Quel'Thalas Frontier Outpost—if this ruined ruin can even be called an outpost.
Today's fifteenth... may also be the sixteenth wave of attack, who cares? Anyway, those things finally retreated. After paying hundreds of broken corpses, those rotting monsters gave up this breakthrough point. It is not very accurate to say that they gave up. In fact, their retreat was entirely due to the effect of the magic barrier: finally The special barrier activated at the critical moment blocked the breath of life from the vicinity of the outpost, and lost the biggest target. Coupled with constant attacks, the undead finally gave up on this place.
There are less than ten sentinels surviving, and there are only two mages who are responsible for supplying magic power to the magic circle. They have just left the apprenticeship stage, which has already reached the bottom line of being able to support the defense, and can persist until now. This is already a miracle of miracles.
Due to the devastating invasion of Alsace, Quel'Thalas has fallen into a situation where there are ten rooms and nine empty spaces. Even if apprentice-level mages are pulled into the army to make up the numbers, the assembled Farstrider troops are far from being able to support For the defense of the entire border, before this, the blood elves had streamlined and streamlined the establishment of a single sentry unit, but this could not solve the problem fundamentally. There were only more than 20 soldiers stationed in this outpost— It is equivalent to less than half of a sentinel unit in the glory days of Quel'Thalas, and more than half of the more than 20 people are apprentices who have just received temporary training. In the first battle, these apprentices had Two-thirds died under the claws of the undead, and the remaining two mage apprentices are the only hope for this outpost to survive—if the magic barrier that can temporarily block the breath of life is lost , In just one hour, this outpost will be completely submerged by a tide of undead.
About one kilometer behind the outpost, a light blue enchantment that runs through the sky is shining with a slight glow. It is the last barrier of the entire Kingdom of Quel'Thalas, under the iron heel of Alsace. The only two remaining rune stones built a fragile protective layer. If this protective shield goes out, the whole of Quel'Thalas will be over.
Compared with the substantial magic barrier that once covered the entire Quel'Thalas, this protective shield that constantly flickered due to insufficient energy was so weak that it was pitiful.
The purpose of this outpost in front of the protective shield and other outposts on this line of defense is to block the undead army as much as possible, at least to share part of the pressure on the crumbling protective barrier—although it seems like this now Efforts are only delaying the inevitable destruction.
"Captain, when will our reinforcements arrive?"
A pale young female elf came out of the barracks that were already covered with scars. There was unconcealable fatigue and fear in her beautiful emerald green eyes. Judging from her clothes, she was still in the apprenticeship stage. The rookie mage, and the continuous supply of magic power for the magic barrier of this small outpost has exhausted the rookie who has not rich magic power reserves.
The object of her question was the captain of the sentinel standing outside the barracks looking at the rotting land in the distance. He was a tall elf warrior. Blood elves rarely give up magic and specialize in melee combat. This captain of the sentinel is no exception. , from the dark red halo floating on the surface of the steel armor on his body, it can be seen that this is a dual-cultivation warrior who has minored in low-level fire magic—and only blood elves with a long life have this qualification. Also learn those profound and complicated magical knowledge.
"Soon, if there are no accidents, reinforcements from Silvermoon City will arrive in a few days. Our task now is to stick to this place and absolutely not let the Great Barrier in the rear receive any more impact...Torina, you go to rest first Well, don't participate in the next battle, save your energy to support the magic barrier."
The tired-looking captain of the sentinel tried his best to show a relaxed smile, comforting the rookie mage in front of him who obviously hadn't adapted to this kind of warfare. The latter didn't seem to notice the determination in the captain's eyes—or noticed but But forcing himself to ignore the desperate look, the elf mage named Tolina showed a relieved smile and returned to the barracks.
There are no more reinforcements.
The captain of the sentinel knew this very well. The only mobilizable combat power in Silvermoon City had been deployed on the outer line of defense of the magic barrier. The last defensive force, apart from the dozens of archmages who stayed on the Tower of Sunfury to provide magic supplements for the entire Great Barrier, there are only old and weak women and children left in the entire Silvermoon City...
