Chinese Warriors in World of Warcraft

Chapter 200 One Sword Ice Sea (14)

"People of Silvermoon City, I am Sylvanas Windrunner, Ranger General!"

"In my hand I hold the Windrunner Warbow that represents the glory of the Windrunner family, and in my other hand I hold the Guardian of Farinrush Quel'Thalas bestowed by the Sun King! On the day I was appointed as Ranger General For a moment, I am the guardian of this country!"

"Behind me, in every corner of Silvermoon City, there are tens of thousands of elf rangers fighting! Bloody battles! Every one of them is the guardian of Quel'Thalas!"

"In every place you can see, in every place you haven't seen, there are more high elves fighting, whether soldiers or guards, nobles or commoners, old people or children, they are all quivers. Guardian of Erthalas!"

"Outside the city, Ranthal Hawksbill and Nathanos Marris, two ranger generals, are leading the rangers from Eversong Forest and Ghostland, and they are also the guardians of Quel'Thalas! "

"Further away, reinforcements from Lordaeron's Silver Hand Knights have arrived. They are willing to help us and protect Quel'Thalas!"

"The Sun King has contacted the leaders of various countries, and more reinforcements are coming. Silvermoon City is not alone, and the whole world will stand by our side!"

"Now, with your cries and your fists, with any weapon you can find, with your rage and the bones of the undead, tell me that each of you is a guardian of Quel'Thalas!"

The Windrunner family has a high prestige in the eyes of the high elves. Since following the ancestors of the Sunstriders to this land thousands of years ago, the Windrunner family has been in charge of the Ranger Troop. The Windrunners of the past generations have successively served as rangers in Silvermoon City. The general of the army, this position has never left others alone.

It can even be said that the status of the Windrunner family is second only to the Sunstrider family!

High elves, be willing to believe in Cirvanas, believe in Windrunner!
At the same time, in other corners of Silvermoon City, voices came one after another:

"I am Von der Lore, the archbishop of the Holy Light Church of the high elves, and I am fighting against the natural disaster near the east wall!"

"I am Liadrin, a high-ranking priest, and I will fight side by side with my mentor! There are dozens of priests by my side, and we are with you!"

"I am Thalorian Dawn Seeker, I am the holder of the Holy Sword Quel'Delar, I am chasing the court of the sun, fighting against the undead! By my side, there are still lawbreakers! And Soldiers of the Sunfury Legion and the Morning Herald Legion! And the high elf paladins summoned from Lordaeron!"

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Voices sounded one after another, arousing fighting spirit and awakening courage!

And beside Cirvanas, Jiang Jie took Cirvanas's words, and his voice spread to every corner of Silvermoon City:
"I am Nicholas Jiang, the deputy commander of the Ashes, the Earl of the Kingdom of Lordaeron, the holder of the Excalibur Stromkar, and the heir to the will of Emperor Thoradin!"

"2800 years ago, when the troll empire invaded, humans fought side by side with the high elves. Together we defeated the Amani trolls. Now they are huddled in the small Zul'Aman, and their glory is lost!"

"During World War II, when the orcs and other races of the tribe were rampant, humans once again fought side by side with the high elves. Now the orcs have been torn apart. They don't know where to hide, and they dare not show their faces!"

"Now, the Scourge is invading. Humans have not forgotten our alliance and once again extended a helping hand. Are the high elves willing to fight side by side with humans?"

Silence, silence, and then a voice sounded in the west of Silvermoon City:

"Lanathel, the prince's guard, is willing to fight! High elves, never surrender! Silvermoon City, never fall!"

The first voice sounded, then the second, and the third.

Then each voice merged into a passionate wave, resounding throughout Silvermoon City.

"We are willing to fight!"

"This is our homeland! We will protect it ourselves! We can't let humans see jokes!"

"The High Elves are the Children of the Stars! We will not yield!"

"Silver Moon City, never fall!"

