"Good guy, it's really big enough, is it the Dragon King?" Nolde's expression gradually became serious. The dwarves formed the strongest formation, slowly and silently approaching the dangerous target.
The next moment, the undead dragon suddenly flapped its wings, and the surrounding mist fled in all directions as if awakened, and the huge swimming body became a blurry black shadow shuttling among the clouds.
"We've been discovered~!" Nolde issued an order loudly, "Priest, pray for Luvis' protection~! Quick~!"
The body of the storm griffin was gradually wrapped in a warm golden color amidst the muttering of prayers, and the weapons in the hands of the dwarves also glowed with silvery white light. With the roar of the Dragon King of the North running through his ears, even the warrior who had experienced many battles couldn't help becoming nervous at this moment, and subconsciously clenched the throwing ax in his hand.
The first head-to-head confrontation with the undead dragon is about to begin.
Klaferig spread his wings and glides at high speed. The tips of the wings broke two white trails in the morning mist. Needless to say, the target of this team of raiders is obviously the Purple Flame Stone. And the Dragon King has only one task - to kill all enemies who try to get close to the treasure. With a second deafening growl, he struck first.
The icy dragon's breath tore through the barrier of the atmosphere, and the formation of griffins trembled in the wave-like airflow like leaves in the wind, and the formed formation was quickly blown to pieces. And the golden flames surrounding the living body were making hissing noises, struggling in the pitch-black wind.
Nolde raised his head against the howling air pressure to search for the target, and when he came back to his senses, the huge body of the Dragon King was close in front of him. The dwarf threw the ax in his hand reflexively, but it missed - Klaferig dodged his attack with agility that was not commensurate with his body. In the blink of an eye, the throwing ax that was dragging a golden light disappeared into it. In the endless darkness. And the black shadow wrapped in cold passed by.
The passing confrontation caused a violent sonic boom, which pierced through the eardrums of the dwarves in an instant. They couldn't help but give up their fighting posture and covered their ears one after another. And amidst the ear-piercing resonance, a scream without warning made everyone's hearts twitch violently.
A griffin's head was crushed by Klaferrig, and its lifeless body, like a kite with a broken string, fell straight to the ground, and soon turned into a tiny black spot in the pupil. The dwarves on board were torn into pieces, as if to warn, the Dragon King scattered the pieces of metal armor and flesh in the air at random, and the strong smell of blood immediately filled the entire sky.
"Damn~!" Nord, who witnessed all this, cursed loudly, his face flushed with anger.
Klaferig remained silent, and there was no delay in his actions. The undead dragon drew a beautiful turning trajectory in the air, and once again spewed icy airflow towards the attackers. Immediately afterwards, the Dragon King folded his wings and swooped down towards the enemy in front of him. That posture was like an unrivaled sharp arrow, shooting at the shield formation hastily formed by the dwarves. But this time, the anger caused the warriors to withstand the cold dragon's breath, and launched a counterattack before the dragon king approached.
Eleven throwing axes contained the power of the holy light and tore the black curtain covering the sky to pieces. The counterattack of the dwarf warrior is like a huge net, trying to capture the oncoming behemoth. Most of the attacks were missed by the opponent's quick movements, but two of them still hit the target. Shining golden flowers instantly bloomed on the Dragon King's body, burning the body made of cold and death.
The Holy Light buried the severe pain deep into the bone marrow, and Klaferig immediately roared in a low voice uncontrollably. But such trauma could not make him flinch at all. On the contrary, the enraged Dragon King launched an attack with greater strength. After another close encounter, the second dwarf warrior was sent to the grave by the sharp dragon's tooth.
If this continues, we will all be killed by that damn reptile~! Nord's brows were deeply furrowed, his eyes fixed on the figure exuding death and fear. Whenever the critical moment comes, this carefree dwarf will arm himself with silence until he calmly hits the Achilles' heel of a powerful enemy.
At this moment, Nord's gaze was as sharp as a blade.
"You guys~! Cover the attack~!" He issued an order to his compatriots in the dialect of Terras, "I want to go to the head of that lizard~!"
"But, my lord..."
"Shut up~! Let's attack right away~!" Nolde pulled out the huge battle ax behind his back, the heavy feel and the burning light on the edge greatly boosted the dwarf's confidence, "We need to give that guy some color~! "
The sharp knives of the storm griffin elite met the roaring dragon king.
Despite the protection of the power of the Holy Light, the powerful dragon's breath still made Nolde tremble all over, and the cold wind blew on his face, which was as painful as a knife. But the stubborn dwarf ignored all physical warnings. He stood up from his mount against the wind pressure, and manipulated the griffin to pounce on the oncoming enemy.
Seeing the leader's desperate behavior, the soldiers immediately attacked the Dragon King. Regardless of the danger of being hit by his own men, Nolde hid in the golden trail drawn by the throwing axe, and quickly approached the huge body. When Klaferig noticed the dwarf's attempt, Nolde had already jumped up, swung the tomahawk with all his strength, and chopped down towards the broad back.
The dragon king's scales were stronger than the ice in the north, but under the impact of unimaginable speed, the blow of breaking the mountain still tore a huge wound on it. The jagged blade bit deeply into Klaferig's body. The severe pain caused the dragon to roar and struggle in the air, trying to shake off the enemy on its back. The eyes of the Dragon King burned, and the surrounding fog was saturated with fear and killing intent. Even the storm griffin no longer obeyed the control of the dwarves at this moment, but instinctively avoided the unstoppable anger.
