Death Knight

"Good guy, really big enough, is it the Dragon King?" Nord's expression gradually became serious. The dwarves lined up the strongest formation, slowly and silently approaching the dangerous target.

The next moment, the undead dragon suddenly flapped its wings suddenly, the surrounding mist suddenly awakened and fled in all directions, and the huge body that was swimming became a fuzzy black shadow shuttled between clouds.

"We were found ~!" Noord issued a command loudly, "Pastor, praying for the asylum of Lucis ~! Hurry ~!"

The body of the storm gryphon was whispered in prayer, gradually wrapped in the warm gold, and the weapons in the hands of the dwarves glowed silver and white. The roar of the Dragon King of the North is carried by his ears. Even though he is a battle-hardened warrior, he can't help getting nervous at this moment, and subconsciously grips the throwing axe in his hand.

The first head-to-head confrontation with the Undead Dragon is about to begin.

Clafrigg spread his wings, gliding at high speed, and the tip of the wings broke two white trajectories in the morning mist. Needless to say, the target of this group of attackers is obviously Ziyan Stone. And the Dragon King has only one mission-to kill all enemies who try to approach the treasure. He was the first to attack with a second deafening roar.

The icy dragon's breath tore open the obstruction of the atmosphere, and the gryphon formations trembled in the waves like the leaves in the wind, and the arranged formation was quickly shattered to pieces. And the golden flames that surround the living person's body are making a rustling sound, struggling in the dark wind.

Noord lifted his head in search of the whistling air pressure, and searched for the target, and when he returned to God, the dragon's huge body was close to his eyes. The dwarf threw the axe in his hand conditionedly, but it fell through. Kraferrigg escaped his attack with a disproportionate agility. In the blink of an eye, the golden-throwing axe was hidden. In the endless darkness. The dark shadow wrapped in coldness passed by.

The confrontation that passed by provokes a violent sound explosion, which instantly penetrates the eardrums of the dwarves, and they can't restrain the stance of fighting and cover their ears one after another. And in that harsh resonance, a scream without warning made everyone's heart tighten.

A griffon was smashed into his head by Craferig, his dead body, like a kite with a broken line, fell straight to the ground, and soon became a small black spot in his pupil. The dwarf riding on it was torn into pieces, as if to warn, the Dragon King waved the metal armor and flesh fragments in the air at will, and the thick **** smell instantly filled the sky.

"Damn ~!" Noord, who saw it all, yelled, his face flushed with anger.

Clafrigg remained silent, and without any delay in action, the undead dragon made a beautiful turning trajectory in the air, and once again spit out the cold air current to the attackers. Immediately afterwards, the dragon king folded his wings and dived down towards the enemy in front of him. The attitude was like an unrivaled ya vector, fired at the dwarf's hastily formed shield formation. But this time, the anger caused the soldiers to withstand the chilling Dragon Breath, and launched a counterattack before the Dragon King approached.

Eleven throwing axes wrapped in the power of the Holy Light, tearing the black curtain covering the sky to pieces. The dwarf warrior's counterattack was like a huge net, capturing the oncoming behemoth. Most of the attacks were missed by the opponent's swift action, but two handles still hit the target. Flashing golden flowers burst across the Dragon King's body instantly, burning the body framed by cold and death.

The Holy Light buried the fierce throbbing pain into the bone marrow, and Claferig snarled in a whisper, uncontrollably. But such trauma did not allow him to flinch. On the contrary, the enraged Dragon King launched an impact with greater power. After another close encounter, the second dwarf warrior was sent to the grave by the sharp dragon tooth.

If we continue this way, we will all be killed by that **** reptile ~! Nord's brows were locked, his eyes fixed on the figure that was spreading death and fear. Whenever the moment comes, the careless dwarf will arm himself with silence until he calmly hits the deadly weakness of a strong enemy.

At this moment, Nord's eyes were as sharp as a blade.

"A few of you !! Cover attack!" He issued an order to his fellow citizens in Teras's dialect. "I'm going to the lizard's head ~!"

"But Lord ..."

"Shut up !! Start immediately!" Norde took out the huge battle axe behind him. The heavy feel and the burning light on the edge of the blade greatly increased the dwarf's confidence. "Give the guy some color ~! "

The Glade of the Storm Gryphon Elite met the roaring Dragon King.

Despite the sanctuary of the power of the Light, the mighty dragon's breath still trembled Nord, and the cold wind blew across his face, as painful as a knife. But the stubborn dwarf ignored all physical warnings. He stood up from the mount under the pressure of the wind, and manipulated the griffon toward the oncoming enemy.

Seeing the leader's life-threatening behavior, the soldiers immediately attacked the Dragon King. Regardless of the danger of being hit by his own, Norder hid in the golden trajectory drawn by the axe, and quickly approached the huge body. By the time Kraffrigg sensed the dwarf's attempt, Nord had jumped up, waving his battle axe with all his strength, and chopped down on the wide back.

Dragon King's scales are stronger than the icy ice in the north, but under the unimaginable speed impact, the blow of this broken mountain stone still tore a huge wound on it. The jagged edge bit deep into Craferig's body. The severe pain made the dragon roar and struggle in the air, trying to shake off the enemies on its back. The eyes of the dragon king burned, so that the surrounding mist was soaked with fear and killing. Even the Gryphon of the Storm, at this moment, no longer obeys the control of the dwarves, but instinctively avoids the unstoppable anger.

