The golden rising sun projected User's majestic and eye-catching figure on the top of the city of flames, and at that moment, even time seemed to be frozen. The movements of the undead and humans stopped at the same time, and the pupils lost focus in the brilliant light of the east. The noisy battlefield was covered with a veil of silence, only the sound of the wind in the canyon echoed in the ears of the soldiers.
Immediately afterwards, the cheers of the alliance knights erupted from the city wall: "We did it~!"
"The sun has risen, and the city of flames has been defended~!"
"Victory is in sight~!"
"The sun has risen..." Mathis stared at the dazzling sun intently, as if this was the first time he had ever witnessed a sunrise in his life.
"Proceed with the order, let the legions maintain the original fighting rhythm and replacement method, now is the real decisive moment, there must be no slack~!" User issued the order calmly, but his tone also contained depression I couldn't help being excited, "As the head of the Holy Sword Knights, I must let the soldiers live to witness the arrival of reinforcements~!"
The morning sun coated the armor of the soldiers with a shimmering surface, dispelling the cold shadows of the night, and the soldiers who had struggled all night under the shroud of the severe cold in the northern lands burst out with powerful power again, defeating the food giant with a devastating force. The ghouls attacked round after round.
"This light...is the sun? It's already dawn so soon?" Roland murmured to himself in disbelief, but the sharp light hurt his eyes. Facing the fact that he was about to fail, the death knight's sanity was immediately swallowed by the flames of revenge. He subconsciously tightened his reins and pursed his mouth tightly, finally forming a twisted sneer at the corner of his mouth.
"Master, you are too happy... There is no way to stop me with this level of counterattack, let alone the high walls of the city of flames, even the sun can't stop me~!" Pointing straight ahead, he roared loudly, "The knights obey orders, line up, and prepare to charge~!"
But at the same time, another sharp voice cut off his order suddenly.
"Are you crazy? We must let the ghoul army retreat, and then rest the whole army." Even though the other party's eyes were staring at him with frenzy, Richard's tone did not hesitate, "The body of the undead also has Ultimately, judging from the current situation, the regeneration power of the ghouls can no longer keep up with consumption, and if this continues, they will not be able to maintain the offensive, but you still want to join the Knights?"
"Thank you for your analysis, but there is no time now. War is not a game of chess." Roland sarcastically sharply, his usual calmness gone.
"The paladins are not at the end of their battle, and after this battle is over, we have to face the 400,000 troops of the alliance's main force." Lich's voice was still low, "Moreover, the surrounding magic power has long been out of balance. Unusable. Strong attack will only make us pay unnecessary price, how many troops do you plan to send to die?"
"If we don't attack now, there will be no chance. As soon as reinforcements arrive, our carefully planned blitzkrieg strategy will completely collapse. I have been in the north for seven years. Are you going to let me be trapped for another seven years~!? The Fortress of Flame must be captured now~!" Roland's voice carried a firm will. But in the next moment, an incredible and confident smile suddenly appeared on Lich's face, which instantly made his anger go blank.
"what are you laughing at?"
"Master, don't forget that I made this strategic plan myself. Even if you intend to refute it, I should not use this reason at all." Richard's tone was sarcastically successful, "In fact, I have already Send the troops led by Klaferig to snipe the main lineup of the alliance."
"What... the King of the White Dragon?" Roland showed a rare surprised expression. Although the tone of his voice was still full of anger caused by ignorance, the eyes that had gradually faded from the cold fire revealed the relaxation of the death knight at the moment: "Damn it , why didn’t you say it earlier, I’m the tactical commander here~!”
"I'm the strategic commander, Commander. What's more, it's just an emergency measure after all. The number of flying troops led by Klaferiger is not large. Maybe it can only be regarded as a negligible force in front of 400,000 troops. I'm not sure. How long can they hold off the opponent's main force? On the other hand..." Richard stared at the flag fluttering on the city wall, the lich's eyes were full of respect, "I didn't expect the Knights of the Holy Sword to be so tenacious, It can really block the pace of the undead army."
