Death Knight

Sight is distorted and soul is melting. Yan Long ’s devastating attack is about to destroy Roland, himself, and everything, but even if he clearly understands that he must let go, Shi Fan ’s body and the sorrowful enchantment itself do not obey the will of the will.

As a result, still can't reach the end?

But at this moment, a pleasant voice suddenly sounded in the ears of the praying man: "Please don't be confused, Shifan."

The voice was a little sad, but full of firm tone. The end of the goddess then turned back reflectively and saw the slender figure standing behind him. Her eyes widened in an instant with an incredible sight--

The elven **** the throne still closed her eyes tightly, but the other Oluha stood firmly in front of her. Although the flame from Melody Dick was unusually dazzling, the elf did not cast a shadow on the ground, and her body seemed to be translucent, letting hot air pass by.

Is that ... the soul stuck in this world? Shi Fan judged this way, but then immediately denied the original thought. If Yanlong didn't lie, the spirit of the elven prayers would have disappeared along with the destroyed apostles, not to mention that at this moment I didn't feel any power from the underworld, this image calling for his name would definitely not be Oluha soul.

"who are you?"

"The real Oluha is dead, her soul sinks into Erhai Lake, disintegrates and regroups. But the prayer left her obsession in this world, because ..." The other side looked at the thoughts again and again Roland to break through the defense.

"Until the last moment, Oluha had no chance to say‘ I like you ’face to face.”

"'Like'?" Shi Fan repeated the word carefully.

For the goddess who holds the power of infinite destruction, it is a very, very delicate word.

"Well, I like it." Oluha nodded earnestly. "Ruoha is more worried about Roland than things that are about to be soul-extracted, because she knows he will fight for his life to save himself. And If you fight Yanlong like this, you will die. "

"So I was born here. To protect that person."

Is this "like"? The dark-haired girl repeatedly murmured a strong syllable in her heart, and engraved it subtly in the memory.

"But there is no way to accomplish such a mission by Oluha's obsession, so please, lend me the power of God." The slender elf girl approached Shi Fan, her blue eyes gazed at each other. As long as you fully liberate your power, you can ... "

"No ~! That's impossible ..." The dark-haired girl shook her head fiercely, her voice shouting over the wind.

Because that power is the symbol of destruction. Although she has been reluctant to admit it, Shi Fan is actually very clear-the food she makes is always light and tasteless. In any case, she cannot build a tree house, and it takes a disproportionate amount of energy to treat the wound. And if it is destroyed, it can be achieved immediately with a single heart move, as if the Silvermoon City had been destroyed.

In the depths of his own will, he keeps a savage beast that will tear the mind at any time. That seal cannot be lifted, otherwise, you will no longer be yourself.

"But you want to save Roland Streve?" Oluha asked quietly.

That sentence made Shi Fan raise his head uncontrollably.

"You and I are in the same mood, and that's enough." The obsessed image said this, showing a lonely smile.

The next moment, she was standing side by side with the dark-haired girl, as if a mirror image of the refraction, the right hands of the two men were lifted simultaneously in exactly the same movement. Then, in the heat and light raging by the element of fire, a long bow woven from ice crystals appeared in Shi Fan's hands.

The destruction of the boundary of the Three Realms makes the flame master reappear in the real world in the spirit realm, but the power of the goddess cannot be increased-because the gods are not pure, but they possess the power of the Three Realms and have the characteristics of the Three Realms. Therefore, any imbalance in the realm will not make God free from the shackles of law. If Ishtoli's own power is to be realized in this world, completely different conditions are needed—

Obsessed.

Because of obsession, the eternal kinetic energy can flow in the death knight.

Because of obsession, Olin's sword can move beyond the speed of thinking.

And at this moment, because of Oluha's loving obsession, Shi Fan's open heart, and Roland's awakening promise, Ishtoli's will can come to this world.

"This is it?" The blonde swordsman stopped and stared at his weapon with unbelievable eyes.

The metal on the surface of the Excalibur Frost has completely faded away, and the real sword body that appears from it is like agglomeration of pure ice, the translucent sharp edge emits a blue light outward, and the icy layer of ice is liberated , Blowing the flames around the youth.

"Forging in the name of God, fulfilling the wish," the words engraved on the surface of the crystal sword said.

Oluha longed for power, Shifan manipulated power, and this sword, which was liberated by Roland, became the channel between the goddess and the world.

The crisp chorus of the blade's vibrations sounded again in the air.