When summoned to courage, the High Elves display a fighting prowess that not even the Scourge can contain.

Jiang Jie soon came to the prison in Silvermoon City.

The jailers are gone, they are fighting the undead.

Jiang Jie walked into the prison without any difficulty, opened the gates one by one with the Excalibur, and then found the imprisoned ranger lord Lor'themar.

The current Silvermoon City needs every ounce of strength, and Lor'themar shouldn't stay in prison.

Outside is his world, his battlefield.

At the same time, an ancient red dragon was flying from Northrend to Silvermoon City.

However, he suddenly felt terrible energy fluctuations, and his face changed.

"The Sunwell exploded?"

"It seems that we can't go to Silvermoon City anymore, the Sunwell is more important!"

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The bravery of the high elves displeased Arthas.

He didn't expect that these guys whose will had been broken could still show their fighting spirit.

And what caused all this was the Ranger General who was originally dead, and it was Nicholas who forced him away on the Whispering Coast!
At this moment, Arthas really wanted to kill them himself!
"Darkhan has succeeded, the rune barrier has disappeared, and the Sunwell has exploded. My prince, there is no point in slaughtering the high elves. Our goal is the Sunwell. The most powerful batch of the Sun King and Sunstrider Dynasty People have already returned to the Sunwell Highlands, especially among them, there are a large number of mages. These mages gather together and will soon be able to destroy the imprisonment spell, and then get in touch with the Sunwell to build a rune barrier. When the time comes , without a second Dar'Khan, we cannot break through the Sunwell."

Kel'Thuzad's voice sounded: "Go to the Sunwell Plateau immediately! We must hurry up! Don't let these damned high elves hold us back!"

The anger did not blind the eyes of the death knight. The human prince who was once called "the pride of Lordaeron" quickly made a decision.

He doesn't need any screams at all, his will is transmitted to every undead through Frostmourne and the huge spiritual network established by the Lich King.

Alsace held his sword and jumped on his horse. The elite among the 15 undead, at least [-] undead, immediately followed him into a wave of death, broke through the walls of Silvermoon City, and came to the northern coast.

Across the sea is the Isle of Quel'Danas, where the Sunwell Plateau is located.

The two places are too far apart. This is a vast strait, and as far as mortals can see, there is only a small island.Not to mention [-] undead, even if all the high elves and even all humans are filled in, this strait cannot be filled.

There is no ferry here, the nearest Yangfan Port is tens of kilometers away, and Silver Moon City does not have a dedicated coast.

How can the undead cross the strait?

At this moment, Sylvanas, Jiang Jie, Lor'themar, Halduron, all eyes turned to the distant coast, to the Scourge like the tide.

Although he already knew what method Alsace would use to cross the sea, Jiang Jie still looked forward to seeing that scene.

Just like two days ago, Arthas walked to the shore, and then held the magic sword upside down with both hands, and the tip of Frostmourne plunged into the sea.

The next moment, the power of frost from Northrend in the North Pole, centered on Frostmourne, spread deeper into the ocean.

The surface of the sea turned into a layer of ice, turning into a frosty road extending towards the other shore. The thick ice layer could withstand the crawling of Anubrekan, and naturally it could also withstand the crushing of countless undead.

Arthas drew out the Excalibur and rode on the skeleton warhorse. His invincible footsteps were getting farther and farther away from Silvermoon City, and closer and closer to Quel'Danas.

Whenever he came to the end of the Frost Road, Arthas pointed the tip of Frostmourne's sword forward, and the sea continued to freeze forward.

What kind of scene is this?
With the power of one person, freeze the entire strait, forming a frosty road with a width of more than one kilometer and a length of dozens of kilometers!

Freezing three feet is not a day's cold. Arthas used his own power, legendary power, and the rune magic sword in his hand to communicate with the extreme cold of Northrend in the North Pole, completely breaking this iron law!
(End of this chapter)