The clouds were covered with clouds, and the sky was shouting and killing.

"Your Highness, the Western Front is broken."

"The East Line is also..."

"There are too many undead!"

Listening to the constant war reports, Kelthas's heart became heavier.

The platform outside the Temple of the Sun Well has a good view, just enough to see the battlefield. The Sun Well Highland, which has not yet been rebuilt, is still a desolate ruin, which cannot block the view. Without the need for soldiers to repay, the prince can see how precarious the situation is.

The undead came from all directions and surrounded it heavily.

At first, the defensive spells played their due role, and a large number of undead were burned into ashes, or cracked into the most basic dust in high-intensity Olympiad light. However, after the energy supply was exhausted, the blood elves had to start hand-to-hand combat.

The Blood Knights team led by Leadrin is the most watched elite soldiers on the battlefield. The limelight even surpasses the Salorian Xunchen who holds Storkar and kills all over the world. No undead is their one-union enemy, and they are all destroyed under the holy light.

But the undead cannot kill, and it can't be seen at first sight, occupying every passage in the ruins. The undead doesn't care that the crowded formation is not conducive to fighting, and is simply using flesh and blood and life to build a victory without sacrificing.

The blood elves' speed of killing enemies is far from keeping up with the opponent's speed of filling the gaps in the front line and pressing forward. They have to fight and retreat and constantly shrink the defense line to ensure the safety of the situation.

The powerless scene of the Battle of Silver Moon City is re-scheduling in the Well of the Sun. Even if the magicians forcibly overdraw their magic power, the meteorite fire rain summoned together will burn all the undead, it will not be painful to their terrifying numbers.

"How is the mana recovery?" Kelthas asked Romans behind him.

Romans nodded slowly.

"Let's go, we'll join the war too." Kelthas took the lead in stepping down the platform.

...

“There are too many of them!”

Leaderine swung her sword, and Queldera, who was shrouded in the power of the Holy Light, cut seven or eight ghouls in half without any effort.

She looked around and found that there were only a dozen panting blood knights beside her. The nearest friendly forces were also dozens of meters away, blocking hundreds of undead spirits from the blood knights.

It was not that the Blood Knights went deep alone, but that the friendly forces could not resist the undead and were being forced to retreat. In just one or two minutes, the Blood Knights team fell behind unconsciously.

"Holy Light, please listen to my call and give me the power to purify evil..."

Almost as soon as she finished speaking, a holy light broke through the black clouds, fell from the sky, and landed on Leaderine. She poured the holy light into Queldera in her hand, let out a shout, held the hilt of the sword in her hands and inserted it hard into the ground under her feet...

With a muffled "boom", the ground in the radius of more than ten meters burst, and the blazing holy light flames gushed out, clearing out a vacuum in the dense group of undeads. Even a few stitching monsters with thick skin and flesh could not resist this "dedication" spell.

"Retreat, retreat!" Leadlin made a loud order and turned around and rushed into the enemy group.

Since she received the Holy Communion brought back by the prince's adviser, Leaderine has embarked on the road to regaining her faith under the guidance of a voice in the dark. She is now far stronger than before and has a deeper understanding of the Holy Light.

During her most confused period, Salorian Cheng-seeker, who had pointed out the way for her and gave her great help, also passed the holy sword Queldra to her, allowing her to hold the ancient holy sword forged by the dragon clan and purify all evil.

As he entered the enemy group, there were dense undead spirits in front, back and left and right. Even with the holy sword in hand, Leadlin felt pressured.

"Swoosh--"

A sharp sound suddenly came from the face, and a feather arrow happened to pass through the tiny crack between her helmet and her shoulder armor, killing the ghoul that almost pounced on her.

"Swoosh-swoosh..."

One, two...ten, twenty...

An archer with superb archery skills was harvesting the undead surrounding Leadline at a terrifying speed.

A sword swept across the space and Leadlin took the time to look up.

I saw a one-eyed traveler who was wearing a chain mail and a green cloak on his back, standing at the top of a stone pillar not far away, pulling arrows and raising their bows at a dazzling speed. After noticing Leadline's gaze, he pretended to be deep and nodding to her.

That way, you should be more artificial and more artificial.

"Lorthema, you fool," Leadrin couldn't help but smile and thought to herself, "Do you think I don't know who sent those magic crystals?"

These days, under the basin used for washing in her single tent, she was secretly stuffed into a mana crystal every day by an anonymous person.

After the destruction of the Well of the Sun, the addiction of magic became the primary problem that troubled the blood elves. But under the blessing of the holy light, Leadrin has escaped this trouble and no longer has to suck the magic crystals to relieve the addiction of magic. The crystals were also given to others by her.

After one day's training, she happened to run into the suspicious and sneaky Rothema Theron in the Blood Knight Camp. He lied that he was doing routine business and patrolling the military camp. Coriadelin understood, how could the Ranger Lord come to patrol the irrelevant Blood Knight Camp? The magic crystals in his tent were sent by him.

fool……

Rothama on the stone pillar suddenly flew up, shot three or four arrows in a handsome posture in the air, and then landed on the head of a stitching monster.

Before the disgusting flesh and blood creature could react, there were two daggers in their eyes. Rothema also used his legs and jumped towards Leaderin, turning over and having an arrow. The last feather arrow in the arrow pouch was penetrated into the head of the suture monster.

The sewing monster fell to the ground with a bang. Rothema landed on the ground and rolled over, then came to Leaderine, pulled out the short knife from her waist, guarded her flank without saying a word, and approached the friendly forces together.

