With a single sword strike, Jiang Jie killed a foul-smelling Abomination, then picked up the holy water from the ground and sprinkled it on Salorian.
He glanced at the thousands of elderly, weak, sick, and disabled people in the trading hall and took a deep breath.
Having promised Salorian, he could not break his promise.
He must do everything in his power to protect them!
War is cruel; the idea of one person holding off thousands of Undead is beyond cruelty.
Even if Jiang Jie were made of iron, how many nails could he possibly hammer in?
He carried Salorian's body into the trading hall, then retreated to the entrance to fight a desperate battle!
Although the number of Undead they faced each time was not large, the battles were still very difficult.
His Internal Energy was rapidly depleted, eventually running out.
He fought with all his might, his body covered in wounds—sword wounds, knife wounds, burns from flames, frostbite from ice... Even his Nightslayer Armor was damaged in many places and had lost its original power.
Finally, when he could barely hold on, amidst the intense, Holy Fire, Fenna appeared.
An arrow pierced through a Ghoul that Cheap Shot; Sylvanas had arrived.
When Ashbringer and Ranger General join forces, and when the Ashen Army arrives, thousands of Undead are nothing.
In the end, Jiang Jie was rescued, thousands of the elderly, weak, sick and disabled survived, and Salorian's body was not desecrated.
" Naxxramas is gone. Let's set up the portal here, Archmage Angela." Jiang Jie looked at the female mage wearing the " Frostfire Regalia " and said softly, "I think Lord Uther is ready."
The Archmage nodded.
He maintained contact with the Arcanist Doan, reporting the movements of the Ashen Army and the situation in Quel'Thalas to Her Majesty the Queen and the Regent through Doan.
Calia and Uther reached an agreement: Uther would draw elite Paladin from various regions to stand by in Lordaeron during this period. If necessary, the Order of the Silver Hand would deploy their full strength to attack Silvermoon City!
Now is the best time.
Naxxramas has left, and the imprisonment spell has expired. As long as the Order of the Silver Hand arrive, they can take the opportunity to help the High Elf eliminate the Undead of Silvermoon City, stabilize the situation, and then defend the city. The High Elf will never forget this great favor!
In this perilous and war-torn era, Lordaeron will gain a powerful ally!
Fenna summoned all members of the Ashen Army to the square, forming a tight protective circle to buy time for Archmage Angela to build a teleportation portal.
Sylvanas also summoned all the rangers she could muster and gathered a dozen or so elven mages to follow the Archmage's orders.
Her gaze swept over the thousands of old, weak, sick, and disabled in the trading hall, over Salorian's corpse, over the holy sword Quel'Delar, and finally over the battered and bruised Jiang Jie.
She knew Salorian, one of the most powerful warriors of the High Elf;
She also recognized Quel'Delar, the holy sword, which was renowned as much as the two powerful bows and crossbows she carried;
She knew that Jiang Jie had sacrificed too much for the High Elf, and that the High Elf would forever remember this kindness and repay it with even more friendship and wealth.
It took a full hour.
An hour later, a massive portal was finally completed, and fully armed Paladin emerged from it.
At this very moment, in Quel'Danas.
It would take at least five or six hours for 50,000 Undead to cross a strait tens of kilometers wide.
During this time, the Sun King personally led his most elite troops to defend the southern coast of Quel'Danas, while Prince Kael'thas, Archmage Belo'vir, and others tried to break the binding spells at the Sunwell Plateau.
Time is running out for them, but breaking the code will take even longer. In this battle, who knows how many more High Elf will perish?
A red dragon arrived on the west coast of Isle of Quel'Danas without anyone noticing.
He transformed into his High Elf form, sensing the surging energy permeating the island, and frowned slightly.
"At least half of the Sunwell's energy has dissipated!"
" Arthas and the Scourge are coming. The High Elf cannot stop him. Kel'Thuzad is about to be resurrected. The corruption of the Sunwell is inevitable!"
"Once the Sunwell is corrupted, the energy of the entire Isle of Quel'Danas will be contaminated!"
"It seems I must find a way to leave hope for the Sunwell!"
The red dragon mage floated in the sky, raising his hands from his sides, his slender fingers plucking the Ley Line network of the entire Isle of Quel'Danas as if strumming harp strings.
As he moved the knob, the most essential part of the Sunwell energy that had spread throughout the entire island—the part that originally belonged to the Well of Eternity, the most essential part condensed based on the Waters of the Well of Eternity —suddenly converged towards the Red Dragon Mage without the notice of ordinary people or even all the mages of the Sunwell.
Time passed second by second, and fine beads of sweat appeared on the Red Dragon Mage's forehead. Clearly, even for Legendary mage of his caliber, achieving this was still very difficult.
Three whole hours.
He finally finished when Arthas's Scourge was about to reach the end of the Frost Road and could see the Sun King on the shore.
A clump of water floated in front of the red dragon mage.
This is the product of the Sunwell's energy compressed to its extreme: magical essence and Arcane water, just like the original Arcane energy, which came from the Sunwell and was produced by the evaporation of the well water.
To have achieved this much already makes them worthy of the title of Legendary.
But it's not over yet.
With a flick of his finger, the Red Dragon Mage released a drop of red dragon blood into the Arcane water. Then, with another flick of his finger, the red dragon fire, imbued with boundless life force, merged with the Arcane water.
Water and fire are incompatible, but this is not absolute.
Finally, the red dragon mage continued casting his spell, and the Arcane water mixed with red dragon blood and red dragon fire slowly transformed, quickly taking the shape of a human girl.
Then, she slowly gained a physical form, turning fifteen or sixteen years old, with waist-length blonde hair, possessing all the advantages of a human girl, the kind that everyone would like, even dragons would like, but she had no memories, her mind was blank as a sheet of paper.
In Azeroth today, it's not only the red dragons who can give life, but only they can do it so perfectly, because they are the Keeper of Life, and their queen is the " Life-Binder "!
This is the power bestowed upon them by the Titan Keepers through the guidance of Titans power. Every Dragon Aspects possesses a portion of Titans Titans's might and authority!
"It's not enough. The energy fluctuations are too great. Even the most ordinary mage apprentice can feel the powerful energy contained within her..."
The Red Dragon Mage continued casting spells, taking a full half hour to place a Legendary- level seal within her body. Only those with spellcasting abilities no less than his could sense her extraordinary nature.
"It's not enough. She's as innocent as a newborn baby, but I can't give her the memories I've woven. Her energy is too powerful, not much less than mine. I can't do it... So be it!"
The red dragon mage flicked his finger, and two drops of red dragon blood floated in the air, quickly transforming into an ordinary human couple of about forty years old. He then endowed them with ordinary human memories, and even they themselves believed that they were just ordinary humans with forty years of memories, completely unaware that they were creations of a red dragon mage.
"We can't send you to Dalaran... The energy within you could easily attract the attention of mages... You must stay away from Lordaeron, away from the war... Tarren Mill, it's a remote town, many refugees from the Western Plaguelands flock there, a few more refugees won't attract attention..."
The Red Dragon Mage glanced again in the direction of the Sunwell Plateau, shook his head slightly, and said wearily, "The fall of the Sunwell is inevitable... The Dragon Aspects are in trouble and are temporarily unable to manage these matters... I have done what I could, and I have preserved hope for the Sunwell... I am very weak now and cannot do any more... It's time to go!"
The red dragon mage cast another spell, and he and the three humans he had conjured vanished.