Death Knight

Compared with the magnificence of the day, the great Lourdes under the moon is another style. The lights of Wanjia and the stars of the sky shine on each other, as if two deep mirrors, showing the distant night only. The winding Star River, like a blue satin, flows quietly through the noise and luxury, and quietly embellishes the city with a few traces of distance.

But the Elf Girl wasn't attracted by the beauty. From time to time, she turned her eyes to another place—the arena in the center of the city. Under the hazy moonlight, this ancient building still gives a heavy sense of oppression, like a dragon about to wake up.

"Tonight's moonlight is really pleasant, and it can perfectly set off your beauty and elegance." Prince Ed said, slowly walking up to the palace's terrace, "If the bard saw it, I'm afraid I can't help counting Hundred poems. "

"The charm of the elf is not as fascinating as the legend." The girl just smiled at the compliment of the other party, and then carefully shifted the topic. "But my curiosity has always been very strong."

"Ah, my minister has sent a detailed report on the gladiator." The prince stood beside Oruga and replied proudly. "His name is Roland."

Oluha's whole body shuddered for a moment, and a dark fire mixed with complex emotions could not be restrained in his eyes. After several seconds, she finally restrained her emotions, and then slowly opened her mouth: "So ... where did he come from?"

"The empire's army captured him in a small seaside village. It was said that this stupid guy attacked the tax officer at the time." Ed didn't notice the subtle changes of the girl beside him. No information, no records, he seems to have emerged from the sea, no identity, no parents, no loved ones. "The prince shrugged," Perhaps Roland is a spy sent by Riddle or a rebel. One member of the army may not. But those are not important. In short, since he has entered the arena, he will never have a chance to come out again. "

"In addition, if you want to watch the wonderful sword art again, I can arrange everything tomorrow." Ed approached the elves diligently. "You can let him deal with griffins, human lions or more exciting World of Warcraft, how?"

"Thank you very much for your kindness." Oluha smiled reluctantly.

When the elves returned to the prom hall with the prince, the first thing to look into was Alberta with a serious look. As if remembering anything, the waves of Oluha's eyes gradually faded, replaced by the clear eyes of the past.

"His Highness Oluha," Alberta stepped forward, without seeming to notice the prince on the side, "everything is ready."

"Is it started?" The elf girl confirmed in a calm tone. "Then we should do something on our side."

"What started?" Ed was clearly confused by this strange conversation. "What are you talking about?"

But then, his inquiry turned into meaningless grunts. After a few seconds, the prince of the Sofia Empire had lay down on the floor of the palace ballroom, and fell asleep.

Not only that, all the creatures in the entire ballroom and the entire palace fell into a deep sleep-the nobles who were just dancing fell to the ground, the soldiers began to snore by their spears, and the canary in the cage stopped singing, Even the flowers adorning the palace lowered their heads.

The only thing still awake under the power of prayer is Oluha and Alberta.

"The whole castle is surrounded by a quiet area. Even if outsiders rush in, it will only fall into a deep sleep like them." Oluha looked at the quiet hall under the influence of his own power. "We have enough time to complete task."

"Are you going to kill him?" The elven swordsman looked at the ugly sleeping prince at his feet.

"No ... For Sofia, his presence is not only a threat, but it can also be exploited. We are going to kill enemies who are both cruel and deceitful." The other side sighed sighing, "Hurry up Drop Prince Caribeou and Prime Minister Shaglu, and then go out to join the main forces. "

Alberta nodded silently, took out the sharp sword at the waist, and jumped lightly over the sleeping people, waving two sharp wind blades towards the motionless target.

The roar of the blasting magic once again came from behind the wall, and the huge magic caused the whole building to shake slightly-it was a difficult street battle for those hiding in it. But no matter how close the threat of death is, they have no room for retreat-if they can rush out, they will be free, and if they cannot break through the siege, perhaps death is the best result.

This is the long-planned escape plan of the Sofia Free Army, the rebel army in the mouth of the royal family. This time, not only will they rescue their detained companions, but they will also clear out the big nobles who are mischievous. Now the battle will determine the survival of all participants.

On the night of the end of the fight, nearly 3,000 soldiers quietly sneaked into Greater Lourdes. Relying on the inside line of the city, they cleverly bypassed the defensive facilities where 30,000 regular troops were stationed and stormed directly into the gladiator prison on the side of the arena. When all the more than 2,000 prisoners escaped, the Sofia garrison finally found that the city had been attacked.

The Guards immediately assembled at the fastest speed. Although the city gate was damaged and could not be closed, the Supreme Commander was still attending the ball at the palace, and the messenger who went to report did not return, but the trained soldiers still properly blocked and depended on the power of the mage for several seconds. Traffic arteries.

