin bloodstains were left on her beautiful, long legs, a shocking sight.
They are agile and highly skilled, but their bodies are still fragile. Any exposed parts of their bodies will be injured if struck by magic or weapons. On this planet, there are countless examples of heroes, even Legendary heroes, being killed by common soldiers; even dragons can be shot down by an ordinary musketeer!
Not to mention the others.
In a plaza, Salorian Dawnseeker was surrounded by thousands of Undead!
He wields the holy sword Quel'Delar and fights alongside the High Elf who follow him.
Behind him was Silvermoon City's largest trading center, where over a thousand High Elf sought refuge.
An elderly person who has lived for hundreds or thousands of years and is nearing the end of their life;
Pregnant woman carrying a child;
Wounded soldiers who suffered severe injuries, even becoming disabled or blind, in battles;
Children who are not yet adults...
These elderly, weak, sick, and disabled people, who are completely incapable of fighting the Undead, now need their protection!
There are too many Undead!
Salorian watched as his comrades fell one by one until he was the only one left.
He glanced behind him; behind the gate, now devoid of magical protection, lay his kin, whom he had to protect.
He glanced at his compatriots fighting desperately in the distance, but they could offer him no help.
He glanced at the sky; the black flying castle, exuding an aura of the Undead, was receding into the distance, and the shadow that shrouded Silvermoon City was about to disappear!
He knew that hope was about to arrive, but he couldn't hold on until that moment!
A sword pierced his heart.
He turned his head and saw an expressionless face. Before this, that person was his comrade-in-arms, but now he had been resurrected as Undead.
A sharp claw pierced his abdomen.
He looked ahead at the shrunken Ghoul, its tattered clothes bearing a fragmented symbol—the symbol of the southern city of Deatholme.
An arrow pierced his calf from a distance, forcing him to kneel on one knee.
He lowered his head; the arrow still bore the mark of Farstriders. In the distance, Undead archer, drawing his bow, was once Farstriders under Lor'themar or Halduron.
A fireball struck him, blasting him away and shattering the ornately decorated elven gate, revealing his terrified brethren inside.
He looked into the distance at the Undead casting a spell; the magic sword in his right hand was standard issue for the Firewing Forces.
He looked around; of the Undead besieging him, half were humans from Lordaeron, and the other half were High Elf from Quel'Thalas!
His consciousness was gradually fading. He knew he was about to die and might soon be resurrected as Undead, then turn his blade against the compatriots he had just been protecting!
He was powerless to resist, and filled with rage!
Just then, the Undead in front were suddenly blasted aside by a powerful gust of air, and a person carrying a giant sword, leaving a trail of afterimages, quickly arrived in front of him.
" Quel'Delar? You're Salorian Dawnseeker?" Jiang Jie frowned.
He didn't know Salorian, but he knew Quel'Delar.
This holy sword is so famous that countless people in the game have wanted to obtain it, and many people believe that it is the most beautiful sword!
This sword has a profound background and extraordinary origin, and it also has a strong Legendary color. Although it does not qualify as a legendary weapon, it is worthy of the name epic, and it is the top one among epic weapons!
In the distant past, the Dragon Aspects created countless enchanted blades, the most famous of which were a pair of sister swords: Quel'Delar and Quel'Serrar.
Products from Giant Dragon are guaranteed to be of the highest quality.
Jiang Jie always felt that, just like the divine sword " Shalamayne " that King Varian later obtained, if these two swords were put together, they might truly deserve to be ranked among the legends!
Unfortunately, very few players can actually collect both of these swords.
Later, Alexstrasza, the Red Dragon Queen " The Life-Binder," personally gave these two swords to two different elven warriors.
As time passed and generations came and went, Quel'Serrar disappeared, while Quel'Delar fell into the hands of Salorian Dawnseeker.
In the game, Salorian died in this battle against the Undead invasion, while Quel'Delar fell into the hands of the prince's guard, Lana'thel.
As time went on, Lana'thel, remembering the sword, eventually shattered it herself and threw the fragments into the distance.
Later, during the war against the Lich King, the sword was reforged and given by Lor'themar, the regent at the time, to Liadrin, who became the leader of the Blood Elf Paladin.
After many twists and turns, this sword finally found its true master.
Now, the Holy Sword remains, but Salorian Dawnseeker is on the verge of death.
His heart is broken, his body is riddled with holes. Even if you bring him to Fenna or Liadrin now, they can't bring him back to life. At most, they can purify him so that he won't be resurrected as Undead.
There are very few people in this world who have the ability to save his life...
"The divine sword Strom'kar! I've heard its Legendary before! You are Nicholas Jiang? The vice commander of the Ashen Army?" Upon seeing Jiang Jie, Salorian's eyes gleamed, and he seemed to regain his strength, but both Jiang Jie and he knew it was a final burst of energy before death.
If Jiang Jie could transcend the Xiantian and become Grandmaster, perhaps he could still save him, but not now.
"It's me." Jiang Jie struck out again, repelling the approaching Undead.
"Good, good, good!" Salorian shouted, turning to look at his brethren whom he wanted to protect. "Tell me, you can protect them for me, right? The High Elf are friends of humans. You said we fought side by side, we defeated the Troll and the Horde together. Now you will protect them for me, won't you?"
"I can!" Jiang Jie looked at the thousands of Undead around him and knew that with his own strength, he was no match for them. After all, he was not Legendary.
But he knew even more clearly that the Ashen Army was approaching, and the Holy Fire in the distance were as dazzling as the sun; Fenna had already seen him!
He was willing to be that strong woman's strongest support, but many times, it was that woman who stood behind him, supporting and protecting him.
"This sword is yours!" Salorian slammed Quel'Delar into the ground, then pulled a vial of holy water from his robes and placed it beside Quel'Delar: "This is the last one! Pour it on me after I die! I don't want to be resurrected as Undead! I will never turn my blade against my own kind, even if my soul has vanished and my body is controlled by someone else!"
"I will." Jiang Jie's expression was solemn; he always maintained sufficient respect for true warriors. "As for the holy sword Quel'Delar, I will also find it a true master!"
"May the stars protect you, successor to Emperor Thoradin! I'm sorry, I can no longer protect you, my friends. It was my honor to stand with you in defending our homeland and people. My soul must return to the stars."
Salorian's gaze gradually faded, and he collapsed to the ground, watching the starry sky finally appear after Naxxramas had vanished. His voice grew fainter and fainter. "Anar', anar', quel'dorei... In the name of light, in the name of the sun, High Elf, the enemy is about to break through our defenses..."
In the song of the High Elf, a true elven warrior lost his life.