"To be honest, your teacher, Guide of Light, is really a top commander." Richard concluded with a smile, "But in terms of strategy, I seem to be slightly better. Be even more dazzling, do as I say, store up your strength first, and then seize the critical moment to deliver a fatal blow."
Roland was speechless.
As the army of ghouls receded and dispersed, shocking mottled scars immediately appeared on the city wall—the traces left by the undead's attack all night, and the originally majestic and oppressive city wall became ugly. However, human beings have no time to consider or lament such appearances. When the opponent's attack stopped, even though they knew that there was only a short moment of peace, the soldiers still breathed a sigh of relief.
"Will they retreat, Lord Uther?"
The Guide of Light just waved his hand to Methis seriously, while scanning the undead's position with his sharp eyes.
Under the influence of the death knights, the black frozen soil gradually spread under the walls of the city of flames. A group of stubborn spider warriors were pawing frantically at the ground, trying to dig a passage, but they had to give up soon - beneath the surface was the solid rock of the Naga Mountains, which would not budge no matter how hard they dug. The surrounding ghouls quietly waited for their damaged bodies to recover, and their aggressive formation remained unchanged.
"The undead are not about to give up yet, they will continue to attack." User's affirmative judgment was filled with unbearable worry, and the soft whisper did not reach the ears of the deputy head, "Kadar the first How late are you…”
The silent air quickly dissipated in the roar of the ghoul's explosion again. Before the shadow of the city wall showed obvious signs of moving, the raging waves of the undead mixed with ice chips had already set off again. The countless individuals carrying out the burning will were wreaking havoc on last night's madness. Under round after round of berserk attacks, human soldiers are worth struggling to wait for the arrival of reinforcements, but what they see in their eyes is not only the enemy but also the enemy.
"The Fortress of Flames will definitely be captured." Richard's tone seemed to be telling an ancient prophecy.
And a more urgent answer immediately sounded from beside him: "It should be said—it must be captured." Roland's cold eyes were fixed on the battle on the city wall.
The river of time is flowing slowly with her eternal justice and patience, but the existence that bathes in it can no longer endure such eternity: for human beings, all these are as slow and difficult as the days are like years , every second of support on the city wall must be paid for by a lot of blood—the effect of the long-term attrition war is finally manifested at this moment, many soldiers died before they were replaced by their companions, and more fronts lost their reserves at all strength.
On the other hand, the mentality was completely opposite. Many uncertain factors made the eyes of several leaders of the undead army burn with unconcealable urgency. The death knights had already stopped their cover attacks, and once again formed a charge formation that contained a strong sense of oppression—once the human line showed any sign of retreat, they would definitely rush to the city wall without hesitation.
The sun dragging the golden light crossed the center of the sky, and the defense line was crumbling bit by bit. The obstacles of logs were no longer as violent as usual, and multiple hidden dangers erupted at the same time, and ghouls rushed to the top of the city. But in the face of the tide of undead, the paladins had no time to rescue everywhere at the same time.
The iron wall of human beings was finally torn open a gap.
"They can't hold on anymore, all the knights charge~! Let the flag of the Ice Crown fly at the highest point of the city of flames~!" Roland's powerful obsession penetrated the magic net, and swept across the entire battlefield in an instant, feeling The morale of the colleagues with that fighting spirit was immediately high. Amidst the shouts, the ghouls retreated to the sides one after another, making way for a wide road, while the death knights once again launched an overwhelming charge.
The gathered undead dragged their dark long tails, and burst into a large number of bewitching blood flowers at the head of the city first. The tall city walls were no different from peaceful places to the nightmares. In the blink of an eye, the figure carrying the shadow of death and coldness had already appeared on the top of the city wall.
"We have already crossed the fortifications. Even if the main force of the alliance arrives, it may be difficult to fight back. Very good." Roland carefully observed the western water-colored horizon from the watchtower of the city wall. After a while, he finally confirmed the sky. There was nothing unusual about the blurred edge, and the expression of the death knight immediately relaxed, "Even the Fortress of Flame can't stop Ishutori's will... Long time, I'm coming back..."