The dwarf's body kept colliding with the hard dragon scales in the turbulent waves, and the mithril armor made a sharp friction sound, and some of them were even dented. But Nolde just grabbed the handle of the ax without saying a word, and swallowed the blood gushing out of his throat.
Klaferig was furious, not only because of the pain coming from his back, but also because of the awakened memory.
Dragons are the most powerful force in the North. The Millennium Spider Kingdom tried to occupy the territory belonging to the white dragons, but just trying, it paid the price of thousands of warriors, and finally had to flee back to the underground lair in embarrassment. The barbarians once plundered the lonesome's treasures, but the ensuing vengeance drove them thousands of miles away, trailing cold and starving corpses along the way.
This is the White Dragon Clan, the most noble family in the Northland under the rule of Klaferig, who will never compromise, never submit, and can only be destroyed, not enslaved.
However, the knights of Ishutoli broke this legend, and they conquered the White Dragon Clan.
Klaferig, who fought bloody on the front line, tasted the taste of defeat for the first and only time. He will never forget the death knight with water-cold fire in his eyes, and the sting of the icy giant sword piercing his head. However, even with all the blood shed, the Dragon King still cannot rest in peace. In order to maintain the existence of the remaining dragons, he reached an agreement with Ishutoli and became a part of the army of the undead.
Since I can't get into the ground, then I have to destroy everything in my eyes, destroy this world that imprisoned me~! With a body that doesn't know pain, I will never fail again~! So proud Klafeliger swore to himself. But, at this moment, does this ugly and small dwarf dare to challenge himself
Unforgivable~!
When he found that flying with all his strength could not shake off the enemy on his back, Klaferig slowed down. The storm griffins who were chasing after them quickly approached. The fighting spirit in the dwarves' eyes says it all—they will never abandon their leader.
The Dragon King just watched the enemies gather around with contempt.
"Thanks to you, I'm in a very bad mood now, thank you." The Dragon King's eyes overflowed with a cold light, and the breath of death covering his whole body also permeated the air, "It lasts until the end of the battle. Let's go~!"
The dazzling chain of lightning cut through the thin clouds, and the silver light was like an enraged poisonous snake, unscrupulously pounced on the surrounding griffins. The dwarves quickly dodged, but the branches extending from the thick electric light still brushed past the armor, making their bodies tremble uncontrollably.
Under the magical bombardment of Kraferig, the formation that was about to gather was quickly destroyed, and the storm griffins had to wander on the edge of the battlefield, waiting for the opportunity to attack. But after smashing the opponent into a mess, the Dragon King did not stop chanting the spell. In the empty and silent battlefield, the lightning flashed again, and this time, it hit the caster himself.
Nolde was still trying his best to support it. Although there were strong barbs on the ax blade, it had gradually begun to loosen under the opponent's violent movements. The dwarf who had planned to crush the Dragon King's head only now realized that he had fallen into a completely passive situation. The cold breath permeating from the undead dragon's body is gradually devouring the power of the holy light that protects him. Nolde feels that the cold seems to have penetrated into the gradually paralyzed limbs and penetrated into the depths of the bone marrow. But he has no intention of giving up.
Until the thunder falls.
The bright blue light was flowing on Klaferig's body, it was not enough to hurt the mighty Dragon King, but it was a fatal blow to the enemy on his back. Attracted by the smell of metal, all the thunder rushed towards the battle ax that Nolde held tightly, and the dwarf let go of it in time before it was scorched into charcoal. In the next instant, the gust of wind immediately pulled the warrior who lost his support into the air.
The undead dragon let out a ferocious roar, turned around and jumped at the falling dwarf.
The bloody mouth of the Dragon King was close at hand, and the stench mixed with the howling cold wind came towards him, as if to freeze time at that moment. That's the smell of death.
The sharp dragon claws pierced Nolde's body, and his whole body twitched, but before losing consciousness, the dwarf didn't think much, just projected the dagger in his hand towards the purple crystal ball that was also shining in front of him.
"Finally disintegrated, the offensive of the undead..." Kadar showed a gratified smile. The bloody chariot still didn't stop attacking, and frequently fired fireballs into the city, but at this moment it completely lost its aim, almost never hitting the target. Reinforcement troops no longer need to be huddled outside the range of the catapults, but can quickly support the fiercely fighting city walls. On the contrary, regardless of fatigue, the undead who attacked in the morning showed signs of decline.
The flag of the Holy See flying proudly at the top of the city once again successfully withstood the baptism of war.
But when the sage looked up at the sky, he found that less than half of the storm griffins had returned. When the dwarven warriors staggered to the ground, Kadar realized that their armor was all frozen, and there was no joy in their expressions. The young commander wandered through the crowd looking for his old friend, but found nothing.
"Where's Nolde?" Kadar asked with a trembling voice.
"Dead, at the claws of the Dragon King." The dwarf in charge replied briefly, "Call the priest over, and there are new equipment, the throwing axes are all used up, and the armor is broken."
"But..." Sage couldn't catch up with the other party's words for the first time.
"Although the magic weapon was destroyed, that bastard is still fighting on it. If we rest here, Master Nolde's soul will also be humiliated." More is the raging fighting spirit.
The purple light trembled, gradually shrank and became smaller, and finally went out uncontrollably.
Richard sighed. Before him was another of the twin Purple Flame Stones, and the extinguishing of the flame meant only one thing—the crystal was dead.
"Even if it is the King of the White Dragon, it's nothing more than that. Inform Roland, suspend the attack, and now there is no way to effectively use the bloody chariot to support the battle." Juezhong had turned to the noon position, "There are still three and a half days..."
