Death Knight

Even after Hundred Years of Shiraishi Hall's disuse, this term can still represent the world's top casting technology, the best grinding process and the most complete mining theory. Thousands of dwarves were gathered in the huge underground city before Yanlong struck, some of them were the Shiraishi people who inherited the family spirit, but more were artisans who came from all over the world.

What a picture it will be ~! The dwarves climbed from one layer to another to show off their latest works. Even the smallest flaw would make these craftsmen rush back to the iron and cobalt, and worked hard day and night until the flaw completely disappeared. They worked tirelessly at Mithril's hammer, never feeling tired or bored. Whether it is the most ordinary iron block or the legendary magic metal Olihacan, in the hands of these skilled craftsmen, it will become the sharpest weapon and the most beautiful artwork.

What's more, it is said that "Hello" and "Goodbye" in the common phrase of Shiraishi Hall are basically the same word, because there is nothing to allow them to waste their time outside carving gems and casting weapons.

"Here is it?" After turning a corner, the girl stopped suddenly. The darkness in front of her was still invisible, but the empty echoes and howling winds told the two adventurers that there must be an unimaginably vast space hidden in them.

"Let the light be stronger, I don't think there are any strange creatures here." With this sentence, Roland's dagger became brighter. In order to prevent the light from hurting the eyesight of the holder, Shi Fan deliberately let the light flow down slowly, like a stream of cold water.

Under the impetus of pure white light, darkness began to fade. They are not washed away at once, but flow slowly and softly to the feet like liquid, while the light floats on the dark like oil floating on the water, and the junction of light and dark is wavy. Yes, you can see clearly.

The precipitated emptiness finally drained from the feet, and the whole picture of the largest piece of space in the White Stone Hall was clearly displayed at the end of the goddess and her guardian-hundreds of thousands of stone pillars with a diameter of dozens of meters neatly arranged, Like a dumb stone giant, standing silently in a rock-cast cave, propping up a vast sky inside the mountains.

"The Hall of Thousand Columns, I did not expect that I could actually see the sacred foundry of the White Rock Dwarf, the location of the furnace of melting fire." Roland's voice was filled with unstoppable admiration. Wang Jian 'Yunyao' was born here. "

While the excited young man was about to come to the last introductory introduction, the **** one side suddenly grabbed his arm and approached him subconsciously.

"What, what?" The scent of Shi Fan made Roland's face red and red for a moment.

"Don't you see it for yourself?" The brunette girl frowned.

The blonde swordsman turned back and re-examined the birthplace of the legendary King King weapon. This time, what surged in his eyes was no longer the excitement of witnessing history, but deathly coldness and silence-in this huge cave two kilometers high, the ground was almost covered with dwarf bones. The hollow eyes stared indifferently at the cold rock on the dome, and the death breath emanating from it made the towering pillars look like a tombstone.

"... all made by Melody Dick? No, it doesn't seem to be the same. This is not the damage caused by the fire element, but the scar of the weapon, the result of the chopping of some huge weapon." The young man looked closely at the silence. In the battlefield, he finally focused his attention on the broken bones. "In historical records, Yanlong did not invade the White Rock Hall itself. Who were the massacres here?"

"I don't know." The young girl was next to the young man. "But it probably is a relationship with too much resentment. The atmosphere of the underworld here is very strong and makes people feel uncomfortable."

"We won't stay here for a long time, as long as we can get a map of the White Rock Hall." Roland looked around. "According to the dwarven practice, it should be stored in a library or something. Come on, I remember watching it before. The signpost said it was over there. "The young man said so as he walked carefully with his companions around the bones of the ground.

Compared to the Qianzhu Hall, which has become a dead place, there are no alarming signs in the library except for the heavy dust. The scale here is larger than expected, so the workload of adventurers has increased accordingly. Worse still, after searching for nearly two hours, Roland is frustrated to find that the books are arranged in an unordered order.

"How the dwarves did it, they didn't even sort ..." The youth sighed weakly. When he was grappling with the pile of books, Shi Fan was unconcerned. He was picking around casually at this moment, and he did not make finding maps a priority.

