"It's finally here..." Lord Wendell rubbed his temples nervously, but his tone was full of exhaustion and tension that couldn't be shaken off. At this moment, the heavy city gate of Dalanla was right in front of him.
The icy flames in the death knight's eyes lingered in his mind all the time, and even sleeping became the torment of nightmares. After escaping from Wendell, he has been urging his horse and running wildly for several days. When Cam finally arrived in the neighboring city of Desaq, he was almost regarded by the guards as a fugitive who escaped from prison and robbed. However, even though he was too tired to open his eyes, he still had no intention of resting.
"Master Cam, we have 4,000 Alazea's regular army here, you don't need to be so worried at all?" the other party said blankly. But the lord, who was like a frightened bird, just waved his hand, and then dragged his tired body to the transfer phalanx that had just been prepared. Desac's defense might not last half an hour in front of the death knight, and Lord Kam didn't want to have the experience of facing the undead face to face again.
Relying on the power of magic, it only took him a cup of tea to cross the vast plain across the Naga Mountains and arrive at the Temple of Journey outside the capital of Alazea.
The morning sun evenly smeared gold on the towers of Dalanla, making it almost merge with the crimson morning glow. It is also for this reason that the magic circle formed by these five tall obelisks is given the name "Crimson".
The majestic group of towers is not only a symbol of royal power, but also covers the entire city with a transparent and invisible curtain, completely isolating the flow of magic power inside and outside the city. Although it was necessary to set up a building called "Traveling Shrine" outside the city to welcome the mages who used the transfer phalanx, the six capitals of the Luvis Alliance have indeed greatly strengthened their defenses because of this— Siege magic would be blocked before the walls were destroyed, and the tactics of surprise attacks using the transfer phalanx were meaningless.
The lord silently looked at the scene of the red clouds and the surrounding sky, and the majestic tower finally made him relax for a while.
"Even the death knights can't capture this place, let alone the city of flames blocking it~!" The lord convinced himself in this way, and took a deep breath. Then he urged his mount and slowly walked towards the city gate under the shadow.
The magnificent reception hall in the Dahlanla Palace is now crowded with people due to Cam Lasavis’s urgent report. The civil servants and military generals are lined up on both sides of the hall, and at the end under the gorgeous statue of Luvis , is the king sitting on the throne—Windam Oland III.
With an eternally gentle expression, the goddess stretched out her wide wings, looking from the front as if she was protecting the king. However, for this ruler, there is another meaning hidden in this formal blessing—in the Luvis alliance, the teaching power is higher than the royal power, just as the statue of the goddess looks down on the mortals on the throne Same.
But not even the shrewdest kings could get rid of those wings, not only that, but they never even thought of it. After all, it is not secular power that restrains them, but an unparalleled great power, which is an existence that people in this world can never surpass and understand—the goddess Luvis.
What mortal would dare to rebel against the only god in this world
For three hundred years, before the alliance was established, the believers of Luvis, under the prophecy and protection of the goddess, defeated the enemy time and time again, expanded the territory, occupied resources and water veins. In the end, they not only established a great religious state across the continent, but also allowed the prosperity to continue to this day.
Therefore, this unexpected attack from the army of undead made the people of Changyi Jiuan smell the breath of panic-the listeners of the holy capital did not give any prophecy to Alazea.
At this moment, almost all eyes were focused on the haggard figure of Lord Wendell in the center of the hall. An oppressive atmosphere filled the entire hall, whispers wandered among the crowd, everything was like the damp and dull heat flow before the summer rainstorm.
"My lords, please be quiet. Let us listen carefully to the reports from the front line." Windham Oland, the supreme ruler of Alazea, finally spoke. Although he is over half a hundred years old, the long beard and the hair under the crown still exude a golden light like a lion's mane, and those piercing eyes add to the majesty of a king.
The hall fell silent for a moment, at least on the surface.
"Mr. Cam," Wendam's eyes turned to the focus of the discussion, the lord who tried to hide his uneasiness with fatigue, "describe the shameless deeds of those intruders here in detail, don't miss any details, then It is very important to the Knight Leaders."