The angry Klaferig gave up his mission, and his huge body quickly blended into the noisy battlefield. Even at that moment, the balance of victory tilted straight towards the undead. The Storm Griffin could only descend to seek help from the archers. However, even the powerful magic cast by the Dragon King cannot reverse the progress of the battle, because it is just the ripples caused by the stones, which will soon disappear on the calm water.
The army of the undead is withdrawing from the battlefield of the siege, and the black body is like the ebbing sea water, falling from the city wall that has been washed repeatedly. With the fading of the frost curtain, the scarred surface of Dalanla's city wall was exposed, but under the sunlight, the sharp-edged outline still stood firm and upright, as if laughing at the tiny knight in front of him.
"Don't stand in front of me~!" Roland clenched the weapon in his hand, and rushed towards the towering behemoth in his vision again.
However, the rain of arrows pouring down from the top of the city made everything meaningless. The silver light whizzed and cut into the gap where the halberd turned, pierced through the bright silver armor, and buried deep into his body.
No matter how light the movement is, no matter how powerful the block is, the death knight can't make a step forward, but the desire for revenge in those water-colored pupils shows no signs of extinguishing. Like a moth to a flame, the gray-haired figure still insisted on going upstream, charging tirelessly repeatedly, but was repelled again and again.
In the next moment, dazzling sparks suddenly exploded in front of Roland without warning. A transparent screen broke all the arrow feathers from the city wall, and before the power of magic, the death knight had no choice but to rein in his horse.
"Here again, are you planning to commit suicide before the revenge succeeds?" Richard's unhurried voice sounded beside him, "Even the Dark Eagle can't break through such a defense."
"Kraferrig is really disappointing, the power of human beings has clearly reached its limit~!" Roland's tone was mixed with anger, "As long as we can last until tonight, we can attack the city gate, as long as we have a little more time …”
"But the undead also has a limit, right? Even if you can't succeed this time, you will definitely be able to fulfill your wish next time." Lich was surprised by the other party's reaction, "Death knights have immortal bodies. Since they have been waiting for ten years, Why can't I face it rationally now?"
"I can't answer this kind of question myself, maybe it's instinct." Roland's expression became complicated, "I was born for this kind of thing, so..."
"That's right," the Lich smiled, "But since the main force has already retreated, there's no point in staying here. Please retreat together, sir."
Since yesterday afternoon, the offensive that lasted for nearly a day has come to a halt across the board. Now, death knights and ghouls are carefully cruising outside the attacking range of the defenders, while the skeleton warriors relaxed their tense bowstrings and stood quietly Waiting for the next order, even the bloody chariot has stopped roaring at this moment.
All sounds subsided. At this moment, Dalanla is like a lonely island, floating on the stagnant water that emits a cold breath.
However, everyone knows that maybe in the next moment, that frozen black sinkhole will boil up and become magma burning with soul fire.
The days of winter are always short, and the orange sunset begins to sink behind the towering city walls. But the human fighters above the bird's-eye view point did not have any poetic imagination. The cold mist is flowing around with the restlessness of the undead, and all signs indicate that a new battle is about to start again under the cover of night.
The light of the torches spread all over the city, forming a long winding snake. Under the dim light, elongated shadows were dancing wildly. And the darkness crawling under the city wall seems to swallow everything, quickly spreading to the place with warm blood, even burning logs, huge steel golems and shining swords can't Stop that crazy onslaught.
The fall of night dulls human senses, and even dwarves with excellent night vision cannot easily capture the cold bodies of the dead. On the contrary, the tireless death knights and the ghouls who use resentment as tentacles to capture everything in the outside world are completely unaffected. Under the wave after wave of undead attacks, the alliance's front line was retreating step by step, whether it was the night sky or the top of the city.
"Although fighting at night is hard, even undead who know no fear and fatigue cannot take down Dalanla, which has a history of hundreds of years, within a few days." After silently observing the battlefield, Kadar finally put His eyes turned to the friendly figure on the side, "We will not lose to those guys who climbed out of the grave, absolutely."
"En~!" Dilicia nodded with a smile, "Today's battle is very intense, you go to rest first, and leave this place to me."
"If anything happens..."
"Don't worry, I will notify you in time," the female knight tried to make the atmosphere more relaxed, "Or, do you think the acting head of the Holy Sword Knights can't even handle emergencies?"
"That's right." The corner of the sage's mouth raised slightly.
However, before Kadar turned around, the scene in front of him was like a steel-cast chain, firmly imprisoning him on the battlefield.
The frenzied hissing of ghouls rang through every part of the city wall, and under the squirming icy sea water, the elite fighters from the Spider Kingdom were silently carrying out another task - to dig out a through-hole Authentic in the city. The faint light of the torches cannot tear off the cover of night, and the clamor on the surface of the battlefield obscures human perception, and everything is under cover. Death knights will bypass the solid defenses and drive their icy blades straight through the backs of humans.
If it weren't for the excavation team being sucked into the buried magic vortex.
On the surface of the black ocean, waves soared into the sky in an instant, and deafening bangs spewed out from the crack of the explosion, and then it turned into a torrential rain, sprinkling severed limbs, minced flesh, and cold-blooded scarlet hail.
The earth seemed to be awakened by some kind of creature, huge hills rose up and down here and there, the army of undead rose and fell with the angry roar, and even the magnificent city wall of Dalanla trembled uncontrollably.
The masterpiece of the magic capital - the sand spring magic circle, the extremely powerful earth element magic. When these carefully drawn graphics are imprinted into the depths of the earth, they become deadly traps that may be triggered by the careless at any time.
Kadar built a real three-dimensional defense system for the capital of Alazea. Even the cold wind from the north had to stop before it.