Do n’t you want to leave this place full of skeletons early? Why are you looking here again now? Roland looked at the other side's silhouette with a bit of wonder, feeling that women's psychology was really difficult to figure out.

"High Volume Forged Armor Volume III", "History of the Quirot Family," "Gem Appreciation" ... "When the girl's slender fingers touched the book cover, the dust on the surface disappeared immediately, It seemed all the reference books. "She frowned.

"That's right, the dwarves like to communicate with the hammer, not the books." The young man shrugged, suddenly remembering the situation when he woke up underground, "Speaking of which, the book you held in the dark place was what?"

"That one?" Shi Fan's expression was a little surprised, "That one is ... my own book."

"Your own book?" The other side was puzzled.

"Well, it's a book that accompanied me to the Moon Capital, amulet called 'Shifan Zhihua'." The girl nodded, carefully taking out the small and delicate book from her arms, and gently Stroking, "When I was a baby, it should be that it was protecting me from being harmed by the outside world."

A terminal amulet? Something of the same nature as "Long Distant Light". Roland thought so, and then asked, "What about Ferredo?"

"That's a very deep technique. I didn't know how to summon it until I met Richer. Before that ..." There was a sorrow in Shifan's emerald eyes, "I've always been alone. I don't know how to pray It ’s just that I just found that the thoughts in my heart will directly affect the things in front of me, so I naturally did that, and now I think it ’s very brutal. ”

Maybe it can never be forgiven. The girl clenched her fists.

I really don't know her at all. Roland looked at each other intently, and sighed secretly in his heart. But ... what are the reasons to understand? The enemy that needs to be faced is the flame master who controls the power of the elements, but even Yunyao knows nothing about it. In the battle between the crimson king and the praying man, there is nothing to help?

If you stubbornly want to shoulder something, you will probably become a psychological yoke in the end, rather than the goal you really want.

Even so, I still want to know more. I always feel that this will change, both for her and for herself.

"Speaking of it, what is written in" Shifan Zhihua "?" Roland asked as flatly as possible. "It seems to be a book that can never be finished."

"... You don't need to know." After a while, Shi Fan answered in a tone without any discussion, then turned around.

This guy is not cute at all ~!

Faced with this girl who perfectly interpreted the "indecipherable" and "flexible", Roland couldn't help but reach such a conclusion.

"Here." The dark-haired girl suddenly handed a book to the youth. "I found it, Map of White Rock Hall."

Then just find the exit according to the map. However, destiny does not seem to like to see the goddess relaxed from the darkness at the end, a kind of unspeakable hostility that suddenly pours his head and heads towards the relaxed two like cold sea water. Roland stood up abruptly, and the piles of books scattered around.

"Even you feel it?" Shi Fan's voice was uncontrollably disturbed.

"It's so strong that you don't need the help of prayer." Roland returned the atlas to the girl. "Take this away and use it when you're done."

"Can't you escape the fight even in the dark area ..." The dark-haired girl murmured and lowered her head.

"But this time you don't need to face it alone." The dark eagle who lost his memory replied with a relaxed smile. "Although my strength may be nothing, it should help." He said Withdrawing his large sword, he walked cautiously at the forward position.

"Actually this has nothing to do with you." Shi Fan fixed his eyes on the broad back of the youth.

"Who said it's okay?" The other party didn't look back, "Aren't you right next to me?"

The two returned cautiously along the passage where they came, and after a few turns, they quickly approached the place where the breath was generated-the Thousand Columns Hall with bones all over the ground. When the light of prayer shone back into the empty cave, Roland walking in front of him suddenly found that the darkness in front of him was still motionless. The curtain of nothingness at this moment was like a tangible entity, like a solid wall standing in front of passersby.

Then, a tall figure emerged from the solidified darkness. His long silver hair danced wildly in the whining wind, and the darkness spread under his feet, and behind him, a handle was as huge as the frost. Weapon looks particularly dazzling.