The dwarf's body was in the midst of the tide, and it kept colliding with the hard dragon scales, and Mithril's armor made a sharp friction sound, and several of them even sunk in. But Norde just grabbed the axe without a word, and swallowed the blood from his throat.

Craferig's anger was extremely extreme, not only because of the pain from the back, but also because of the awakened memory.

The Dragons are the most powerful force in the North. The Millennium Spider Kingdom had tried to occupy the territory belonging to the White Dragons, but it was just an attempt, and it paid the price of thousands of fighters, and eventually had to flee back to the underground lair. The barbarians had snatched the treasures of those who had lost their orders, but the revenge that followed brought them thousands of miles away, and the road was filled with dead corpses.

This is the White Dragons, the noblest family members of the North under the rule of Kraferig. They will never compromise, never yield, can only be destroyed and cannot be enslaved.

However, the knights of Ishtoli broke the legend and they conquered the White Dragons.

For the first time, Craferig, who battled bloodily, tasted the defeat for the first and only time. He will never forget the death knight burning with the cold water in his eyes, and the sting of the icy great sword running through his skull. However, even after the blood was shed, the Dragon King still could not rest. In order to maintain the existence of the remaining dragons, he reached an agreement with Ishutto and became part of the undead army.

Since you can't get into the ground, you have to destroy everything in your eyes and destroy the world that holds me! With a body that doesn't know the pain, I will never fail again! Proud Klaferrigger made this oath to himself. But, at this moment, does this ugly and small dwarf dare to challenge himself?

Unforgivable ~!

When he found that flying as hard as he could not get rid of the enemies on his back, Kraferig slowed down. The storming griffins quickly moved closer. The fighting spirit in the eyes of the dwarves shows everything-they will never abandon the leader.

The Dragon King just looked scornfully at the enemies gathering around.

"Thank you, I'm in a bad mood right now, thank you." The cold light filled the eyes of the Dragon King, and the breath of death covering the whole body permeated the air. Right ~! "

The dazzling serial lightning cut through the thin cloud, and the silvery white light was like an enraged poisonous snake, and darted to the griffins surrounding it. The dwarves dodged quickly, but the sticks stretched out from the thick electric light still passed the armor, making their bodies tremble uncontrollably.

Under Kraffrigg's magical bombardment, the formation that was about to condense was quickly destroyed, and the Griffins of the Storm had to be on the edge of the battlefield, waiting for the opportunity to attack. After the opponent turned into a plate of loose sand, the Dragon King did not stop singing the spell. In the empty battlefield, the light flashed again, and this time, it hit the caster himself.

Nord was still struggling to support it. Although the axe had a strong barb on it, under the opponent's fierce movement, it gradually began to loosen. The dwarf who had intended to break the dragon king's head, only now found himself completely passive. The cold breath permeating from the body of the undead dragon is gradually devouring the power of the Holy Light that shelters himself. Nord feels that the cold seems to have penetrated into the limbs that are gradually paralyzed, and penetrated deep into the bone marrow. But he did not intend to give up.

Until the falling thunder came.

The bright blue light ran through Craferig's body, which was not enough to hurt the powerful Dragon King, but it was a fatal blow to the enemy on his back. Attracted by the smell of metal, all the Benleis swarmed towards Nord's clenched tomahawk, and the dwarf let go in time before being roasted into coke. And the next moment, the wind immediately dragged the lost soldier into the air.

The undead dragon roared and turned towards the falling dwarf.

The Dragon King's blood bowl was close at hand, and the stinky smell was mixed with the howling cold wind, as if to freeze time at that moment. That's the smell of death.

The sharp dragon claws penetrated Nord's body, and his whole body twitched, but before losing consciousness, the dwarf didn't think much about it, but projected a dagger in his hand toward the purple crystal ball also shining in front of his eyes.

"Finally disintegrated, the undead's offensive ..." Kadar smiled with relief. The **** chariot still did not stop attacking, firing fireballs frequently towards the city, but at this moment it completely lost its sight and almost never hit the target. The reinforcements no longer need to be confined to the range of the trebuchet, but can quickly support the fierce battle walls. On the contrary, despite the fatigue, the undead who launched the attack in the morning showed a downward trend.

The proudly fluttering flag of the Holy See at the city head once again withstood the baptism of war.

But when the sage looked up at the sky, they found that less than half of the storm griffins returned. When the dwarf warriors stumbled to the ground, Kadal realized that their armor was all frozen, and there was no joy in their expressions. The young commander's gaze moved around the crowd looking for his old friend, but found nothing.

"Where is Nord?" Kadal asked in a quivering voice.

"Dead, dead under the claws of the Dragon King." The dwarf headed answered briefly, "Call the priest, and the new equipment, the throwing axe is used up, and the armor is broken."

"But ..." For the first time, the sage could not answer the other party's words.

"Although the weapon was destroyed, the **** was still fighting with fellow citizens. If we rest here, Lord Nord's soul will also be humiliated." When the soldier said this, his eyes were moist, but in his tone, he even Most of them are raging fighting spirit.

The purple light trembled, gradually shrinking and shrinking, and eventually extinguished.

Richard sighed. In front of him was another of the twin purple firestones, and the extinguishment of the flame represented only one thing-the crystal was dead.

"Even the King of the White Dragon, this is the case. Notify Roland that the attack is suspended, and there is no way to effectively use the **** chariot to support the battle." The Lich shook his head, and the sunlight transmitted through the tent was unknown. Juezhong has moved to the noon position, "There are three and a half days ..."

