Primordial Era: With unparalleled comprehension, I pioneered a divine kingdom of faith.

Chapter 359 Shifting the Blame East and Reaping the Benefits

At this time, prosperous Quel'Thalas remained peaceful as always.

The people live in peace and contentment.

After all, they are all high elves, and few of them are ugly.

On the border of Quel'Thalas, an elven ranger general on horseback is leading a patrol.

She was slender with a refined face, complemented by magnificent armor.

This greatly enhanced the charm of the chivalrous general.

However, among the many soldiers, there was one discordant figure.

"Venereza, I've told you many times, don't sneak into the group while I'm on patrol..."

Seeing her second sister's displeased expression, the little girl stuck out her tongue.

Then, she said playfully, "But my older sister is always on expeditions, and you're always at the border. I'm all alone at home, it's so boring..."

She is the youngest of the three Windranger sisters.

Vereesa Windrunner was extremely favored, and even the rulers of Quel'Thalas would tolerate her.

Sylvanas frowned and said, "If you do this again, I'll have your uncle lock you up at home for a year. You're not a child anymore, why are you always so immature?"

Seeing this, the soldier next to him quickly said, "It's alright, General. Vereesa is also a warrior. You see, she's very strong in combat, no less than the others."

"Yes, sister, I..."

Vereesa Windrunner was about to say something when she saw a ghostly figure on the hillside.

She quickly drew her arrow and aimed in that direction.

A bright green arrow flew away.

The trees had fallen, but the ghostly figures inside terrified them.

That was a skeleton knight.

But there are no undead near Quel'Thalas. Could it be that the barrier has broken?

Sylvanas acted decisively and dispatched her forces to launch an attack!

At the same time, he said to his younger sister, "Go back quickly! It's dangerous here. Tell the people in the city that undead are attacking!"

"But……"

"obedient!"

Vereesa Windrunner retreated in the face of her second sister's gaze.

The group of rangers then engaged in a fierce battle with the undead knights.

When Vereesa Windrunner returned, the battlefield was in complete disarray. Fortunately, there were no casualties, but her sister and the others were injured.

"General, what on earth happened? Where is the enemy...?"

"The enemy has been killed, thankfully there was only one!"

Sylvanas lowered her head, her thoughts unreadable.

Something is very wrong. The barrier hasn't broken at all; that's what she just received.

So why did the undead enter?

Meanwhile, news of the undead invasion also arrived in Silvermoon City. A letter from the Emperor of Lordaeron was also received.

"What are you all going to do? Lordaeron has already exposed many cults of the Damned, necromancers, and even demons..."

"That won't affect our rule at all. Lordaeron is finished, and any talk of an alliance is just wishful thinking..."

"Indeed, they only want to drain our blood. The high elves will not accept this kind of diplomacy..."

The crowd's comments perfectly aligned with Anastria Sunstrider's wishes.

He then laughed and said, "In that case, let's send more people. I'll have someone reply to that old king. Hmph... maybe it'll provoke him a bit."

In fact, Anastria also felt that the human kingdoms were just exaggerating their own abilities.

To put it bluntly, they still want to form an alliance.

Although there had been diplomatic exchanges in the past, the goods of the elves were something that humans dreamed of.

But they don't care about things that belong to humans at all.

At this point, the Anastria Sun Chaser made a quick, almost delirious decision.

Three days later.

Arthas, who had already arrived near the border of Quel'Thalas, looked at the contents of the letter and sneered, "Order Fik to launch a full-scale attack on this country!"

Remember to keep your disguise intact; we are messengers of justice!

"Your Highness, please rest assured, I understand..."

The henchman, dressed in the attire of the Cult of Curses, chuckled, his voice chilling, as if he were truly a necromancer.

Since these bastards don't know what's good for them.

Then don't blame them for being ruthless.

There are limits to arrogance.

When you're truly arrogant but lack the ability to back it up.

Your high position is no longer arrogance.

He's an idiot who can't see the situation!

The ten followers specializing in dark magic disappeared into the night.

The other group went to the troll tribe.

Since these elves are so clueless...

Arthas wouldn't mind showing them what despair really is!

At this time, the Arathor Empire had collapsed.

However, Lordaeron still holds a very prestigious position within the Alliance. The nation is now prosperous.

The Eternal God Cult spread rapidly, with thousands of elites emerging almost every day.

In less than three months.

Lordaeron will become the strongest nation on this planet!

When the time comes, we can destroy whomever we want.

Even if dragons appear, they will become their prisoners.

On the sixth day after the Undead Knight appeared in Quel'Thalas.

The Scourge has reappeared, and the barrier has been shattered by powerful necromancy.

A terrifying roar echoed throughout the entire sky!

Sylvanas, who was recovering from her injuries, was startled awake and sat up upon hearing the sound.

"Oh no, enemy attack!!!"

There are some soldiers on the border, about four thousand in total.

Five times more than before!

This also includes a magic advisor!

Even so, they were still unable to advance the undead army.

As for where these undead came from?

Hehe, the trolls have quite a large population.

And aren't the Cult of Curses the best at digging up graves?

These are all things that have been accumulated.

The bow and arrow were useless.

Magic is ineffective.

The elven army suffered a series of defeats.

Many people died violent deaths.

Sylvanas was unfortunately captured while protecting her people, presumably to prevent her from seeing the inside story.

The follower, disguised as a necromancer, still managed to knock him unconscious.

On this day, the entire Quel'Thalas was in shock.

No one expected that the border would be breached so easily.

When the enraged trolls tracked the hunter to the elven border, their greed was once again anticipated by Arthas.

The Amani trolls relayed the message back.

War broke out once again.

A simple attempt to shift the blame.

This is combined with the cult of the cursed god and the artifacts of the undead scourge.

Alsace, anyway, uses non-stick pans.

Only if the battle can begin can he reap the benefits.

Inside Silvermoon City.

Three meetings were convened in one day.

First, there's the question of why the undead appeared; second, the war of the trolls; and finally, a plea for human help.

Although they did not agree with the last condition.

But those crazed undead.

They have completely invaded the sacred land of Quel'Thalas.

And they destroyed a city in the south.

Although not many people died.

But the slain residents, under the influence of those evil spells, rose once again to fight.

And they were even calling out the name of the ancestor of odor resistance!

What?! Long live the Lich King!

Damn it, who knows who Ner'zhul is!

Anastarian sat on his throne, rubbing his temples repeatedly; the day's meetings had given him a terrible headache.

They just rejected Lordaeron's offer.

Natural disasters were imminent.

That's karma.

But what could he do?

The meeting was a collective decision, so why blame yourself when things go wrong?

"Report: General Windrunner, who was guarding the border, has gone missing and may have been slaughtered."

"Is that so? Let's keep this news a secret for now."

Anastarian waved his hand, feeling increasingly weary.

(End of this chapter)