On the surface, the two sides were still in a deadlocked battle, a large rain of arrows shuttled between the city wall and the ground, the soldiers shouted and rolled the logs down the top of the city, and the eyes of the death knights never stopped burning. But under that bluffing noise, the undead's offensive has completely frozen.
The reserve troops of the deceased were immediately dispatched—the Shadows of the Abyss, who had been on standby, were now finally in action. The isolation performance of the crimson magic circle, as well as the rare number, make these monsters who are good at magic useless in siege. But now, the phantom, shaped like smoke, has become the guard of the excavation team. They began to carefully sense hidden traps with their talents, and dispelled them with their own magic power.
The layout of the underground magic circle was more complicated than Richard expected. Although the alliance did not set up many large magic circles, the small magic circles around the periphery were dotted around. Once triggered, it may cause a chain reaction. Even for Shadow of the Abyss, who is familiar with magic, such a task is a huge challenge.
It took a whole day to remove the obstacles. It was not until the third night that the phantoms cleared a road to the foot of the city wall. The spider warriors changed the slowness before and quickly extended the wide tunnel into Dalanla In the city.
"The attack will be launched soon." Roland led the mount and groped forward in the dark ground without a trace of light.
"Don't worry, there will definitely be an exciting battle waiting for us." Alsace teased his colleagues.
Behind the two are three hundred high-level death knights, who shoulder the important task of opening the city gate. And the hundred shadows of the abyss acting as guards can ensure that the underground passage will not collapse under the influence of spells.
At this moment, the dark road is coming to an end, and the spider warriors at the end are carrying out the last process - constructing a place big enough for the death knights to rush out of the tunnel in an instant and play all their strengths. the power of.
"That's right here, those undead are below." The mage's footsteps stopped on a small square near the city gate.
When the underground passage passed through the city wall, the sensitive detection magic sensed the abnormality of the leylines. However, although humans used magic to cause several small earthquakes, the undead did not seem to be affected, and the earthquake resistance of the passage was extremely strong. unusual.
The only way to deal with it is to annihilate the undead when they break through the ground.
The main defensive force with paladins surrounded the place, the surrounding area was supported by mages and priests, and the archers were hiding in the nearby houses. With the square as the center, there are more than 2,000 warriors gathered here. The wind and snow gradually increased, but everyone kept their eyes on the ground in front of them, afraid that any detail would escape their control.
"Here we come~!" The young paladin standing at the forefront shouted.
The cracks on the ground were like black lightning, spreading across the entire square in an instant, and in the next instant, with a rumbling sound, countless fragments burst open, and a large hole with a diameter of more than ten meters collapsed in the center of the square.
Several flashes of light shot out from the black abyss, burning people's sights. With the help of that moment of chaos, the phantom rushed to the ground first, unscrupulously allowing the power of magic to penetrate human flesh and blood.
The death knight who had been waiting on the vertical pit wall for a long time followed closely behind, and the entire square suddenly became an angry volcano, spewing out magma wrapped in ice.
The defenders who had recovered immediately began to counterattack. The scorching holy light penetrated the bright silver armor, biting the souls of the dead. Locust-like arrows roared above their heads. However, human beings were still unable to stop the advance of the black blade.
A priest was stunned by what he saw. He couldn't imagine why the flames of the holy light couldn't stop the death knight's charge, and before he could react, the frost pierced through the flesh under the chain mail.
"Don't try to stop me~!" Roland's eyes shone with vengeance, and the mount immediately leaped high and passed over the head of the paladin in front of him. There is only one scene reflected in the water-colored pupils—Dalanla The main gate of the city.
Two silver paladins are guarding the city gate control room. The corridor leading here can only allow an adult man to walk sideways, which can be regarded as an extremely strong defense. However, the screams from outside the iron door at the other end of the corridor still made the two of them highly nervous.
Frost's Grief, which cut iron like mud, split open the gate, and the undead gathered by resentment formed an undercurrent, screaming frighteningly, and pounced on the enemy at the head. At the same time, a knight dagger shot at another target with incomparable precision.
As soon as he used the power of the holy light to dispel the gnawing of the undead, the oncoming cold sword wind made the paladin grit his teeth. The small space in the control room limited the power of the giant sword, and the intruder immediately abandoned the weapon in his hand and switched to fighting to attack. The falling of items, the breaking of simple furniture, and all kinds of harsh noises filled the ears of the three of them, until the crisp sound of bone breaking ended all the chaos.
The spine of one of them was broken under the blow, and his life was taken away immediately. Another person's wrist was twisted. At this moment, the injured paladin was leaning against the corner of the wall, staring angrily at the enemy in front of him. The corners of his mouth opened slightly, as if he was about to say something, but the words were stuck in his throat forever - the victor kicked him sideways without hesitation, and shattered his neck bone.
Breaking through the heavy defenses and passing through the barrier of the Holy Light, Roland was the first to come here relying on the memory of ten years ago. At this moment, not only the armor is scarred, but also dark red cold blood is oozing from several wounds on the body—even the body of the death knight has reached its limit under such a battle. However, the water-colored pupils burning The cold fire showed no sign of abating.
"Immediately... my wish will come true..." Roland muttered to himself, and flicked the switch of the city gate.
"It's really neat." A cynical tone sounded behind him.
"You're too slow, Arthas." Roland frowned. "How's the situation outside?"
"The skeleton warriors can finally exert their power now, and the ghouls are following them to charge," the other party replied succinctly, "We have already controlled the west gate, and we are responding to the troops from the north and south gates, while the human alliance is heading towards the east gate. Back in direction."
"Very well, let them go faster~!"
