Death Knight

The flying ice shades the sky and the earth. Whether it is the vast mountains or the endless sky, they are all shrouded in the roaring snow at the moment. The only thing that fills the sight is white that freezes all life.

Roland stood alone at the top of the Kazak Peak, which was inserted into the sky, and looked at the desolate north country at his feet. He brushed his cheek with the sharp north wind like any blade. Snow flakes fell on the young man, covering his blond hair, and then shattered into a few star dust and flowed down his forehead. The melting ice flowed over the stiff lips, and if there was any astringent taste on the tongue, there was a whimpering wind in the ears.

In the frozen silence, a strange but familiar and clear voice sounded behind the youth.

"What are you confused about?"

Roland turned around subconsciously. The first thing that hit his pupil was a huge sword, firmly inserted into the base constructed by the ice, like a sleeping beast, quiet under the curtain of illusory snow. Waiting silently for the call from the master. Then, across the blue-rayed sword's edge, the young man saw the person standing opposite him.

It's almost like a reflection in the water, but Frost has drawn an insurmountable gap between the two. Roland's hair is brilliant golden, but the hair of the dark eagle is like flying ashes; Roland's eyes are beautiful aqua, but the eyes of the dark eagle are burning with a burning flame; snowflakes will quickly touch Roland's skin Melting, the Dark Eagle's body is colder than Blizzard itself.

"Just bring down the enemy that is blocking you, is there anything else to consider?" Said the death knight, walking slowly over. Roland suddenly found that his body broke free from the control of the will, as if it were a real mirror image, and began to perform exactly the same action as the other party.

"I didn't want to be close to the death knight just for fighting ~!"

"You refuse to fight? But what else do you have besides the instinct to fight?" The other side asked coldly. "A person who hasn't even had a past can't burn his soul, because it was you who abandoned it yourself. Everything that can be ignited will then become what it is now. "

"Maybe I haven't found a reason for the fight yet," the questioner replied humblely, "but at least I have someone to guard."

"Really? But why, then, put Oluha on such a dangerous battlefield?" The words of the Dark Eagle were like a sharp knife, straight into Roland's heart.

The youth's body trembled for a moment. He wanted to regain control of the body, but his legs still moved mechanically until the death knight, who was a mirror image, stopped. The two were now standing face to face in the middle of the platform, with only the two-handed big sword flowing out of the cold.

"You are nothing but a selfish person who fears loneliness." A dark smile flickered across the mouth of the dark eagle, as if a fleeting meteor between two lead-colored clouds in the cloudy sky. There is no difference between the target warrior and the walking dead, and the 'guardian' uttered from such a mouth is just a joke. "

Roland looked pale and wanted to refute, but suddenly found that only a meaningless broken voice could be heard in his throat. Then, both hands held Frost's icy cold-sword handle at the same time.

"You don't have to hide anything in front of me, because I'm you, you're me." Said the death knight, violently pulling out the huge weapon in his sleep. With the crackling sound of the ice breaking, the symmetrical connection between the dark eagle and Roland was finally broken ~!

The sword was held in the hands of the undead, while the blade was placed on the human neck. The flames in the death knight's eyes were burning, but the youthful pupils revealed fear, anxiety, and helplessness.

"You have erased everything in your soul, but I still exist." The dark eagle said quietly, the sound passed through the whine of the snow and drifted into Roland's ear, "I still exist in Cato The memory of Rei and Oluha exists in the singing of Ishtoli, in the blade of this sword, and anywhere in the world except you. "

"Perhaps you changed, but don't forget that the world in which you are captive has not changed." The words of the other party went away gradually, and the endless night sky swallowed up the mountains and blizzard in an instant, enveloping everything into the invisible darkness .

Dream ... is it a dream?

Roland sat up sharply, panting loudly. He grabbed Frost's sword hid subconsciously, but when he turned back, his eyes couldn't control uncontrollably on the sleeping face of Oluha.