Cam nodded, and began to talk about the offensive and defensive battle that terrified him a few days ago.
The Death Knight who reaps life, spreads nightmares and coldness is tantamount to a one-sided attack of massacre, faster than the north wind, and that bone-chilling cold and maddening undead... Although Cam deliberately suppressed it in front of everyone Although he could not control his fear, his trembling hands still betrayed the lord's heart. Along with the intermittent narration, restlessness and uneasiness are emerging from the quiet atmosphere from time to time.
"Those hateful undead don't sleep peacefully in the ground, but try to challenge Luvis's authority? It's unbelievable, ugly monsters also want to usurp the wealth that belongs to God?" Cam has not yet finished his narration, Wendam's The two eyebrows were knit together, "Cam, as a follower of Luvis and the lord of Wendell, why are you so greedy for life and afraid of death?"
The lord's head lowered at that moment, even though he was wrapped in fear, his self-esteem was still stabbed by the sharp words.
"I just hope that the capital can get the news earlier, so that the army can prepare for battle as soon as possible," he defended himself in a low voice, while avoiding all kinds of eyes around him. The next moment, Cam remembered what Roland told him, and the lord immediately planned to use this to divert his attention, "I'm not a coward~! I once negotiated face to face with the leader of a death knight, but unfortunately fell for their tricks, and finally I had to resort to abandoning the city~!"
"Oh? Can the undead speak?" Wendam asked involuntarily, "Mr. Cam, tell us what he said."
"The death knight asked me to bring a message to His Majesty the King..."
"What is it?"
"He said 'Roland Strife has returned, and brings a greeting of blood sacrifice,'" the lord recited verbatim.
The face of the originally calm king suddenly turned pale at this moment, as if his heart had been pierced by a sharp sword, his body twitched visibly. In the next instant, the heavy scepter slipped out of Wendam's trembling fingers, and the precious metal slammed into the marble floor. The crisp sound of the collision rippled like ripples, shaking the entire hall.
The restlessness hidden in people's hearts was ignited in an instant, and the speed was so fast that there was no time to refuse.
"Roland Strife? He is not the same person as the paladin who betrayed the country ten years ago?" The nobles in the know whispered their guesses below.
"What betrayed the country? Why didn't even I know?" Those who didn't know asked around, completely forgetting that they were in the reception hall of the palace. The faces of the priests and paladins who stood quietly by the side all sank—no one wanted the shame of the Church of Alazea to be brought up again. They looked at the chaotic hall coldly without saying a word.
A thunderous sound suddenly erupted, and the chaotic and noisy situation was frozen.
"Enough~! Shut up~!" The king who came back to his senses yelled loudly, the stagnant silence enveloped the people, and the lord who stood in the middle of the hall and said the name inadvertently tried his best to conceal his fear.
"Just because of an unproven confuse, are you going to be in such a mess? No matter who the other party claims to be, they are obviously the enemy of the goddess Luvis and a symbol of depravity~! They are death Knights, undead that exist against the laws of nature, I, Alazea, is the second largest country in the alliance, and I have the responsibility and obligation to crusade against them~! And this is also a patriotic war~!" Wendam's eyes swept across Passed through the hall, and finally stopped on Cam, "As for you, you are so weak in front of the enemy. Not only did the people who abandoned the territory escape alone, but you can't even tell the deceptive rumors from the real information. There is no If you are qualified to continue to be the lord of Alazea, I will deprive you of your qualification now~! Come on, take him to the cell~!"
After finishing speaking, Cam was immediately dragged out of the hall by two guards.
"Let's stop here today, it's useless to talk too much, please prepare for the battle first~!" Wendam said, and left the audience hall without looking back. But behind him, the fear and uneasiness of thawing haunted people's hearts with even greater force.
"How is this possible~! He is still alive~!" King Wendam's voice echoed in the small room, and could not disperse for a long time.
The ordinary and plain decoration shows that this room is not used frequently, but the powerful magic circle guarding the four walls is enough to prove that the importance of this place is absolutely no less than that of the round table meeting hall in the palace.
This is the king's chamber.
