The Dharma God of All Realms Begins with Harry Potter

Andorhal is a city on the border between the Kingdom of Lordaeron and the former Kingdom of Alterac.

As a rare plain area among the mountains, it is located near the abundant water system of Keldaron Lake, which has created Andorhal's fertile soil and developed agriculture. It can be said that before being captured by the undead, Andorhal was the largest grain producing area in the southern border of the Kingdom of Lordaeron. In terms of grain production, even the fertile hills of Hillsbrad cannot compare.

For the feudal kingdom, agriculture was the foundation of everything.

Because of this, Andorhal has become one of the most densely populated areas in Lordaeron except the royal city of Lordaeron. There are a large number of small towns and villages in the entire area, and a large number of Lordaeron people live there. In addition to food, this is also one of the largest sources of soldiers in Lordaeron.

Unfortunately, because of this, Andorhal was also targeted by the Scourge.

At the beginning of the entire disaster, the Cursed Cult lurking in the Kingdom of Lordaeron regarded Andorhal as its most important target.

They cursed the granaries of Andorhal with a plague. As Andorhal's food was sent to all parts of Lordaeron, the plague of the Scourge also spread.

Naturally, as the source of the disaster, Andorhal itself was also the first to be affected.

Then, Arthas came here, and the prince who had not yet fallen discovered the clues in time and saved this place from the clutches of the undead. However, the irony is that not long after, Arthas returned here, holding Frostmourne, turning the once prosperous town into scorched earth.

As the princess of Lordaeron, Calia had the honor to come here with her father when she was a child. She still remembers the prosperity of this town at that time, the merchants hawking on the streets, and the farmers riding horse-drawn carriages or oxcarts. , remembering the big hotel...

She clearly remembered that even the terrifying orcs could not destroy this place, but the undead natural disasters did this.

Looking at the dilapidated buildings with only charred remains, most of them have only their frames or even no frames left after the ravages of natural disasters. The dead bones of many dead people were simply piled up everywhere, even directly on the street. There was no one to collect their bodies. There was only deathly silence in the entire town, and the only moving things that could be seen were some scattered wandering undead, not even crows and rats.

All of this made her clearly understand the fact: this small town that once belonged to Lordaeron has disappeared forever, not because the town itself was destroyed, but because its residents no longer exist.

Looking at the devastation and thinking about what she saw and heard along the way, an inexplicable sadness and anger surged into her heart.

At this moment, she suddenly had a desire to wield a sword - something she had always rejected in her heart - she wanted to use the long sword in her hand to slash at the hateful undead and chop off their heads. Cut off their limbs until they are completely incapacitated.

It was obvious that she hated such violence in the past. So much so that he regarded the swordsmanship taught by Ye Ting as a tool to purely protect himself.

She didn't know why she had such an idea. But the originally kind-hearted girl followed her own heart and ran out like crazy towards a ghoul passing by on the street.

Ye Ting did not stop her, even though at this moment she completely lost her mentality as a warrior and warrior, her footwork was particularly messy, and her sword swing was not in a good posture.

She just wanted to rush to the undead, swing her sword at it, and destroy it with pure violence.

After a few days of training from Ye Ting, Caliya today is no longer the same as she was in the past. Now she can at least be a cavalry sergeant or infantry captain in the army of Lordaeron in the past with her martial arts skills alone. The girl's original talent and the enhancement of the golden apple allowed the girl to cross the threshold in one fell swoop that ordinary people would need to work hard for a long time.

In front of her, even a random swing of the sword was not something that an ordinary ghoul could resist, and the unlucky guy was soon chopped into pieces.

Then the second one, the third one...

The other undead souls who came after hearing the news also became the targets of the little princess's venting, and fell under her sword one by one. But Calia was still not satisfied, and kept poking their chests with the tip of her sword until these dead people became pulpy pieces.

"Huh...huh...huh……"

After the violent venting, the exhausted Caliya stood on the enemy's corpse with her sword in hand, breathing deeply. At the same time, she felt wisps of warm liquid on her cheeks.

At some point, she shed tears.

Although she personally experienced the undead natural disaster in the Royal City of Lordaeron and witnessed the death of her parents, she was focused on escaping at the beginning and did not feel the impact of the natural disaster on the kingdom so deeply.

It was only in the past few days, until now, that the damage caused by the undead natural disaster to the earth was presented to her in the most realistic and intuitive way. Only now did she truly understand what she was fighting against and protecting. What is it, and what needs revenge for it.

What can she do to make up for the serious sins committed by her brother and gain the forgiveness of everyone who died for them?

What can she do to break this dark world and bring light to everyone who is still breathing on the earth?

The moment when the nihilistic ideal finally connects with the cruel reality, the moment when even aimless destruction cannot vent the deep sadness and anger suppressed in the heart, the moment when confusion and helplessness fill the heart...

She wanted to cry, but held it back.

Because she knew she couldn't do this.

He is the future king of Lordaeron, the only one who can lead the people to fight against natural disasters, and the only one who can bring repentance and redemption for all the sins caused by Arthas.

The king is strong, and the king cannot shed tears.

Caliya kept telling herself this.

Then, she felt herself being held in a warm embrace.

In this embrace, all confusion and helplessness can be dispelled, all cruelty of reality is blocked, and all sadness and anger have someone to talk to.

She heard a man's voice ringing in her ears

"Just cry, just cry"

"A king cannot cry, but a girl can. In front of me, you are just an ordinary little girl."

So, she couldn't help crying.

The tears soaked the man's robe, but he didn't care.

"Cry, cry, Calia."The man gently stroked the princess's back and said softly,"Cry out all your weaknesses, all your uneasiness, and all your confusion. Then you have to wipe away your tears, put on your armor, raise your sword and lead your subjects to cut off all evil and punish all sins. This is your destined duty."