The Dharma God Of All Realms Begins With Harry Potter

While Vereesa rushed to Silvermoon City at full speed to report the news, Hillvanas was also leading the remaining ranger troops in a slow retreat.

They headed north quickly. After her army crossed a bridge, Hillvanas finally ordered the army to stop. Although her efforts to resist the undead natural disaster at the border failed, she still did not give up. Her previous retreat was just to trade space for time. Her plan was to resist in the vast forest between the border-level Silver Moon City and delay the undead. The advancing speed of the army provides time for Silver Moon City to gather its forces.

This river is a natural line of defense that she plans to use to stop the undead.

But when General Ranger turned around and looked back, she still

gasped. Arthas and his dark army were following. She had expected this, but the terrifying appearance of the Scourge's army shocked her no matter how many times she saw it. What a terrifying scene it was: New Death Zombies resurrected from dead bodies, skeletons resurrected from old dead bones, suture monsters (abominations) made of various corpses, gargoyles flying high in the sky like bats, ferocious and ugly spider demons...

There were hundreds, thousands, thousands of them, pursuing the Quel'dorei with all their might with unshakable determination. Even though their stiff movements greatly slowed down the march, they still had another advantage, that is, they were completely tireless. Whether they are humans, dwarfs, dwarfs or elves, even savage orcs and trolls, they all need proper rest and supplies during long marches, but the undead do not need these at all, which is why they can bite the rangers to death. -reason.

But what the Ranger General did not expect the most was the traces left by the Scourge Legion along the way.

Inherited from the Kaldorei compatriots in the past, the Quel'dorei are still good at bows and arrows while respecting magic. Their dedication to bows and arrows has created the most powerful archer force in the Eastern Kingdom, and they also very much reject the kind of archers created by dwarfs. A revolutionary long-range weapon - the musket.

But as one of the few visionaries in Quel'Thalas who could look beyond the kingdom, Hillvanas maintained sufficient attention and understanding of gunpowder weapons. But everything she saw now reminded her of that dwarf weapon.

In her eyes, the place where the undead natural disaster has stepped is like the trace of a bullet magnified thousands of times - it is like a furrow dug by a plowshare, and the land in the furrow becomes charred and barren.

But the worst was yet to come.

Hillvanas still clearly remembers the forests burned by orcs fifteen years ago, and she knows that nature will eventually bring them back to life. And this... This is a terrible black line of death. The evil force that drives the corpses forward also kills the land they pass through.

Poisons, they're like natural poisons, it's the dirtiest black magic.

Compared with human archers, high elf rangers often mean more: they are good at wandering in the wilderness and forests, are powerful hunters, stalkers and trackers, and are the darlings of the forest. At the same time, they are also fond of the forest. Has a unique emotion.

Another name for ranger is "ranger".

This is why Hillvanas became angry when he saw the forest being destroyed by pollution.

This must be stopped.

She only stopped for a short moment, but it felt like a whole lifetime.

"Stop!" she shouted, her voice clear, powerful and decisive. “We are here to resist.

The rangers were confused for a moment, then understood and followed the order.

The ranger general rattled off tactics, and they followed his orders.

Many were stunned at the first sight of the devastation to the land, just as their ranger generals had been as well before. However, they recovered quickly and had plenty of time to think about how to heal the devastated earth. Now, what they need to do is to stop this horrific scar from spreading.

The stench came before the undead army, but in the bloody battles along the way, Hillvanas and her rangers have struggled to adapt to all this, and will no longer be as fearful and uneasy as before.

The Ranger General stood on the bridge with his head held high, a strand of bright golden hair peeking out from under his black hood. The army of the dead slowed down and stopped, confused by the situation before them.

The ugly rumbling meat-wagons, catapults, and trebuchets came to a halt. Alsace's skeletal horse stood upright. He leaned down and patted the horse's neck as if it were a living horse. The thing responded to the owner's touch. This weird scene made Hillvanas feel a sickening shudder.

…Please give me flowers…

"Oh my god," Alsace said, with something almost warm in his playful voice. "Could this be one of those majestic elf gates I have heard about for a long time?"

Hillvanas forced herself to smile back: "No, not really. But it will still be a challenge for you."

"This is just a bridge, madam. However, Pointy Ears likes to hold on to his pride, and I can understand that.

Being so insulted by his opponent, the anger broke Hillvanas's forced restraint: "Butcher! You successfully passed the first gate, but you can't pass the second. The inner gate leading to Silvermoon City can only be opened by a A special key opens it, and you'll never get it!"

She nodded towards her comrades, and they quickly ran across the bridge to join their comrades on the other side.

Alsace no longer pretended to be humorous, and his gray eyes shone. His armored hand grasped the gently ringing rune sword tightly.

"You're wasting your time, woman. There's no escape when it comes. But I admit, it's fun to watch you run away."

Now it was Hillvanas' turn to laugh, and he made an angry but proud voice from the bottom of his heart: "You think I am hiding from you? Obviously you have never fought with elves."

Some things are so simple, she thought.

Hillvanas raised her hand and tore open a magic scroll————Although Hillvanas is not a magician, the inherent magic ability of the high elf allows her to use such items to a certain extent———— A fireball flew out of the scroll, hit the center of the bridge, and caused a violent explosion.

As the bridge exploded, she turned and fled backwards, with the Rangers following close behind.

The woods welcomed them, and the bent golden branches and silver leaves concealed their whereabouts. This was their best cover against the Scourge.

Before she escaped far enough, she heard a voice from behind, which made the Ranger General grin. This was the first time she had smiled since the war started.

"This ranger woman is starting to annoy the hell out of me!"

Alsace's impotent rage echoed through the sky. .