The Dharma God Of All Realms Begins With Harry Potter

The undead tide swarmed towards Hillvanas and her rangers, their thoughtless and neat movements reminded her of a nest of insects.

But the Ranger General is not unprepared. The archers have been instructed to kill the living people first, and then use the flaming arrows to deal with the Deadman.

The first round of volleys killed almost all the Cursed Cultists among the undead army - it was they who spread the undead plague in Lordaeron and caused the natural disaster to spread rapidly. Then the second round of flaming arrows fell on among these skeletons and zombies.

However, for these undead skeletons, the effect of the arrow rain is unsatisfactory. Unlike the army of the living, what drives the undead body is not flesh and blood, but the magic of death. Unless it causes a devastating blow to the structure of the corpse, it is difficult for the bow and arrow to pierce the body to produce a fatal effect.

Compared with ordinary arrows, rockets may have greater lethality against the undead, but some of the corpses hit by arrows are dry and flammable, while others are rotten and moist. Under the rain of arrows, fewer undead fall than the Ranger General imagined. Much more.

To make matters worse, there were too many undead, and the army of high elves was too small. The killings from the rangers were only a drop in the bucket for the army. Hillvanas found that even if her rangers could kill every arrow, Even if an enemy is killed and his arm is sore from being shot, it may not be enough to destroy the enemy in front of him.

Soon, their absolute superiority in numbers began to turn the tide of the war.

As the defensive side, Hillvanas's rangers had the advantage of being on a high wall made of stone and earth that was almost vertical to the ground. Fortunately, some zombies are too rotten, and their decayed and fallen limbs make it difficult for them to climb high. But these guys who fell down were only a few, and they had absolutely nothing to stop the advance of the army.

Just like the tide rushing against the rocks, the undead swarmed up the city wall one after another, and soon forced the rangers to abandon their bows and arrows and use swords instead of bows and arrows to fight.

Definitely, high elf rangers are no better than human archers. They are all well-trained warriors. In addition to superb archery skills, each ranger has superb swordsmanship. Even in the skill of using swords, they surpass the majority. Some human soldiers can naturally handle such close combat.

However, it is one thing to fight against living enemies who will be weakened by blood loss and injuries, but it is another thing to deal with these endless corpses that know nothing about fear and fatigue.

With their superb skills and geographical advantages, the rangers easily achieved victory when the undead first approached them. The undead's backward weapons and stiff movements made them like lambs to be slaughtered in front of the rangers' swords and daggers. Generally, one after another was chopped into pieces.

However, the death of their compatriots did not slow down the undead's offensive at all. In other words, in the eyes of the undead, the death of their compatriots and the strength of the enemy were completely meaningless. As puppets of the Lich King, they had no self-will but only one in their hearts. The goal is to tear the enemy in front of you into pieces.

The undead, coming one after another, continued to flock to the rangers, trying to drown them.

And their goal was quickly achieved.

Even for rangers, killing undead is as simple as chopping wood piles on the training ground, but even the continuous high-intensity process of chopping wood piles is family friendly.

What's even worse is the psychological blow that the undead natural disaster has brought to the rangers.

The history of war has always been as long as the history of intelligent life. But for intelligent life, war is never an end, but a means. It is to project fear into the enemy's heart through violence, thereby forcing the enemy to surrender to a certain extent.

But if the opponent has no "fear" or fear at all, then what is the point of war?

The average ranger would naturally not think about such a thing, but they have obviously experienced facing such an opponent personally.

The undead's "fearless fear of death" gradually made the rangers feel powerless and frightened.

They feel that their killings are meaningless. Killing an undead will not make another undead feel the slightest fear or even anger, as if everything has nothing to do with it. What's worse is that no matter how many undead they kill, there are always more behind them waiting to replenish their queue.

Eventually, the rangers were defeated.

In fact, the fighting will of these rangers is completely unquestionable. Even if they are in desperate situations, most of them still fight bravely to the end. Hillvanas has more than once seen the undead approaching and surrounding her men. Stop and hear the rangers roaring in protest.

When he saw familiar people falling one after another, Hillvanas felt a deep pain in his heart.

But she still fights.

Focused on her duty, she directed and fired without stopping, almost moving faster than her thoughts.

From the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of a winged monster swooping down and landing less than ten steps away from her. Its gray skin looked as hard as stone, and the bat face let out a joyful howl—that was the Flight unit in the Undead Scourge, the gargoyle.

The gargoyle grabbed a ranger and flew to a higher place as if he were searching for something. Its claws dug deeply into the ranger's shoulder, and blood spattered Hillvanas' body.

The Ranger General watched his men struggle in the monster's claws, touched and pulled out a dagger, and tried to fight the monster civilian.

Hillvanas ignored the roaring undead below and instead aimed at the monster in the air. She shot an arrow right in the neck.

However, the arrow was bounced off by the monster's stone-hard hair. The unharmed monster shook its head and let out a howl. It was tired of continuing to play with the elf ranger, so it raised a paw (Qian Zhao's) and scratched the ranger. throat, then dropped him nonchalantly, circling around looking for a new target.

With silent grief, Hillvanas watched as her friend fell lifelessly to the ground, among the Cultists of the Damned that the rangers had killed earlier.

Then she gasped.

Because those believers who were supposed to be dead suddenly started to move.

Their corpses were studded with arrows, some with more than a dozen, just like porcupines, but they still moved.

In addition, she also saw a huge and plump Big Mac coming from a distance - the elf's vision allowed her to see that the Big Mac was completely made of various corpses and was made of evil magic. creation.

"...No," she whispered in disgust, looking at Arthas in fear.

The prince stared directly at her, showing that damn sneer. .