"Elis, the league's team is approaching Yongge Forest. Have you made a decision?" A mysterious figure walked from Taquelin's sparse shadows of trees.

The figure is slender and concave and concave. The unique elf's long white eyebrows are slightly raised, and the soft white hair is shawl down like a waterfall. Under the elf's hood, there is a beautiful face. Judging from its appearance, this elf beauty looks seventy-seventh-pointed like Wen Lesa, but the eyebrows are full of mature charm that Wen Lesa does not have.

Black widow Elise glanced at Loot and found that Loot was still frowning and pondering. She couldn't help but raise her eyebrows and brought a hint of decisiveness, "Let your people do it, His Highness Sylvanas!"

Sylvanas nodded slightly, took out a small trumpet from his arms, and approached his mouth. The ancient and low trumpet sound suddenly rang out. With the sound of the trumpet, about two hundred elves undead people rushed out of the dense woods of Taquelin and galloped towards the former living tribe.

At the same time, under the hillside of Takuilin, a mysterious light lit up a magic circle of six-pointed stars. The undead mages, who were placing the hexagons of the magic circle, recited the mysterious spells to summon the dead. As the spell sounded gradually high, the ghouls and ghosts wandering on the Death Strip Plain seemed to have received the call from their master and began to surround the powerful elves.

The elves led by Max and Selna were not panicked. They had faced such dangers countless times during these days' journeys. Generally speaking, as long as the number of these unconscious low-level undead spirits is not more than ten times their number, then there will be no danger. Now they have not realized that there are still undead warriors with equal numbers of these besieged undead spirits who are wise.

The battle began soon, and the elf advance team calmly surrounded it into a circular formation. The outer edges were elf warriors holding egg shields, the inner circle was elf rangers using bows and arrows and swords, and the inner circle was more than twenty elf magicians and arcane masters. Among the two reincarnations, Selna was responsible for dispatching and commanding, while Max led the elf warriors to rush to the front line.

"His Highness, it seems that this elves team is very powerful. I'll help the children!" Behind Sylvanas, an undead man with a half hunched body, walked out of Sylvanas. The undead man's body had completely decayed, and his face was covered with corpse spots and was cracked with terrible scars everywhere, looking distorted and ugly.

"Pteras, when the other party disintegrates, remember to let go of a gap. They... are our former tribe members after all!" Sylvanas whispered softly.

"Although I don't think it is necessary, but... I will follow your will, My Queen!" Putras leaned over and walked down the hillside.

Looking at the battle under the hillside, Sylvanas sighed inadvertently. She should have fought for the living in the other party's formation. After the breaking of Silver Moon City, Silver Moon King Anastarien, Sylvanas, and the entire Silver Moon Council's top leaders did not escape and chose to die gloriously.

Although these high elves are arrogant by nature and are unwilling to admit their mistakes of being separated from the alliance until their deaths, they can choose to die on the battlefield, be buried with the elves royal city, and pay for their mistakes.

It was precisely because of the tenacious resistance of Sylvanas and the Silver Moon nobles that they bought some time for the evacuation of the elves of Quelthalas. Otherwise, it would probably be that one-third of the elves of the chapel of the Holy Light Wishes would be missing.

However, Sylvanas's unfortunate soul did not rest in peace because of this, but was transformed by Arthas into the king of the banshee, and was also bound under the spiritual control of the Lich King. Her life was artificially divided by Arthas into completely opposite two halves, half in life, half after death; half in a happy life, half in pain.

The Lich King's control over Sylvanas is much shorter than expected, because the current Azeroth still has the existence of a reincarnation. Black Eyes Loot uses his talent and ability - "Black Eyes of the Underworld" to awaken Sylvanas's soul and free her from the control of the Lich King.

"Black Eye of the Underworld" belongs to a kind of Netherworld Reincarnation power that can briefly awaken the soul consciousness of the dead, but the cost of using it is also very high. After Lot awakened Sylvanas, he signed a cooperation contract with her. He helped Sylvanas slowly awaken other elves undead, while the Banshee King accepted his short-term employment.

