Death Knight

There is no need for any extra declarations or shouts. The first-time rivals have understood everything from the other side's eyes reflecting the sword shadow. The human knight took the lead in discharging a neat charge formation and raised his lance to attack. The steed in heavy armor and the owner stepped on the rising dust, and rushed towards the black iron wall opposite the tide of the dyke.

Under the fierce blow of the iron hoof, even the land composed of mountain rocks was trembling slightly, but the death knight was still motionless, and the eyes of the undead burning with a cold fire had a strange peace. Until the moment when the enemy rushed to the front, the passing away suddenly changed the array, from square to trapezoid. As the defensive side, the purpose of the commander is not to break through the formation, but to seize every opportunity, as much as possible Annihilation of the living force of the opponent will pave the way for the future-the wide trapezoidal array of attack surface can just meet this kind of attack for the purpose of killing.

However, the expected strong collision between the waves and the reef did not occur. At the last moment, the sharp rush of the human knight suddenly separated from the middle, rubbing the dead halberd across two great arcs. Viewed from mid-air, the death knight is like the bow of a wind and waves, Moonlight Island is a stable hull, and mortals who resist the gods are waves rising and falling beside the ship's side.

The two armies only rubbed slightly on the edges, but the blood marks they brought were obviously unable to satisfy the hissing blade.

"A bunch of cowards, they just want to delay time!" Arthas growled angrily. According to the practice, the position of the head of the Knights is the center of the entire charge, the most dangerous and sharpest part, but now it has become the most deserted place. The weapons in Alsace's hands have not even touched the shadow of humans. At the slightest.

"If the other party dares to entangle with the tireless undead, it means that they may have planned something." The Lich narrowed his eyes and looked back cautiously at the enemies wandering on both sides of the battlefield. "The best choice is to make quick decisions."

"Shut up, I know it without your word." The delaying tactics of the enemy made the death knight's mood even worse, and those crimson pupils glowed with danger and cruel light. "Since the cowards don't dare to confront each other, then Let's finish this step. "

Arthas sneered, "Let them see, the power of the sword that survived the battle of the goddess dawn!"

Contrary to normal thoughts, the Knights of the Ice Crown did not have the idea of ​​focusing on breakthroughs. Upon discovering the opponent's circuitous tactics, the undead immediately split into countless squads and scattered them, spreading out like a large net.

Each five-man squad of the death knight is a barbed arrow cluster, once inserted into the human front, it can no longer be pulled out. Although the rebels still strictly implemented the idea of ​​flanking attack, as more death knights penetrated, the charge formation appeared to be fragmented, and the soldiers of the two sides were eventually intertwined with each other and could not tell which side was their own. position.

Now, warriors eager to get rid of the goddess have to face one thing they do their best to avoid-cruel melee.

In the Shura field where iron and blood are fused, the only thing that can determine the success of life and death is strength. Whether weapons are sharp enough, swordsmanship is strong enough, and the warrior's will is strong enough, all these elements will eventually converge into a source of strength, which is reflected in every dodge and kill.

But that's just the "power" for a duel. When plunging into a vortex-like melee, there are many more factors to consider-the enemy will swarm from all directions, giving you no chance to breathe; the arrow may fall from the air at any time, and then relentlessly run through the back Worse is the threat from Moonlight Island.

It was not until the foot of the stone lion that humans finally discovered that the beast carrying the tower was not just a simple character like a moving tool. Its manipulator is ruthless and ruthless. Whenever the two sides are entangled somewhere on the battlefield, the stone lion's giant palm will fall from the sky like a mountain. And when it lifts its palm again, it will inevitably bring a thick rain of blood and rain, which is also mixed with metal fragments and deformed human faces.

Even war-fighting warriors will have a distorted expression when they witness such a terrible sight.

Motidal has put orc warriors and dwarf commandos into the battle as a backup, but the scale of victory is still slowly and fatally tilted to the side of the undead-the death knight has embraced true death and once confronted Lucis Apostle, bathed in the flames of the goddess's sword. And what about their enemies? Although it is not inferior to the Paladin at the level of swordsmanship, even the Holy Light cannot be performed, and it is almost impossible to destroy the persistent dead with the sharp blade in his hand.

At this moment, the elven mage finally realized a real sense of despair-even if the most elite teams on the entire Canados continent were gathered, they still couldn't stop the black tide that was dying.

Are mortals so weak in the presence of God's power? Even with that leader, can we still only taste failure on the real battlefield? Witnessing his companions one after another on the battlefield, Motidal felt that he could no longer restrain his anger and sadness.