Now Roland and his party are at the crossroads near the arena. As long as they break through two more streets, they can escape from Lourdes. But in front of them were a large number of heavily armed Sofia Guards and several high-ranking mages.

"These defenders are more powerful than I thought." Guerrero snorted and peered through the hidden ruins. Several sharp arrows greeted him immediately, forcing him to quickly retract his head.

"It's the Sofia officers, not the soldiers, that don't make the weather," Vevo replied in an onlooker's tone. "If those officers who lack common sense are not trapped in the palace, we may be better off now."

"Shut me up." The orc shouted lowly, then turned to the Free Army soldiers aside. "Jerry, why haven't the mage hunters come yet? If we don't break this line again, I'm afraid we will be completely surrounded. Hey, I I don't want to be a gladiator anymore. "

"Our number is too small." The commander replied, "Even if all the gladiators are counted, there are only 5,000 in total, not to mention that a considerable number of gladiators are ordinary death row prisoners, and do not listen to the Free Army command at all."

"But the stalemate will make the situation more unfavorable." Wewo said with a long sword. "Come hard."

"Wait ~!" A young voice came over, interrupting everyone's thoughts.

Roland stepped forward slowly: "I'll take care of those mages alone."

"Are you alone?" Several people shouted in unison. Even the orcs and Vevo couldn't hide their skeptical eyes-a well-trained regular army and a Cyclops are two completely different things. How can one man alone kill a well-guarded mage?

"Yes, I am alone." The youth replied lightly. "Although I am very grateful to you for liberating me, but I am not a member of the Free Army, so I am not obliged to obey the order of the Free Army. You just have to wait until the spell stops and charge, Of course, if I die, you can only think of it yourself. "

"You seem to deliberately put yourself in danger." Guerrero looked at each other in confusion. "Why?"

"I don't know." A faint flare of light appeared in Roland's pupils, and then he shrugged helplessly. "Perhaps I can realize my true self only when fighting." He said lightly. Running out from the other side of the bunker, the swift back was like a cheetah, deadly and silent.

"Is he likely to succeed this time?" Vevo stared intently at the shadow that had disappeared into the darkness, and then glanced at his old partner. "Or, he was a spy and was planning to report?"

"Who knows?" This time, the suspicious orc just whispered.

The Liberty soldiers stayed for ten minutes behind the bunker, and then the magical attack from the opposite side was interrupted, as if the candle was annihilated suddenly, and the entire battlefield suddenly fell into darkness.

The leading raider immediately seized this rare opportunity and quickly rushed to the opposite street. More than 3,000 Free Army soldiers immediately seized various command points and firing points at the crossroads. They were just the enemy's defensive positions, and they became the frontline positions of the breakout.

And when they occupied all the houses next to the crossroads, one of the interior scenes could not help but let these battle-hardened soldiers take a breath of air—blood was everywhere, and even the ceiling was covered with a shocking mass. Red. Two middle-ranked mages in red robes fell to the ground, one was cut in half by the waist, and the other wound cut from the shoulder to the waist. There were no traces of magic explosion near the corpse, indicating that the mage had died before they could resist, and Roland's sneak attack was obviously very successful.

However, this does not mean that the escape after the surprise attack was equally successful. The other half-covered door and the bodies of dozens of Sofia soldiers indicate that the assailants have been exposed and are now fleeing.

"Damn, that guy ..." The orc frowned rarely. "I'm afraid he can't join us now."

"But we can't stay here alone, Guerrero." Jerry on one side sighed. "We must retreat before the enemy has formed a circle."

Guerrero thought briefly, and finally nodded: "Yes, mission completion must be the highest priority. Let the soldiers move on until they break through the last blockade."

But then, a clear and pleasing voice interrupted the orc's words.

"The last street is also under our control. Jerry, please take everyone away from the battlefield immediately." Oluha said as she walked into the room, but the **** scene made her stop immediately, even her face suddenly Pale.

"Hey, haven't seen each other for almost half a year? Miss Elf is still so delicate, how can she go to the battlefield?" The orc snorted intentionally from his nose.

"Guerrero ~! And Vevo ~!" Oluha returned a bright smile. "Great, you are all here!"

"It's been a long time, two," Alberta said with a smile.

The human swordsman leaning against the wall just nodded slightly, but his eyes moved deeply. On the fast-changing battlefield, there may not be enough time for people to taste the joy of reunion, but that moment was enough for the most outstanding leaders of the Free Army to establish a long-lost tacit understanding.