It was already late at night, and the moonlight stroked the girl's slightly fluttering eyelashes to outline the delicate contours of the elf's face. Although hazy, it still had some irresistible temptations. Because prayer detection is often used during the day and coupled with the need to reduce rest in order to catch up with the swift marches of the death knights, the tired Oluha is now sleeping heavily, and the slender and even breathing sound is transmitted to the ears of the youth, listening It sounds like a beautiful song.

But so, why put Oluha on such a dangerous battlefield? The sharp eagle-like questioning of the dark eagle emerged from his mind, causing Roland's heart to linger.

Oluha caused great dissatisfaction and backlash when he decided to leave the Sofia Free Army with the people he valued most, but the thoughtful elf rejected all opinions and insisted to follow Roland on the journey to find the death knight. With it came countless hardships and dangers. Perhaps the undead were not hostile, but the path they followed was lurking with terrible enemies. This was almost fatal to a squad consisting of Oluha, Roland, and Alberta. After several dangerous encounters, the elves had to use prayer to detect the enemy.

After several weeks of marching, the trackers finally got the chance to catch the target-the death knight's camp is 20 kilometers away, and now the only thing to consider is the reason and wording of persuasion. But at this time, Roland, who came to her senses, fell into confusion and vacillation that was difficult to resolve.

Can I protect her? Or should we just give up? The young man asked himself, but could not get the answer. It's too deep now, even if you want to get out, it's not easy, but if the danger really comes, can it be safely resolved by your own strength?

Roland was not sure.

"What should I do?" He sighed softly, then leaned gently over the long hair spread out by the girl, so light he couldn't even notice it.

Today, Alberta is in charge of the vigil. He clenched the hilt of the sword tightly and felt the faint fluctuations transmitted from the magic alarm network, but then appeared before him was Roland's erratic eyes.

"Why, are you having nightmares?" The elf frowned—if his companion couldn't take a good rest today, he might fall asleep when his vigil comes tomorrow. The cautious magic swordsman doesn't want to see that Situation.

"Perhaps, but it can also be a warning or a mockery." The other shrugged and sat next to Alberta. "In short, lying down will only make the situation worse."

The elf nodded in understanding, then stopped speaking. The two kept silent in this way. After a while, Roland reopened again and raised a headless question.

"How long have you been Oluha's guard?"

Alberta raised his eyes in confusion, staring at the other side for a while, as if trying to determine who was standing in front of his eyes. It took him a long time to finally return to his normal state, and he said lightly, "Since Oluha was born, I have been designated as her personal guard."

"Night guard?" Roland blinked, repeating in a surprised tone. "If it's a close guard ... wouldn't a woman be more suitable?"

"From a security point of view, I am the only candidate. Although there is no way to compete with the high-level death knight, the magic swordsman can still be considered the most powerful warrior of Brainus." The elf's words implied Some kind of helplessness and heavyness that the young man couldn't understand. When he noticed the confusion of human beings, Alberta laughed with a ridicule, and then began to explain, "Oluha's power as a magician is very important to the elven kingdom. In her eyes, she may be like a treasure of the country, but Oluha's personal will as a girl has been completely ignored ... "

"So you just need to be safe? I understand." Roland nodded and answered briefly.

But the elf saw a flame in the pupil of the opponent, which made him unable to restrain the young man in front of him and another Roland Streff he had encountered-long ago, it was this flame that would The shackles all over Oluha burned out, so the captive birds were able to fly out of the cage.

An obstacle that is as difficult as a mountain to cross for him is nothing in front of Roland. He did what he could never do—tell Oluha the meaning of freedom, and taught her how to rely on herself to get it all.

"But, since you know this, why don't you argue?" The youth's voice came a long way, but there was no meaning of blame-for Roland, he was the one who brought Oluha to the battlefield. It should be reflected.

The elf who returned to God just shook his head, then refused with silence. But unexpectedly, the other party raised the frost ~!

"There is a situation," the fighter tensed, whispered, a gleam of cold light passing through his pupils.

"But ... the magic warning didn't move."

"The enemy is nearby!" Roland added. The elf stopped talking and argued. As a magic swordsman, he believed in his spells a lot, but the experience of escaping from the edge of life and death many times told him that the soldier's intuition should not be ignored.