"Of course, Richard hopes to destroy all important facilities, including the city walls, before retreating." The death knight with red pupils added.
Roland's expression was at a loss for a moment: "What? Retreat?"
"Yes, the scouts found a large number of reinforcements, more than 60,000, and they are rapidly marching towards Dahlan."
"Impossible, today is only the fourth day..." Roland retorted meaninglessly.
"Obviously, the information we got was wrong." Alsace's mood did not change much. "It seems that they got the news of our army's attack immediately, and the speed of support seems to be completely unaffected by Daxue." impact, if you don't retreat as soon as possible... "
"Enough." Roland's eyes were as sharp as knives, "Alsace, immediately gather a team of death knights~! We're already here, how can we give up... we must not let our efforts come to naught~! I have already waited It's been a full ten years, and the end of Wendam can't be delayed for even a second~!"
"It's all yours, sir." The corner of the other party's mouth raised slightly.
The Return of the First Chapter: The Ice Labyrinth
The winter sun slowly flows into the hall along the hollow dome.
The sound of the clash of weapons, the explosion of fireballs, and the shouts of soldiers came and went, but these signs of the battlefield were not related to this place. The Luvis Temple is like a holy place independent of the present world, separating blood, massacre and fear from the high wall, leaving only loneliness and silence.
The statue of the goddess is bathed in the falling light, guarding the temple with a peaceful expression. And in the center of the hall, a penitent is praying devoutly, motionless, as if he has become a statue. Although the shouts of killing were gradually approaching, he had no intention of leaving at all. It wasn't until the gate of the temple opened that the drooping head finally lifted slowly.
"Your Majesty~!" The royal knight interrupted the king's prayer in disregard of etiquette. The young face was showing anxiety and uneasiness. "The death knight has already attacked~! If you don't leave, I'm afraid..."
"Thank you, but I'm already tired, so it's the same wherever I go." Wendam just shook his head, "Has that matter been confirmed?"
"It's confirmed, I saw it with my own eyes, Your Majesty. But..."
"That's enough. Thank you for your hard work, please leave this place quickly." The king stopped the other party's persuasion, "As for me, after going through all this, I have no other place to go, so I can only stay here to wait for the judgment of fate Don't worry, Luvis will guide everything."
The knight didn't say anything more, just bowed deeply, then turned and left.
"My life will probably end here, right?" Wendam's shoulders suddenly collapsed as he watched the other party leave, and his expression seemed to be half a century older than before.
The scene ten years ago, regardless of the master's will, forcibly emerged from the deepest part of his mind—the girl whose body was getting colder, the altar soaked in blood, and the statue of the goddess that looked particularly weird against the red background. Everything seemed to have just happened, and even the strong smell of blood filled the entire hall at this moment, washing away that ethereal holiness into the endless abyss. Wyndham stole other people's futures for his own survival, and now he knows he must pay the price.
Wendam took a deep breath, trying to regain consciousness, but the taste of death gradually rose from the base of his tongue. Then, a gust of wind mixed with ice shards made his whole body feel extremely stinging.
Because that was not a shocking memory, but the anger and hatred accumulated for ten years.
Roland stood in front of the Luvis Temple, his bright silver armor was stained red by large blood stains, and the frost in his hand reflected the icy cold light. The gate had been hacked into pieces, and the cold wind mixed with snowflakes whimpered in the hall. When the once familiar figure was reflected in those burning eyes, the death knight's hands trembled involuntarily. The flames of the soul flowed through his whole body, reducing everything that touched its edge to ashes.
"The time for judgment has come~!" The Avenger's voice was as sharp and ruthless as ice. Nothing can stop him at this moment.
The gray-haired figure strode into the Temple of Luvis, and the warm sunlight was dispelled in an instant, replaced by oppressive cold. Twelve death knights followed wordlessly, surrounding Wendam in the middle. They stared at the trembling human expressionlessly, like a group of crows eager for sacrifices, waiting to peck at the blood and flesh of the dead.
Although he had already realized it, the courage of the king disappeared without a trace in an instant. Wendam lowered his head to let his eyes avoid the burning cold fire of the other party, and then cleared his throat, painfully and slowly. He read out the name of the person in front of him: "Roland..."
The next moment, with a groan of pain, the king fell to his knees—the passing sword light severed his tendons. However, the blood did not flow out, and the wound was frozen at the same time.
A soul longing for revenge is not in a hurry to give its prey death. He wants to slowly enjoy the moment when his wish is fulfilled, and fill his broken soul with the pain of the prey.
The death knight's eyes were filled with cold flames, as if they were about to overflow, but at this moment Roland was unusually calm: "We finally meet, Wendam. I have been waiting ten years for this moment."
Wen Dam didn't answer, he just repeated Lu Weisi's name in an intermittent voice, and closed his eyes tightly, refusing to accept everything that had happened.
"At any time, you are just a coward who is greedy for life and afraid of death~! Ten years ago, you even sacrificed your long life in order to survive." The death knight bent down, letting the blade of the dagger in his hand brush against the opponent's cheek , and then slammed the dagger into Wendam's thigh. Severe pain burned the king's whole body, and he immediately let out a sharp wail, and twitched and rolled on the cold ground.
"And today, all you can do is to escape shamelessly~!" Roland looked coldly at the prey's ugly appearance, then picked up the weak body of the prey, his cold hands strangled the warmth that still remained. neck.
"Don't think that you are smart enough to escape the punishment of revenge." That cold voice was full of cruel killing intent, "Today I will give everything back, just like what you did to me ten years ago... the one called Katoli's girl is not qualified to live any longer~!"