"Stabilize, old friend." A powerful hand suddenly hit the elves' shoulders, and he woke up from the surging emotions. "Look there." Jack Weill said, pointing to the other side of the battlefield, there A Lich was whispering in silence, but there was no magic wave around him.

"He is manipulating the magic communication network, and the undead is the commander ~!" A few seconds later, the head of the mage council shouted suddenly.

"Yes. Now I am going to kill him. Even if this Lich is not the highest commander, it is enough to cause chaos of the undead, and you take the opportunity to readjust the situation." The man in black nodded, and then smiled relaxedly, "Although this seems excessive, in the overlapping area of ​​this world and the spirit world, the mage is indeed the easiest target for spikes."

"Besides, pay attention to my safety while I'm away." Jack Weil's tone changed to serious. "I attacked to destroy the leader of the opponent. Don't die at this time."

The elf's eyes flashed with ease: "Don't worry about it, the Supreme Master of the Kanados Mage Council is less vulnerable than you think."

Jack waved his hand, and the next moment, his sturdy figure had merged with the black shadow into the **** battlefield.

Rogue, synonymous with assassination. When referring to these two words, people always think of dark alleys, dark nights, and a snowy dagger that tears open the night. However, as the true leader of the Barmartin Thieves' Union, Jack Weill proves that even in the chaotic battlefield, thieves are still unequivocal and powerful characters.

The two-handed machete in his hands solved at least two squads of high-level death knights. The undead couldn't resist the bright line cut by the blade in the air. Before they could fight back, the vague blade shadow of Jack's dance cut into their confrontation distance, and finally became a cold light inserted in the heart or in the brain.

Just in an instant, the leader of the thief crossed over half of the battlefield. But now standing in front of him is the commander of two hundred death knights, a large captain of the Ice Crown Knights. This time, the flying machete was unable to find the gap between the prey's moves, and then hesitated.

A powerful opponent made the undead's eyes ignite an excited fire. He forced Jack with a wide cross, and then he was going to use his best spear sword. However, the narrow four-foot sword only stabbed for the first time and stopped in midair as if frozen.

"Why ...?" The Death Knight looked down inconceivably, and a pure black blade with no thickness was inserted from behind his back and pierced his chest through the heart.

"Even on the battlefield, thieves still behave like thieves." Jack Weir stood still, his lips mocked coldly.

This is the first and last time in nearly a hundred years. The obsessed passerby failed to hold death, but let death conquer him. But the undead couldn't figure out why his chest would grow a knife for no reason ~! So he turned his back.

The owner of the Assassination Blade is a condensed existence, but the expression of sneer on his face is exactly the same as that of the thief in front of him. The death knight finally understood everything-that was the shadow of Jack Weir. Then, the machete of the thief union leader turned the deadly dance again and cut off half of the head of the undead. The soulless body slowly fell to the ground and could no longer move.

There was nothing to stop Jack, the Lich with the ice-blue pupil was in front of him. Although the opponent has already raised three or four defense enemies, but with the magic concentration halved, this will not constitute any obstacle to the thief leader.

But then, the fighters who were good at manipulating the shadows did not choose to jump in, but jumped back quickly. The next moment, a heavy axe chopped where he just stood, the strength of which even collapsed the hard rock. The axe holder is a tall warrior wearing gold armor. Although he is also an undead, his eyes are clearly different from the death knight.

"I haven't seen you for a long time," said the armored warrior in a soft, low voice, and the light of ice radiated from his pupils. "Sassolik, King of the Shadow Dragon."

Jack Will, who had been called his real name, couldn't help but pause for a moment. But he soon returned to his mind, and a disguised smile floated on his somber face: "Hey, although I have heard it, I really didn't expect to meet you here. Kraferig, King of the White Dragon ... No, it should be called 'King of the Dead Dragon' now? "

"It's not bad to be an undead," the other party answered coldly.

"Nothing bad? Didn't the White Dragons become Ishtunoli's cannon fodder because they were conquered by the death knights?" Yinglong asked, "Did the proud White Dragon King have forgotten all this, willingly Are the running dogs acting as goddesses? "

"I'm much richer than what you've done in Freeport over the years. The thief union leader shouting 'Freedom' slogan." Craferrigg went head-to-head.

"Squib ~! Huh, it's a shame I couldn't kill you in the Dragon War." Sassi Solik stepped forward, revealing a strong murderous power in his eyes.