"Let's rush out now!" Vevo broke the silence, then patted the elf girl's shoulder.

"I'm going to open the way." The Elf Swordman nodded, and followed outside.

But when the two stepped out of the door, Oluha quietly grabbed the orc: "Guerrero, I have something to confirm with you."

"What?" The other person was obviously a little strange, and the girl's next question opened his mouth in surprise.

"Do you know a gladiator named Roland?"

"Luo, Roland ~ !?" Guerrero stuttered again.

"It's the one who defeated the Cyclops in the duel today, do you remember? After that, you still have wheel battles together!" The elf's eyes were a little anxious, "I know it's unreasonable to ask, but you know him Which direction did you go after the prison riot? "

"He was killed by the two mages here ... but he disappeared after the raid on the crossroads, I am afraid that he is being pursued by a large number of defenders." The orc stared at the elf for a long time. "Oluha, are you? Know that guy? "

"No time to say that much," the girl replied resolutely. "I have to save him."

"But ..." Before the other party could refute, an invisible barrier had risen in the room, separating the elf and the stunned Guerrero. The orcs were helpless with the power of magic inside, and the only thing they could do was watch the girl leave the doorway on the other side.

"Let Alberta not worry, I'll meet you at a break." Oluha's silver bell fluttered far away, then she disappeared from Guerrero's sight.

There are very few pedestrians on the street tonight. In the late autumn, the night breeze of Lourdes roars along the wide river, and wherever it goes, it brings a deep cold. However, Roland's skin is cooler than the wind. His figure and the dark color of the street are integrated, and his breathing is even and natural, as if he was not breathing at all.

He was completely in combat, and his eyes were sharper than the blade.

One person, one street, a bright moon shining above the night sky. Tonight's rushing youth, tonight is a time when death and mania penetrate into each other.

When Guerrero and Vevo were found to be leaders of the Free Army, Roland knew that they were two different people from themselves. The opponent has a clear goal, knows for what purpose the sword in his hand is waving, and there are people behind them who must be protected. However, he has nothing, not even the remnants of his memory.

who am I? Where do I come from? what should I do? Roland didn't know, and couldn't find the answer. Even with all the knowledge necessary for survival, the world is still strange to him.

The only moment I can feel familiar with is the moment when I walk on the edge of life and death. When in the blood-red arena, jumping on the back of the Cyclops and fully inserting the broken sword, Roland can clearly sense that his soul is rumbling.

A long time ago, the forgotten self must have fought like this. Youth is convinced. Therefore, he must fight more in order to expect something to come to mind and prove the meaning of his existence.

After solving the two unlucky mages for the Free Army, Roland killed at least dozens of experienced knights on his escape. However, the feeling he expected did not appear. His heartbeat, consciousness, and everything else were smooth and abnormal, and there was no sign of waking up the memory at all.

Perhaps you must put yourself to death in order to reproduce everything at the time, but in the face of more and more enemies pursuing, Roland's heart flinched-after all, if it really died, that even to find opportunities for meaning Will be lost.

"Damn." The young man cursed lowly, and found that he was too far into the city, and knowing nothing about the road, it was difficult to break through the siege of the defenders at this moment.

"Catch that fugitive ~!" A sharp-eyed archer called out, and then shot several arrows. Behind him, a whole patrol unit entered the sight of the deserters. Faced with this number of enemies, Roland was not sure of retreating. What's more, the longer the battle drags on, the more reinforcements the garrison will call for, so he has to set aside his target, and then turn away.

"Surround him, he ran towards Aqua Square ~!" Twenty defenders quickly pulled out their swords and chased after them.

So the two sides launched a pursuit on the streets of Greater Lourdes. Roland wore leather armor snatched from the gladiator's arsenal. Although it was damaged in many places and its protective performance was greatly reduced, it was a competent armor when he ran away. Coupled with his speed, none of the Sofia knights could catch up with him, let alone those soldiers.

But Roland knew that such a situation would not last long. If a mage appears in the garrison, then even the most ordinary slowdown magic can bring a fatal blow-once the escape rate slows down, the chase will immediately knock itself over to the ground for another twenty long sword.

What should I do? There was a hint of sweat on Roland's forehead, and he hurriedly glanced at the alleys on both sides of the street while flying, but most of them looked dead.

If you continue like this ...

"Turn left, now ~!" A silver bell sounded suddenly in the ears of the young man. Roland had no time to think, and his body had turned into the alley in a reflexive manner.

