The center of the battle between the two armies gradually moved away. The Lordaeron soldiers approached the position outside Dalaran that had been enclosed by the barrier. Under the cover of the elite troops of various tribes, the line became more and more stable.

Alsace led his main force and marched thousands of kilometers day and night for this battle. Although he failed to annihilate the remnants of Lordaeron before they entered the city, it can be said that the goal was basically achieved.

The coalition forces paid an extremely heavy price to successfully escape from the battle. The remnant army of Lordaeron became a veritable "remnant" army, leaving corpses all along the way.

Although tens of thousands of the undead were wiped out by a large number of mages, it was also uncomfortable, but what the Scourge Legion was least afraid of was losses.

Those fresh corpses are Alsace's source of troops.

The necromancer will inject necromantic energy into the well-preserved corpses to create elite soldiers with strength comparable to those in life. The weaker ones can also be forcibly resurrected, giving birth to fangs and claws, and become the backbone of the Scourge's ghouls.

No matter what happens, you can always remove some tendons and bones from the broken limbs and use them as reserve "parts" for the suture monster.

In short, as long as it is a corpse, it will always be put to good use in the Scourge Legion. As one goes, the enemy will become weaker and weaker, and the Scourge Legion will become stronger and stronger. Fear will also spread to everyone who dares to stop the Scourge Legion.

In the minds of the fools on the road ahead, no one will feel good when they see their comrades who fought together yesterday dragging their rotting bodies and waving their claws covered with abscesses at them today.

Kael'thas's right hand in his sleeve trembled slightly, and his eyes were fixed on Alsace not far away. The rancid resurrectors who were salivating swarmed past, and the unconscious grunts from their mouths became blocked by the pus.

There was a strange "jirgulu" sound, just like a naughty child blowing bubbles in a water glass with a hollow reed stick.

Kael'thas has been far away from all allies and is surrounded by the undead. It's time to leave.

His goal was achieved.

This battle could not be said to be very exciting, it was even just a test battle with each other on high alert, which allowed him to roughly understand Alsace's strength.

Yes, Arthas is indeed very strong. A rare man who has become a top expert in the legendary field at this age. He can even hurt a magic master like Kael'thas, whether he knows it or not.

, are enough to be proud of.

But in Kael'thas' view, his power completely relies on the magic blade, and the time he has been in contact with the undead energy is still short, and he has not yet reached the point where he can control it like an arm. Perhaps given time, he can grow to a level that is difficult for ordinary people.

Achievable heights, but right now...

Arthas is still the prince of Lordaeron. At least Kael'thas has plenty of opportunities to complete his revenge and the revenge of the Sin'dorei clan.

"The blood of Quel'dorei will not be in vain. One day, I will make you pay for it with blood. That day will come soon, Arthas."

The anger in his chest was burning, but Kael'thas' tone was extremely calm. He silently recited the teleportation spell, looked past the fallen prince, and saw the high elf resurrector behind him holding a war bow and using a graceful posture to move quickly among the groups of undead.

His teeth couldn't help but clenched a little more.

He had the idea of ​​​​desperately using up the most powerful spells in his life and taking this opportunity to severely damage Arthas. But the duel in the legendary realm could not be a matter of time. Every second he stayed in the Scourge Army, the more powerful he would be.

You may fall into the siege of a strong enemy.

What really frightened him was not Arthas who had not yet grown up, but the lich Kel'Thuzad who used the Sunwell to reshape his body and return to the world of the living.

Kael'thas' body was wrapped in a sudden surge of arcane energy and began to become void.

Alsace noticed his intention, and immediately raised his hand and shot out a huge claw made of pure necromantic energy, intending to repeat the same trick and seal the space around him.

Kael'thas would never fall into the same predicament again. The three emerald green balls suspended around him expanded outwards and erupted into a dazzling green light. When the death grip approached, it completely offset the latter's energy.

With a soft "pop" sound, Kael'thas disappeared from the spot.

"The cunning mage."

Arthas snorted coldly. The opponent's cunning made him feel helpless. From the beginning, this battle fell into the opponent's rhythm. This situation has not happened for a long time since he got Frostmourne.

.

