The Dharma God Of All Realms Begins With Harry Potter

Another zombie fell, its head rolled off its shoulders and fell under his feet, being stepped on and exploded like a watermelon. However, two more monsters immediately rushed to fill its vacancy.

Hillvanas is like a flexible and vigorous female leopard. She uses her superb skills to toss back and forth among the undead, dodging every attack with incredible postures and angles. Only when she can't dodge will she parry with the double swords in her hands, and then Sending Blade into the gaps in the enemy's armor at every opportunity - this is how the legendary ranger fights.

In just a few minutes, hundreds of zombies and skeletons, and even an abomination and three or four spider demons had fallen under Hillvanas' hands. The Ranger General herself was exhausted, but she did not stop killing. Pain and anger were her strength. She wants to kill as many enemies as possible before falling...

However, manpower is always exhausted, but the minions of the Scourge are unlimited, at least for Hillvanas.

In this endless battle, Hillvanas gradually could no longer maintain high-intensity combat. Her beheadings gradually became less determined, her dodges gradually became slower, and her enemies began to approach step by step. The rotten stench was almost too much for her to bear—there were too many of them. 337 However, even so, Hillvanas has no intention of giving up the fight, even if she has the opportunity to break out of the siege at any time with Superman's agility. She was determined to fight to the end, just as her men had done before, until they killed her for good, until

Finally, after barely dodging the tattered flail coming from behind, and looking back to kill the culprit in half, Hillvanas found that there was no one around her - neither her opponent nor her teammates.

The rangers under General Ranger are not as capable as their commander, and so far, all of them have been killed. As for the Scourge Legion, they were not repulsed, but they took the initiative to stop the offensive for some unknown reason.

They retreated and then stood still.

This strange scene made Hillvanas frown. She held her breath and looked down the hillside.

Her greatest enemy, the fallen prince, was there, looking at Hillvanas astride his death army horse, his long white hair fluttering in the wind.

Hillvanas stood up straight and wiped the blood and sweat (bbdj) off her face. Now she no longer had any fear in her heart. Instead, she cast a look of contempt at him.

She didn't know why this human prince betrayed his father and his people. In Windrunner's view, although the man in front of him was powerful, he was particularly pathetic.

Arthas didn't care about Hillvanas's attitude. Being able to push this troublesome enemy to this point made him feel happy. He had already thought about how to humiliate this enemy who would bring him big trouble in the future. guy.

But on the surface, the fallen prince still raised the shining rune sword in an elegant manner, saluted her formally, and then said politely:

"Salute your courage, elf, I must say, you and your men are brave warriors. But now, the game is over."

Strangely, his words sounded somewhat complimentary.

Hillvanas swallowed, feeling as if there were only bones left in her mouth. She clenched the weapon in her hand and sneered: "Then I will fight to the death, butcher. In the name of sunlight!"

Arthas' Deadman-like gray lips moved slightly: "As you wish, Ranger General."

After that, the death knight pulled the reins, the skeletal horse neighed, and rushed straight towards Hillvanas - facing the exhausted Hillvanas, he didn't even fall off the horse to fight. You must know that in this magical world where the upper limit of individual strength is extremely high, mounts that are of great benefit to ordinary people generally cannot keep up with the intensity of decisive battles between strong men.

Alsace held the horse's reins with his left hand, and swung the giant sword with his right hand, charging towards the ranger with the force of the horse's charge.

In contrast, Hillvanas did not make any sound, whether it was fear or regret, and there was no war cry to inspire him, there was only endless silence. The Ranger General is very aware of her own weakness, just as she is aware of the powerful power of death contained in the rune sword in the opponent's hand.

She knew the outcome she was about to face, but she didn't regret it at all. She died for Quel'Thalas without any regrets. Her sacrifice was not for those lords and nobles who only knew political struggle and the struggle for power, but for more innocent Quel'dorei civilians.

There was only one regret, and that was that before she died, she did not say goodbye to her sisters, and more importantly, she did not get to see the man again.

While thinking this, Hillvanas stepped forward and struck the deadly sword with his own weapon.

However, the next moment, her two knives were instantly broken in the clash of weapons, just like a fragile biscuit hitting a table knife.

What's even more terrifying is the special power coming from the giant sword. When she was only a few meters away, she could already feel the incomparable chill emanating from the rune giant sword named "Frostmourne".

Just like the biting cold wind in Northrend, it made her bone-chilling. After just one close encounter, the coldness spread to her palms along the broken swords, making her hands freeze almost instantly.

Next, the rune sword will definitely pierce her chest. It will probably feel like being pierced by a knife made of ice.

Hillvanas thought so and closed her eyes resignedly.

But a few seconds passed, and the death and rest he was waiting for never came.

How is this going?

With such doubts, Hillvanas couldn't help but open his eyes.

Then she saw a scene that made her unbelievable.

The tip of the giant rune sword that cut off her double knives and almost pierced her chest, exuding terrifying cold air and power of death, is being stepped on by someone, and the owner of the rune sword is looking ferocious. He struggled to hold the hilt of the sword and tried to withdraw his sword. His expression was mixed with anger and disbelief, and he was obviously not prepared for the scene before him.

As for the person who stepped on Frostmourne and saved her life from Arthas, even though from Hillvanas' point of view, only the back of a tall man could be seen, the Ranger General was still the first. She instantly recognized the identity of the owner of the figure that had appeared in her dreams countless times—and called out his name.

"Leaver Sander, is that you? You...came back to save me?".