But the three people who were lucky enough to enter this place are currently in a very bad mood. King Wendam's majesty on the throne was gone, his anxiety and uneasiness were evident on his face, and the noise made by walking back and forth not only upset himself, but also affected the emotions of the other two.
One of them is the spokesperson of the Holy City here, Archbishop Frederick who manages the entire Elazea Church. White robes with green trim indicate that he is a high priest.
"We should have sent troops to hunt him down in the first place, otherwise such difficult problems would not have arisen~!" The king seemed to shirk his responsibility like a child, but the anxiety contained in his tone was far greater than that of him. He blamed the two of them.
"Your Majesty, sending only the Knights of the Rose is a helpless choice. If the national army had been involved at that time, perhaps it would have been impossible to hide it until now." Frederick shook his head and retorted.
The meaningless conversation between the two was quickly interrupted by another voice.
"Your Majesty, my lord bishop, I think what we should discuss now is not what we did wrong in the past, but what we should do now~! If you want to reflect, please wait until the end of the war. What do you two think of this proposal?" Then Still maintaining a calm tone belonged to Rivers, the Prime Minister of Alazea. Under the dim light, there were flickering shadows floating on his face.
"Destroying them is a good choice, just like what I announced in the palace." The king replied, "I think the royal hall will definitely make the same decision. For us, it just kills two birds with one stone."
"But the other party is a death knight~!" The bishop's expression was very serious, "If you don't have the help of the holy light, if you just use a sword to deal with them, you must take off the other party's head or smash their heart to destroy them. If you let ordinary soldiers go If we deal with it, it will only increase the number of victims in vain, maybe... we should ask the holy capital for help?"
"If the Holy Capital is allowed to intervene, the situation will only get worse..." The Prime Minister frowned even more, "All the secrets that have been hidden until now will be exposed~! Usel must really hope that this happens. He started to suspect us years ago... Maybe he will come to investigate in person... "
"It seems that the only option is to send troops alone to eliminate those death knights. Regardless of whether that person is really Roland Strife or not, we must also carefully eliminate all undead." Wendam said the name Shi Shi subconsciously paused, then looked up at the two people with helpless expressions.
"If I remember correctly, the area east of the Naga Mountains can currently gather 35,000 troops, more than ten times the number of undead, and there are 180 Zhili paladins and 340 soldiers Pastor, can such an army still be unable to win the war?" Windham looked directly at the bishop, and returned to his eyes with cruel and cold majesty.
"If that's the case..." Frederick fell into deep thought, "I believe it should be no problem. Although death knights are very resistant to physical attacks, regeneration still takes time. If the army is to hold back the opponent's actions , and let the paladins and priests attack with holy light, there will be no surprises. After all, the difference in numbers is too obvious."
The unmistakable affirmation of the last sentence made the king heave a sigh of relief: "Very well, then, Mr. Rivers, I will trouble you to arrange it. As for the Holy Capital, we can delay the report."
"But this method will bring heavy casualties to our army, right?" It's not so much a statement of opposition as it is a ridicule after tension. calm and smile.
"Maybe, but if we can end this matter, it's worth paying the price." Wendam seemed to be infected by the other party, and his expression gradually relaxed, "This is to do our best to protect the people of the alliance." By the way, that guy who calls himself Roland can die again~!"
"It's finally finished..." Even Roland, who had always held an indifferent attitude, couldn't help feeling the power of magic when he saw such a scene.
The towering buildings are so eye-catching that they can almost echo the distant mountains. As if it couldn't bear its huge weight, even cracks appeared on the hard frozen soil. The chaotic mist is like a majestic waterfall, pouring out from the deep darkness in the center of the building, and the gradually spreading cold breath makes everything around it sink into deathly silence.
"This is the Portal of Darkness, a magic channel that can span any distance in this world and connect the two places, the highest crystallization of the teleportation technique." Richard introduced in this way, without hiding the pride in his tone.
"It's only in this world? Then why do I feel the breath of the Netherworld?" Roland glanced at the other party.