Dark Eagle ~! ? Roland almost shouted for a moment. It wasn't until the shadow entered the area where the light shone that the heart-beating young man finally found that the other party was only similar in outline to his former self.

"Who are you ... no, what are you?" The blonde swordsman asked, not bewildered by the human appearance of the other person.

"Shouldn't you first report your name before asking the other party?" The silver-haired swordsman replied slowly, looking over Roland's shoulder. "It would be too much to call you" End of Ishtoli ". It's rude, isn't it? "

"I'm Shifan, and he's Roland Streve." The girl answered coldly, but subconsciously said the names of her companions.

"My name is Alastor," the other person bowed exaggeratedly. "As you can see, it is the devil from the twisted void."

Devil ~! Damn, it's this kind of thing, the enemy that swordsmanship can't cope with ... What should I do? Roland's footwork is still steady, but his heart shakes uncontrollably. The young man gritted his teeth so hard that he didn't even notice a drop of blood running down the corner of his mouth.

"Why do the inhabitants of the subworld come to this world? This is not your domain." The goddess asked at the end, not letting go of each other's every move.

"The world is not static. Every minute there will be an old meeting point and a new meeting point will be born." Alastor smiled slightly, and did not seem to mind the other person's tone. "Hundreds of years ago, Cheng Thousands of dwarves became victims of the flames of the Crimson King, and their unrelenting resentment brought this area closer to the underworld, which led to some of the more inferior demons. "

"These inferior demons killed more dwarves and aroused stronger resentment, which made the meeting point of this world and the nether world bigger and bigger, which in turn led to more and stronger demons entering this world, and finally ... … The whole city is finally destroyed in this vicious circle. "

"It's sad, isn't it?" The ruler of the twisted void said one step closer, and Roland quickly pulled Shifan back three steps. "But you don't have to worry. As a demon king, I have my own will and intelligence, and I will never be beat Killing instinct is confusing. "

"Nonsense for so long, what are you going to do?" The young man asked loudly, and Frost's sharp edge was pointing directly at the target.

"It might be a fate to meet in such a place," the demon king stretched out his hand with a smile, "how about a small deal?"

"... What deal?"

"I can guarantee that you will return to the surface without any damage. In exchange for this," Alastor lifted his right index finger and shook them in front of them. "A drop, just a drop of blood from the end of the goddess is can."

"A drop?" Roland froze. This condition is not excessive in terms of quantity alone, but the possibility of a trap still exists-perhaps how much blood is not important, even a drop will also bring irreparable results.

Should I promise? The swordsman, who knew nothing about prayer, turned his attention slightly and asked his companion with his eyes.

"Don't say a drop, not even half a drop ~!" The voice coming from behind was resolutely abnormal, "I will never let anyone use this power."

"Why refuse? As a prayer who knows the principles of the Four Realms, you must be very clear that this level will not have any impact on the world at all." A magical light glowed in the eyes of the demon, "I have no intention to touch the goddess. Li, who is also not interested in entering the present world, the only thing he wants to do is to become an observer who can see through the three realms. "

The silver-haired swordsman said, and stretched out his hand again: "With just a drop of goddess blood, I can comprehend the mysteries of the four realms, and then understand the world as I want, isn't it interesting? For you, there is nothing loss."

"Is everything he said true?" Roland interjected.

"it is true."

"In this case, I can't help but agree ..." The young man's words were interrupted rudely as soon as he opened his head, and the girl's refutation was unexpectedly fierce.

"Absolutely impossible!" The girl's sharp voice was raised eight degrees higher than before. "No, no, no."

Reject others for no reason and build a strong enemy for yourself. Does this guy know what the situation is now? Roland frowned. Are the children of the stars all girls with such moody, indifferent expressions and prickly speech? If it really angers the devil ... then ...

"You don't want a meaningless fight, too?" Alastor turned his attention to the end-god of the goddess, with a few waves of persuasion in his silver pupils. "So how can I persuade her?"

"Sorry, this kind of thing is still avoided." At present, the enemy, Roland is not confused by the opponent's words.

