The quality was high, and the quantity was considerable. It actually temporarily stabilized his breathing, but before he could even rejoice, his strength declined again.
"No, I don't, I don't want to, I don't want to die!"
With that, Kel'Thuzad lay motionless on the ground. Soon, even his bones turned to ash. A gust of wind blew, and he was carried away by the wind.
Looking at the now-dull dagger, Shia couldn't help but sigh regretfully. This time, the energy stored within the dagger for a year was completely used up. Who knew when it would be used again? However, completely killing a notoriously troublesome lich seemed like a worthwhile outcome.
Meanwhile, shortly after Kel'Thuzad's death, Arthas also learned of this.
Kel'Thuzad is dead, utterly dead, beyond saving, even if the Lich King himself intervenes.
When Arthas first received the news, he refused to acknowledge it. But there was nothing he could do; the facts were there, and there was no point in disbelief.
After careful consideration, and looking at his shattered body—a gaping wound in his chest, his armor completely destroyed; his left arm joint somewhat unstable, needing further rest; his right arm…
Then he glanced at the shameful guy opposite him—that was Lin Yang, after all, he was wearing a mask. His armor was still shiny and bright, without a single scratch.
Considering the elusive assassin mentioned in the Lich King's message, Arthas quickly made a decision.
If we can't win, let's run away!
Without hesitation, Frostmourne emitted bursts of extremely dazzling blue light, clearly indicating that it was about to unleash its full power again.
After repelling Lin Yang with a single sword strike, Arthas turned and left without a word. At the same time, he waved his hand, and the more than 500,000 skeletons dozens of miles away all began to act simultaneously.
They marched in neat rows, one square after another. Even from dozens of miles away, the overwhelming power of the Scourge army could be felt.
More than 500,000 troops, heading straight for Silvermoon City—their purpose is self-evident. In other words, to defend Silvermoon City, Lin Yang has no choice but to stay here, rather than charge forward and continue his direct confrontation with Arthas.
This creates an opportunity to leave. It's a massive undertaking. Over 500,000 skeletons mobilized all at once, just to provide cover. Only the Scourge could afford such a massive scale of deployment.
"You are a worthy opponent. When we meet again, I will grant you eternal life!" Arthas looked Lin Yang, who was clad in full armor, up and down before speaking.
"Heh, you're a tragic protagonist. The next time we meet will be the day you die!"
After his verbal sparring session, Arthas vanished without a trace. Lin Yang, too, had to return to reality. Looking at the swarm of over 500,000 skeletons, Lin Yang could only think, "This is utterly outrageous!"
At this moment, all the elves in Silvermoon City were affected by the death energy, and their strength was greatly reduced. They could probably only exert about 30% or 40% of their full power.
In other words, theoretically speaking, the entire combat power of Silvermoon City instantly disappeared by more than half. The number of available troops suddenly dropped from 20,000 elite soldiers to about 7,000 or 8,000.
The enemy, on the other hand, consisted of over 500,000 skeletons thriving in their new environment. More importantly, the magical barrier protecting Silvermoon City had also vanished.
Without the advantage of terrain, facing over 500,000 skeletons head-on is a truly unforgettable sight.
As for Lin Yang's five thousand human soldiers, they were less affected, but at most they could only exert seventy or eighty percent of their strength.
The gnolls were least affected, basically unaffected. Adding them together, along with the Silvermoon City troops, they had just over 20,000 elite soldiers, plus hundreds of thousands of ordinary elves, and a large number of Light Runes. It seemed like they might not be unable to fight.
However, after the battle, it's hard to say how many of the five or six hundred thousand Pokémon will be left!
So, should they just run away? Looking at the state of his people, Kael'thas instinctively shook his head. If they insisted on running away now, even more of his people would likely die!
Lin Yang had thought of this problem, and Kael'thas naturally had as well. Unfortunately, at this moment, Kael'thas's strength was already less than a tenth of what it once was, and his spirit was on the verge of collapse. After all, many times, success isn't guaranteed just because you try hard.
"Marshal, do you have any good ideas? As long as it can save my people, I'd give up all the royal treasures, no problem," Kael'thas said hastily.
Upon hearing this, Lin Yang began to think very seriously. The Blood Elf royal family's wealth accumulated over thousands of years, at the third and fourth tiers, is already comparable to that of the top families in the main world, isn't it?
After all, those top families haven't exerted their full strength yet, and haven't started invading other worlds. In terms of wealth, this is the most they have.
"Okay, I'll give it a try." Lin Yang nodded. Then, he began searching. This was the trouble with having too many magical treasures!
"The Tower of Heaven, this tower is a space-type treasure, specializing in... unsuitable, not selected!"
"The Sword of Mourning, I won't choose that sword... I want defense."
"The Guardian Bell can absorb energy of different attributes and can be used for both defense and offense. It is a mid-grade spiritual treasure of the fifth tier. The effect is very good, but it requires a lot of energy. Hmm, you're the one."
As he spoke, he gently waved his right hand, and a large, dark yellow bell appeared instantly. The moment it appeared, its size rapidly increased.
Several feet, tens of feet, hundreds of feet… soon, it grew to tens of thousands of feet in size, covering the entire sky above Silvermoon City. At the same time, it emitted a golden light, firmly protecting the entire city!
At the same time, the Guardian Bell transformed into a gluttonous beast, frantically draining the entire Silvermoon City of arcane energy.
With a resounding clang, accompanied by a clear bell chime, a visible golden ripple spread outwards. Tens of thousands of closely spaced skeletal skeletons were instantly obliterated.
Lin Yang knew they had held out! Luckily, this was Silvermoon City, and luckily, energy was the one thing they had no shortage of!
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Chapter Thirty-Three: Clinging to a Powerful Figure
In the blink of an eye, seven days have passed.
Silvermoon City was finally in a better state than before. The skeletons outside the city had completely disappeared. In any case, even the Lich King himself would be powerless against the fully activated Guardian Bell.
In other words, the Sunwell exists here, and while the energy may not be inexhaustible, it's at least sufficient for the Guardian Bell to use. Otherwise, in a different location or for a different race, this effect certainly wouldn't be achieved.
Even if the strongest night elves came, they might not be able to provide energy as continuously as the Sunwell.
Even so, the price paid was enormous. The numerous Sunwells, which were about to overflow, were now noticeably dwindling.
About two-thirds of the well water has completely disappeared. Of course, it's unnecessary to say exactly how much of the well water was actually consumed.
After all, Lin Yang had used his magical artifact to protect the entire Silvermoon City and safeguard the lives of five or six hundred thousand elves, which was enough. Therefore, although Kael'thas knew there was a lot of shady dealing involved, he was still grateful.
The Sunwell will always recover unless it's used up all at once. And the elves have no shortage of time. Besides, the Sunwell is currently corrupted and cannot be used until it's completely purified. Therefore, its loss is just that—loss.