"Dragon war ... you guys who don't even deserve the color, dare to mention that word ~!" The pupil of the undead dragon contracted in an instant, and the next moment, he suddenly launched an attack without warning. The gold armored warrior's tall body jumped tens of meters away, and the heavy axe in his hand was chopped down with the force of rowing mountains.

Jack's double-knife fought up and resisted the blow. The two dragons abandoned their usual tactics and began to fight stubbornly. It seems that only this brutal fighting method can pour out the anger when the enemy meets. As the power continued to intensify, the human-shaped body of the magical structure began to disintegrate, and the dense scales of dragons appeared on the smooth skin.

When the confrontation reached its peak, a dazzling light finally burst out between the two. A cloud of diffuse dust suddenly rose on the battlefield, and Kraferieg's stance spread his wings to tear the earth-colored curtain, and suddenly he rushed into the clouds. Then, the undead dragon turned back with agility that was not commensurate with the huge body, facing a violent spit towards the position just now.

The area of ​​several hundred meters immediately froze into transparent, hard ice, but the blow was lost-long before Claferrigg's attack, Jack had evaded enough safety. The Shadow Dragon spread its wings across the ground, and wherever it passed, dozens of death knights were overthrown by the fierce burst of wind.

Like a turbulent current in the ocean, Sussexlik slammed into the air at will. He was dragging a long trail of dark ink behind him, standing out from the blood-splattered battlefield. It wasn't until Kraffligg's third breath that the Shadow Dragon yanked his body, crossed a tight arc, and then hit the undead dragon in midair again with great kinetic energy.

When the two legendary kings launched brutal hand-to-hand combat during dangerous high-speed flight, more light broke out on the ground battlefield, like waves rising and falling-seeing the leader appear in its original shape, the dragons have lifted their magic and caught the tears. Kill it.

Under the glare of the sun, the huge shadow cast by hundreds of dragons gradually transformed the already chaotic battlefield into an endless **** hell.

Of all the dragons, Bailong has the best grasp of power and magic. They can easily find the balance between the two and consciously adapt themselves to different and opposite aspects at the same time. After reincarnation into the undead dragon, whether it is close combat or magic confrontation, the advantage of balance has been greatly enhanced-the tireless body allows the white dragon to hover in the air permanently, and the painless nerves make any attack impossible. Interrupt their magic.

If the white dragon is equivalent to a magic swordsman, and the red dragon is equivalent to a violent warrior, then the dragons without color and only known as shadows are the killers hidden in the darkness-this is exactly the humanoid Sussexlik chooses to become a thief. The main reason for the union leader is that the rogue profession is too similar to Shadow Dragon's talent. Of all flying creatures in the world, they have the fastest speeds and are said to even surpass sound. Not only that, Shadow Dragon is also good at manipulating his own shadow as an extension or defensive enchantment. This talent, which has nothing to do with the power of elements, also causes headaches to the enemy-including other dragons.

But now, the battle between the White Dragon and the Shadow Dragon is completely different from the Dragon War described in history. There is no spectacular air-to-air charge, no spitting volley, some are just the **** tears of dragon claws, the barbaric roar of dragon teeth, and the cruel and ruthless zero-range vomiting.

The small ground troops could hardly survive the melee, because the dragons did not forget to destroy the enemy by the way when they were fighting against the same kind. The dragons even gave up the traditional way of fighting in the high air, and even if the scales were shot by the strong crossbow, they still forcibly fight in the low altitude-the breath may not cause serious damage to the opponent, but it is fatal to the small soldiers under their feet. . The dragon with broken wings is basically aimed at the knights, attacking crazy until blocked by another dragon.

If it weren't for the asylum of prayer, even the prominent tower of Moonlight Island would break in this horrible and chaotic confrontation-each time the melee in the air, the shadow dragon always relied on his own speed advantage again and again Slam the opponent into the tower once. Then, the undead dragon will be entangled with the shadow dragon, doing his best to tear open the enemy's wings. In the end, the dragons that have lost their ability to fly will fall to the ground together and end the battle face to face with a volcanic eruption.

"However, it's really ugly. Sussexlick, now I finally understand why you are nicknamed the" clown "... If you continue to fight like a street hooligan, you will lose the face of the dragons." On the other hand, a flame-haired spectator whispered to himself mockingly, and then revealed a thoughtful expression, "Eun, if that's not possible, I can only choose to change my form."

"Maybe, the title of" Yanlong "can't keep up with the trend and maybe ..."

The red-haired giant murmured for a moment, turned his attention away from the tired dragons, and then carefully screened every detail under his feet. The next moment, his pair of fiery red pupils stayed on the other side of the battlefield-there, a large number of enemies that a beautiful fire phoenix was about to commit were sent into the scorching breeze, and even the mighty dragon spit in The vibrating wings are also flying away!