The angry Kraferiger gave up his task, and the huge body soon merged into the hustle and bustle of the battlefield. The scale of victory even tilted straight towards the undead at that moment. The Griffin of the Storm had to descend to seek help from the archers. However, even the powerful magic of the Dragon King cannot reverse the progress of the war, because it is only the ripples caused by the stones, and it will soon disappear on the waves.

The army of the undead is evacuating from the battlefield of the siege, and the black body is like the ebb tide, falling from the wall that has been repeatedly washed away. Along with the fading of the frost curtain, Darlan's wall showed a scarred surface, but under the sun's rays, the angular outline was still standing upright, like a small knight in front of a mockery.

"Don't stop in front of me ~" Roland clenched the weapon in his hand, and rushed towards the towering behemoth again.

However, the arrow rain pouring down from the city's head made everything meaningless. Silver light whistled and cut into the gap between the turning of the halberd, penetrated the bright silver armor, and deeply buried in his body.

Even the lightest movement and the strong block can not make the death knight move forward, but the desire of revenge in those aquatic pupils shows no sign of extinction. It was as if a moth was throwing fire, and the gray-haired figure still insisted on going up against the current, tirelessly repeated the charge, but was repelled again and again.

The next moment, a dazzling spark burst in front of Roland, cracking without warning. A transparent screen broke all the arrow feathers from the city wall, and before the power of magic, the death knight had to stop himself.

"Come again, are you planning to commit suicide before the revenge is successful?" Richard's unhurried voice sounded beside him. "Even the Dark Eagle cannot break through this defense."

"Claferrigg is really disappointing. Human power is clearly reaching its limit ~!" Roland's tone was mixed with anger. "As long as I can support it tonight, I can break into the gate, just a little more time ... "

"But the undead also has its limits. Even if it can't succeed this time, the wish will be achieved next time." The Lich was incredible about the reaction of the other party. "The death knight has an immortal body. Since it has been waiting for ten years, Why can't I face it rationally now? "

"I can't answer this kind of question myself, maybe instinctively." Roland's expression became complicated. "I was born for such a thing, so ..."

"That's right," the Lich smiled. "But since the main troops have already retreated, it doesn't make sense to stay here. Please retire with the head of the group."

Since yesterday afternoon, the offensive that lasted for nearly a day has been stopped across the line. Now, the death knights and ghouls are cautiously roaming outside the attack range of the garrison, while the skeleton warriors relaxed the tight bowstrings and stood quietly Waiting for the next order, even the **** chariot has stopped roaring at this moment.

Everything sounded. At this moment, Dharamla is like a lonely island floating on the stagnant water that emits cold air.

However, everyone knows that in the next moment, the frozen black lagoon will boil and become a magma burning with the soul's fire.

Winter days are always short, and the orange sunset begins to sink behind the towering city walls. But the human warriors above the bird's eye view did not produce any poetic imagination. The cold mist was flowing with the restlessness of the undead, and all signs indicated that new battles were about to begin again under the cover of night.

The torch's light spread throughout the city, forming a serpentine snake. Under the dim light, the elongated shadow was dancing wildly. And the darkness creeping under the city walls seems to swallow everything and spread quickly to the place with warm blood, even the burning logs, huge steel golems and shining swords cannot Stop that crazy shock.

The coming of night makes people's senses dull. Even the dwarves with excellent night vision ability cannot easily capture the dead bodies of the dead. On the contrary, the tireless death knights and the ghouls who used grievances as their tentacles to capture all the outside world were completely unaffected. Under the wave of undead's offensive, whether it is the night sky or the city head, the alliance's front is stepping back.

"Although the fighting at night was hard, even the undead who was unaware of fear and tiredness could not win Dalaran with a history of hundreds of years within a few days." After observing the battlefield silently, Kadal finally turned Gaze turned to the kind figure on one side, "We will not lose to those guys who climbed out of the grave, absolutely."

"En ~!" Delicia nodded with a smile, "Today's battle is fierce. Go to rest first, and leave it to me here."

"If anything happens ..."

"Don't worry, I'll notify you in time," the female knight tried to relax the atmosphere. "Or do you think that the head of the Paladin Knight can't cope with the unexpected situation?"

"So is it." The sage's mouth slightly raised.

However, Kadar had not turned around, and the sight in front of him was like a steel chain, holding him firmly on the battlefield.

The ghoul's frantic hissing rang through every part of the city wall, and under the icy cold sea water, the elite soldiers from the spider kingdom were quietly performing another task-digging out a Direct access to the tunnel in the city. The faint light of the fire could not tear off the cover of the night, and the drum noise on the surface of the battlefield shielded human perception, and everything was under cover. The death knights will bypass the solid defense and directly pass the cold blades through the human heart.

If it weren't for the excavation team being involved in a buried magic vortex.

The surface of the Black Ocean suddenly soared into the sky, and the deafening loud noise gusted from the blasting rift. Then, it turned into a torrential rain, with broken limbs, minced meat, and cold blooded scarlet hail.

The earth was like some creature awakened. There were huge hills rolling up and down everywhere, the army of the undead undulating up and down in that angry roar, and even the magnificent walls of Daralla couldn't stop shaking.

The masterpiece of the magic city-Sand Spring Magic, a powerful elemental magic of earth. When these elaborate graphics are imprinted into the depths of the earth, they become deadly traps that can be triggered by careless people at any time.

Kadar is the capital of Elazia and has built a real three-dimensional defense system. Even the cold wind from the north had to stop before it.