"I'm going to wake Oluha." Alberta calmly replied, holding his sword in front of his chest, and then slowly backed to the camp in the woods. The young man nodded, still clenching the sword, and posing defensively.

When Roland chatted with Alberta, there were indeed three watchers hidden in the shadow of the forest-a scout team sent by the Ice Crown Knights hid in the high tree crown-the undead originally The scope of martial law is not large, but during the confrontation with the Bailong clan, in order to be able to detect the rapid assaults launched by the enemy in time, the Dark Eagle expanded the martial law area of ​​the Knights to a huge radius of 25 kilometers. This rule has not been abolished so far, so the scouts of the reconnaissance easily found the three of them.

But in the face of the former head of the lost memory, the curiosity and surprise contained in the eyes of the three death knights. What really touched Roland's intuition was not the sight of the dead, but the puppet hidden in another tree. Figure.

Do you feel so upset just aiming with a dart? As a warrior, it can be regarded as the top level ... Zephylis evaluates his prey in his heart through the interleaved leaves. However, what made Nightingale surprised was that the opponent's attitude towards the sword was flawed.

Trap? Or is it useless beyond intuition? The girl speculated that her eyes did not let go of every move of the prey.

Just then, a familiar voice passed into her ears by the power of magic earrings: "Zeffy, how is it?"

"Three adventurers were found thirty kilometers away from our military position," the Nightingale replied softly, turning the dart in his hand absently. "One of them seems to be more difficult, but if necessary, you can kill them all ... ... what should I do, teacher? "

After a few seconds of silence, the other party asked, "How far are you from the position of the goddess angels?"

"It's about twenty kilometers. Rest assured, I won't mess around." Zefilius's beautiful face with a hint of warmth, "and the" Mage "gave me a lot of escape props ..." said Here, the girl suddenly stopped, and her pupils followed the ripples of surprise.

"what?"

"What's wrong, Zeff?" The response came from the earrings immediately.

"There are dark whistle, three death knights." The girl longing for home disappeared, replaced by a nightingale with a sharp blade, "plan changes, I will deal with them first and then deal with adventurers."

"... well, be careful."

Although the other party couldn't see it, Zephylis nodded seriously. Then she moved, quickly and silently shuttled between the vertical and horizontal branches, like the shadow cast by the moonlight.

Each of the three death knights chose a tree more than ten meters high to hide in a zigzag pattern. In this way, they can quickly support each other in any unexpected situation. On the other hand, although the breath of death flowing from the surface of the undead seems out of place in the lush forest, there is no need to worry about it at this time-the Lich has applied a restraining spell on them, and the original cold body can be easily integrated In the background, there is no need to worry about being discovered.

At this moment, however, Roland's behavior shaken the three observers of the Scouting Unit.

"Did he find us?" The one on the left couldn't hold his breath, and was communicating with his colleagues through the magic communication network at this moment.

"Although our former head is still very sensitive, it doesn't seem to be directed at us ... after all, even the direction of holding the sword is reversed." The other responded with a smile, but then the discussion was seriously taken by the captain. Interrupted his tone.

"If it wasn't for us, who would it be for? ... Does Roland Streve's move mean that there are others here?" One after another questioned the other two death knights who were relaxed in an instant. Get nervous. The next moment, as if in response to the captain's question, a small dart marked a silver-gray light trace in the haze of the leaves and shot directly at the eyebrow of the leader.

The death knight was taken aback by having his sword blocked by his hands before he could think about it. The sparks from the metal collision ripped away the darkness of the night, and by a flash of light, the undead finally saw the enemy above his head-Zephylis was jumping from a higher branch, The sword slashed to the head of the prey like lightning.

After the bang of the two swords, the deceased reluctantly caught the top-down cut, but the tree branch at his feet broke because of the overwhelming, and the undead fell down in a panic. After falling for several seconds, the attacker finally recovered his balance and stood on the vertical tree trunk again. At the same time, the nightingale had long jumped onto another branch with the help of recoil, and at this moment was overlooking the three enemies who finally entered the fighting state.