"It seems that you have given up the ability to judge yourself. Although I don't like meaningless killing, if the other party is unwilling to communicate, there is no other way." The devil shook his head, then raised his right hand, pointing A deep purple spark opened, "In short ... I will get the power beyond the boundaries, whether you want it or not."

Along with the magical fire that ignited out of thin air, the heavy curtain behind Alastor began to move fiercely. Mortals with warm blood can clearly feel what the boiling darkness is releasing to the outside world-greed, fraud, timidity, jealousy, laziness, indifference, and arrogance. Devil formed by these negative feelings are swarming out .

The **** dog's low gasping squeezed the adventurer's eardrums, the red horns of the Flame Demon ripped the dull air, the sharp halberd of the abyss lord reflected the dazzling cold light, and the tentacles entangled by the apocalyptic guard turned dark into hidden murder abyss. Almost just a blink of an eye, the vast hall of thousands of pillars has been occupied by countless demons, almost like a black plague that devours everything.

I knew that there would be no good results in doing this ... Seeing the sight in front of me, Roland felt that it was dark for a while.

"If the fire phoenix can't respond to the call, then get a Yufeng Malay, hurry up." The young man said with a strong command, unhappy. While the prayer man opened the channel of the other world, he quickly took a step forward and blocked all the opponent's offensive routes. When a sharp white light flashed from Frost Sword, the human swordsman accelerated sharply and stabbed at the enemy in front of him.

In the case of a large number of opposing sides, directly targeting the leader is undoubtedly the most effective tactic. Of course, Roland knew that his power could not be compared with the master of a certain field, but the prayer force attached to the weapon and the defense around him were enough to delay him for a while.

Facing the whistling sword wind that was pressing down, the Lord of the Twisting Nether didn't mean to avoid it at all. He just tapped his fingers lightly, and the epee on his back slammed open the scabbard's restraint and flew into the palm of his master. Two equally huge metal weapons collided violently, with blue and bright sparks splashing around.

This is ~! ?

Roland opened his eyes, and looked at the blade of fire that stopped Frost in disbelief, his eyes blinked as if frozen. Although the young man could no longer recall the thrilling duel of the inflammation of the city of inflammation decades ago, but the dazzling light and the burning flame in front of him were enough to determine the name of the weapon in Alastor's hand--

King Jing sword "Filian Lotus".

How could this Paladin sword be in the hands of demons?

Roland also had time to open his mouth to ask questions. The silver-haired and silver-eyed swordsman had sneered back and leaped back, and instantly disappeared into the demon army of Zhangya dance claws. Gaze into the dark darkness, the only thing the youth can see is the faint silver long hair of the devil: "Sorry, I cannot fight with the two as much as I can, but I believe this demon legion will definitely Let your desire to kill be fulfilled. "

"Don't dream, do you think that these cannon fodder can stop us?"

"There is a saying that goes well," the answer drifted far into the ear, and the young man could even feel the ironic smile of the other person, "'Ant kills more elephants.'"

"Don't be reckless, he just wants you to rush over." Shi Fan rode on a tall imperial horse, and took the talk lightly. The girl stretched out her fair little hand and motioned for her companion to sit up.

Aren't you reckless? Roland glanced at the girl, and pushed open the other's arm without saying a word, and then stepped up the mount violently: "Come on, or you will definitely bite your tongue. Just keep my sword sharp and indestructible, Don't worry about anything else. "As soon as the voice fell, he turned the mount and rushed towards the restless black tide.

Compared to the nightmare that shares power with the death knight, the fantasy beast that can manipulate the power of the wind is no less in speed. Roland doesn't even need to find a target on purpose, he only needs to let Yu Fengma lightly shuttle between the roaring demons, and then insert the frost into their backs before these clumsy behemoths turn around.