It was like a fire storm that destroyed everything.

"Oh, I'm working hard!" Walter Walter, the current leader of the Freeport Thieves' Union, immediately became interested. "Even the peace activist is tickled by you ~!"

If the Summoner of Fire Phoenix suddenly finds out that his long-trusted comrades-in-arms will actually back their own master, presumably the expression will be very interesting, right? The cold, ruthless light flashed through the **** eyes of Walt, and a dangerous smile appeared on the corners of his mouth. Then, the red-haired giant raised his hand silently, and aimed at the conspicuous elemental creature with his palm.

As the master of the flame, he intends to directly order the Fire Phoenix to attack the summoner.

But the expected betrayal did not happen-it was not that the will of the Scarlet King was shielded, but that the Fire Phoenix itself ignored his order ~!

Melody's expression froze for a moment, and he gazed again silently, this time, his eyes fixed on the person guarded by the Fire Phoenix-the dark-haired young girl, and a large hand next to her. Blond teen with sword. When the eyes touched the two, the flame contained in the pupil of the Scarlet King could not help but jump, and then the red light ignited a sharp light, as dangerous as a thirsty blade.

"Hey, you see something interesting." Walt Walter's cold expression floated a weird smile. "It's expected to meet the star son, but I didn't expect that guy would be together ... this is also Fate? "

The sight in front of him irresistibly floated the ancient memories of long ago. Even if separated by hundreds of years, Yan Long will still not forget the surprise, anger and ... pain contained in that memory.

If swallowing Ishtoli's ring by mistake is a terrible joke caused by underestimation of the enemy, then the end of the goddess and the soldiers guarding her are a real nightmare. In the face of Yan Long, the power of the elements, the weapons that mortals build are nothing at all. However, Richel's will has given Jagasi power that can destroy the world's essence. No, maybe it wasn't that the emperor's sword was changed by prayer, but the emperor himself became part of the prayer, and the goddess eventually destroyed part of the will.

Aren't the two who reflected into the pupils very similar to those then? The end of another living goddess, and the soldiers guarding her.

Fear? Melody Dick asked himself, his body trembling slightly. However, the Scarlet King knows one thing: challenging to fear is one of the keys to survival. There is no other way than to desire a place in the cold world. If you don't get rid of your opponent now, you can only cringe for an endless and boring life in the sea of ​​spirits where you can't see the edge.

"Very well." The red-haired giant took a deep breath. "Take this opportunity to kill the son of the star, and take revenge on that stupid mortal by the way. Take a deep breath and a deep breath ~! This is the necessary preparation for the brave before the battle." Walter said , The fingertips immediately gathered a dazzling light.

There was an irresistible breath of death in that light.

Even in such a chaotic battlefield, Roland was still able to fight with ease-not because his sword skills were advancing rapidly, but because the death knight focused all his attention on the end of Ishtoli. The undead carefully placed the girl in the center area of ​​the round array, and the copper wall and iron wall composed of swords intercepted all enemies including the shadow dragon beyond the confrontation distance. Occasionally, there are fish that leak through the net, and most of them are burned to carbon ash by the flaming bird Ferredo. There are not many enemies who really need young people to deal with them alone. There is no powerful warrior who masters Yunyao.

If the battle continues like this, there will be no problem to support it. The blond swordsman judged this way, and he suddenly remembered the other two comrades-in-arms who had the same warm blood.

I don't know what happened to Falochide and Oluha ...

Then, the young man turned his gaze to the dignified praying man next to him: "Don't worry, although the battle is fierce, there are powerful death knights in battle, and the battle will soon end. Now the enemy is tired, the dragon It's just a bluff. "

"Why are you so dull ~!" Shi Fan frowned, "There is an enemy nearby with a powerful element, I can clearly feel it. Don't relax at this time, otherwise ... "

The girl's rebuke was interrupted halfway through-Roland slammed her head down. At the moment of life and death, the body that once belonged to the dark eagle moved at a speed faster than consciousness. The moment the young man lowered his head, he felt that a sharp blade was passing over his head, and the thin but dazzling white line was cutting him off half. As she beamed her hair, she swept across the battlefield and carved a huge zigzag pattern on the ground.

Then, everyone's eardrums were filled with a sharp buzzing sound in the air, making the light of the sword and the breath of the dragon all pause. The ground cut by the silver line was glassy due to the high heat, and the smooth surface reflected the sunlight and looked very gorgeous. However, on both sides of this scratch, there are countless cuts of metal and body.