"After two more forks, you will have a low wall on your right. While turning away from the opponent's line of sight for a few seconds after turning, the defender should not notice." The second order came over, and the youth jumped over youthfully. Fence. A large number of soldiers were still desperately chasing on the other side of the wall, and they did not know that they had passed the target. The sound of the collision of the armor was noisy, and then gradually went away.

Roland breathed a sigh of relief.

"Excuse me ... are you?" After hesitating, the fugitive opened his mouth and asked carefully into the air. As he expected, the woman who had guided him in the dark could hear the sentence clearly.

"Do you want to believe me?" The other asked, "Even if it is not a wave of chasing troops, the whole city is now completely blocked ... I want to help you," the clear voice went down, "but the next The action is very dangerous, and even I am not sure, I will lose my life if I carelessly. "

"At this time, names and identities do not bring trust and tacit understanding. Those who wait until we meet are not late." The girl sighed deeply. "I just want to simply confirm that you are willing to kill your life. Entrust it to me? "

After thinking for a few seconds, Roland nodded. "I see. I'll listen to your plan next."

"Really okay?" The girl asked eagerly.

"Of course," the young man laughed easily. "Under the current circumstances, I can't imagine any worse endings. I might as well take a gamble."

"Good ~!" The other side's voice contained strange firmness. At that moment, Roland could not help but inexplicable familiarity and thoughts floated in his heart.

Following the route planned by this mysterious guide, Roland must immediately proceed to the heart of the city and finally reach the cross-river bridge over the Star River. Although he didn't know why the guide wanted to get himself into the area where the garrison would be the easiest to surround, but now that he had promised to obey the command, the only thing he had to do now was to go all that way, no matter how many enemies he encountered on the way.

A Sofia knight yelled and slashed his epee, but then the fugitive turned to his side like a ghost. At the moment when the opponent's attack failed, Roland's sword has been inserted into the target's neck, so the captain of the patrol fell down while spraying blood. After killing dozens of followers, the youth did not immediately advance, but first adjusted their breathing and reconfirmed the location of the bridge.

Under the guidance of the girl, the bridge across the river was at hand. The four steel cable towers stood out with their black tips like bones, and silently pierced into the gloomy sky. They are entangled with each other, like intertwined fingers. From a distance, it looks like a shadow falling on the ground, looking back at the person observing it with bad intentions.

Just one more street to reach your destination, but before that, there is an unavoidable battle waiting for the fugitive-a high-level mage is stationed at the bridgehead, and there are four knights next to him, from Seeing the armor covered with traces, they are all powerful warriors who have experienced hundreds of battles.

Roland didn't hesitate--if he didn't move forward, the followers would soon arrive, and he had no choice at all--he lowered his attitude and rushed forward.

"That idiot who doesn't know how to live and die." The high-level mage narrowed his eyes, and he opened a clenched hand, and the blue arc swam between his knuckles. The knights have drawn their swords, but they have not rushed forward. In front of powerful magic, enemies who cannot approach me will only become targets. All they need to do is to protect the mage behind them. There is no need to shoot. .

However, at the moment when the serial lightning screamed and pierced the air, Roland's sword also came to the mage's eyes-unexpectedly, he threw the weapon in his hand directly. The light of lightning made the knights unable to catch the sword's flight trajectory, and the overconfident caster did not cast a physical defense enchantment, so the long sword accurately penetrated the higher order after drawing an arc in the air. Mage's chest.

"That **** ..." The knight, headed, turned his head, staring blankly at the mage's **** chest, his irresistible anger floating on his cheek.

"Kill him ~! Kill him ~!" The Sophia Knights howled and rushed to Roland, who had escaped the lightning.

The young man only saw a flash of white light in front of him, and he immediately leaped back, letting the first sword of the spike succumb, but the second sword followed. The four long knights of four high-level knights were flying in the air, as if they were the four long legs of a poison spider, staring at the key of the prey, ready to stab it at any time.

However, Roland flashed all these swords.

Youths who have lost their weapons have no chance to fight back, and the only option is to retreat. However, during the fight, no matter how hard the knights tried, they could not surround him. On the contrary, in the face of this erratic enemy, the positions of the four knights were chaotic, and they often crowded together.

At this time, Roland finally got a complete offensive opportunity-a knight is rushing towards himself, and three others are blocked behind him, which means that there are several seconds to resolve the enemy that is in front of him. . When the sword was cut, Qing Qingying passed it, and then held the opponent's sword-holding hand at once, then violently, snapped and broke the knight's forearm with a snap.

Before the shouting shout from the injured man, Roland wiped his throat with the sharpened blade, and then swooped into the chest of the second knight. The high-level mage's personal guard was suddenly less than half, and the remaining two knights showed a look of fear, and subconsciously put on a defensive posture and began to slowly retreat.