"You have very keen insight, and if you add curiosity, you may be able to become an excellent mage." Lich commented on this question approvingly, "In fact, the passage between the two dark doors is established in the Netherworld Yes, even though that realm can also transfer matter, the connection between soul and matter will be severed during this transfer, in other words, whether a living creature enters or exits, it will result in death."
"So although it is a great invention, it has very little use value for human beings. This is why the channel summoning has been lost, right?" Roland took over the conversation.
"That's right, not only that, the Alliance's current technology is not enough to summon such a thing. But I can do it, and it seems to be a coincidence that the Dark Portal is the most suitable thing for the undead to use." Richard's The corners of his mouth raised slightly as usual, "This thing will surprise all mages. Just soaking in books is something only fools do. I'll let them see what real magic is~!"
"I just hope that this thing will bring the troops over as soon as possible so that we can launch the next wave of offensive." The cold flame returned to Roland's eyes at some point.
Accompanied by the harmony of the lich chanting the incantation, the Dark Portal is slowly opening its huge door. The death knights stood at a far enough distance, silently watching the huge building that almost blocked the entire line of sight.
The power is condensing and climbing to the top, and the ripple-like fluctuations radiate outward along the lines of the air, even creatures who know nothing about magic can easily feel it. Eventually, the flow of the white waterfall gradually slowed down, then stopped for a while, and finally reversed and contracted rapidly towards the center point. When all the magic power was concentrated at one point, the passage connecting the present world and the nether world was finally fused into a wormhole, and the space trembled like a mirage at that moment.
Accompanied by a huge and dull whistling sound, the power of the energy explosion spread rapidly, creating whirlwinds on the ground.
"Richard, are you sure this is normal?" Roland asked at the highest volume. Under the strong wind, he was trying to maintain his balance so as not to be blown off. The black cloak was flying up and down in the air, tearing muffled sound.
"Don't use your brain to doubt such a great mage as me~! Of course it's no problem, the forces of nature always look scary, but in fact they are more obedient than kittens." Lich half-kneeled to keep her center of gravity , while refuting the other party's doubts, the next moment, his eyes suddenly ignited with ice blue flames: "Look ahead, the army of undead is waiting for your order."
As if responding to the caller's words, a crystal clear white petal slowly floated past the death knight's eyes, and then disappeared in the wind and snow.
"Snowflake~!?" Roland murmured.
The wind that was mottled by dust turned into a white curtain in the blink of an eye. With the unique cold breath of the Nordson continent, the ice flakes flew past Roland's ears like silver threads.
"This is the breath of the ice crown~! It's really nostalgic..." As if the ice and snow had melted, Roland's tone softened and turned into a low moan.
In the next instant, the white wind and snow shattered into countless shining stardust, and what appeared in front of the death knights from under the rolled up curtain were tens of thousands of tireless undead warriors. With the Portal of Darkness as the center, this army is arranged in a neat square formation, waiting to be dispatched by the superiors.
Ghouls, ghouls, the remains of the subjects of the ancient spider kingdom, and those abyss phantoms from the twisting void who are good at manipulating magic power. These powerful warriors are trembling with excitement from the vibrant world in front of them.
"I immediately asked them to establish a defensive zone to prepare for the strategic attack." Roland nodded to Richard with satisfaction.
"Don't worry, there are hundreds of thousands of troops yet to arrive, this is just the beginning..." the other party reminded, "Ishutoli blocked Luvis's predictive ability for us, although it was only temporary, but, Enough to build an impenetrable base defense here."
"Twelve hours later, the concentration of magic power in this area will return to the normal level. At that time, the Dark Portal will be able to summon the next batch of soldiers waiting in the Ice Crown~! In a few days, the undead army will open up The road that belongs to Ishutoli." The lich said confidently, the flames in the ice-blue pupils kept beating.
"Ishutori's divine way will be cleared up, and my wish will also be fulfilled." Roland replied slowly, pulling out the long sword from behind, and gently stroking the sword with his sensitive fingertips Beautiful engraving.
On the vast eastern plains of Elazia, a well-equipped large army is marching in a hurry. The emblem of the flag is drawn by golden silk thread-two crossed halberds guarded by Pegasus. There is no doubt that this is Alazea's undead crusade army.
