CHAPTER 714: REBIRTH

Sylvanas was extremely conflicted at this moment.

For the hatred of her people, even though she knew that the Lich King’s real body was not here, she still wanted to teach that bastard Ner’zhul a terrible lesson.

On the other hand, she was very familiar with the way Duke held her.

When her eldest sister and third sister were practicing archery in Elwynn Forest, that bastard Duke often harassed her sisters in this posture, saying something about a two-person attack, but in the end he always had to give the one-handed dog a handful of dog food.

And eight out of ten times, it will make a lot of "pa pa pa" noises, forcing Sylvanas, who has keen ears and eyes, to run several kilometers away.

Back then, Sylvanas hated Duke so much, but she didn’t expect that she would be enjoying the same treatment now.

This bastard Duke is... so good at it!

Sylvanas was going crazy. Of course she knew why. Among the four Windrunner sisters, except for the youngest Lirath, the first three sisters were almost the same height.

There is certainly a difference in size, but for Duke, it makes no difference.

What bothered Sylvanas the most was that she used to hate Duke and wanted him to get as far away as possible. However, after Duke saved her from the inevitable death in the Sunstrider Court, she didn’t realize that her mentality had changed.

Despite being shy...

Even though it’s a bit annoying...

Although the fusion of souls gave her the illusion that she was being seen naked...

But the feeling is surprisingly not too bad. I can’t say that I accept it from the bottom of my heart, but at least it’s not uncomfortable.

Although her mind told her that it would be dangerous if this feeling continued, her heart, body, and soul were eager to see what would happen next.

Suddenly, the scene in my mind was when I kissed Duke in a daze.

What the hell is wrong with me?

Sylvanas glared fiercely at Duke diagonally behind her.

"Bastard, I’ll make sure you pay!" Lor’themar and others heard Sylvanas’s light curse, but they subconsciously thought that Sylvanas was cursing the Lich King.

There was no way a third party could know that what she was actually scolding was Duke taking advantage of her.

She steadied her steps and decided not to pay any more attention to that bastard Duke. The only thing in her eyes was the large ice-blue skeleton phantom in the air that was ferocious, chattering and threatening everyone.

Sylvanas put away all distracting thoughts and looked solemn. She tightened her facial lines, pursed her lips silently, and her lips were tightly closed into a straight line.

Ner’zhul’s noisy threats still echoed over the beach: "You mortals have no chance! You will all die! If you don’t want your souls to be imprisoned under my throne and tortured for ten thousand years after death! You’d better join my army now! This is my last attempt to persuade you to surrender--"

Every elf stared at Sylvanas.

Unknown to all, this once-wandering ranger general has become the backbone of all the surviving elves.

Her every word and action will represent the entire Sin’dorei.

Now she is about to take this step, and after this step, she will cast the dice to determine the fate of the entire elf race.

Although her choice was already expected, after placing the bet, no one knew whether the end of this road would lead to victory or destruction. Even so, at this moment, everyone chose to give the final decision to Sylvanas!

Sylvanas subconsciously looked at the arrow in her hand that was shining with lightning. The purple-blue electric light was flickering faintly under the gray-black undead sky. Every texture on the wooden arrow shaft seemed to be twisting and winding like a spirit snake.

It’s time to give the answer...

At this moment, as the gold coin between Duke’s holy soul’s fingers slid across Sylvanas’ arm, a burst of golden light suddenly burst out from the longbow. The golden light extended to the slender arrow, but was wrapped in Sylvanas’ purple-blue lightning.

On the hill, the elves seemed to hear a horn in a trance.

That is the clarion call for war.

That was the clarion call of the sin’dorei for revenge against the Scourge.

Take a deep breath.

The next moment.

The long sound of the war horn lingering on the beach and floating between heaven and earth, accompanied by the sound of the strings being released - officially sounded!

A beam of light representing the hope of the elves and even the entire alliance rushed obliquely from the earth to the sky, like a ray of morning light shining on the earth, breaking through the darkness and breaking through the dark clouds.