...

"Hmph, a trick."

Thereseta snorted coldly, and effortlessly resolved the magic of a certain natural disaster psychic.

She stretched out her jade hand and snapped her fingers. The psychic turned into ashes in the flames, without even wailing.

These natural disaster psychics are half-baked, and their skills are not even as good as her poorest apprentice. However, because of the large number, they are fearless.

quantity……

Thereseta felt bitter in her heart. She was one of the most powerful mages of the Blood Elves, but how many undead she could kill?

Five hundred? One thousand?

She looked at the undead stacked onto the defense line, her mouth was a little bitter, there were too many undead.

In a daze, Helina, who was casting a spell beside Theresa Tower, suddenly let out a shrill scream, and her skin suddenly shrank and turned into a mummy.

Necromancer spell?

There was a stern heart, and there was no time to watch silently for his apprentice, and immediately searched for the caster in the undead group.

Helina is one of her most proud apprentices. She won the title of magician more than ten years ago. She has the strength of a primary epic, is talented, and specializes in defense and enhancement spells. The caster of the necromancer who can make her die before she can react, at least has the strength of a quasi-legendary.

Sure enough, a lich floating three feet above the ground came to the front line like a star in the undead.

When the strong meet, there is no need to say more, the two immediately launched a battle from afar. The shaping spells emerge one after another, and the flames and ice arrows dragged their long tails toward each other, and were blocked or offset by each other's spells...

Without the help of Therese Tower, the blood elf soldier in front of her was immediately suppressed by the undead.

As you go back and forth, Thereseta discovered that this lich was not a quasi-legend, but a legendary strongman with similar strength to her.

Although the opponent is more than her in terms of her superb spell casting, the Lace Tower had almost exhausted its magic when it cleared the corruption of the holy tree. It was unwise to continue this long-range confrontation that could not determine the outcome in a short period of time.

"Let them retreat." Therese Tats clenched his teeth and ordered the apprentice beside him.

The blood elf retreated, and Thelesta held on until the last moment to ensure that the lich could not pour the spell onto his own head. Finally, he looked at the floating lich deeply and cast the teleportation spell and retreated to the temple.

...

"Let's go, go!" Salorian Morning Seeker waved his arms and signaled his subordinates to retreat. When the friendly troops retreated, the elite troops he led were unable to support.

"Drink!" To cover his subordinates, he let out a roar of shock and jumped into the undead group to kill all directions. His bloodline was wide open, and his skin exposed outside the armor was exposed with a strange bright red.

In just a few minutes, the side of the hunter was surrounded by mountains of corpses and blood.

He gasped and his skin began to return to normal. Proficiency in mastering anger is a sign of a warrior's superb skills. Not everyone can maintain their rationality when his anger is violent. As one of the few blood elves who has entered the legendary realm, the power of the morning hunter is self-evident.

"Damn it, these undead are simply invincible."

Seeing that the last team also retreated to the temple, Salorien swung his sword to kill the undead in front of him, and turned around and evacuated.

...

"Retreat!"

Hadurun Mingyi's right finger was sore and soft due to the repeated pulling of the bow. He rushed to the battlefield with the first support troops. As soon as he arrived here, he felt an indelible sense of powerlessness.

Everything at this time is like the battle to defend Queldanas Island.

The Rangers shot all the ammunition they carried. They were the most elite archers with the sharpest arrows. But facing the endless army of undeads, how many enemies did they kill? They could only watch Alsace kill the Anastalian King they loved. The undead stepped on the sad ice of the Demon Blade Frost and poured into the Sunwell Highlands...

After taking a feather arrow handed over by the adjutant, Hadurun hesitated. He shot it either without shooting it or not. In the end, he inserted the feather arrow back into the arrow bag, turned around and jumped down the sloping high wall, and led all travelers to retreat to the temple.

...

All the troops were retreating to the temple, preparing to rely on the favorable terrain around the temple to resist the dead.

More than a dozen large portals were opened, and support troops were pouring out from it continuously, but even so, compared with the overwhelming army of undead, the number of blood elves still seemed to be short of money.

Despair is spreading, and the destruction of the Kingdom of Quelthalas is still vivid in my mind. Now the undead once again showed an absolute numerical advantage, surrounding the rebirth of the Sun Well, which was highly expected by all the blood elves.

The sun is on the top, the dead...

Too many.

Where did they come from? How could there be so many?

Didn’t Alsace take away all the main forces?

In despair, a long and beautiful sound resounded throughout the battlefield. An immortal bird with a blazing flame was seen flying over the battlefield in an invincible posture, opening his mouth to spit out a terrifying magic flame, burning hundreds of undead to ashes in an instant.

The immortal birds hovered, chirped, and burned, attracting much attention against the background of the cloudy sky!

It's Prince Kelthas! It's Sindore's hope to take action!

The soldiers looked back and saw Kelthas standing proudly on the edge of the high temple platform, as if emitting an indelible strong light, which made people unable to help but be fascinated by it.

"Long live the prince!"

"Long live Xinduole!"

The blood elves cheered, as if they were given a shot of a cardiotonic agent, with a huge fighting spirit. The rapidly retracted defense line showed indomitable resilience, and even forced the undead out of the ruins around the temple.

But then, a ray of gray gas came from a corner of the battlefield, hitting the Immortal's chest accurately.

The Immortal Bird let out a painful howl, its whole body trembled violently, then it continued to shrink, and then shrank, turning into a giant dome and landed on the ground.

The undead rushed forward.

The cheers came to an abrupt end.
Chapter completed!