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. Sylvanas saw another slain human being twisting and slowly standing up, pulling out the arrow piercing the eye as if pulling off the ghost needle grass stained on his clothes.

Their attacks caused almost no damage to Arthas, because his dark magic could summon any fallen dead - even those chopped into pieces, they could be recovered and transformed into new soldiers by the Scourge..

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

"I've told you," his voice rose above the noise of the battlefield."But you still want to add new troops to me.……"

He gestured again, and the other corpse crawled forward twitchingly and slowly stood up. The body was lean and muscular, with long black hair tied back in a ponytail. It had a tan complexion, a pair of pointed ears, and blood was still flowing from the four wounds on its throat. Its head fell to the ground and shook, as if its neck had been severely injured and unable to support itself. Its eyes, once as blue as the summer sky, were looking for Sylvanas 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 one of his past enemies under the evil magic.

At this moment, she felt the door beneath her feet trembling slightly. She was so distracted by the carnage and the resurrection of the dead that she didn't even notice that his siege engines were in place.

At this time, those giant monsters that were as big as ogres and looked like spliced ​​together of different corpses - the suture monsters, had also approached the city wall. Although they look like huge fat men, this does not affect their strength. The suture monsters wield wooden sticks with hands spliced ​​together from corpses, and violently knock on the city gate.

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 a cow or horse. Although they have eight legs like ordinary spiders, only six are used for walking. The first two are placed on the chest by the monster, like an opponent, with several fingers on them. This is another Hill Vanas suspected that they were not simple 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 head, making a soft thud and splashing all over Sylvanas.

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

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

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 fell down quickly. 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 being infected with the plague. The corpse thrown in by the catapult actually contains such vicious magic.

The Rangers' defense was getting weaker and weaker.

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

"They broke through the defense line! Return 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 immediately. They picked up the wounded and carried them on their shoulders. Their faces were pale and sweaty, and they walked away from her with fear. Running in front of them. Escape. There is no other word to describe their behavior: not a neat and orderly tactical retreat, but a complete escape. Sylvanas tried her best to carry the wounded while quickly She thought as she fled with the remaining people.

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

Her heart was broken by pain.

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

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

Unfortunately not.

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

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

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

After leading the broken troops back to the camp, Sylvanas grabbed him and came forward The ranger captain who greeted her was also her sister's sleeve

"Vereesa," Sylvanas called,"go to the Sunwell Highlands quickly. Tell them what we saw here. Get them... ready."

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

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

"On the battlefield, you call me Ranger General! Sylvanas' 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 because you, as a Windrunner, Responsibilities"

"……I see."Although she was a little unhappy in her heart, Vereesa still obeyed her sister's order.

At this time, Sylvanas suddenly paused hesitantly.

"elder sister?"

"……By the way, tell them... there's something wrong with the Rune Stone... we may have been betrayed. Vereesa nodded with a pale face, and rushed out like an arrow. Indeed, as a young woman, she was an excellent archer like her two sisters, but even with this extra bow, Sylvanas I have no illusions that the coming battle will be any different. But if the mages who control and channel the energy of the Sunwell can understand what kind of enemy they are facing, then maybe it will be very different.

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

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The picture shows the three Windrunner sisters