Ishtoli's power oozed from the surface of Frostbush, filling every part of the web of consciousness, passing to the tip of the scepter of gems, and to the jewelry carried by the death knight. The enchantment around the passersby became brighter, the sharp blades in their hands began to resonate with the frost, and the ice blue light ignited on the weapon's sharp edge, as if staring under the envelope of flames and magma. .

But under this crimson sky, the most dazzling is not the weapon of the undead, nor the frost of the sound, but the long bow raised by Shifan and Oluha-a delicate bow ridge built in crystal Up, the feather arrow is gathering a dazzling light-if you say that Melody Dick is the sun that cannot be faced up, then the arrow that condenses the power of the goddess is the brightest star under the night sky.

The bow was only half open and the right hand of the arrow was pressed close to the cheek. Shi Fan is waiting for an opportunity.

"Ready." The elf's voice sounded next to the girl's ear.

The prayer man pushed his bow with his left hand, pushing the entire long bow lightly. At the moment of life and death, her whole body was stretched to the extreme. The string in the girl's heart was afraid that it was tighter than the string in her hand.

"Don't worry, we can stop him and leave everything to me."

Shi Fan hesitated a moment, still pulling his bow, but closed his eyes slightly.

The next moment, the flame gathered in the throat of Yanlong finally reached critical mass. The power of the mountains and the sea finally condensed into a strong light, screaming out from Melody's mouth.

"Shoo ~!" Oluha shouted at the same moment. Just at the moment of the voice exit, Shi Fan opened his eyes, his eyes were brilliant, Yu Jian made a silver-white light trace, and directly hit the center of the shock wave.

The shock wave roaring like a dragon was completely penetrated by this light, and the flames of the mountains and the sea seemed to break the violent waves on the reef, turned into countless fragments, and spread out in all directions.

Yu Jian's death was still inexhaustible, and the light that penetrated through everything penetrated the left shoulder and left wing of the Crimson King without stagnation. The next moment, accompanied by the roar of Melodyk's anger and pain, the part penetrated by the power of the goddess burst out, and the flying fire exploded into powder in an instant, and the golden wound spewed golden. Blood.

"Abominable ~! What a **** ~!" A blood spurted out of Yan Long's mouth. "Ishtoli's power is clearly impossible to break the boundaries. How is this possible? How is this possible? It's just a joke ~!"

Shi Fan did not answer, nor did Oluha. The two moved in a neat move again, opening the same bow and catching the same arrow.

The hot atmosphere quickly cooled. On the sharp edge of the arrow, a cold light was gathered again enough to freeze everything.

"If you do n’t want to answer," Yan Long smiled with a mockery. "Speaking, this world may be too dangerous for a person like me who is pure." With the understatement, the huge body bloomed in an instant. Glorious light, gradually transformed into a silhouette woven by flames.

Can't let him escape ~! The thought flashed from Roland's mind.

Other death knights have been blown into the distance by the hurricane, and only the youth can approach the enemy. However, is it possible to stop the incomparable flame master by himself? Roland wasn't sure, but he still wanted to try.

The dark eagle, who lost her memory, held up the ice sword in her hand and made a stabbing gesture.

Then, another sword was also raised, and it was also placed in the position of a spike.

Compared with the strong frost, the size of the sword was much smaller. The soft blade swayed slightly in the heat wave, and it seemed to be fragile. However, on the edge of the sword, the power of the ice-blue goddess is also wandering, and the eyes of the sword holder are also burning the flame ~!

No words, no need.

In front of the strongest enemy, Roland and Arthas' movements began to adjust naturally, with their wrists, elbows, waist and legs, and their whole bodies began to approach the most perfect charge posture. Although the weapons used are different, although the swordsmanship used is different, although the boundary between life and death is separated, Yun Yao's law brings the actions and eyes of the two soldiers closer and closer.

It's almost like two notes attracting each other.

One breath, in this breath, the bow was full of strength and the arrow was off the string. With the sharp edge ahead, the warriors and the sword in their hands turned into sharp fangs, rushing towards the only target in front of them.

"Why are you so annoying ~! I said no more, didn't you hear me?" The King of Flames raised countless fire snakes all over his body, and the fire net weaved spouted to two small mortals.

But with the dancer's immaculate cooperation, this attack was completely ineffective. In just a blink of an eye, the blue arcs of "Frost Hog" and "Yunyao" broke through the **** of flames.