Accompanied by the low but eager murmur, the fleeting loneliness appeared in the cold eyes of the soliloquist.
The black tide surged in with an unstoppable force, and the entire fortress was instantly submerged, turning into a sea of swords, lights and swords. Everywhere is full of shouts and roars, weaving blood into a web of death, devouring the lives of soldiers. The Knights of the Holy Sword are staggering and retreating to the other side of the fort with tired steps. The death knights and ghouls followed closely, and even the spider warriors who were not good at siege also appeared on the battlefield at this moment. The gate of the fortress had already been taken down when the defense collapsed.
"Lord Methis~!" A low-level paladin in blue steel armor shouted, cutting a bloody path among the ghouls, and finally reached the deputy head who stayed behind and refused to retreat.
"What's the matter?" The paladin who called out to him was one of Uther's direct troops, which gave Methis a bad feeling.
"Master Uther has ordered, please abandon the fortress immediately, and assist the chief mage Antonidas to retreat, and join the main force of the alliance as soon as possible."
"What?" The other party's movements stopped suddenly, "Then what about Lord Usel?"
"He..." There was a sad expression on the other party's face, maybe because of helplessness, the young paladin even forgot to use honorifics, "He is still in the central tower of the Star Seeing Circle, saying that he wants to protect the restraint force… "
"That's just death in vain, right? Even if we have to retreat, we must not leave Lord Usel~!" Mysis's anger broke out uncontrollably, and he interrupted the other party's words loudly, "Listen up Now, go and gather the assault force immediately, and we will immediately open a passage to the central tower."
However, in the next moment, the deputy head who was about to rush was blocked by an unexpected obstacle—the other party hugged him from behind.
"I'm sorry, Lord Methis, but it's wrong to do that, we must retreat immediately~!" The paladin's voice was trembling, but he was extremely firm, "Even if something really happened... it's not okay, Uther Lord Er's orders must be strictly carried out~!"
"But..." Methis gritted his teeth, but couldn't say a word of rebuttal.
The bond between Uther, the Guide of Light, and his paladins cannot be described in a few words. And his orders are definitely not enough to be interpreted by the word "order"-whether it is the consideration of the battlefield, the calm and rational judgment, or the fairness and reasonableness, they are all impeccable. For any warrior of the Holy Sword Knights, the words of the guide of light are not just orders, but an existence that can be trusted unconditionally and practiced at the cost of life.
This time, however, it is clear to everyone that the person who issued the order will pay the price.
"Lord Maisis, please retreat immediately..." Seablue Paladin's voice contained a rare sob, even on the noisy battlefield, it still sounded particularly harsh.
"Okay, give the order and the whole army retreats." The other party lowered his head and murmured softly, "Let us pray that Master Usel can return safely."
"The ghouls here are much slower than usual." Richard's eyes stayed in the center of the star-seeing magic circle, where there was a tall arc-shaped dome building, "it was oppressed by local targeted restraint magic It’s no wonder that a night’s attack can’t break through their defense.”
"In other words, we have to occupy the star circle, right?" Alsace replied impatiently. The alliance army was respite from the relief of the pressure, and they had no intention of fighting any more and had already retreated to the other side of the fortress.
"As long as the magic power operating in the central tower is destroyed, this battle can be over." Roland nodded, "I will lead the way."
Although there are still a considerable number of defensive troops in the center of the star-seeing magic circle, they are trapped by the battle, and they don't have any extra strength to stop Frost Worse's tyrannical way of opening the way. And when Roland passed by a paladin who was in a fight, the emblem on the opponent's shoulder armor came into his eyes - it was a long sword surrounded by wings.
The emblem of the Guards of the Knights of the Holy Sword.
Uther is here~! When Roland realized this, his chest heaved rapidly as if being hit by something. Does the heart still beat even though the blood has long been frozen? There was no time to distinguish what the emotions surging in his chest meant, but the first thing that jumped into Roland's mind was a sentence that Usel often said: Maybe... this is an irresistible fate.
"Fate?" Roland repeated self-deprecatingly, but his expression became more serious.
