Heavenly Rain Descends

The stagnant time seemed to be released in an instant; strings of light dripped down from the sky, falling onto leaves, earth, rocks, steel, and sewage, transforming into streams of profound energy that rippled outwards. 🐲💞 🐙ඏ

The earth element and spirit of nature, who had been in immense pain, instantly transformed their initial joy into a feeling of comfort the moment the rain hit the ground. This comfort instantly spread throughout Zul'ra's body, almost causing him to groan.

Having important business to attend to, Zul'ra retreated from the mysterious realm of consciousness, feeling the comfort and nourishment conveyed to him by the elements and nature. Just as he was about to groan, he realized his situation and quickly waved the Snake God Banner in his hand, which was filled with divine power.

The banners waved in their hands, divine power spreading outwards, harmonizing the elements of nature, allowing them to absorb the sweet rain falling from the sky and restore the earth's vitality as quickly as possible.

As everyone watched, the orange mist that had enveloped Deatholme dissipated under the drizzling rain, revealing the vast Undead camp. In the black Necropolis and corpse disposal rooms, Undead stood silently, preparing for battle. They hadn't expected the Undead canopy above them to be washed away by the rain.

As the light-drip rain fell on their bodies, evaporating into wisps of smoke, the skeletal Undead, feeling almost no pain, bathed in the light rain. They raised their heads slightly, gazing at the sky, their lifeless flames gleaming with a different light. In this rain, their long-bound souls suddenly remembered so many things.

"Though the body is dead, the spirits remain; the soul returns to the underworld, a guiding spirit." Zul'ra waved the banner in his hand and let out a long howl-like shout, his voice echoing through the Ghostlands.

"Meow...!" Just as Zul'ra's voice rang out, a fierce meow came from the deep forest. A gust of wind suddenly swept in, and a lynx appeared in the wind. Then it suddenly split into countless kittens and rushed into the rain of light, leading the souls that had awakened in the rain into the Netherworld. The cannon fodder of the the Scourge in Deatholme was almost completely wiped out in an instant.

"War drums." After Zul'ra summoned the spirit of the underworld, Halazzi, she suddenly pointed her longsword. The waiting Tooth-Soldiers jolted and instantly struck the large drum in front of them. The booming sound of the war drums rang out, a sign that had been agreed upon long ago.

"For the Light."

"For Sin'dorei."

"For Amani."

"For life!" Amidst the rain of light, the waiting Allied soldiers roared their battle cries to the booming war drums as they charged into the now-evil-free Deatholme, preparing to cleanse the Ghoul, Nerubians, Death Knight, and Undead that had not been cleansed by the rain of light, and to dismantle the evil and cold Necropolis.

Low-level cannon fodder Undead such as skeletons and ghosts, as well as the orange mist that shrouded the entire city of Deatholme, were all swept away by the rain and Halazzi. In the holy rain, a series of evil Undead spells were either unusable or had reduced effectiveness. Under such advantageous conditions, the Allied forces' attack on Deatholme advanced with unstoppable momentum.

Although the offensive was unstoppable, the allied forces eventually encountered some tough opponents. When the surging troops reached the Necropolis in the center of Deatholme, a green flame shot out from the dark pyramid. Three Charge Deerclops soldiers were unable to dodge and were instantly burned to ashes along with their armor.

"Watch out!" Three Giant Deer Army soldiers, burned to ashes in the flames, warned the soldiers following them. Everyone quickly moved aside. Then, a deep roar came from the dark Necropolis, and a Tauren clad in black armor charged out wielding a giant axe.

"It's Undead knight." Kamozi the Sunbearers gripped his mace, raised his round shield in his left hand towards the charging Tauren, and warned him as he assumed a defensive stance. Before he could finish speaking, the Tauren was already in front of him, and his battle axe came crashing down from below.

"Bang!" Kamozi felt as if his forearm, which was supporting the round shield, was no longer his own for a moment, but he still managed to stay upright. However, he was unable to adapt to the opponent's attack and launch a counterattack. Meanwhile, the Tauren Undead knight standing opposite him wielded his battle axe and slashed at him again and again.

As the Tauren Undead knights charged out, Nerubians, Ghoul, and gargoyles swarmed out of the Great Necropolis, catching the waiting Amani'lai and Sin'dorei off guard and causing chaos in the scene.

"Don't just defend against my attacks, you idiot, I'm going to use a spell." The Tauren Undead knight swung his axe at Kamozi's round shield, almost causing him to drop his defensive weapon as he warned him.

"Roar!" Another bull's roar rang out, and before the Tauren Undead knight could make a move, he was knocked away by a white figure that suddenly appeared.

The one who knocked the Tauren Undead knight away was also a Tauren, but he had white fur and bull horns that pointed forward and narrowed inward; it was none other than Bovan.

With one arm around a thick totem pole, as he knocked away his fallen companion, Bovan held a stone with three fingers in his free hand. He showed the runes on the stone to Kamozi, causing the Sunbearers to feel the pain in his forearm quickly subside.

"Is he an elder of the Wind Totem?" The Tauren Undead knight, who had been knocked away, regained his footing and looked at the guy who had sent him flying, a hint of surprise on his large face.

"Heroic Shu'halo, your soul will return to Earth Mother, I promise," Bovan said in a deep voice, casting a healing spell on Kamozi and looking at his fallen companion.

"Elder, I think you shouldn't be focusing on me like this right now. You should be focusing more on my... my..." The Tauren Undead knight said with a straight face, his words slightly embarrassed, as if he didn't want to say anything. In the end, he changed his words.

"You should pay more attention to the leader of this Undead city, the Undead who just unleashed the green flames."

"..." Bovan looked at the Undead Shu'halo, who was adjusting his language, and was slightly surprised, because from the other's hesitant words, he could hear a struggle of consciousness, and the other was reminding him!

"We'll be careful, but you don't have the advantage." Kamozi relaxed, feeling much better in his forearm. He felt the rain still falling and stared intently at the Undead knight opposite him.

"You mean this rain? It does make me quite uncomfortable, but that Undead always has some tricks up his sleeve. You'd better be careful. Oh, by the way, my name is Trag, from the Highmountain Tribe, Amani'lai. Do you know a guy named Zul'ra Jin?" the Tauren Undead knight said in a muffled voice.

"Zul'ra..." Kamozi listened to the Undead knight's words and wondered if he had misheard. Did this guy know Zul'ra Jin?

"Watch out." Just as Kamozi was distracted, Bovan's warning came from the side, because the Tauren Undead knight Trag had already Charge towards him, slashing downwards with the upper part of his battle axe.

"Get out of the way quickly!" Trag's warning came just in time, and Kamozi, regaining his senses, instinctively retreated.

"Well done! Quick, counterattack! No, not defense!" Trag shouted as he watched Kamozi instinctively dodge the attack, while simultaneously swinging his battle axe again.

There was no more at night.