Before the battle, the priests and mages had explained the power of the death knight to the soldiers in detail. Although the opponent was extremely powerful, no one thought that humans would lose the battle. After all, the number of one's side outnumbered the undead by more than ten times. Once the death knights were besieged by dozens of fighters, they would have no choice but to be burned to ashes by the holy light of priests or paladins.
However, it wasn't until the two armies came into contact that the confident knights realized that something seemed wrong.
"Lord Lothar, we have detected the location of the undead, two kilometers ahead." A scout passed through the crowd and came to the head of the Knights, his voice was mixed with uneasy tremors.
"Really? Then prepare for battle according to the deployed plan." The paladin on horseback nodded to the scout, and then began to issue combat orders, but his words were cut off by the scout.
"My lord, please wait~!"
"What's wrong?" The paladin turned around strangely.
"Our original information was completely wrong. The number of undead is definitely more than 2,500... The current preliminary estimate is more than 30,000." A trace of fear flashed in the scout's eyes, as if he saw the scene that almost suffocated him just now. scene.
"How is it possible? Say it again?" Lothar wondered if he had heard it wrong. "Are you delusional?"
But before he continued to ask the scouts, there was already a commotion from the spearmen phalanx at the front of the army.
Two kilometers away, so soon? The paladin didn't care to ask any more questions, and hurriedly looked ahead from his horseback. In the next instant, the black sword forest burned into his eyes, and the sharp blade reflecting the dazzling sunlight made the pupils and heart of the paladin constrict in an instant.
The black iron curtain was waiting in front of Alazea's army, which was a charge formed by tens of thousands of death knights. The cold devoured the life and green under their feet, and even the pale golden sunlight was covered with a layer of morning frost, and then covered with the death knight's bright silver armor. The spider warriors on the two wings of the phalanx screamed eagerly, and stretched out their hairy and hard forelimbs from time to time, waving at the humans in demonstration.
Thirty thousand undead, how is this possible? We... everyone here will be killed~! Fear poured into the paladin's mind silently. He didn't have time to judge why the number of undead people would increase sharply, he only knew that the only thing to do now was to retreat as soon as possible. But before the new order was issued, several more scouts crowded over—they were scouts in charge of the flanks, which made Lothar smell a sign of danger.
"Master Lothar, we are surrounded~! A large number of undead ambushes were found on the flanks and rear of the army~!" The scout reported to the regiment leader in a low voice, and the words were interrupted several times due to panic.
"What~!? How did they do it? This doesn't conform to military common sense at all~!" The paladin finally lost his composure.
As if laughing at Lothar's so-called "military common sense", countless ghouls and golems suddenly emerged from the side of the human legion, and behind them, phantoms and spider warriors lurking underground also appeared stature. At that moment, the feeling of suffocation swept through the entire human army like a storm. After a few seconds, humans finally realized that the only option was to fight to the death, and the noisy battlefield was instantly silent because of the awareness of the soldiers.
The spider warrior's movements are relatively slow, and the melee ability of the abyss phantom is also very poor. If you want to fight a way out, it is a good way to concentrate your strength to break through the encirclement behind. But Lothar knew very well that if his back was facing the death knight, perhaps none of the 35,000-strong army would be spared, so he finally chose the tactic of facing the enemy head-on.
After the order was issued, the spearmen immediately raised their five-meter-long horse-repelling guns, intending to keep the death knights away from the human positions, while the heavy infantry stood behind them in a defensive posture, and the priests whispered their prayers The spell, let Luvis' favor come to the soldiers. The entire phalanx was connected to each other and slowly moved forward, and the death knight who sensed the enemy's fighting spirit also responded at the same time.
Accompanied by the loud and clear call sign of the charging horn, the earth-shattering resounding shattered the silence before the battle.
The undead finally launched a charge, and the shattered ice chips mixed with the scorched soil flew up under the iron hooves. The sharp black formation easily broke through the iron wall of the human beings—the jagged cavalier's spears were like a scythe mowing the grass at the moment of impact, breaking off the soldiers' horse-rejecting guns. The death knight then galloped forward, leaping over the broken pole. The human soldiers could do nothing about this, their bodies imprisoned by surprise and fear, could only watch the bloodthirsty long sword attacking their heads.