Mages often deliberately avoid close combat. In extremely fast-paced close combat, they have no time to recite incantations and prepare spells. Most of their skills are wasted, and they can be said to be at the mercy of others.

But for a master of magic in the legendary field who has perfected his spellcasting skills, this is completely the opposite. If you are fully prepared, even the warrior with the fastest reaction will only be fooled by them.

Just like just now.

Arthas couldn't help but raise Frostmourne and stared at the sharp sword in trance.

"Don't doubt, you will soon have power far beyond that elf... You will eventually become one with Frostmourne. By then, no one will be able to look down on you..." said the voice in his mind.

Arthas ignored the Lich King, closed his eyes, extended his perception to the entire fertile plain, and observed the situation on the battlefield through the eyes of a hundred thousand Scourge soldiers. After discovering that the remnants of Lordaeron had entered the barrier, he issued a

Give up the order to pursue the regular formation.

A lich floating above the ground floated over and bowed respectfully to him.

"Is the spell complete?" Arthas asked.

"It's almost there," Kel'Thuzad's voice sounded like the ancient polar ice. "With the help of Tichondrius and other Dreadlords, the progress is very gratifying. Destruction will come soon."

Arthas looked at the Magic City standing proudly dozens of kilometers away and nodded slightly.

…

"Heavy casualties."

On the eastern position of the city, Garithos, who was covered in the rotten blood of the undead, couldn't help but shake his head and answered Antonidas's question.

The position was in chaos, with cries of pain rising one after another, most of them calling for the army doctors. The Silver Hand paladins had just experienced a battle, and without any rest, they devoted themselves to the treatment of the wounded. The same was true for the church priests, delivering bandages.

Teams carrying ointments and other medical supplies filed out of the east gate.

"The casualties exceeded nine thousand, and we lost nearly one-fifth of our troops." Garithos looked solemn as he spoke and unhooked the iron buckle of the breastplate. "These damn undead are really too fast. It only took a few seconds."

In just a few days, they caught up with us..."

The Grand Marshal of Lordaeron looked at the people around him, and the leaders of the tribes were present. There was Kael'thas who had just withdrawn from the battlefield, and he personally led hundreds of gryphon riders to the Eagle's Nest Mountain in Dalaran at dawn.

The king, Falstad Wildhammer, leader of the Wildhammer dwarves, and five members of the Kirin Tor Council.

Garithos couldn't help but take a second look at Kael'thas. The blood elves helped him resist the most terrifying knife troops of the undead. Without them, the number of casualties in the Lordaeron army would have at least doubled.

At this time, his mood was somewhat complicated. The armor was removed, and the leather lining was also taken off. The attendant saw the large bruise on Garithos' chest that was hit by a blunt object, and couldn't help but exclaimed.

"Sir, you..."

"It doesn't matter, the ribs are not broken. We'll deal with it later." Garithos waved his hand and interrupted nonchalantly. He took the casual clothes from the attendant's hand and put them on before making him retreat.

"Your Excellency, Generalissimo, I have ordered people to vacate the residence in the east area of ​​the city so that it can be used as a treatment point. Please be sure to complete the treatment and transportation of the wounded within one hour. We must set up defenses immediately. We don't know when the Scourge Legion will

Will launch next attack."

Antonidas was worried and kept scanning the position.

The steam tank is replenishing fuel and ammunition. It will take at least a few hours to park in a pre-reserved position and play the role of a fort in the defensive battle. The same is true for the soldiers at the bottom. Natural disasters do not require rest, but they do.

This evacuation operation, which traveled dozens of kilometers, almost exhausted their physical strength.

Antonidas believes that the anti-undead barrier he developed is unbreakable, but he is not superstitious about its power. Facing such a terrifying army, he must concentrate and go all out.

The Bronzebeard dwarf general said: "Let the humans retreat and rest. The four thousand soldiers from Ironforge can take over their defensive positions."

"Many aircraft need repair, please give us at least three hours."

"Griffin..."

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"The Book of Medivh, the Book of Medivh!"

While the military leaders of the various clans were discussing the details of the defense, a young blood elf ran over in a hurry, shouting loudly to attract everyone's attention, looking somewhat reckless.
Chapter completed!