On the surface, the two sides were still deadlocked, and a large arrow rain shuttled between the city wall and the ground. The soldiers shouted to roll the logs down the city, and the eyes of the death knights never stopped burning. But under that bluffing noise, the undead's offensive has completely frozen.

The reserve forces of the survivors were immediately dispatched—the shadows of the abyss, which had been on standby, have finally begun operations. The isolation performance and scarce quantity of the crimson magic circle make these monsters good at magic useless in siege. But now, a shadow like a smoke has become the guard of the mining team. They began to cautiously detect hidden traps with their talents and use their magic to dispel them.

The layout of the underground array was more complicated than Richard expected. Although the Alliance does not have many large-scale legal arrays, the small ones that are set on the periphery are scattered everywhere, and once triggered, it may cause a chain reaction. Even the familiar shadow of the abyss, such a task is a huge challenge.

It took a whole day to clear the obstacles. Until the third night came, the shadows cleared a road directly to the foot of the city wall. The Spider Warrior changed the previous slow and quickly extended the wide tunnel into Daralla. Within the city.

"Attack can be launched soon." Roland held the mount and fumbled forward under the ground without a trace of light.

"Don't worry, there must be an exciting battle waiting for us." Arthas teased his colleagues around him.

Behind the two were three hundred high-level death knights, who shouldered the important task of opening the gates of the city. The one hundred abyss shadows acting as guards can ensure that the underground passage will not collapse under the influence of spells.

At this moment, the dark road is nearing the end, and the spider warriors at the end are carrying out the final process-constructing a large enough formation for the death knights to rush out of the tunnel and play out in an instant. All power.

"That's it, those undead are below." The mage's footsteps stopped in a small square near the gate.

When the underground passage crosses the city wall, the sensitive detection magic senses the anomalies of the ground veins. However, although humans have triggered several small earthquakes with spells, the undead seem to be unaffected. ordinary.

The only way to deal with it was to destroy the undead when they broke out.

The paladin-based defensive forces surrounded the area, surrounded by mages and priests in charge of support, and archers hiding in nearby houses. Centered on the square, there are more than 2,000 soldiers gathered here. The wind and snow gradually increased, but everyone looked intently at the ground in front of them, afraid that any details would escape their control.

"Come ~!" Shouted the young paladin at the front.

The cracks on the ground seemed to be black lightning, spreading across the square in an instant, and the next moment, with the sound of rumbling, numerous fragments burst open, and the center of the square collapsed into a large hole with a diameter of more than ten meters.

Several flashes of light radiated from the black abyss, burning people's eyes, and with the help of that moment of chaos, the magic shadow first rushed to the ground, letting the power of magic run through human flesh and blood.

The death knight, who had been waiting for a long time on the vertical pit wall, followed immediately, and the entire square suddenly became an angry volcano, spewing magma carrying ice.

The recovered garrison immediately counterattacked, the hot light penetrated the bright silver armor, biting the souls of the dead, locust-like arrows roared above their heads, and from time to time there would be death knights in the golden light. China turned to ashes, however, humans still couldn't stop the black blade from advancing.

A priest was stunned by the sight in front of him. He couldn't imagine why the flame of the Holy Light could not stop the death knight's charge, and before he could react, Frost Wing penetrated the flesh under the chain mail.

"Don't try to stop me!" Roland's eyes shone with the light of revenge, and the mount leaped high, passing over the paladin's head in front of him, and there was only one scene reflected in that aquatic pupil—Dalan La Cheng's main entrance.

Two silver paladins guarded the gate control room, and the corridor leading to it allowed only an adult man to walk sideways. It was a solid defense. However, the screams coming from outside the iron door on the other side of the corridor still made the two of them highly nervous.

The frost that cut iron like mud splits the door, and the necromancers gathered for resentment form an undercurrent, sending out a terrifying scream and rushing towards the enemy. At the same time, a knight dagger shot at another target with extreme precision.

As soon as the necrotic devouring was resolved with the power of the Holy Light, the oncoming cold sword wind made the Paladin clenched his teeth. The small space in the control room limited the power of the Great Sword, and the intruder immediately abandoned the weapon in his hand and switched to fighting attack. The fall of the items, the rupture of the simple furniture, and the harsh noises suddenly filled the three people's ears until the crisp sound of the broken bones ended all the chaos.

One of them had a spine fractured under severe blows, and life immediately left him. The other man's wrist was severed, and at this moment, the injured paladin was leaning against the corner of the wall, staring angrily at the enemy in front of him. The corners of his mouth opened slightly, as if to say something, but that sentence was stuck in his throat forever-the winner won't hesitate to take a side kick and tore his neck bone.

Breaking through numerous defenses and crossing the barrier of Holy Light, Roland came here first with his memory ten years ago. At this moment, not only the armor is scarred, but several wounds on the body are exuding dark red cold blood—even the death knight ’s body has reached its limit in such a battle. However, the aquamarine pupil The burning cold fire showed no sign of weakening.

"Immediately ... the wish can be fulfilled ..." Roland muttered to himself, pushing the switch of the city gate vigorously.

"It's really good." The cynical tone sounded behind him.

"You're too slow, Arthas." Roland frowned. "What's going on outside?"

"Skeleton warriors can finally exert their strength now, and the ghouls are following behind them to charge," the other side replied succinctly. "We have controlled Ximen, and we are responding to the north and south troops, while the human alliance is moving towards the east gate. Move back. "

"Very well, make them faster ~!"