By the way, he also shot up the illusory skull that had long lost the support of dark power.

This arrow seemed like a flare.

Immediately afterwards, Duke raised his arms high, allowing the mana of the Sunwell branch to gush out and spray into the sky.

The cold dark clouds were only shot with a hole before, but now the energy of the Sunwell mobilized by Duke was like a pair of huge hands, tearing the dark sky apart and shredding it!

"Long live the Alliance—" Mograine understood immediately without Duke’s order, and he raised the Ashebringer in his hand high.

Under the guidance of this holy sword emitting even stronger divine light, an army of more than 200,000 troops dispersed from the entire island of Quel’Danath and rushed towards the Sunwell Plateau where the Sunwell was located.

I thought that after the Lich King extracted a large amount of soul energy from the undead creatures, there would be no more resistance on the island. Obviously, this idea was wrong.

Granted, Duke killed Antonidas, causing the dark power the Lich King had injected into the Archlich’s temporary realm to collapse.

However, with the Lich King’s personal intervention, the remaining dark power was dispersed in all directions again.

Not only were the High Elf guards originally guarding the island resurrected as undead, but due to the high quality of these elite guards, many of them directly became Death Knights.

To make matters worse, the Burning Legion seems to be getting involved.

It started raining... a green meteor shower.

When they saw giant stones wrapped in green flames falling from the sky, first blasting out huge pits on the ground, and then turning into humanoid stone giants over ten meters tall crawling out to attack the Alliance soldiers...

A long-lost memory came to everyone’s mind.

The veterans and generals who had experienced the Second Battle of Dark Gate were no strangers to this scene.

That is the gigantic demon Hellfire summoned by the warlock!

This terrifying demon cannot be defeated by conventional force.

The most effective means to fight against Hellfire is Holy Light, followed by magic.

However, the hundreds of Hellfires that should have become the new focus of the entire battlefield were quickly ignored by the Alliance soldiers.

Because, a huge black pillar of light suddenly rose from the Sunwell near the north, and everyone could clearly feel that an evil will was rising.

That is the rebirth of a great lich!

More than 200,000 people, including the soldiers of the Kul Tiras fleet who were anxiously waiting for the outcome of the battle on the sea, all raised their heads subconsciously, and then they widened their eyes -

The black sun that rose slowly and finally hung alone in the sky actually made the entire island of Quel’Danath, no, it almost made the entire earth seem to resonate with it and tremble slightly.

It was a scene that seemed like the end of the world.

Duke bared his teeth. Although he knew that Kel’Thuzad was going to be resurrected with the help of the Sunwell, he vaguely felt that he seemed to have seen the same scenery in those dazzling fantasy blockbusters before he traveled through time.

Under the shining black sun, the huge base of the Sunwell rose up.

The next scene brought the ultimate horror to Sylvanas and her compatriots - they saw Arthas leading several figures towards the pool of energy that had allowed the glory of the high elf race to continue for thousands of years.

Next to the most powerful Death Knight, there were two figures, one real and one translucent, waiting for the Death Knight. Sylvanas recognized the guy at a glance - Dar’Khan Drathir.

It was he who betrayed Quel’Thalas in the first place.

Then the Sun King saw that the situation was not right...

Dar’Khan’s well-kept hands were stained with even more blood than Arthas’s.

Fury surged through Sylvanas’ body. If Duke hadn’t raised his hand to stop her, she might have rushed forward in a fit of rage.

It’s too late!

There is a huge space barrier on the Sunwell Plateau. You can’t reach it in a straight line from what you see now. If you don’t enter from the main gate of the Sunwell Plateau, you will never be able to reach the front of the Sunwell.

The golden light of the Sunwell, which had not yet been completely polluted, was reflected on Arthas’ face, making his facial features look soft and even with a kind of artificial warmth.

Then, everyone noticed that Arthas had already inserted the infamous "Frostmourne" into the altar of the Sunwell, and the golden energy overflowing from the Sunwell was quickly being contaminated and then being directed back into the Sunwell.

Arthas curled his lips towards Duke in protest, then snapped his fingers in a cool manner.