In fact, the last time Emilla and Wen Lesa met Sylvanas was Lute’s first hiring Sylvanas to test the rescue operation. The reason why the sober Sylvanas only shot Wen Lesa’s shoulder was not that the elf beauty who was as stupid as a wooden chicken was not big enough, but that she was just out of her feelings for her sister in her heart.

However, Sylvanas probably never expected that her mercy would be paid attention to by Xu Mo, who had received the specific battle situation, and also gave up the operation to let the Griffin Knight and the Red Dragon rescue the Blood Crusader. All this was just to allow Amyra's rescue team to continue to test Luther's trump card, thus laying the intelligence basis for the final trap for the comparison of strength between the two sides.

If the elves team wants to hold up Lute and his trump card and wait for rescue, and not let the opponent give up the hope of siege. You must use a slightly weaker team, but you cannot be too weak. Lute's understanding of Lao K is very correct. Xu Mo's plan for the specific battle is extremely refined. As long as the information is clear, it is basically difficult for the opponent to find flaws.

"I was really surprised by the cooperation of this elves team. I think their strength should be no less than the previous Silver Moon City King Guard!" Elise said in surprise, "Where did Lao K find these elves? No wonder he is confident that he can use this team to execute the sub-legacy historical plot!"

"How can two hundred people selected from tens of thousands of high elves be eliminated after a month and a half of life and death test in the poisonous woodland?" Lute smiled bitterly, "Iris, are there still no trace of Lao K?"

"Well, the battlefield is a bit chaotic. The view of this monocular is too small. Maybe I haven't noticed it yet!" Elise frowned, "Sylvanas has also joined the war, and there are only two of us left here. Let's go over and end the battle as soon as possible. I have a very bad feeling!"

"It has been two hours since the war started. No matter how small the monocular vision is, it is enough for you to find the old k!" Lute's expression kept solemn and suddenly relaxed, "Actually, you understand that he is not here, this is a trap!"

"Luther!" Elise suddenly became angry, grabbed Luther's shoulder and shouted loudly, "Do you know why you lost to Lao K? Because you never had the courage to die!"

"Do I have no courage?" Lute's eyes were confused.

Lute suddenly felt that he had become an old k, the man who tracked Azeroth alone, the man who lured them into the Deathwing Trap with his personal power, formed this elves team, and forced him into a desperate situation step by step.

Thinking of this, Lute was shocked and looked back in shock. He realized that the man named Lao K had already done so many things with his single power that he could not do or even imagine. This was not what the wise man did. A gentleman did not stand under a wall, and a wise man did not make an egg that collapsed the nest. Some of Lao K's actions have exceeded the scope of the wise man, and it is more like a... brave man?

"Is this the old k in your mouth?" Lute's hand shook slightly and said bitterly. At this moment, he finally convinced, and at the same time he realized the bitterness of other wise men in the x space. They had used all their means like him, but in the end they were still extremely helpless in the old k's hands.

"Luther, there's a saying...you're right!" Elise suddenly turned pale, grabbed Luther's shoulder and tightened his hand, looked up at the sky, and said gritting his teeth, "This is indeed a trap set for us by the fuck old k!"

Elise's sudden swear words made Lute slightly stunned. He followed the Black Widow's gaze and looked at the sky, and his face turned pale in an instant. In the distance, a group of black dots were rushing towards the battlefield between the elves and the undead. They were a small number of red dragons and a large group of dwarf griffon knights.

"Ruer and the others are finished! Let's go!" Elise showed the cruelty and decisiveness of the Black Widow, pulled Lutt violently, turned his head and walked down the hillside, "As long as we keep this life, we will have a chance to settle accounts with Lao K in the future!"

"It's too late, I'll see the picture!" Lute smiled bitterly, "It's too late to leave now!"

As if to prove Lute's words, two fully armed death knights appeared on the hillside where they were. The four-hoofed ghost fire left a cluster of black marks in the grass on the hillside. The two nightmare beasts sniffed and carried their masters easily, walking towards Elise and Lute on the left and right.

"Sasarian, Kurdila!" This time even Elise had the urge to smile bitterly.

Luter and Elise once wanted to use the nightmare of the Death Knight to block out Old K's escape route, but now they were copied by Old Kyi, and even the candidates were exactly the same. Old K arranged such a perfect trap and still had time to play with this kind of black humor that was not funny at all...

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