At the same time, the undead troops on the other three sides also moved, and they gradually devoured the human army from the two wings and the rear. Alazea's troops were disappearing at an astonishing speed, like a white cloth thrown into a black dye vat, a large piece was soaked in an instant. The soldiers resisted desperately, but all the broken limbs and splashes of red were reflected in their pupils, and their fighting spirit was quickly swallowed up by fear without a trace.
Accompanied by shrill screams, the blood-woven curtain slowly fell, and surrounded by the opponent's superior force, the dying struggle of the Alazea army soon stopped. At this moment, there were only a few places on the battlefield that had not yet returned to silence. The priests and paladins who were divided into small pieces supported each other, resisting the attack of the undead with their last strength, but those dazzling holy lights were also extinguished soon after.
Roland was galloping on the battlefield, surrounded by a faint red mist, whenever the violent mount stopped or turned around, blood with a fishy smell would splash everywhere, but the death knight still couldn't find himself The goal.
Maybe the guy wasn't in the campaign at all? Roland re-examined his inference. Immediately afterwards, a tall figure suddenly appeared in front of him, interrupting the death knight's thoughts.
"Alsace?" Roland was a little surprised.
The death knight whose name was called had bright red eyes like a flaming fire. Although the armor on his body was completely soaked in blood, there was still a nonchalant smile on his mouth. It seemed that what was going on now was a hunting game rather than cruelty battle.
"I'm resting." The other party thought for a while, and then replied.
"Rest? It's really rare... I thought you had forgotten this word." Roland didn't intend to miss the opportunity to sarcastically, "This is a war for Ishutori, please be more serious~! Since Usually you are so eager to fight, why are you lazy now?"
"It's really nerve-wracking. How do you explain it so that the head of the group understands the difference between 'battle' and 'massacre'? What I value is the process, unlike you, who only hope for results." Arthas lazily He replied complacently, "Thanks to Richard, I finally saw what a battle of 150,000 against 30,000 was like—before I had time to swing my sword, those poor worms were all in the stomach of the ghoul. A grand banquet."
"Have they all been wiped out? I thought they would last for a while..." Roland frowned gracefully.
"Not all, there happened to be someone who was still stubborn somewhere, and if you rushed there now, you might be able to get involved." His voice lowered, "And... that guy seems to be your target..."
"Where is that paladin?" The death knight interrupted the other party's cadenced words.
Alsace paused intentionally, as if to show off, and then pointed out a direction with his hand, "I think he is entangled by the spider warrior, and he is probably still over there." It passed by in front of my eyes.
"What a hasty guy." Alsace licked his lips with his tongue as he watched Roland rushing towards the battlefield without looking back, and the taste of blood entered his mouth, "Forget it, sooner or later, fate will be on your side again. It's a choice between me, and until then it's whatever it is."
Wounds that are fatal to humans cannot cause any harm to the undead. Only using powerful external force to completely destroy the opponent's body structure is the correct method of combat. Because of this, Lothar put in more effort than expected to kill the two spider warriors who opened their teeth and claws.
However, when the paladin was panting on the broken body of the undead, the cold air that made his breathing feel stinging for a moment forced him to look up—the new enemy was a death knight—the paladin immediately opened a distance vigilantly .
"Are you really forgetful, don't you even know who I am?" The other party walked back and forth beside him, with a hint of hatred hidden in his mocking tone.
"Who are you?" Lothar grasped the distance between the two parties.
"Do you remember a certain battle ten years ago? The tenacious dwarf warrior Muradin and the brave orc prophet Astaros died by your sword, but the young and stupid so-called traitors escaped The pursuit of the Knights of the Rose. Let me guess, if it wasn't for that mission, I'm afraid you wouldn't be able to advance to where you are today, right? Right, Lothar?"