Wendam's pupils dilated in an instant, and his body began to struggle subconsciously.
"Do you want to use yourself as a bait so that your daughter can escape from the secret passage? The idea is indeed very good, but it is a pity that I have deployed enough troops. Even Asuka can't leave Dalanla, let alone your daughter?"
"Don't... don't do that, please, Roland..." The death knight's words were like a cold long sword, piercing through the king's last dignity in an instant, "You can do anything to me, please forgive her, please forgive my daughter Well... she didn't do anything wrong..."
"Do you feel that heart-piercing feeling? But even if you regret it now, nothing can be changed..." Roland's pupils overflowed with burning flames, and the painful expression froze on his crazy face, "So, I I won’t leave you any luck~! Those who stain the ancient blood must die~!”
The pressure on the neck suddenly disappeared. However, before Wendam, who had been released from the prison, hit the ground, Frost Lament radiating cold flames pinned him in the air. The sharp sword pierced through the chest and pierced the back, and the bright red liquid gushed out like a fountain, washing away the frozen blood stains on the silver armor.
Before Windham's eyes lost sight, he heard Roland's last words - "I will tear your last hope to shreds."
A pale torrent of skeleton warriors flooded the streets of the city. The army of ghouls that followed spread the cold frozen soil everywhere in sight. The city gates in the west, south, and north have all been captured, and the undead are like a flood that has broken its embankment, destroying everything that can be destroyed.
Accompanied by the sound of a dull explosion, the strong city walls of Dalanla were shaken into ruins. Sensing that human reinforcements were coming, the liches quickly destroyed the defense facilities with corpse explosion techniques, paving the way for the next attack. And all the granaries in the city were on fire, and the bright red flames were greedily licking the snowflakes flying in the air.
Kadar has no intention of retreating, as long as reinforcements arrive, the whole situation can be reversed and the coalition forces will regain control of the city. But before that, one more step back, and all of Dharamla would be destroyed by necromancy and fire.
Alliance fighters are fighting to the death to keep this step.
Dilicia galloped on her horse. As soon as she escaped from the secret passage in the city, the undead ambusher who had been waiting for a long time stood in front of her. The battle was extremely fierce. All six guarding paladins and seven high-level mages were killed, and she was the only one who was able to break out of the encirclement—but It is by no means a complete retreat. A wound on the shoulder was oozing blood, and the hastily wrapped gauze was quickly swallowed by the spreading red, but the female knight didn't care.
She didn't even have time to mourn her comrades. Now I must find the reinforcements as soon as possible, and then deploy them to the correct counterattack point at the first time, so that the alliance can stop the black tide before the entire city falls.
Not only that, but there is a more important reason to drive the female knight to break out of the encirclement regardless. She wasn't alone—Katori was sitting on the front of the saddle, holding Dilicia tightly.
In the ambush just now, a death knight's long blade cut through the little princess' clothes. At this moment, the howling cold wind made her whole body stiff, and the flying snow blurred her eyes. However, the city of Dalhara, which was engulfed by thick smoke and red light, was still clearly engraved on those emerald green pupils. middle.
The girl knew all that the sight represented. It was exactly the same thing as the sadness and fear contained in the helpless eyes when he saw his father for the last time a few days ago.
"Sister, I'm so scared..." Katori murmured in a low voice, subconsciously hugging her. The armor was very cold, but the girl felt much more at ease.
"Don't worry, you'll be in a safe place soon." The female knight replied gently. Has she noticed it? Looking at the girl with red and swollen eyes, Dilicia hugged her tightly in response, silently praying that all this would not cause her heart to be indelibly hurt.
At this moment, an arrow feather pierced through the air, accurately piercing the heart of the mount from the rear, and the paladin's beloved horse immediately fell down with a wail. Dilicia subconsciously protected Katori, and under the effect of inertia, the two were thrown into the air, and rolled, leaving scattered traces one after another in the snow.
In the next instant, gray-haired shadows passed over their heads with unimaginable speed, and then lightly stopped a few steps away. The death knight's eyes were shining with a soul-snatching light, even the heavy snow that covered the sky could not stop the flame from burning.
That's the Avenger's obsession.
Roland dismounted and walked slowly towards his prey. Frost Lament had already been grasped tightly in the hands of the death knight at some point, and the berserk aura flowed out along the sharp blade, eroding a black abyss on the thick snow.
"Stop, Roland~!" Dilicia quickly drew out her long sword and blocked it in front of Katoli.
"Delicia, are you planning to stop me?" The death knight's voice echoed in the snow, hollow and indifferent.
"Windam's sins, as long as Wendam can bear it alone, it has nothing to do with Katoli~!"
"Are you asking me to 'forgive'?" The other party asked back with a sneer, "Look at those pupils~! And the color of that hair~! Those are from the past, not her face~!"
"No one can decide their parents, you are killing indiscriminately~!"
"Hahahahaha..." Roland's laughter was creepy, "There are always people who stand in front of me in the name of justice, but when I was betrayed and became a sacrifice for a long time, where were you? Delicia, what if If you’re preaching, let’s stop here~!”
"This time, Shuang Wai won't stop for you~!" As soon as the words fell, the dazzling sword light was already in full bloom.
The fight didn't last long. The wounded body made the long sword weak, and the cold snow made the paladin's actions stagger. After only a few rounds of confrontation, the long sword in Dilicia's hand was thrown away, and her slender body fell into the white snow at once. The bright red color slowly seeped out from under her body, making her look particularly dazzling.
