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"Another enemy is coming out!"

Veronara heard guard Grell's loud shout and found his position. The dark purple-haired high elf had a strong body. When facing hatred, he raised his huge heavy sword high, without any trace of it.

Not afraid.

"Commander, look over there!" Ranger Cynthia Falcon shouted. Veronara looked along her hand, and a special being appeared on the chaotic battlefield. That person was dead, and from the ashes of death

This can be judged in the skin color. His skeleton horse will produce ice when it steps on the ground. The rune sword in his hand emits a faint light, which makes people uneasy.

"It's Alsace!" Venonara shouted, alerting her other comrades that the enemy's leader had appeared.

"That's enough!" Arthas shouted, glaring at Darkan who was kneeling with great dissatisfaction, "You rabble don't even think about slowing me down."

Guard Greer did not take his words as a threat, he rushed forward.

"Unless I die, you can't even take a step forward!"

As soon as Alsace pierced the elf who came up to block him with his sword, he caught a glimpse of this guy who didn't care about life and death. He was tired of it. In his eyes, this battle was unreasonable.

'Prick Frostmourne into this land and let them see its true power!'

The Lich King's whisper was also an order. Arthas jumped off his horse, grasped the hilt of Frostmourne's sword with both hands, and stabbed it to the ground...

"Claire! Cynthia!" Veronara exclaimed, and all the rangers seen by the two comrades and the female elf turned into ice sculptures.

"Worry about yourself!" Alsace kicked Invincible hard and rushed over. Frostmourne made Veronara's last frightened look eternal.

"Monster... you will never reach the Sunwell. The Ranger General... will... stop you..."

"No one can stop me!" Arthas pulled Frostmourne out of Veronara's body. The blood on the rune sword had solidified.

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hillsbrad coastline

Jaina Proudmoore was helping others board the ship. Even the female mage herself did not expect that she had received a lot of help. In addition to the ship her father left here and the refugees from Lordaeron, Antonidas also sent

A mage army was placed under her command. The most surprising thing was that Jaina received the support of Stromgarde, and many people from the Kingdom of Stromgard joined her expedition.

"That's it." Jaina looked at these people happily. As long as some people survive, there will be hope. It will take some time for everyone to board the ship. If you estimate the time, you can set off by dusk.

"Lady Proudmoore."

"Mr. Maris!"

Nathanos's father, Braed Marris, looked very haggard. His hair already had many pale spots, and his wrinkles were much deeper than before. Jaina realized that he was an old man.

He also wanted to conquer the continent of Kalimdor, and it was Nathanos who asked Jaina to bring his family. The female mage suddenly realized that when she was looking for Nathanos's family, she missed one - his mother.

Braid had asked her many times, wanting to know the whereabouts of his wife and children. Jaina had also promised to bring them to Braed, but there were too many things to prepare, and she had been delayed.

Go down.

"My wife..." Braid had already asked. Jaina recovered from her memories. For some reason, she casually said: "Madam is with Nathanos. They are safe."

"Really?" The dark clouds in Brad's heart immediately dispersed. This was the best news he had heard in several days.

Jaina had never had the experience of being happy with a lie. She just wanted Nathanos's elderly father to feel at ease, even if she lied about it. Of course, he sincerely hoped that Nathanos would be safe and sound.

The great changes in Lordaeron in a short period of time have plunged many people into fear. Without the leadership of the king, many people have lost their direction. They don't know what to do, where they are safe, and where they have not been destroyed by the undead.

.When Jaina appeared in front of them, they saw hope, and the female mage also regarded them as hope.

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"The second line of defense has been breached."

Alleria nodded. The scout didn't say much. Everyone knew what the outcome of the first line of defense would be. The female elf saw Nathanos standing far away from her, seeming to be tinkering with something in his hand.

.But her lover deliberately turned his hand away from her, so she couldn't see clearly what it was. Moreover, the troops she assigned to Nathanos were also missing. Alleria suddenly felt that something was filling her up in Nathanos.

.She shook her head, reminding herself that she shouldn't have such doubts. The most important thing now is trust.

The ranger general looked around at his troops. Compared with the second line of defense, there were more ballistas here and there were relatively more troops. But she was not confident. The defeat of Veronala had already damaged morale, and there was one more thing - the refugees were too

More and more, Alleria's strategic vision gradually changed from defeating Arthas to holding back Arthas as much as possible and helping Silvermoon City or the Island of Quel'Danas gain more preparation time.

The female elf took a deep breath, and it smelled like rotting corpses. Sylvanas was not here, and Vereesa was not here either. Alleria didn't think having her family around at this time would allow her to focus more on fighting. She didn't

I want to see them hurt, let alone witness their sacrifice.

"They're coming!"

The natural disaster undead began to pour in like crazy, with a strong smell of blood.

"Don't be afraid." Nathanos came to her and said, "Get the archers and ballistas ready and shoot at will. When the enemy gets closer than a hundred meters away, prepare for a close-range bloody battle."

Alleria nodded, she was speechless because she didn't know if she could survive or see Nathanos' face.