Just when the two sides were deadlocked, the sound of metal impact came again from far away, and the end of the street was faintly illuminated by countless torches. A large number of defenders who had turned abruptly in the streets and alleys were just coming, and Roland's eyes couldn't help but a haze appeared.

"Leave them alone! Hurry up to the bridge." The guide's voice sounded again, and Roland stunned his sword and ran away.

Seeing the prey ran towards the center of the encirclement, the surviving knights couldn't help showing their joy. They immediately turned their heads and ordered the soldiers who came after them to block the bridge. In just a blink of an eye, the heavy infantry holding tower shields had been lined up in five rows, completely blocking the entire street. The shooters behind them simultaneously occupied the commanding heights of the buildings on both sides, and opened arrows and aimed at the center of the bridge. Several high-ranking mages chanted long spells, summoning zigzag crocodiles one after another over five meters in the Star River.

Roland stood alone in the middle of the iron bridge across the river in Lourdes, motionless.

He has nowhere to run. When the road behind was blocked, a large number of garrisons burst out across the shore, blocking him in the same way. Coupled with the crocodiles in the water and the archers on the roof, even if Roland can fly or swim, he cannot escape. The entire bridge has been imprisoned in a perfect three-dimensional cage built by the defenders, without any gap at all.

"It's really a big battle," Roland murmured, grinning bitterly, "What now?" But this time, the mysterious and pleasant voice didn't answer.

Did she have an accident? A moment of restlessness passed by the young man's heart, but then the rough voice amplified by magic interrupted his thoughts.

"Listen to the prisoner standing on the bridge, you are completely surrounded by now!" A high-level knight waving a sharp sword, roaring loudly, "immediately surrender, otherwise it will be death. I will give you ten Think about time in seconds! "

"Ten ~!"

"The Lord of the Elements is summoned here by the Void, the majestic tide hunter, with your strength, protect the important people in my heart, clear all the obstacles in front of me ~!" The elf girl opened her beautiful eyes, Let your body dance with the turbulent undercurrent.

"Three!" The mage muttered the attack spell.

"Two ~!" The archers stretched their tight bowstrings.

"One ~!" Roland raised the sword in his hand, and lit the cold flame in his eyes.

The next moment, the peaceful Star River boiled in an instant.

Several jagged crocodiles in Youge were thrown into the air by a huge impulse; violent vortices shake the riverbank made of granite; and under the layers of waves, the mountain-like water elements from the center of the Star River Stood up.

The Great Lourdes Chain Bridge has a drop of at least 35 meters from the water surface, but the giant, whose waist is submerged in the water, is a full head higher than the bridge surface. When he approached Roland, the other party could even clearly see the muscles and veins composed of a stream of water, as well as the fists and skin condensed with layers of ice. And on the right hand of this giant, the young man suddenly saw a beautiful figure.

"Jump ~!" The elf girl with beautiful eyes shouted to Roland.

Roland returned to God-the elf in front must be the one who directed him here-he jumped out of the fence without hesitation and then jumped to the water, and the blue giant immediately caught this brave escape. By. And when Roland regained his balance, he couldn't help holding his breath-at this moment, the girl who controlled the incomparable power and looked like a phantom stood in front of him.

"You just ... is this magic?" Roland looked around blankly. Sophia's garrison has fallen into a hysterical state, and archers are shooting arrows madly, but whether it is iron arrows or broken magic arrows, they are all shot down by the giants of the water giant. And the fireballs and lightning of the mages couldn't break through the defense net woven by the flowing water at all. No matter how they attack, everything is futile.

"Yes, this is Li magic, and I'm a Li magician." Oluha said, a smile of relief appeared involuntarily on his face, "You must have a lot of questions to ask, don't you worry, wait for disengagement After the pursuit, I also want to talk to you, okay? "

"Of course ..." When the elf stared at him intently, Roland couldn't help having a fever on his face, and quickly lowered his head.

"However, it is not okay to leave as soon as possible, so let me give them some gifts. As a reward for these nobles who usually bully the people." Rising, then rushed over the army on both sides of the strait.

The heavy infantry array disappeared at the moment of the impact, and the archers who occupied the commanding height were also swallowed by the turbulent current with the houses under their feet. The masters of Zhang Huan hurriedly used flying to try to get out of the position, but at this time, rapids spouted from the water, binding them like ropes, and dragged the screaming prey into the bottomless abyss again.

And when the Sofia defenders suffered the devastation, the huge water element has carefully picked up the two in the blisters, silently dived into the ancient Star River, and soon melted into a clear blue.