Roland silently raised the Frost Grief in his hand, and pointed the ice-encircled sword towards the sky as a challenge, and cut the golden sunlight into countless thin lines. The silhouette outlined by the snow's reflection is soaked in impenetrable darkness, only the burning flame in the eyes dances frantically in the almost frozen time.
The big sword is about to cut down.
But before that happened, Katoli's thin body suddenly pounced on Delicia. The fear on the girl's expression couldn't be concealed, and her frozen throat couldn't make a sound. But even so, her arms were still wrapped around the almost unconscious Dilicia, tighter than ever.
It is a guarding gesture.
At that moment, the coldness in Roland's eyes shook uncontrollably.
The frantic slap still echoes in the vengeful soul. Don't think about anything, just cut it down~! The voice told him so. The death knight let out a beast-like dull roar from his throat, as if he was fighting against some invisible force, and he held the hilt of Frost Wrath's sword more tightly with both hands.
But the tense atmosphere was suddenly broken. A silver arrow pierced through the broken armor without warning, buried deep in the death knight's body, and then another arrow drew a silvery trajectory in the air. The impact caused Roland to lose his balance in an instant.
"The situation is not good, release the arrow~!" The paladin who shot two arrows pulled the bowstring again, and behind him was the vanguard of a group of Holy Grail Knights.
The young knight quickly came to the two of them, and put the cloak on the shivering girl. The elite troops of the knight order immediately built a solid defensive formation and patrolled around vigilantly, but they couldn't find anything , the black figure just now had already disappeared in the white snow.
Roland's whole body trembled uncontrollably.
The sword bestowed by Ishutoli, the body that is tireless and fearless, is now trembling uncontrollably like a fragile flesh and blood body. The scene engraved in the eyes appeared again and again, and caused a strong resonance in the depths of the memory.
Ten years ago, Jiu Yuan also guarded me like this, right? Exactly the same as what she just did...
So I will show mercy? The cold fire in Roland's eyes had long been extinguished, and he stared intently at his cold hands, the snowflakes falling on them formed various mysterious patterns.
"Forget it, that's fine." The death knight tore off the damaged armor forcefully, and tightly held the pendant that emitted a warm light on his chest, "Because, no matter what, she has no way to come back."
"Jiu Yuan, I miss you so much..." Roland murmured, waves of loneliness and coldness floated in Roland's eyes.
The winter wind whimpered and blew the long gray hair, and the crystal-clear shaved snowflakes jumped happily in the air, but when the white dancing with the wind came into the sight of the death knight, everything turned into a torrent of memory, pouring into the already extinguished in the soul.
The fluttering hair and emerald eyes, the dancing figure, the silver bell-like laughter and gentle words, the vivid memory is lit up again, and everything seems to have happened just yesterday.
Where are you taking me
Rest assured, the strongest prayer will be here to protect you~!
It's just... just a little concerned.
Thanks.
Please live on...
"Jiuyuan~!" Roland shouted his lover's name loudly, and stretched out his hand to try to touch the misty illusion, but it was in vain. The snowflake no longer stayed on the icy body, but directly penetrated through it~! The body of the death knight is gradually transforming into a transparent silhouette...
The deceased immersed in their own memories forgets everything around them, and the sense of existence still lingering in the present world, like a candle in the wind, fades away quickly and silently. The wish has been fulfilled, so, rest in peace... Roland told himself.
"Please guard me until that day comes," another crisp voice slowly sounded, "until the dawn that belongs to Ishutori comes..."
The tone of voice is soft and soothing, but like water drops falling into a sinking pool, it stirs up layer after layer of ripples, causing the loud echo to wake up the sleeping people.
"Ishutori~!" Roland suddenly opened his eyes.
There was heavy snow flying in front of my eyes, and the blood-red flames outlined the bleak outline of Dalanla. The sound of violent collision of weapons, the roar of soldiers and the neighing of undead were uploaded from the distant battlefield.
Is that a dream? The death knight lowered his head and examined it carefully. Even though the snow fell heavily, there was no white crystals stained anywhere on his body. Until now, the hexagonal flowers are willing to perch on their shoulders.
Is it because of the agreement that I didn't disappear? Ishutoli, do you still want me to stay in this world... Roland subconsciously looked to the north, the land where the Ice Crown was located.
"He's back." Richard slowed his mount.
"Yes, he's back, but isn't it different?" Arthas frowned, "That guy no longer has power~!"
The Lich nodded in agreement, but his expression clearly indicated that everything was expected.
"Why did Ishutori do this? Why did he break the restraint of the death knight and let the person who lost his goal survive? It doesn't make any sense. Now Roland can't do anything..."
"Even the death knight will not exist forever according to the agreement?" Richard interrupted the other party's questioning, "Even the gods cannot see through fate, so how can you predict it? We have immortal bodies , as long as you wait quietly, you can understand the truth hidden behind the appearance. Isn't it?"
The Lich urged the horse to walk towards Roland: "Come on, let's meet the returning warrior together."
Even a labyrinth of ice will one day melt, and souls lost in it will find new paths—death or not. After all, fate is not a constant cycle, but an unpredictable spiral.
The Return of the Death Knight Part 1
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Dawn of the Second Prologue
The green glow seemed to permeate from the inside, soaking the entire sky and washing away the colorful aurora on the top of the ice crown. Under the pleasant light, even the snowflakes that flutter all year round are now covered with a layer of fresh green tulle. The figure in the goose yellow dress stood lightly among the crystal-clear shaved flowers, and the soft black silk poured down her shoulders, dancing and depicting the gesture of the wind.
At that moment, Roland even thought that Jiu Yuan was right in front of him.
"Olin, you're here~!" The girl turned around, and her bright emerald eyes lit up the entire hall.