As if struck by lightning, the paladin overlapped the undead figure with the blond knight in an instant. The once dazzling beautiful blond hair has now been dyed a cursed gray color, and the hatred radiating from the water-colored pupils is like a hot flame. Although ten years have passed, his appearance seems to have been frozen, and he still maintains the youthful and handsome appearance when he disappeared, but what is frozen at the corner of his mouth is a chilling sneer.
The student who once won the highest honor in Alazea, the first place in the paladin assessment, and was proud of Uther as the guide of light, now appeared in front of him in the form of an undead monster.
"Roland? Are you... that Roland?" Finally, Lothar called out the name tremblingly.
"Now that I have remembered the past, there is no need to say more. An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth, let me use your blood to pay homage to them today~! To die under this sword of revenge, it should be you It's an honor." Roland's eyes were filled with cruel killing intent, and the temperature of the surrounding air suddenly dropped to the point where swords were on the verge of breaking out. The tense paladin didn't even notice that his whole body was soaked in sweat.
Roland, who got off his horse, didn't make any further moves. The coming battle awakened the death knight's memory, and the nightmare that drove him mad once again made his blood boil all over—the painful roar and the cold impact of the weapon from behind. The sound, the bumping of the mount, the wailing scream of the tearing of the flesh, and the icy body in the arms... It was too late, and I didn't even have the right to regret it. The only thing left was the pendant on the chest that exuded nostalgia.
Hate it, kill it~! A voice said to Roland, only by destroying those who destroyed her can the soul be truly liberated~!
Never forgive the sinner in front of him... Roland slowly raised the blood-stained sword in his eyes as if saying so.
Are you going to attack~! When Roland raised the frost mourning in his hand, Lothar, who had been waiting for a long time, immediately took the first step to attack. The edge of the long sword pointed directly at the death knight in front of him, and the tip of the paladin's tongue delivered the last syllable of the prayer.
As if responding to the actions of the paladin, in front of Roland, the weeds in all directions immediately fell down towards the same center, while the dazzling bright golden flames spewed out from the ground and rose along the whirlwind. From a distance, it looks like a pillar of fire soaring into the sky.
This is the holy light technique, a powerful ability given to her noble followers by the goddess Luvis. It is a word that can manipulate the power of life, and it is also the method of purification that the undead fear most.
But Roland didn't take a step back, and the sword that was shining with cold light split the storm of light with one stroke. Immediately afterwards, he leaned forward and rushed forward with unimaginable speed. The moment he passed through the holy light, the golden flame bent and changed its burning direction as if being oppressed by a big hand.
Before he even had time to be surprised, Frost Lament with the sword wind came before him. Lothar immediately raised his sword to resist. After the crisp sound of metal, the paladin's hands were completely paralyzed.
"Are fireworks of your level worthy of being called holy light? Stupid guy~!" Roland's tone contained strange fanaticism.
He didn't care about the power of life flowing on the armor at all, he just slashed at the opponent blindly. The stormy sword glow made Lothar exhausted. After several rounds of attacks, the paladin's defense finally showed a flaw , the giant sword seized the opportunity to lightly pass over the opponent's chest. Immediately, a thin and neat cut fell deep into the blue steel armor. In an instant, a dazzling red liquid shot out from the slash, and Lothar's body changed from tense to relaxed, and then fell to the ground twitching.
"What a boring battle. But then again, without that necklace, are you sure you can win so easily?" Alsace's voice sounded behind him.
"I don't wear the 'Eternal Light' for this kind of thing. Arthas, can't you do something other than provocation?" Roland subconsciously stroked the warm pendant, and replied disgustedly.
"According to scout reports, Alazea's army has been completely annihilated." Richard walked out of the aperture of the transfer phalanx, "I believe those mages who fled will describe the situation in the palace of Dalanla. Fighting."
"We have seized the opportunity, but this time it is only a small victory. The real battle is yet to come... Get ready, two, the undead war has officially broken out, and no one can stop it." Death Knight When he turned around, his expression had returned to his usual indifference.
In April 227 of the Luvis calendar, the Battle of the Eastern Alazea Plains ended with the complete annihilation of the human army in just half a day.
And that day, the dark eagle that brought the cold snapped its ominous wings, causing the entire world to collapse.