"Fuck, don't come ~! Don't come ~! Don't come ~! Don't come ~! Don't come ~! Don't come ~!" Meluket roared, and the sharp corner of his forehead lit with dazzling light. Cang sickle blasted out again, bringing a huge wave in the air filled with the element of fire, covering the whole body of the two men and women.

...... There are five seconds left.

In just another five seconds, the Crimson King can correct his twisted boundaries and escape back to the Fire Spirit. However, when the last second was about to elapse, the chronograph tower in Yan Long's heart was destroyed by the mighty forces from the outside.

Roland and Arthas have rushed out of the sea of ​​fire. Protected by the power of the goddess, the sharp edge of the weapon easily penetrates the enchantment of the Fire Lord. One sword was nailed into Yanlong's left claw, and one sword was nailed into Yanlong's right claw. The ice-blue light immediately spread to the whole body of the King of Fire, holding the struggling outline of light firmly like a chain. The Yan Dragon, which was about to disappear into nothingness, was re-substantiated, and Melody Dick was frozen in this world.

The flame master gasped, and stared straight at the dark-haired **** the opposite side. He had no doubt that Shi Fan would shoot enough to wipe out all the benefits, but even so, Yan Long still had to struggle.

The arrow shot out, through the raging flames at a speed that could not be captured by the eyes, and "Dang" nailed to the dragon's defensive enchantment. Two huge energies are annihilating each other at the contact point, causing huge layers of ripples in the twisted space, making the magma beneath the feet and the ground tremble constantly.

However, as time passed, the crimson nodule began to crack, and the ice-blue light grew brighter and brighter.

"I knew that women would only put water on Xiaobai's face." Yan Long took a sip of golden blood on the ground. Then Melody's complaining was completely drowned out by the crisp sound of the enchantment breaking.

The arrow of God penetrated the first level of the King of Fire, scoring light marks and shooting through the sky.

Yanlong's huge body began to quickly disintegrate, and countless Mars burst out of the cracked outline, and then merged into the hot air. The flame dome that enveloped the entire misty forest shattered in the roar, the cracked fragments became as light as feathers and transparent as light, and the sparks of the stars were brought to the blue sky by the wind of Blainas, flying higher , Flying farther and farther.

The wind was blowing, and the fragments of Melody Kedi flew into the sky with the wind and scattered.

For a while, young people could only hear their own heartbeat. Then, through the flying Mars and the misty fire and fog, Roland saw the opposite person, the fearless warrior.

"Have we ... ever joined forces before?" Roland asked, panting.

"That kind of thing, how is it possible?" Arthas retracted the King Sword into his sheath, and the corner of his mouth raised slightly.

That's it. Shi Fan exhaled, and unconsciously let go of his unconscious hand. The long bow woven by crystals slowly falls like a feather, the whole body becomes transparent, and finally merges into nothingness.

The whole body was shaking, as if there was a sword running through the body; the heat in the body could not be dissipated, as if the flowing blood had become hot iron. Not only that, even the consciousness is as heavy as lead-filled-after all, the blow just exceeded the physical limit, but also the limit of consciousness.

The incredible arrow of fantasy did indeed shoot down like a sun.

The reason why his consciousness has not been destroyed by the desire to backwash should be due to Oluha's relationship? Thinking of this, Shi Fan couldn't help turning his head, just seeing the elf girl staring at Roland, and the young blond man who was equally intent.

Arthas and Richard just watched this scene from afar. Falochide landed on the griffins with darkened wings, landing lightly, with nostalgia and hesitation in her eyes, but she eventually chose to stand with the dead. Together-as if there was an invisible enchantment running between the female swordsman and Roland at the moment.

There was a wave of waves in the youthful pupils, and the lips opened slightly and stopped.

As if seeing the other person's thoughts, Oluha laughed lonely and looked distressed: "I'm not the real Oluha. The image standing in front of you is only when the prayers are gone A wish, an image that exists for protection. And now that wish has been fulfilled. "

"You are Oluha, I know." Unexpectedly, Roland shook his head resolutely.

"But ..." The girl's expression became confused for a moment.

"I should have entrusted myself to the karma of hatred, just like the dark eagle a long time ago, but the frosty chorus changed everything." The young man stroked the crystal-like blade, and there was no confusion in his eyes. "The reason why the seal on the sword can be lifted is because of your relationship. And when Ishtoli's protection came to this world, I can also feel your thoughts from it."

The dark eagle with no memory came slowly to the girl: "Oluha's mood was indeed transmitted to my heart through prayer. Either protect the image, or the remaining obsessions, you and the creation The people who are out of you are the same. "

"Is it really the same?" The elf asked cautiously.