And even when encountering opponents who must confront each other occasionally in the chaos, the blonde swordsman can easily cope with it-the blade with added prayer can cut almost anything the holder wants to cut. . In front of this scabbard of Shifan's destruction of will, the army of demons is like a fence made of paper, which will be broken in a moment. With just a single blow, the Enemy's Nine-Headed Whip, the Abyss Lord's Double Halberd, and the Doomguard's Serrated Knife will be split into two halves along with their master, and finally become the ashes floating in the air.

This kind of unilateral slaughter is too unskilled ... Roland thought a little tediously, but before the power of prayer, was it right?

According to Shi Fan, the so-called Demon King cannot be compared with the King of Elements. Alastor is at best nothing more than a relatively powerful demon in a twisted void, and his mode of existence is also bound by boundaries. As the battlefield gradually leaves the meeting point of the present world and the Umbra, the action of the devil will become more and more delayed, and eventually he and his demons will have to give up the pursuit and return to the Umare.

From this perspective, it is only a matter of time before breaking through the siege.

However, Alastor was still commanding calmly behind the legion. It seemed that what was being fought was not a brutal battle, but a perfect match. The devious expression on the face of the demon king and the silver eyes without wave made Rolan's heart pass a little uneasy.

What exactly is that guy planning?

Eight hours later, the young man finally understood the reason why the other side was so calm-so far the battle has begun, the Royal Wind Horse carrying the two people has crossed the entire White Stone Hall, and is now running in a mine on the other side of the dwarf city. But the hunters from the twisted void did not give up at all ~!

Their number is also far beyond imagination. No matter how many companions are swept into the ashes by the frost, the black tide flowing in the channel is endless, and it seems that it will not decrease at all.

But the fledglings were obviously overwhelmed.

The two were now hiding in a narrow mine tunnel, with demons everywhere. The bright light on the Flame Knife casts a variety of shadows in the wide rock path, and with the heavy breathing of the **** dog, the entire underground world is stained with a lingering weird atmosphere.

If the Dark Eagle can predict his exhaustion today, I do not know if he is willing to give up his death knighthood. Roland thought sarcastically, the corners of his mouth twisted into a helpless smile. The three **** dogs across the street were stunned with their six nostrils, and it was estimated that this not-so-hidden shelter would be found within a short while.

"What are you thinking?" Shi Fan asked inappropriately. "Now is not the time to be in a daze."

"I just think that this guy named Alastor seems to be different from what you estimate. Remember this lesson, and you should never infuriate your enemies in the future with a pretense of being dominant," said the youth, in his tone. Unstoppably infused with a strong irony, "Of course, as long as we have 'after'."

"Angry?" The girl asked lowly, glancing at the expressionless Roland secretly. "Sure enough ..."

"However, I did not reject the condition with the intention to irritate the other party." Shi Fan very rarely defended himself once. "This is the principle I set. Never let the power be used by others. . "

"If you ca n’t even survive, what principles are you talking about? Not to mention that although the other party is a demon king, you do n’t plan to do anything that affects the present world?" Roland's tone remained cold. "Never mind. Now we better focus on On how to escape, the rest will be discussed later. "

"Well ... however, Alastor's existence is far beyond common sense ..." The dark-haired girl changed the subject obediently.

"It is estimated that it is related to the fine king sword and lotus in his hand." The young man answered with a low voice-a three **** dog with acid on the corner of his mouth was slowly passing through the entrance of the passage, "the devil will actually condescend to use mortal weapons Isn't it weird? "

"Perhaps items with powerful elements can indeed bring the demons of the Umbra closer to the present world," the fifteen-year-old prayer hesitated. "But there is no precedent for such a thing. It is just a guess. In case of wrong judgment ... ... "

"Would you like to try it?" The swordsman interrupted suddenly.

"Well, try ~!" Silently, the girl nodded earnestly. "Even if it was just speculation, the situation would only get worse if you did not take the initiative. If I really die here, all my efforts will be in vain. Now. "

"The other party has kept the distance from us deliberately, and it may not be easy to get closer." Roland held up Frost Hoe, waiting for the moment when the demon walked into the martyrdom.

"It doesn't matter, I have a way ~!" Shi Fan's thin green pupil flashed a sharp light.