The Dharma God Of All Realms Begins With Harry Potter

He held the rune sword in one of his strong, armored hands, and raised his other hand to make a slight move. Hillvanas saw another killed human being twisting and slowly standing up.

He pulled out the arrow that pierced his eyes like he was pulling off the weeds stuck to his clothes.

Their attack caused almost no damage to Alsace, because his dark magic could summon any fallen corpse - even those corpses that were chopped into pieces, it took a few days for the Scourge to recover and transform them into new ones. of soldiers.

He saw the realization and anger in her eyes, and his sneer turned into a loud laugh.

"I told you all," he said over the din of the battlefield. "But you still want to add new troops to me..."

He made another gesture, and the other corpse crawled forward twitchingly and slowly stood up. The corpse was thin and strong, with long black hair tied into a ponytail at the back of the head. It has a tan complexion, a pair of pointed ears, and blood is still flowing from the four wounds on its throat. Its head fell to the ground and was shaking, as if its neck had been severely injured and could not support it. Its eyes, which were as blue as the summer sky, were looking for Hillvanas aimlessly. Then, it slowly walked towards her.

She remembered that it was the elf ranger who was killed by the gargoyle just now. The warrior who once bravely resisted the undead is now forced to become his life under the evil magic.

One of the enemies.

At this moment, she felt the door beneath her feet trembling slightly. The scene of 797 massacre and the resurrection of Decedent in front of her made her so confused that she didn't even notice that his siege equipment was already in place.

At the moment, the Stitch Monsters, which were as big as the ogre File size and looked like giant monsters spliced ​​together from different corpses, had also approached the city wall. Although they look like fat men, this does not affect their strength. The suture monsters wield wooden sticks with hands spliced ​​together from corpses, and knock on the city gate violently.

The same goes for those spider-like trolls. These guys are like something out of a child's worst nightmare. They have a spider-like appearance but are as big as an ox or a horse. Although they have eight legs like ordinary spiders, only six are used for walking. The first two are placed on the monster's chest like an opponent, and there are several fingers on them. Nas suspected that they were not just beasts, but intelligent creatures.

In fact, her guess was correct. These guys called "crypt demons" were once warriors of Azjol-Nerub, the ancient spider kingdom that ruled the northern continent, but the Lich King destroyed this kingdom and ruled Northern continent. Now, they are serving under Alsace and have become members of the Scourge.

But now, these guys emerged from the ground and joined the siege.

Then, something hit the city wall, making a soft thud and splashing all over Hillvanas.

For a moment, she couldn't believe what she saw, but the truth was ruthless.

Arthas not only resurrected the corpses of dead elves into undead, he also used their corpses and pieces of corpses as ammunition to throw at Hillvanas.

But she didn't have the energy to condemn her opponent, because she felt an ominous power from the flying corpse - the power of death magic.

Sure enough, she saw that an elf who was hit by a corpse quickly fell down. His skin began to age and fester where the corpse hit him. In addition, several nearby rangers also began to vomit and have diarrhea, and soon A high fever developed.

All these are signs of infection with the plague. The corpse thrown in by the catapult actually contains such vicious magic.

The Rangers' defense was getting weaker and weaker.

Hillvanas swallowed hard. Just a moment ago, she would never have dreamed that she would have to issue such an order in person.

"They have broken through the defense line! Retreat to the second gate! Retreat!"

After fighting so far, there are very few people who are still alive to fight for her. But the remaining rangers still obeyed the orders promptly. They picked up the wounded and carried them on their shoulders. Their faces were pale and sweaty, and they ran past her with fear.

Escape, there is no other word to describe their behavior: not a neat and orderly tactical retreat, but a complete escape. Hillvanas tried his best to carry the wounded, thinking quickly while fleeing with the remaining people.

She never thought that the door would be broken down, but the sound really came from behind, together with the howls of victory from the undead creatures.

Her heart was broken with pain.

He did it...but how is it possible? How is it possible?

Even if they fail to defend, the defensive magic coming from the rune stones and covering the entire Quel'Thalas will stop the undead from moving forward.

Unfortunately not.

At the moment, Alsace's words drowned out the noise and echoed powerfully on the battlefield, with some dark and terrifying undercurrent surging in his voice.

"The Elven Gate has fallen! March forward, my warriors! March towards victory!"

Somehow, Hillvanas felt that the worst and most terrifying thing about this joyful shout was the... emotion contained in it.

After leading the defeated troops back to the camp, Hillvanas grabbed the sleeve of the ranger captain who came to greet her, who was also her sister.

"Vereesa," Hillvanas called, "go to the Sunwell Plateau. Tell them what we have seen here. Prepare them."

Vereesa was still too young. When she thought about not being able to fight to the end, a look of disappointment immediately appeared on her beautiful face.

"You can't send me back, sister, I want to fight side by side with you!"

"On the battlefield, you have to call me Ranger General!" Hillvanas' tone was very cold, but it was mixed with imperceptible anxiety: "Someone must go back to remind those slow nobles, and you, Little Moon, are The most suitable person, this is your responsibility as a Windrunner."

"...I know." Although she was a little unhappy inside, Veresa still obeyed her sister's order.

At this time, Hillvanas suddenly paused with hesitation.

"elder sister?"

"...By the way, tell them...there is something wrong with the rune stone...we...may have been betrayed."

Vereesa turned pale and nodded, then rushed out like an arrow from a string. Indeed, when she was young, she was an excellent archer like her two sisters, but even with this extra bow, Hillvanas had no illusions that the next battle would be any different. But if the magicians who control and channel the energy of the Sunwell could understand what kind of enemy they face, then maybe it would be a different story.

But more importantly, she already had a bad premonition about the coming war, and she didn't want her favorite sister to stay and be buried with her.

The picture shows the three Windrunner sisters.