Although he has been using lies to appease the few remaining soldiers, the captain of the sentinel knows that everyone has already guessed this, and he is deceiving them with a beautiful lie, and they are also forcing themselves to believe that this is an unbelievable truth. sexual news.
The once powerful and glorious kingdom of the high elves has now been reduced to relying on a group of trainee soldiers to delay its destruction. This fact is not mentioned at all in the so-called "plot".
Of course, in the original "plot", the blood elves did not have the unlucky encounter with a collective riot of hundreds of thousands of undead just when they were about to catch their breath...
At this moment, bursts of depressing aura suddenly came from afar, making the pensive captain of the sentinel suddenly alert.
As far as the eye could see, nothing appeared, and there were no rotting limbs popping out of the scorched soil, but the elves' intuition was always quite accurate, and they had already abandoned the sentinels of the high elves' elegant character in such battles Regardless of the mud and blood stains on the ground, the captain deftly lay down on the ground, putting his long ears close to the ground.
The next moment, his face became extremely pale.
It was the sound of a large group of people running, and the source of the sound was the rotting wasteland.
In that direction, the only things that move are carrion and bones.
The captain of the sentinel stood up, and what was reflected in his pupils was the smoke gradually rising from the distant horizon and a dark tide gradually enlarging.
The shaking of the ground had reached the point where it could be faintly detected. Without the captain of the sentinel calling out a warning, the soldiers who had developed their intuition during these consecutive days of high-intensity combat came out of the barracks vigilantly.
"The Sunwell!" Torina let out a terrified cry. "We're done!"
"How come there are so many!?"
Even the calmest sentinel captain couldn't help but let out such an outrageous exclamation. The invisible army of undead has far exceeded the number of enemies they have encountered in the past few days. Could it be that these days Are the hundreds of thousands of undead, who have been on the verge of moving, finally launching a general attack at this moment
Although it had been expected that such a full-scale impact would come sooner or later, but when it was actually faced, it was still difficult for the captain of the sentinel to accept this fact.
"Quick... quickly prepare the magic barrier..."
"It can't be done..." Tolina's face turned pale, "The magic power of Sare and I have already..."
The captain of the sentinel also subconsciously thought of opening the life-saving magic barrier, but he also clearly knew that even if the barrier was opened, the army of undead couldn't sense the breath of life here, so what's the point
In this torrent of the dead, there is no possibility of being spared!
Quel'Thalas was doomed—that was the only thought that crossed the Sentinel Captain's mind.
But at this moment, a ranger with strong observation ability beside him suddenly made a surprised voice: "Strange, those monsters seem a little strange..."
The ranger's words gave the captain of the sentinel a glimmer of hope inexplicably. He observed the approaching undead from a distance again, and finally found that the situation of the enemy this time seemed to be different from the previous attack.
It seems that they didn't pay attention to the life-rich target in front of them at all, but just ran forward desperately, and even some fragile little skeletons were trampled into pieces by taller monster corpses. It's rushing to eat, or rather...
escape
This word, which sounds particularly ridiculous at this moment, flashed through the mind of the captain of the sentinel.
escape? These mindless undead also have the concept of escape? Do they feel fear? Or do they still have enough brain tissue to conceive the concept of "escape for life"
But the next moment, the captain of the sentinel felt that he had guessed right.
A dazzling white beam of light pierced the gloomy clouds in the distance, and landed behind the tide of undead like a divine punishment. Accompanied by a huge explosion that made the earth tremble slightly, a huge white ball of light erupted from the point where the beam of light fell Come out, and beside the ball of light, there are pieces of undead remnants thrown high by the explosion.
After the first beam of light ended, the second and third beams descended immediately...
Astonishing explosions appeared behind the tide of undead with increasing frequency, and spread in this direction far exceeding the speed of the latter's escape.
Those undead are really running for their lives!