"Of course, Richard hopes to destroy all important facilities, including the city walls, before retreating." The death knight with red pupils added.

Roland's expression was a little at a loss at that moment: "What? Retreat?"

"Yes, scouts have found a large number of reinforcements, more than 60,000, and are now rapidly marching towards Dharala."

"Impossible, today is only the fourth day ..." Roland retorted the other side meaninglessly.

"Obviously, the information we got was wrong," Alsace's mood did not change much. "It seems that they got the news of our army's attack at the first time, and the speed of support seems to be completely free of heavy snow. Impact, if not withdrawn as soon as possible ... "

"Enough." Roland's eyes were as sharp as a knife, "Alsace, immediately gathered a team of death knights ~! They are all here already, how can you give up ... definitely not let the effort go to nothing ~! I have waited It's been a full ten years, and Wyndham's doom can't be delayed for even a minute and a second ~! "

"It's my pleasure to hear that, Master, Lord." The corner of his mouth slightly raised.

The First Return of the Final Chapter

The winter sun slowly flows down the hollow dome into the hall.

The collision of weapons, the explosion of fireballs, and the shouts of soldiers continued, but these signs of the battlefield missed this place. Like a sacred place separate from the present world, the Temple of Luviz isolated blood, slaughter and fear from the high walls, leaving only loneliness and silence.

The statue of the goddess bathed in the light falling from the screen, revealing a peaceful expression guarding the temple. In the center of the hall, a penitent prayed prayerfully, without moving, as if he had become a statue. Although the shouting and killing gradually approached, he did not intend to leave at all. It wasn't until the temple's door opened that the lowered head finally lifted slowly.

"Your Majesty ~" The royal knight interrupted the king's prayer regardless of etiquette, and the young face was revealing anxiety and anxiety, "The death knight has already attacked ~! If you don't leave again, I am afraid ..."

"Thank you, but I'm tired, it's the same everywhere I go." Winddam just shook his head. "Is that thing confirmed?"

"It's confirmed, I saw it with my own eyes, Your Majesty. But ..."

"That's enough. It's hard for you, please leave this place quickly." The king stopped the other's persuasion. "As for me, after going through all this, there is no other place to go, I can only stay here and wait for the judgment of fate .Don't worry, Louvis will guide everything. "

The Cavaliers said nothing more, but bowed deeply, then turned to leave.

"My life will probably end here, right?" Watching the other's departure, Windham's shoulders suddenly collapsed, his expression seemed to be half a century older than before.

The scene ten years ago, regardless of the owner's will, forcibly floated from the deepest part of the mind-the girl whose body gradually cooled down, the altar soaked with blood, and the statue of the goddess that looked extraordinarily strange against the red background. Everything seems to have happened just now, and even the strong **** smell, once again filled the whole hall, washing the ethereal holiness into the endless abyss. In order to survive, Wyndham stole the future of others, and now he knew he had to pay the price.

Wyndham took a deep breath and tried to awaken his consciousness, but the taste of death gradually rose from the root of his tongue. Then, a gust of wind mixed with ice debris made his whole body sting.

Because it was not a shocking memory, but a anger and hatred that had accumulated for ten years.

Roland was standing in front of the Temple of Luvice. The bright silver armor stained a large blood stain, and the frost in his hand reflected the cold cold light. The gate had been cut into pieces, and cold wind was sobbing in the hall mixed with snowflakes. When the once-familiar figure reflected into those burning eyes, the hands of the death knight trembled involuntarily. The flame of the soul ran through his body, turning everything that touched its edge into ashes.

"The time for trial is here!" The Avengers' voice was as sharp as ice, sharp and ruthless. Nothing can stop him at this moment.

The gray-haired figure strode into the Temple of Vis, struck by the warm sunshine in an instant, replaced by a depressing cold. Twelve death knights followed silently, encircling Winddam. They stared blankly at the trembling human, as if a group of crows longing for sacrifices, waiting to peck on the blood and flesh of the dead.

Despite the awakening, the king's courage disappeared in an instant, Windam lowered his head, letting his eyes avoid the burning cold of the other side, then cleared his throat, painful and slow Read the name of the person in front of her: "Roland ..."

The next moment, accompanied by painful groaning, the king knelt down on his knees softly-the passing Jianguang cut his tendon. However, blood did not flow out, and the wound was frozen at the same time it was created.

The soul eager for revenge is not in a hurry to give prey to death. He wants to slowly enjoy the moment when his wish is fulfilled, and fill his broken soul with the pain of the prey.

The death knight's eyes were full of icy flames that seemed to be overflowing, but Roland was extremely calm at the moment: "Finally meet, Winddam, for this moment, I have waited for ten years."

Wyndham didn't answer. He just chanted Luvis's name repeatedly with intermittent voices, and closed his eyes tightly, refusing to accept everything that had happened.

"Anytime, you are just a coward who is greedy for life and afraid of death! Ten years ago, in order to survive, you even sacrificed a long life." The death knight bent over, letting the blade of the dagger across his cheek. Then he slammed the dagger into Windham's thigh. The severe pain burned the king's body, and he immediately wailed sharply and twitched on the cold ground.

"And today, everything you can do is just to escape shamelessly!" Roland watched the ugly state of the prey coldly, and then raised the weak body of his opponent, his cold hands choked the warmth that remained. neck.