Darkan understood what was happening, and he turned an intricately carved urn upside down and poured the contents into the water. The light immediately changed, pulsating and spinning, and appeared in the center of the decaying magic light vortex -

It was a twisted shadow.

From the skinny shadow, it can be recognized that it is the skinny soul of a lich.

The polluted Sunwell churned up black liquid, which began to cling to the dirty souls that stepped into it.

"No——" At this moment, many high elves burst into tears. They looked at the contaminated magic power spreading on the evil shadow in despair. They bit their lips and could only pray that a miracle would happen.

At this time, the whole island shook again.

Two phantom arms as big as towering trees stretched out from the polluted Sunwell to hold the black sun in the sky. Although Duke was mentally prepared for this and had already made up his mind to reap the benefits, he was still stunned at this moment.

The huge shadow of the back of the hand embraced the entire black sun in its arms. The dirty sun shrank smaller and smaller at a speed visible to the naked eye, becoming more and more concentrated, and finally sank into the evil figure standing in the black well water.

At this moment, Kel’Thuzad’s figure finally broke the boundary between soul and entity and returned to the world of Azeroth.

It was a horned skeleton with an evil grin, flames blazing in its eye sockets, snake-like chains coiling around it, and purple robes fluttering with its every move.

Kel’Thuzad laughed loudly, "Just as the Lich King promised, I am reborn! He gave me true immortality!"

Sylvanas, Lor’themar, Halduron, Liadrin, every high elf looked at Kel’Thuzad with disbelief.

All just for this?

All that slaughter, torture, terror, just to resurrect a lich?

The precious Sunwell, which depended on the fate of the clan, was polluted and tainted, and the way of life that had lasted for thousands of years was destroyed.

Just for this?

Are you kidding me! ?

Sylvanas took a deep breath and shouted at the top of her lungs: "Attack!"

Every high elf stared at the laughing great lich with angry eyes. The only thing that could make them feel a little comforted was to let this damn lich be destroyed once again.

And there is Dar’Khan who betrayed his compatriots and offered the Sunwell as a gift to flatter his new master. The only way to vent their hatred is to grind his corpse into ashes and throw his soul into hell to burn for a million years!

To the west, the Alliance army also charged under the leadership of Mograine.

However, Duke, the core of the Alliance and the High Elves, stopped and slowly sat down.

"Duke, how are you?"

Duke knew without raising his head that it was his personal maid Vanessa who had arrived. He smiled bitterly, "No! It’s just that the continuous use of the magic power of the Sunwell branch is still too much of a burden on my body."

"Duke, are you okay?"

"Is the commander-in-chief injured?"

The next to arrive were Jaina and Abendis, one flashed over and the other rode over on horseback.

"It’s no big deal, let Mograine go first. But I don’t think Arthas will fight us head-on." Duke covered his chest with his hands, breathing a little quickly.

Jaina noticed that the air exhaled from Duke’s nostrils was much hotter than that of ordinary people, and it was almost at the level of steam.

Duke guessed right!

Although Arthas was strong, he had never thought of fighting the main force of the Alliance after losing all his men. The undead army brought this time was all directly transmitted by the power of the Sunwell’s magical branch veins. At the moment when the Sunwell was polluted, the stability of the branch vein energy was naturally gone, and there was no question of continuing to replenish the troops.

After fighting for so long, both the Alliance and the Scourge knew that the combat effectiveness of the newly recruited undead would always be limited due to issues with soul strength and degree of corruption.

Although the Scourge can fight to support itself, to become a truly powerful force among the undead, it still requires a great deal of time for training and adjustment.

The retreat of Arthas became inevitable.

Sure enough, Arthas’s loud laughter was heard over there: "Hahaha! Edmund Duke! This time, it’s my victory! I’m curious whether you still have the courage to stand in front of us when we reveal the final trump card!"

A huge space portal appeared under Kel’Thuzad’s spell.

It always takes time for a large army to attack.

Just like that, a possible war ended abruptly.

This is not a regret, because Arthas and Duke got what they wanted.