The Dharma God of All Realms Begins with Harry Potter

Tens of seconds have passed since the end of the holy light strike that fell from the sky.

Both sides on the battlefield froze in unison, making no new moves for a long time.

The undead side is afraid. This sudden and terrifying holy light attack caused too much damage to the undead natural disaster. Although the current undead natural disaster has more than hundreds of thousands of troops under its command, the damage caused by tens of thousands of undead under this destructive beam of light still makes the Lich King very heartbroken.

Since the undead natural disaster swept across the continent, it can be said that it has been an unstoppable victory in every battle. Under the conspiracy of the mastermind behind the scenes, Lordaeron, the most powerful country in mankind, tended to collapse from the beginning because of the death of the king. Uther, the strongest man of the Silver Hand, and a group of senior officials of the Silver Hand all died in Al. Under the sword of Sass.

During the Undead Scourge's expedition to Quel'Thalas, the army encountered no organized resistance at all. Lordaeron's lords fought on their own, and its allies were either unable to support them (such as Alterac, Sri Lanka, etc.) Tomgard, Kul Tiras), either closed themselves off and were too late or unwilling to support (such as the Wildhammer dwarves, Quel'Thalas, Gilneas), which gave the Lich King opportunities to defeat each other. It can be said that , the total number of casualties since the undead disaster was not as high as that just now.

What's even more worrying is that the attack just now happened too suddenly. Before everything was understood, the Lich King was afraid that the other party would attack again.

If Ye Ting heard this guess, he would definitely snicker.

Because this is simply overthinking.

The [Holy Light Orbital Strike] that Ye Ting just summoned was not his own spell, but came from the light and dark Narukala he created.

After landing near Quel'Thalas, the first task of the draenei was to open up a colony in their hidden mountain forests so that the people who had been trekking in the universe for a long time could recuperate.

Of course, Ye Ting does not need to worry about such trivial matters. That is Yrel's task. He is just Yrel's guide, not a nanny.

Therefore, Ye Ting, who was anxious to understand the current situation, left there first and went to Silver Moon City to investigate the news. This was the scene in the Silver Moon City tavern.

However, leaving the Delaneys does not mean that Ye Ting has severed contact with them.

Through Kara, Ye Ting can communicate with Yirel at any time, and Yirel also made a promise. When Ye Ting encounters any trouble, he only needs to call the fleet... no, call Kara, and then she will She can send troops to support him at any time. She and the entire Delaney clan will be Ye Ting's solid backing.

Lu Buwei once said:"Exotic goods can be lived in." The benefits of farming are ten times, the benefits of pearls and jade are a hundred times, and the benefits of building a country are countless. This is the best proof.

Closer to home, this time Ye Ting called"Tangram", that is, Kara, not the Draenei army. He was calling for Kara's aid light cannon.

Noble Phantasm: [Fall, Dark Star! 】

This is the manifestation of Kara's past as the Dark Star. It is a powerful killing move that can destroy the city. The side effect is that it will consume most of the power and can only be used once in a short period of time.

Because the target to be dealt with is the undead, so through the unique skill"Light and Dark Transformation (a)", [Fall, Dark Star! 】The power of shadow was transformed into the power of holy light, and the result was a special attack on the undead.

Little did Ner'zhul know that such an attack would not be possible again in a short time. But when he was hesitant, Ye Ting would not be idle.

Taking advantage of the opportunity when the surrounding environment was completely purified and would not be polluted again for a while, and the undead would not come to interfere in a short period of time, he pulled up Sylvanas and activated the teleportation technique.

As the magic circle flashed rapidly, the two disappeared in full view of the crowd, officially escaping.

It wasn't until he saw this scene that Ner'zhul seemed to realize something.

But it's already too late

"Damn it! Damn guy, he was actually deceived!"

The body is thousands of miles away in Northrend, and Ner'zhul's consciousness is furious in the sky above the Scourge.

"Sooner or later...sooner or later I have to give him a good look. I want him to die of torture and become a lich after death to serve me forever.——"

After being incompetent and furious, he awakened Arthas and once again ordered the fallen prince to lead the Scourge on a rapid march towards Silvermoon City.

Although Quel'Thalas performed very well in the face of the undead's attack, the Lich King still did not dare to underestimate the heritage of this thousands-year-old magic empire, and there was not much time left for the undead.

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When the Scourge arrived at the city of Quel'Thalas, it was already evening.

Although the sky has become dark, with the moonlight, you can still see from the top of the city that the originally lush and lush forest has become charred and withered everywhere. The songs of elves that had echoed in the forest for thousands of years were now replaced by the cold roars of the undead.

On the city wall of Quel'Thalas, dozens of ornately decorated blade-throwing vehicles are neatly arranged, and the sharp blades that can tear all flesh and blood are fully loaded. Around them, hundreds of archers have tightened their bowstrings. He stared at the enemy troops below the city with scorching eyes, anger burning in his eyes.

Because among the army of the undead, they saw a scene that was unbearable to them.

The elves who were originally handsome in appearance and elegant in posture have now changed drastically: they are still wearing the gorgeous clothes of their lifetime, but their skin is pale and lifeless, their movements are extremely stiff, and they exude a faint stench.

These former compatriots have now joined the army of natural disasters under the evil magic of the Necromancer.

This is a stain on the pride of the elves, this is a blasphemy to their noble compatriots!

Faced with such a situation, no Quel'dorei soldier did not feel angry, and no Quel'dorei soldier did not want to step forward and fight them to the death. However, their strict discipline allowed them to suppress their anger and hatred, leaving only murderous intent to rush forward. Yunxiao.

With a heartbreaking sound of metal friction, the towering gate of Silver Moon City suddenly opened.

Group after group of fully armed high elves walked out of the gate in neat lines.

Their number is probably in the thousands.

Walking in the front row are the elven high elven guards wearing heavy armor, holding elven knives and kite-shaped shields. Compared with humans, these warriors do not account for a large proportion among the high elves, but they are well-trained. The strongest shield in the entire army.

Behind them are the rangers. They wear light green mail, hold long bows, and have double swords hanging from their waists. They are all-round troops suitable for both near and far. They can provide a steady stream of firepower from a distance and can also attack the enemy. When approaching, pick up the two swords and fight the enemy to the death.

After the rangers came the mages and priests. They wore cloth robes that were incompatible with the battlefield, and their queues were not as neat as those of their comrades in front. The number of these people is very small, only a few hundred in total, but they are an indispensable support force on the battlefield. Whether they are increasing friendly forces or killing enemy forces, their presence is the greatest deterrent to the undead.

On both sides of the entire army were some mechanical structures covered in metal and several meters tall. They are magical creations that the high elves are proud of. They are war machines used to make up for the low population of the high elves and supplement melee units. From this point of view, they are somewhat similar to the Draenei's [Immortals], but regardless of In terms of intelligence and technical level, these constructs are far inferior to the [Immortal].

This army looks neatly arranged and well-disciplined. Combined with their gorgeous and beautiful uniforms and armor, overall they are incompatible with the battlefield, as if they are not war machines, but precious works of art.

Only enemies who have actually faced them know the price to pay for underestimating this so-called"artwork".

The only pity is that there are so few of them.

As for the number of mages among them, it is very different from the number of mages that Silver Moon City should have.

In fact, it’s no wonder. For Quel'Thalas, who was unprepared, these troops were already the most they could muster in a hurry.

As for the question of mages...

While the high elves and the undead are confronting each other, there is also a war that is about to start on the island of Quel'Danas further north.