"Don't think you are smart enough to escape the punishment of revenge." The cold voice was filled with brutal murder, "Today I want to return everything, just as you did to me ten years ago ... that The girl named Catoli is not qualified to live any longer ~! "

Wyndham's pupils dilated in a flash, and the body began to struggle subconsciously.

"Do you want to use yourself as a bait so that your daughter can escape from the secret path? The idea is really good, but unfortunately I have deployed enough troops so that even Asuka cannot leave Daralla, let alone your daughter?"

"Don't ... don't do that, please, Roland ..." The words of the death knight were like the cold sword, which penetrated the king's final dignity in an instant. "You can do anything to me, please forgive her, please forgive me Daughter ... she did nothing wrong ... "

"Did you feel that heartbreaking mood? But even now remorse, nothing can be changed ..." Roland's pupils overflowed with burning flames, and painful expressions stagnated on the crazy face, "So, I will not leave you any luck ~! Those who defile the blood of long time must die ~! "

The force of compression on the neck suddenly disappeared. However, Windham, who had been lifted from prison, had not landed yet, and the frost that had been radiated from the cold had nailed him into the air. The sharp big sword penetrated from the front chest and penetrated through the back. The bright red liquid suddenly poured out like a fountain, washing away the frozen blood stains on the silver armor.

Before Windham's eyes fluttered, he heard Roland's last words-"I will tear your last hope to pieces."

The tragic white torrent of skeleton warriors flooded the streets of the city. The army of ghouls that followed followed the cold frozen ground everywhere. The city gates in the west, south, and north have been captured, and the undead, like the flood that settled the embankment, destroyed everything that could be destroyed.

With the dull explosion, Daranla ’s sturdy walls turned into ruins in the shock-aware that human reinforcements were coming, and the Liches quickly destroyed the defensive facilities with corpse explosions, paving the way for the next attack. . The granaries in the city were all burning, and the bright red tongue of fire was greedily licking the snowflakes flying in the air.

Kadar had no plans to retreat. As soon as the reinforcements arrived, the entire situation could be reversed, and the Alliance's troops would regain control of the city. But before that, as long as you take a step back, the entire Darranla will be destroyed by necromancy and fire.

Alliance soldiers are fighting to save this step.

Delicia was galloping. Just after getting out of the inner city, the undead ambush that had been waiting for a long time was blocked in front of them. The battle was fierce and abnormal. All the six paladins responsible for the guard and seven high-ranking mages were killed. Only she was able to escape from the siege. But by no means retreat. A wound on the shoulder was bleeding outwards, and the gauze wrapped by the grass was quickly swallowed by the spreading red, but the horsewoman did not care.

She didn't even have time to mourn her comrades-in-arms. He must now find the troops to be reinforced as soon as possible, and then deploy them to the right counterattack point as soon as possible, so that the Alliance can stop the Kuroshio attack before the entire city falls.

Not only that, but there is a more important reason to drive the female knight out of nowhere to stand out. She wasn't alone-Catori was sitting on the front side of the saddle, holding Dilisia tightly.

In the ambush just now, the long blade of a death knight cut through the little princess' clothes. At this moment, the roaring cold wind made her whole body stiff, and the heavy snow had blurred her eyes. However, the city of Dharamla swallowed by the thick smoke and red light was still clearly imprinted on the emerald green pupils. in.

The girl knew everything that scene represented. The sadness and fear contained in the helpless eyes when I saw my father for the last time a few days ago are exactly the same.

"Sister, I'm so scared ..." Catoli whispered, hugging each other subconsciously. The armor was cold, but the girl felt relieved.

"Don't worry, you can go to a safe place soon." The horsewoman answered gently. She already noticed it? Looking at the girl with red and swollen eyes, Delicia pressed her tightly in response, praying silently that all this would not cause her heart to be indelibly hurt.

At this moment, an arrow feather suddenly burst into the air, penetrating the mount's heart accurately from the back side, and the paladin's foal immediately mourned and fell down. Delicia subconsciously protected Catori. Under the influence of inertia, the two were thrown away heavily, leaving a trail of scatter in the snow.

The next moment, the shadow of gray hair swept over their heads with unimaginable swiftness, and then lightly stopped a few steps away. The death knight's eyes are shining with a fascinating light. Even the heavy snow covering the sky cannot prevent the flame from burning.

That is the attachment of the Avengers.

Roland dismounted and walked slowly towards his prey. Frost Won ’s clenched in the hands of the death knight, the violent breath flowing down the sharp blade, eroding the black abyss on the heavy snow.

"Stop, Roland ~!" Delicia brushed out her sword and blocked it in front of Catoli.

"Dilicia, are you going to stop me?" The death knight's voice echoed in the snow, appearing hollow and indifferent.

"Windam's sins, as long as Winddam takes it alone, it has nothing to do with Catoli ~!"

"Do you want me to forgive me?" The other asked with a sneer, "Look at the pupils like that! And the color of the hair ~! Those are long-lived, not her looks ~!"

"No one can decide their own parents, and you are simply killing them!"

"Hahahahaha ..." Roland's laughter was creepy. "There are always people standing in front of me in the name of justice, but when I am betrayed and become a sacrifice for a long time, where are you? If it ’s preaching, let ’s stop there! ”

"This time, Frost Wing won't stop for you anymore!" As soon as the voice fell, the dazzling swordmang was already in full bloom.

The fighting did not last long. The wounded body made the sword weak, and the cold snow faltered the Paladin's actions. After only a few rounds of confrontation, Delicia's long sword had been picked up. The slender body was planted into the white snow at once, and the bright red slowly leaked out from under her, looking particularly dazzling.