"It's the same," Roland replied softly.

"So ... if it's the same, apart from protecting Roland, I have one more thing to say." As if determined, Oluha looked up.

Time stopped flowing at that moment.

"It's all up to you, please take care of Roland."

It is not an unexpected confession. The elf, still smiling, turned his eyes to Shi Fan, and said it word by word without regret. With the slightly sad words, Oluha's slender figure gradually became transparent, and finally melted into the cold air.

As if it had never existed, only the petite body soaked with blood on the throne remained in the eyes of people.

I knew from the beginning that I couldn't redeem it, so I felt calmer than I thought. Roland subconsciously avoided Shi Fan's subtle sight, stepped onto the icy throne, and then gently picked up the elf girl who was not yet cold.

"Let's go." The concise words of the Dark Eagle put an end to the fierce battle.

The death knight does not need a funeral, and when these fearless warriors make a contract with Ishtoli, everything is held to their obsession. The blade of the deceased only wields his own will and the desire of the goddess. Even if he knows to fight against the flames of the Fire King, the weapon in his hand will never stop.

The same is true of the 869 death knights who died in the Battle of Blainas. When Melody Dick burned the body, there was only deep regret in their expressions, but they would never bring any fearful eyes.

But Oluha is different. The elves always love the forest. So, now that she hasn't been able to rescue the girl, Roland must at least find a suitable place to sleep for her.

"The question is, can you really find it?" Arthas whispered, staring blankly at the sight of his journey.

The power of Melodyk made the entire city of Brainus disappear from the land of Lorendan.

The endless flames of destruction wiped out all the sights in people's vision, centered on the location of the flame master, everything within a dozens of miles was melted by unimaginably high temperatures into a flickering glass material, and further out was condensation The icy plane of basalt is the outermost layer of scorched earth after the magma flows.

Although all the flame elements are gone along with the disappearance of Yanlong, the traces of madness will surely end here. Even after hundreds of years, the misty forest may still be unable to get rid of the current nightmare and return to the past. .

"Maybe there are still forest belts in the marginal zone." Richard looked at the back of the forefront youth and shook his head helplessly.

The restructured Ice Crown Knights have been marching for several hours, but only the bare black ground and the once lush foggy forest have been settled. There is not even a surviving tree left at the moment.

Can't even complete such a thing? The corner of Roland's mouth twisted into a self-deprecating wry smile.

At the next moment, the sight reflected into his eyes opened his eyes uncontrollably-in the scorched earth where he could not see the end, the large white that suddenly jumped out made everyone's consciousness weightless at that moment.

The moon flower is in full bloom.

The nearby Feicui Lake has been completely steamed, and there are ugly gullies after the magma flows. However, these white flowers with complex and slender structures seem to be completely unaffected, as if they are in the Taoyuan of another world.

As if enchanted, the blond swordsman stumbled over, holding the elven body. Under the strong wind, the petals of the crystal moon flower rolled up beside him, and stroked the stubborn hair ends of the youth, like snowflakes falling from the sky.

When the plain robe of the coat of arms was reflected in the eyes of the dark eagle, Roland felt that the blood in his body was frozen for a moment.

Actually, nothing was recalled. Because the ruthless self in the dream has long said that the death knight Roland Streve has completely abandoned the past, and the body is now composed of blanks.

But Roland knew the story of Yi Tuzuka-he had once asked Richard with curiosity. At that time, the tone of the Lich's narrative was very bland, so the long-term past of Paladin Roland and the son of the star may be a distant story for Roland after reincarnation.

But now, I can really feel that feeling ...

Unspeakable heartache.

"Just here." Roland's voice shuddered slightly, and his vision began to blur. "I think Oluha wouldn't feel lonely if accompanied by the Moonflower and the source of Ishtoli."

The young man said to put down the girl in his arms, took out his big sword and began to dig hard at the dirt. Without any death knight stepping forward to help, Faro just rubbed his necklace quietly, and through those trembling shoulders, Shi Fan saw tears on the cheeks of the dark eagle.

Then, a crystal clear snowflake drifted slowly in front of the dark-haired girl, and then disappeared into the vast sea of ​​flowers.

"It's even snowing here." Zephylis looked up at the vast sky. "Teacher, is it a coincidence?"

