The Dharma God of All Realms Begins with Harry Potter

Another zombie fell, its head rolled off its shoulders and fell at his feet, bursting open like a watermelon. However, two more monsters immediately rushed to fill its vacancy.

Sylvanas is like a flexible and strong 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. Then he takes every opportunity to send the blade into the gap in the enemy's armor - this is the way 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 Sylvanas' hands. The Ranger General herself was exhausted, but she didn't stop killing. Pain and rage were her strength. She wants to kill as many enemies as possible before she falls...

However, manpower will always be exhausted, but the minions of the Scourge are unlimited, at least for Sylvanas.

In this endless battle, Sylvanas 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.

However, even so, Sylvanas has no intention of giving up the fight, even if she has the opportunity to break out of the siege at any time with her superhuman agility. She was determined to fight to the end, just like her men had done before, until they killed her for good, until... finally, after barely dodging the tattered flails coming from behind, and looking back to kill the culprit in half. , Sylvanas found that there was no one around her - whether it was opponents or 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 Sylvanas frown. She held her breath and looked down the hillside.

Her greatest enemy, the fallen prince, was there, staring at Sylvanas from his Death Army horse, his long white hair fluttering in the wind.

Sylvanas stood up straight and wiped the blood and sweat from her face. Now she no longer had any fear in her heart, but instead 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 Sylvanas'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 that would bring him great success in the future. Troublesome 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 to your courage, elf, I must say, you and your men are valiant warriors. But now, the game is over."

Strangely, his words sounded a bit complimentary.

Sylvanas 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!"

Alsace's deathly 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 Sylvanas - facing the exhausted Sylvanas, he did not even choose to dismount and fight. To fight. You know, 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.

Arthas held the reins of the horse with his left hand and waved with his right hand. Picking up the giant sword, she charged towards the ranger with the power of the charge of her war horse.

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

She is aware of the ending she is about to face, but she does not regret it at all. For Kui She died of Er'Thalas, and she had no regrets. Her sacrifice was not for those lords and nobles who only knew political struggle and struggle for power, but for more innocent Quel'dorei civilians. There is only one regret, and that is that in 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, Sylvanas stepped forward and hit the deadly giant with her own weapon. Sword.

However, the next moment, her two swords were instantly broken in the clash of weapons, just like a fragile biscuit hitting a table knife. What was even more terrifying was the special power coming from the giant sword. When they were a few meters apart, She had already felt the unparalleled chill emanating from the great rune sword named"Frostmourne", which was as cold as the biting cold wind in Northrend. It was just a hand-to-hand encounter, and that kind of chill was enough. The broken swords spread to her palms, causing her hands to freeze almost instantly.

Next, the rune sword must have pierced her chest, and it was probably like being stabbed by a knife made of ice. It feels like wearing it.

Sylvanas thought so and closed her eyes resignedly.

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

What is going on?

With such doubts, Xi Ervanas couldn't help but open her eyes.

Then she saw a scene that made her unbelievable.

The two knives that cut off her and almost pierced her chest were exuding terrifying cold air and the power of death. The tip of the great rune sword is being stepped on by someone, and the owner of the rune sword is holding the hilt of the sword with a ferocious expression, trying to withdraw his sword. His expression is mixed with anger and disbelief, and it is obvious that he is in front of him. There was no preparation for this scene.

And the person who stepped on Frostmourne and saved her life from Arthas, even though from Sylvanas' perspective, she could only see a tall man. However, the Ranger General immediately recognized the identity of the owner of the back figure that had appeared in her dreams countless times - and called out his name.

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