"That guy ..." The death knight closest to Zephylis snorted, and jumped without hesitation. Although the opponent has extremely high sword skills, ordinary humans are difficult to compare with the death knight who can control gravity on a tree branch ten meters above the ground. The undead intends to end the fight in one fell swoop.

The cold moonlight sifting through the air battlefield embellished the shadow of the class barge. The two sides walked one after another in the crisscrossing leaf nets of the dark forest, which looked like the syllables of a piano score. But then, one of them fell from the staff without warning-the death knight closest to the human girl.

The powerful power given by Ishtoli will never betray the master at the most critical time. It is not the fault of the undead that causes the nocturne in the forest to be interrupted, but the lightning-fast sword of King King in the hands of Zephylis-shuttled at high speed In the gap, she was able to predict the course of the chaser behind her, and accurately cut the branch the opponent was about to step on with a sword.

The unbalanced ascension revealed a flaw in an instant, perhaps the size of a pinhole, but it was enough for death to pass through. The nightingale suddenly turned around in mid-air, and then threw a backhand. The long silver line cut the air in an instant, and then shot into the brows of the undead. The death knight, who was pierced through his head, immediately froze, and then planted mid-air straight, and smashed countless branches to the ground.

"Asshole ~!" Witnessing the death of his companion, the pupils of the passing away suddenly ignited a blazing flame. Driven by anger, the speed of the other two chasers suddenly improved a lot, but their swords were still five steps away from the girl's vest, no matter how hard they could not change.

"There are two more." The Nightingale said to himself in a faint tone, passing a little between dense leaves.

The real soldiers will focus all their attention on the battle itself, and everything around them, including death, will not make them shake in the slightest. Only when there is chronic fatal injury lying on the ground, will the pain and fear be entangled with the will to annihilate, but before that, the soldiers saw only themselves and the enemy's sword.

However, the main problem now is that although the three adventurers in the forest clearing have entered the combat state, the enemies have not appeared, and with them are not the battles that need to gather their minds, but the shadows of cups and snakes that surround them from all directions.

What is going on ~! ?

Roland still clenched Frost, his tight body made him ready to attack at any time, but the youth's expression was a little overwhelmed. He didn't know the identity of the two sides of the battle. He could only hear the constant clash of swords and swords. Occasionally, bright sparks splashed in the curtains of the night-something was moving and flashing at a high speed in the height of the trees.

"What shall we do now?" Alberta interrupted his companion's observation and asked with some concern.

"Continue to wait," the young man replied coldly. "Breaking a break when you are unsure of the situation is equivalent to leaving your back to the enemy, so you have no chance to survive."

"What if the winner is the enemy?" The elf retorted. "No, it's possible that neither of the warring parties cares about our lives."

"If the victor is the enemy and intends to target us ..." Roland's voice came with a rare sternness, "At least he must step over my body first!"

The two sword-holders separated the two ends of the clearing, while Oluha stood in the center, waiting quietly with a long bow. The girl's expression was calm, but the young blonde didn't ignore the hidden anxiety in the pupil of the other person, and the haze faintly hurt Roland's heart.

Why put Oluha on such a dangerous battlefield?

The sharp interrogation broke free of the dream, and it could not pass into Roland's ears. The sound was as loud as the thunder of a thunderstorm.

The next moment, the crackling of broken leaves broke the atmosphere that was almost collapsed. The last death knight was forced out of the jungle by unknown enemies, while another light and slender figure followed the dark stage and jumped to intercept the falling prey.

The fierce battle between the living and the dead in the air at the moment of fierce confrontation, the light of the friction of the blade of the weapon illuminated everyone's eyes. Then, the two-handed sword of the death knight was blown away, inserted into the ground in front of Roland's eyes, and the trembling hilt was still attached to the hands of the undead.