Roland silently lifted the frost in his hand, encircling the icy sword's edge toward the sky, and cut the golden sunlight into countless thin lines. The silhouette drawn by the reflection of the snow was soaked in inaccessible darkness, but the burning flame in that eye was dancing wildly in the almost frozen time.

The great sword is about to be cut off.

But before that happened, Catoli's thin body suddenly darted at Delicia. The fear in the girl's expression couldn't be masked, and her frozen throat couldn't make a sound. But even so, her hands still hugged Delicia, who was almost unconscious, tighter than ever.

It's a gesture of protection.

At that moment, the cold fire in Roland's eyes shook uncontrollably.

The violent flapping still echoed in the vengeful soul. Don't think about it, just cut it down ~! That voice told him so. There was a beast-like dull roar in the throat of the death knight, as if fighting against some invisible force, holding the frosty sword's handle tighter with both hands.

But the tense atmosphere was suddenly broken, a silver arrow penetrated through the broken armor without warning, and was deeply buried in the death knight's body, and then another silvery track was drawn in the air. The impact caused Roland to lose his balance in an instant.

"The situation is not good, let the arrow go!" The Paladin, who shot the two arrows, opened the bowstring again. Behind him was a pioneer of a group of Knights of the Holy Grail.

The young knight quickly came to the two, covering the cloak on the shivering girl, and the elite troops of the knights immediately set up a solid defensive formation, patrolling vigilantly, but they could find nothing. , The black figure just now has disappeared into the white snow.

Roland shivered uncontrollably.

The sword that fulfills the wishes given by Ishtoli, the tireless body and the fearless body, are now shivering uncontrollably like the fragile flesh body. Imprints that have been engraved into my eyes repeatedly appear and resonate violently in the depths of memory.

Ten years ago, Jiu Yuan guarded me like this, right? It's exactly the same as what she did ...

Is that why I am lenient? The cold fire burning in Roland's eyes had already extinguished, he stared intently at his cold hands, and the snowflakes falling on it formed various mysterious patterns.

"Forget it, that's fine." The death knight yanked the broken armor and clenched his chest with a warm glowing pendant. "Because, no matter what, she couldn't come back."

"Long time, I miss you so much ..." muttered whispered, and the waves of loneliness and coldness floated in Roland's eyes.

The winter breeze whistled long gray hair, crystal-sharp snowflakes jumped cheerfully in the air, and when the white dancing with the wind reflected into the sight of the death knight, everything turned into a flood of memories, pouring into the already extinguished In the soul.

The fluttering hair and emerald eyes, the dancing figure, the silver bell-like laughter and the gentle words, the bright memory is brightened again, if everything happened just yesterday.

What kind of place are you taking me to?

Rest assured that the strongest prayers will protect you here!

It's just ... a little bit concerned.

Thank you.

Please be sure to live ...

"For a long time!" Roland shouted the name of his lover aloud, reached out and tried to stroke the misty illusion, but got lost. Snowflake no longer stays on the cold body, but directly penetrates the past ~! The body of the death knight is gradually turning into a transparent silhouette ...

The deceased immersed in his own memories have forgotten everything around him, but still lingering in the present world, like a candle remaining in the wind, fades quickly and silently. The wish has been fulfilled, so rest in peace ... Roland told herself so.

"Please guard me until that day comes," another clear voice slowly sounded, "until the dawn of the day that belongs to Ishtoli ..."

The tone is soft and soothing, but like drops of water dripping from the sink, it stirs up layers of ripples, and the loud echo wakes the sleeping person.

"Ishtoli ~!" Roland opened his eyes sharply.

Snow was flying in front of him, and blood-red flames outlined the bleak outline of Darranla, the sound of fierce collision of weapons, the roar of the soldiers and the hissing of the undead uploaded from a distant battlefield.

Is that a dream? The death knight lowered his head and examined it closely. Although the snow was heavy, there were no white crystals on the whole body. Until now, the hexagonal flowers were willing to perch on their shoulders.

Is it because of that agreed relationship that you haven't disappeared? Ishutto, still want me to stay in this world ... Roland subconsciously looked to the north, the land where the ice crown was located.

"He's back." Richard slowed his mount.

"Yes, he's back, but is it different?" Arthas frowned. "That guy doesn't have power anymore!"

The Lich nodded and agreed, but the expression was clearly everything expected.

"Why does Ishtoli do this? Why break the constraints of the death knight and let the person who has lost his goal survive? This doesn't make any sense, and now Roland can't do anything ..."

"Even a death knight, will not always exist as promised?" Richard interrupted the questioning of the other party. "Even God cannot see through destiny, how can you predict? We have immortal flesh. , As long as you wait quietly, you can understand the truth hidden behind the appearance. Isn't it? "

The Lich urged the horse toward Roland: "Come on, let's meet the returning fighters."

Even the ice-cast maze will have a melting day, at which time the lost soul will find a new path-whether it leads to death or not. After all, destiny is not a fixed cycle, but an unpredictable spiral.

The first death knight returns

Finish

Dawn Prologue Dawn

The green glow seemed to infiltrate from the inside, soaking the entire sky, washing away the multicolored aurora from the crown of ice. Under that pleasant light, even the snowflakes that flutter all year round are now shrouded in a new layer of tulle. Wearing a goose yellow dress, he stood lightly among the crystal-shaved flowers, and the silky silk fell down his shoulders, flying and depicting the wind.

At that moment, Roland even thought that a long time was right in front of him.