"Yes, Ishutori." The death knight came back to his senses.
"Look, the light in the sky." The girl's slender fingers pointed to the sky.
"It has been going on since yesterday, and even your divine light has been covered up... What is that?"
"That's the calling of this world to me, and it's the same thing as the power Luvis got two hundred and thirty-five years ago." Ishutoli explained briefly, but his eyes gradually drifted away, "Understand the Alliance Orin of history, should know what that is."
"Dawn of Luvis..." Roland murmured.
"That's right, two hundred and thirty-five years ago, with the help of believers, Luvis successfully merged with the World Tree and became a 'god', possessing unparalleled power that can affect the spirit world, the ghost world and the present world However, she is still not a complete individual. God should strive to become perfect in order to achieve her own wishes, but Lu Weisi was lost in the powerful force, and could no longer hear the voice of the sea of thoughts. A delicate and complicated emotion was mixed in that clear voice, "For her, the path of fate has come to an end, and she can no longer continue to climb, so she wants to kill everything."
"Isn't becoming a god the ultimate goal?"
"Of course not, that's just a means to achieve faith," the girl shook her head, "but it's a necessary means, so I must become a god. When that time comes, I will complete what Luvis can't do. accomplished."
"What could it be...Ishutori's belief?" Roland stared at the other party thoughtfully.
"What is Olin's belief?" Ishutoli asked back.
"If you don't even have your own beliefs, how can you understand and appreciate other people's beliefs?" The girl's eyes suddenly became deep, "Ordinary people always want to pursue something, or guard something, so as to determine themselves The reason for existence, the death knights are the best embodiment, but...even Luvis, who is a statement, has lost herself, can such a small existence of mortals truly understand the deepest desire in his heart?"
The death knight fell silent for a moment.
"But that's just a theory after all. As for now, we just need to complete the agreed things." Ishutoli raised the corner of his mouth slightly, "Ou Lin's thinking is very interesting~!"
"For me, as long as I can find the World Tree in the west, it's all right?"
"When the agreement is completed, I will show the truth of the world to Olin." The girl's expression became serious.
"Well," Roland stretched his frowning brows and smiled back, "It's because of the agreement that I can still stand here. That's right, until the dawn of Ishutori, I will keep waving Of the sword~!"
"Then, get ready now, the journey will not be smooth sailing." She said as she handed out the ring in her hand, "Olin is Olin from Ishutori, and he has the body that I bestowed on him. With other powers, your blood can revive the World Tree and make it mine. But it is not easy to reach the Far West."
Roland nodded and took the ring.
Since the end of the battle of Dalanla, he returned to the Ice Crown and did not fight any more. For seven whole years, Shuang Wai never got out of her sheath. However, the peace of the Northland does not mean that the war is going smoothly. It took Richard nearly a year to break through the defense of the five cities—until all the walls were destroyed. After occupying the entire Alazea, the undead army finally invaded the complex terrain of Storgard. The next six years flashed by in the tug-of-war of confrontation.
This means that Shinto is not smooth, and humans still control the road to the World Tree, and the ring in their hands will be the key to this trip.
"The middle ring is 'sincere deceit'," Ishutoli said slowly, "have you told Olin about the function of this before?"
"Are you asking me to take advantage of this field through the Union?"
"If Orin is willing to use the power of this ring."
"Of course there's no problem," Roland raised his mouth slightly, "I've been an undead for a long time, and I don't mind changing my identity." He said, putting the ring on his finger.
In the next instant, golden light overflowed from the ring, like crazily growing vines, and spread along the death knight's arm to the whole body. Although he was mentally prepared, when he bent down towards the fountain, the reflection in the water still made Roland's eyes freeze for an instant.
Dazzling blond hair hangs down behind her, her frozen skin reveals healthy rosiness, her beautiful face is no longer cold, the only thing that remains the same is her water-colored pupils.
This is Roland's appearance before he became a death knight.
"Enn, I've wanted to see what Olin used to look like a long time ago, it's really good," Ishiutoli showed a mischievous smile, "If I were Jiu Yuan, I would probably fall in love with you too, right?"
"Ishutori~!" There was a hint of embarrassment in Roland's voice.
"Olin is blushing~! The ring I created with my strength is really effective." The girl ignored the other party's dissatisfaction at all, and her silver bell-like laughter jumped in the air with the flying snowflakes, "It's really rude it's..."
"Forget it, I'm used to it." Roland smiled wryly, "In short, I will try my best to get familiar with human gestures."
This attitude once belonged to me...
The sound of Frost Lament being unsheathed echoed in the hall. Roland tried to wave it a few times, and the sound of piercing the air followed. The edge of the blade is still extremely sharp, and the aura above it is as sharp as ever.
Forged in the name of God, you are innocent. The engraving on the sword was faintly shining with light.
Ishutori hopes that I can live, so this time I must do my best to fight for her with Shuangwai.
"Then it's time for me to leave. Take care, Ishutori." Roland paused for a moment, and then emphasized his tone, "I will definitely be able to fulfill the agreement with you~!"
"Well, please take care of everything, and Olin also take care." The girl replied solemnly, and Roland's figure finally mixed with the light of the Moon Flower, becoming an ethereal silhouette, and disappeared at the end of the hall.
He will travel through countless spheres of influence until he reaches the starting point of memory, the place where Ishutori's prophecy cannot be seen through—the capital of stars. There, the path further to the World Tree will be clear.
If you just run towards a certain goal like that, you will always get something inadvertently. My Olin, I hope you can find the truth of this world during the journey of memory.
And, the truth between me and Jiu Yuan.