"Even the sudden climate change will not affect the overlapping areas. If it is correct, I'm afraid that Melodyk's will has been destroyed." Mobadi analyzed lightly. "Once the element of being a central processor, When the King dies, all elements will be freed from the bounds of boundaries, out of this world, and returned to their own realm. "

"The small fire element will merge into the big fire element, and the big fire element will compete with each other-swallow up or be swallowed by the other party. When reorganized and merged to a large enough size, a new central mechanism, that is, a new King of Fire. Although there is no record of the King of Elements being destroyed in the past, according to Karina's speculation, the entire process takes at least a week. "

"Then, the whole world is going to spend a whole week in the cold winter. I don't know if there will be any difficulties in the orphanage." Although the temperature was not very low, the Nightingale shrank his shoulders subconsciously.

"Melucidic is too arrogant and confident. If he does not underestimate the enemy, but is willing to fight with us, he will never become what he is now." The girl analyzed this.

The knowledgeable blood race just shook his head: "No, Zefei. Although Yan Long is always cynical, but he is completely different from you. Yan Long has been cautious enough to hide his caution in front of prey. So he always likes that exaggerated style. "

"In other words, he didn't actually underestimate the enemy?" The Nightingale asked.

"Yes, he must have attacked with the certainty of victory." Mobadi nodded. "But the ultimate defeat is an indisputable fact, so ..."

"and so?"

"I'm afraid something happened that exceeded the predictions of the King of the Elements ... a great mutation." The tone of the blood race remained calm, but his face revealed an unprecedented severity, "It must have happened in the end of Ishtoli, Or the warrior guarding her. "

"That said, the next battle will be tough." Zephylis concluded that the girl saw her adoptive father for the first time.

"That's right." Mobadi nodded, patted her shoulder, and then turned her attention to the beautiful lake with scattered sun fragments. The next moment, the paddling sound of the wooden paddle broke the conversation between the two. With a light and ingenious beat, a small boat emerged from the mist with its long, smooth trunk, and approached the shore without slowness.

Standing at the bow was also a vampire. Although not a rare sunwalker like Mobadi, she also didn't care about the sun from above her head—

Because here is the overlap of this world and the spirit world, the legendary location of the star capital. In this place, the blood race does not have to be afraid of the sun's burning, nor does it need to rely on blood to sustain its life. In this place, there is a delicate balance between the power of the spirit world and the power of matter. In this place, there are prayers who are legendary to change the world by will.

This is why Mobadi came here.

"Mr. Flora has already asked for it." The other person on the boat said to the tall blood, he had brown curly hair and looked about thirty years old. However, this is just a false image of prayer, and the vicissitudes revealed in the eyes of the speaker recorded his true age.

The man's name was Brande Root Daho, a former royal family of Midland. Hundreds of years ago, when the army of Louvis landed on the mainland of Lorendan and expanded madly to establish Shinto, the first thing was the Midland King. The city was later renamed the well-known Holy Capital, and the king lost his country.

Of course, despite having similar experiences, Brandruth and Mobadi are completely different. The former thinks his responsibility has ended, so he is fortunate to be a prayer under the gate of the capital of the star, while the latter has voluntarily assumed a heavier The responsibility to put yourself in an endless battle.

But fate eventually brought the two kings together.

"This is Elena, the representative of the Star City, and my predecessor when I was studying prayer." The middle-aged man introduced the vampire behind him.

"Please come with me, the guardian is waiting for you." The beautiful blood clan took the conversation briefly, then made a "please" gesture.

"I'm Mobadi Singvez. She's my daughter, Zephylis." The tall man, who is also a night clan, introduced himself like this.

"Are Mobadi and Zephylis, very good names?" The other smiled.

Although it is not yet clear whether the opponent is an enemy or a friend, Elena obviously does not intend to maintain a polite and dull atmosphere while sailing, so she asks a straightforward question: "Speaking of which, Brandrut Title is 'King', what about yours? "

"Title?" The question from his compatriots was a bit surprising to Mobuti, but there was no reason for refusing to explain. "That was just for the purpose of achieving confidentiality during magic communication or letter delivery. Although I have different Proposed a corresponding solution, but it is not a proper symbol. As for myself, because of the easily identifiable relationship, I have no title. "

"It's a boring answer." Elaine pouted her lips. "But what kind of title do you want to give yourself if possible?"

What kind of title do you want to give yourself? That kind of thing has never been considered. But maybe it's not a question of the title itself, but because the "what you want" has never been considered.

Facing the obvious temptations of the other party, Mobadi was speechless.