"Olin, you're here!" The girl turned around, and the bright emerald eyes brightened the whole hall.

"Yes, Ishtoli." The death knight turned back to God.

"Look, the light in the sky." The girl's slender fingers pointed at the sky.

"It has been going on since yesterday, and even your light has been covered up ... what is it?"

"That was the calling of this world to me, and the same power that Louvis had received 235 years ago." Ischutli explained briefly, but his eyes gradually drifted away, "Know the Alliance Historical Olin, you should know what it is. "

"The dawn of Lucis ..." Roland murmured.

"Yes, 235 years ago, with the help of the believers, Luves successfully completed the integration with the World Tree and became a 'God'. He has unparalleled power that can affect the spirit world, the nether world, and this world. However, she is still not a complete individual. God should strive to be perfect in order to achieve his own desires, but Luvis was lost in the power and could no longer hear the voice of the sea of ​​thought. "There was a subtle and complex emotion in the crisp voice." For her, the road to fate has come to an end and she can no longer continue to climb, so she wants to kill everything. "

"Isn't it God's ultimate goal to be God?"

"Of course not, that's just the means to achieve faith," the girl shook her head, "but it is a necessary means, so I must also be a god. When that happens, I will complete what Luvis can't do. Achieved. "

"What would it be ... Ishtoli's conviction?" Roland stared thoughtfully at each other.

"What is Olin's conviction?" Isiuto asked back.

"If you don't even have your own beliefs, how do you understand and appreciate the beliefs of others?" The girl's eyes suddenly suddenly became clear. "Mortal people always have to pursue something or guard something to determine themselves. The reason for existence is the best manifestation of the death knights, but ... even Lu Weisi, who is affirmed, has lost her self. Can mortals have such a small existence, can they truly understand their deepest wishes? "

The death knight was silent for a moment.

"But that's just theory after all. As of now, all you need to do is to complete the agreed-upon." Ishutto's mouth raised slightly. "Olin's meditation is very interesting ~!"

"For me, as long as I can find the western world tree, is that all right?"

"When the agreement is completed, I will show the truth of the world to Olin." The girl's expression became serious.

"Well," Roland Shu opened a frown and smiled back. "I can still stand here now, because of the agreed relationship. Yes, I will wave until the dawn of Ishtoli's dawn. Sword ~! "

"Then, get ready now. The journey is not smooth sailing." She said and handed out the ring in her hand. "Oulin is Olin of Ishtoli, and has the body I gave, no need. With other powers, your blood can awaken the world tree and make it my own. But it is not easy to reach the extreme west. "

Roland nodded and took the ring.

Since the end of World War I in Dalara, he returned to the Frozen Crown and stopped fighting. For seven years, Frost Wing had never shed a sheath. However, the peace in the north did not mean that the battle was going smoothly. It took Richard nearly a year to break through the defense of the five cities-until all the walls were destroyed. After occupying the entire Elazia, the undead army finally invaded Stogaard, a complex terrain. For the next six years, he passed by in a tug-of-war confrontation.

This means that Shinto is not clear, humans still control the way to the world tree, and the ring in their hands will be the key to this trip.

"Middle finger,‘ sincere deception, ’” Ishutto said slowly, “have told Olin the effect before?”

"Do you want me to take advantage of this through the league?"

"If Olin is willing to use the power of this ring."

"Of course there is no problem," said Roland's mouth slightly, "I haven't mind changing my identity for a long time," he said, putting the ring on his finger.

The next moment, the golden light overflowed from the ring, like the crazy long vine, spreading along the arm of the death knight to the whole body. Although mentally prepared, when he leaned down towards the fountain, the reflection in the water caused Roland's eyes to stagnate for an instant.

The dazzling blond hair was scattered behind, the frozen skin showed a healthy ruddy, the beautiful face is no longer cold, the only constant is the aquatic pupil.

This is what Roland looked like before he became a death knight.

"Eun, I have long wanted to see what Olin was like, it's really good," Ishtoli said with a playful smile, "If I were a long time ago, I would probably fall in love with you?

"Ishtoli ~!" Roland's voice was a little distressed.

"Oulin blushed ~! The ring created by my strength is really amazing." The girl ignored the other's dissatisfaction, and the silver bell-like laughter jumped in the air with the flying snowflakes, "It's rude It's ... "

"Forget it, I'm used to it." Roland smiled bitterly. "In short, I will try to get familiar with the human posture."

This attitude that once belonged to me ...

Frost's unscrewing echoed in the hall, and Roland tried to wave it a few times, and the sound of breaking air followed. The edge is still extremely sharp, and the breath above is as sharp as ever.

Forged in the name of God, you are innocent. The engraving on the sword glowed faintly.

Ishtoli hopes that I can live, so this time I must also do my best to fight Frost Wing for her.

"Then I should leave, take care, Ishtoli." Roland paused, then added his tone, "I will definitely fulfill my agreement with you ~!"

"Well, please take care of everything, and Olin must take care." The girl replied solemnly, and eventually Roland's figure was mixed with the light of the moon flower, becoming an ethereal silhouette, disappearing at the end of the hall.

He will travel through countless spheres of influence until he reaches the starting point of memories, which is also the place where Ishtoli's prophecy cannot be seen-the capital of the stars. There, the path to the world tree will be clear.

If you run towards a certain target like that, you will always get something inadvertently. My Olin, I hope you can find the truth of this world in your memory journey.

And the truth between me and Jiu Yuan.