The heavy body of the loser was like a broken kite, which smashed into the ground after crossing an arc in midair. The blood spewing from his two broken arms fell on the leaves of the surrounding trees, and a crackling rain sounded. The next moment, before the undead, who had lost his hands, got up, the nightingale had stepped on his chest accurately, the sword in his hand trembled, and passed through the prey's brows without stagnation. As the brain tissue was brutally destroyed, the death knight finally became an immobile corpse.

Zephylis pulled out the sword slowly and gracefully, letting blood dripping silently along the bright ridge of the sword.

Her beautiful eyes swept over the two elves, and finally caught the sight of the young man holding a giant sword across from her, and time seemed to freeze at that moment.

Then, the nightingale's clear voice broke this deadly silence: "Don't make meaningless resistance, otherwise it will only bring greater pain."

"What are you talking about ?! He actually ..." Faloxidai's voice rose octave in an instant, but then she paused immediately, and then stared straight at the Lich in front of her.

"This is a report sent by scouts half an hour ago. Our former head and Miss Oluha are now camping twenty kilometers away." Richard's eyes revealed a sly light , "Unless the Magic Communication Network fails, or if the members of the Ice Crown Knights are joking while performing their missions, which one do you think is more likely?"

"Roland ..." The blonde girl whispered and shook her head. "Why run to the battlefield?"

"People like him will never be reconciled to staying in the greenhouse all their lives, no matter if they retain their memories, not to mention the plans have been overheard." The undead shrugged, absently playing with the magic sand table on the table, In your opinion, might Roland Streve accept this arrangement-'Guide him away from danger and live the next life like an ordinary person.' "

Regarding the opponent's sharp questioning, Faloxidai was speechless, but still tried to refute: "But if it is Oluha, it should be ..."

"The elf prayer has also been imprisoned, and it is Roland who helped her get freedom. Now, you want her to turn his benefactor in the greenhouse, isn't it too ironic?" The Lich finally smiled. Arise, "Although there are emotional resonances, you and her ideas in this regard must be very different. Poor Faloxidite, it was difficult to make up her mind, but she completely entrusted the wrong person."

Falochide's blue pupils showed anger at once, but then, the color mixed with sadness and affection washed away everything in the girl's eyes. She subconsciously avoided the sight of the dead soul, and said to herself with an inaudible voice: "Now ... what should I do?"

"Go and see him," Richard replied earnestly. "Perhaps he came to see you."

Go see Roland?

Do I have that qualification?

Is this allowed?

What should I say when standing face to face?

Faro asked himself, but couldn't get the answer. The only thing a confused girl can do is to lower her head and let her long hair cover her expression.

Richard waited quietly across from her, waiting for the choice to come. As the earliest mortal who came into contact with Ishtoli, the Lich has seen the birth of countless death knights. Although the girl in front of her does not desire power, the flames in her eyes are no different from the death knights, just as Roland was vengeful. Just as the guardian wandered confusedly, Falochide had to make his own choice.

Should you continue to escape or show your thoughts?

After a long while, the girl finally raised her head and her lips opened slightly. But the next moment, the subtle atmosphere between the living and the dead was suddenly interrupted, the door of the tent was opened by a rough guy, and the cold moonlight instantly swallowed the faint halo of the lighting spell.

"What's wrong? Hesitant?" Arthas frowned. "If you don't see him, I'm going to start."

"What does it matter to you ~ !?" The two froze, then yelled angrily at the same time.

"Don't get me wrong, I don't have much interest in Roland now." The death knight continued without thinking, and continued to think for himself. "Just now the Lich and the three scouts have lost contact, and they are estimated to have been enemies. Killed. "

"What?" Falochide's pupils contracted in an instant.

"There seems to be only one enemy, probably the same scout. I killed three of my subordinates in the blink of an eye, and I'm afraid it's a very tricky guy." Arthas' blood-red pupils inadvertently flickered a line of flame, "Whether it is I can't let him go for the Cavaliers or personally ... Aren't you going to see it? "

Roland, who has lost her memory, has no enemies. The opponent must have been directed at Ishtoli. It is impossible to point the sword at ordinary adventurers. Falochide tried to convince herself for this reason, but the next second, before the words of the undead had died, the girl had rushed out.