Even the two dragons fighting on the ground are no exception. Their necks each have a neatly cut intact carbonization, and their heads that maintain a roaring posture fall to the ground, sparking a **** smoke. The stiff and weird posture of the entangled huge bodies made everyone feel creepy, even the undead who used to see death was no exception.

"What the **** is that?" Oluha looked at the cut-out ground in wonder, "more powerful than prayer ~!"

"It's 'Cang Si', Melodyk's 'Cang Si'." Faloxidite replied pale, with desperate ashes in his eyes. "What should Roland do if he finds out ...? Someone tell me what I should do?"

"Come ~!" Shi Fan whispered.

Looking down her line of sight, a tall, strong figure jumped off the cliff, and after a few graceful figure turns in mid-air, slammed on the shoulder of a death knight. The severe impact caused a series of terrible bone fractures in the body of the undead, and all the limbs of the mounted mount were broken, but before the nightmare fell to the ground, the red-haired giant had already abandoned the poor springboard and jumped for a second time, then sinking Landed ten meters in front of Roland.

The ground under his feet collapsed nearly three inches, and the surrounding rocks were cracked. Behind the giant man, the death knight whose shoulders collapsed is gradually disintegrating. The bright silver armor was slowly twisted and shattered by invisible gears, and the undead body was slowly engulfed by flames from the inside. In the end, everything was reduced to ashes, leaving only a flash-class weapon with blue smoke.

"Hey, I haven't seen you for a long time. Don't you forget me?" Walter Walter greeted him kindly. "It's time to take responsibility for doing too much to others."

The ambiguous words contrasted sharply with the speaker himself, but Roland couldn't laugh. The young man clenched his pale lips and lifted the big sword in his hands with mechanical movements, but his aquamarine pupils revealed his inner fear and despair.

What the **** is ...? ?

"Why look at me with this innocent eye?" The Scarlet King was not eager to attack. He was tasting the enjoyment moment of playing with prey. "Last time your lucky trick made my stomach pierce. I didn't expect to play now Is there any sweetness! "Said Walter, glancing at Shi Fan, who was also tight-looking in the opposite direction," is he dare to bring a son of the star directly, are you going to poison me? "

"Stupid ~~~ egg ~~~~~" Melody Dick deliberately teased in a protracted tone, and then spoke a long-awaited line.

"The same move is not effective for the second time with the flame master ~!"

Flame Master, Crimson King, Yanlong Mei Luji Dick ~! A series of titles swarmed into Roland's mind, making the soldier feel difficult to breathe. The opponent is the legendary existence, the monarch of the fire element, it is impossible to win ... We cannot defeat such an existence, even if we bet on the strength of the entire Ice Crown Knights ~!

While the blond swordsman was choked by fear, Walter Walter politely broke the deadlock. Suddenly, the giant man had crossed a distance of dozens of meters at a speed that could not be captured by the naked eye, and slammed his fist wrapped around Mars. Roland's only option was to block Frost Wing in front of him, but the young man knew that although the sword was strong, it could not absorb the momentum itself, and the vibration transmitted to the body through the barrier could still cause huge damage.

However, just before touching Frost Sword's face, the fist of the Crimson King was abruptly stopped-an invisible wall blocked in front of Roland. When Yan Long's indestructible fist hit this transparent imperial wall, the crimson ripples suddenly splashed away in all directions, causing strong winds burning with flames in the surroundings.

The Power of Shifan's Prayer Technique ~! Roland's eyes flashed. But a crisp sound made his expression pale again—while absorbing this row of hits, the enchantment actually cracked several wide and long cracks like glass.

"Come up!" The familiar voice sounded in the ear, and the youth immediately conditionedly retreated.

The next moment, the gorgeous stream of light passing from low altitude took him into the air. Fire Phoenix Ferrer, carrying Shifan and Roland, screamed at the Crimson King under the wings in a challenge, and then rose into the sky like an arrow off the string, climbing up the colorful sky above the mountains.

"Fun, it's fun." Melody Dick grinned sneer. "But it's inevitable. If I can't resist this blow, it's a waste of my feelings." He said, violently again. A punch. Under the second shock, the prayer enchantment completely collapsed, and numerous fragments were lifted by the strong wind, and then slowly fell from the air. The flame master raised his head against the twinkling glass rain, looking at the hot red dot on the zenith, where the prey was.

Then, on the battlefield suddenly a crimson red pillar of fire rushed into the sky, as if a sharp sword that even the gods can cut open.