A crossbow arrow pierced the abdomen of the abomination, and blood and flesh flew everywhere. Arthas knew that the person blocking him in front was Alleria Windrunner, the ranger general of Silvermoon City, the hero of the Second War, but what he cared about was another person.

man, and he was right across the street.

"Thassarian!"

"I am here, Your Highness the Prince." Death Knight Thassarian said. The difference between him and Arthas is that he was a death knight who was resurrected after being killed.

"You lead people around here and attack them from behind."

"As you command!"

"Farric, Maven!"

His former personal bodyguard heard the call and came to him. Arthas had gradually become accustomed to giving orders like this.

"I see a lot of elven refugees fleeing. You bring people to rob and kill them."

Arthas then spoke to the Lich King and ordered all gargoyles to fly into the sky to fight Alleria's dragonhawk knights, and attack the long-range troops behind the elven army.

The screams in the sky were extremely harsh. Nathanos and Alleria stood together. They ensured that every arrow could shoot down the annoying gargoyles, but they were unable to repel the enemies above them. Nathanos

The appearance of the enemy in Si's eyes had not changed at all, and his movements had not changed either, except that the hand drawing out the arrow was getting faster and faster, but the capacity of the quiver was limited, and Nathanos had missed it for the first time. He realized

By the time he had no more bows and arrows.

"Alleria..." Nathanos called out his lover's name, and he found that the oak quiver behind the female elf was also empty.

"I don't like corpses, Nathanos. They are lying quietly under the ground." Alleria pulled out a gorgeous sword equipped with gems. After exchanging a look with Nathanos, she called on the soldiers and

She charges together.

Nathanos stood there and watched one soldier after another pass by. He took out a stone with blue runes from his pocket. Vereesa told him that this thing can be used for thirty seconds.

Nathanos knew that he could not save others. He just wanted to save Alleria and let the love in his heart live, by any means. Even if that would make Alleria questionable by others and make the female elf

Even if he hates himself, he will never tolerate it.

"Everyone else will die..." Nathanos felt heartbroken. He would take Alleria and abandon these bloody soldiers. But soon, he vented his unwillingness on the enemy. He cruelly

He slammed into the tide of corpses and scattered the leading troops with his hounds. The other undead began to approach him, determined to tear this human into pieces.

He threw the sword in his hand, knocked down a psychic who controlled a ghoul, and then rolled forward to pick up the weapon of a fallen soldier. Nathanos didn't know whether what he picked up was a dagger or a dagger.

He saw a head chopped off by him. Then Nathanos knocked away the undead that rushed towards him from the other side, giving him enough time to swing his weapon to attack the opponent.

There were too many of them! Nathanos was trapped in the killing. He felt like he was back in Hearthglen. He held on until the end when Uther came with reinforcements to save him. But it was different now. Uther was dead. Nathanos

Reminding himself that he cannot wait for rescue today, he has to save others.

The undead creatures we once saw in Andorhal are incomparable to the enemies in front of us. The ghouls have become more flexible, and the abominations are no longer sluggish. In addition, there are more air forces and those that suddenly appear from the ground.

Spider monsters. Too many unexpected things happened at the same time. The most important thing is that the enemies are not just superior in numbers, their strength is something that Nathanos cannot figure out. Although only Abomination looks strong, but those eaters

Wights and standing corpses also have the ability to fight an elven warrior in a stalemate. Fortunately, they seem to rely more on strength than skill, and Nathanos is able to use weapons flexibly to deal with them.

Alleria used a fierce sword dance to deal with the enemies behind her. She picked up an injured soldier who fell to the ground and shouted to anyone else: "Take her and leave!"

The female elf controlled herself and came to Nathanos. They fought back to back, using bloody weapons to attack the undead on the left and right. Covered in filth, they looked a little embarrassed, but they could still feel each other's heartbeats and breathing. When they saw

After the two men's bravery, a burst of cheers rang out from the elven army. Arthas was not surprised at all. He had trained next to Muradin when he was young, and had heard of the tacit understanding and cooperation between the two when fighting the orcs.

Others can feel it easily.

Arthas watched from behind, letting his men attack continuously. The elves' front did not retreat, and he had to admire the opponent's tenacity.

"We are surrounded." Alleria reluctantly admitted this. She believed that Nathanos must also know, but neither of them said it at the beginning.

"Yes, I believe we have persisted long enough, and Silvermoon City must be well prepared. Can you feel at ease, Alleria?" Nathanos squeezed out a smile with a blood-stained corner of his mouth.

"No, I'm not at ease yet." She also smiled and pressed tightly against Nathanos's solid back, "And you, Nathanos. You should leave here quickly. There are not many undead surrounding us behind.

, you can stand out."

"And left you here?" Nathanos asked back. His calm tone surprised Alleria, and the female elf even imagined Nathanos being furious.

"I will not abandon you, Alleria."

"This is my war, you know? It is my responsibility to protect my homeland." Alleria persuaded, "Nathanos, I don't want to see your blood splattered in Quel'Thalas."

The human behind him let out a long sigh of relief, and Alleria mistakenly thought that he had made a decision and compromised.

"Yes, Quel'Thalas is not my home." Nathanos said what we all know.
To be continued...