The three quickly broke through the defense line of the guards and came under the tower. Roland got off his horse and pushed open the exquisite gate that was stained by the flames of war, and the emerald green light immediately reflected into his water-colored pupils. The words of magic flowed like water on the walls of the rotunda, and under the reflection of the spar floor, a space like a dream was constructed.
But no one focused on the beautiful scenery—the paladin in the center of the hall was looking up at the three people in front of him with sharp eyes.
Alsace and Richard stood still on the outside in a tacit understanding, but Roland still strode forward and didn't stop until he was five meters away from the paladin. Both sides are well aware that at this distance, even a momentary wavering will be easily detected.
"Master..."
"Roland," Usel responded after a few seconds of silence, "I'm very sad about Jiu Yuan." When the other party mentioned the name, Roland's expression seemed to melt at that moment. "I have no reason to stop you from taking revenge, but the holy capital has already imposed severe sanctions on Windham, you should stop."
"Oh, really? The justice of the holy capital... is really touching." The death knight's voice did not show any signs of thawing, he shrugged with a sneer, "Think about it, if the undead army fails to defeat Alazea's The main force, if Wendam was not forced to reveal the truth, who would think of sanctioning him? After a full ten years, this is the answer from the Hall of the King of Law?"
"But no matter what, you've got the result you want~!" Uther's brown pupils flashed a trace of anger, "Yes, not only Wendam, but the Hall of the King of Law may also be unforgivable, but this land The people above do not owe you anything. Look at what you are doing now, aggression~! I will never allow this, put down your weapons~!"
"Master, that's impossible." Roland said with some subtle emotions in his tone, "This is not a one-person war. As the head of the Ice Crown Knights, I also have a great deal of respect for another god—Yi. Shutoli is responsible."
"Ishutori...is your new god? To become her prop in order to obtain the power of revenge, this relationship is almost like a transaction, you have been used, Roland." Uther's voice carried With a strong tone of disgust.
"If you really want to say that, you who believe in Luvis are just being used." Roland stared at the master with a sad look in his eyes, "The so-called Luvis, who can see everything, didn't lend a helping hand to me at all." , now what right do you have to call yourself righteous before me?"
"I may have struggled with death longer than you, Master, so I understand the meaning of life better. See, this is what made me survive the harshness of the Northland, the pendant called 'Eternal Light' "The deceased took out the necklace from the breastplate, "becoming a death knight, becoming Ishutori's sharp sword, all for the purpose of achieving revenge...how could those politicians in the King's Hall understand this? They plan to punish Wendam Come to appease me, I'm afraid this is the real ugly deal."
"So... even if you sell your soul to the evil god, even if you devote yourself to the war of aggression, you still won't submit to the Luvis Alliance, right? I understand." Uther's voice gradually calmed down.
"Whether or not Ishutoli represents evil is determined by history. As for my soul, it will always belong to me~!" Sensing the strangeness of the guide of light, the death knight immediately tensed up.
"It seems that fighting is inevitable, but your position and mine are a bit far-fetched." Usel sighed, and with the crisp sound and scorching sparks, the unsheathed Jingwang Sword Feilian has been firmly released. Holding it in his hand, the gigantic sword with a rhythmic red light pointed straight at Roland.
"Just like you will not submit to the Pope, I will never let the death knight pass here. This is not for the Hall of the King of Law, but for the souls of the tens of thousands of soldiers who died in the battle and the future of the alliance, I, Uther The undead are absolutely not allowed to touch this land, even if you are standing in front of them, you must be killed together, everything can only be said to be an irresistible fate~!"
"However," Roland also pulled out Frost Grief, who was behind him, and confronted Uther in the same posture, "Death knights are existences born to fight against fate."
"It's useless to talk too much. Warriors should talk with swords." The paladin replied blankly.
The two sides stared at each other across the blood-thirsty sword edge, the air seemed to be ignited under the heavy eyes of both sides, burning their wills, but before grasping the fleeting best time to draw their swords, no one could Did not shoot casually.
No miracle happened, just as judged rationally, the end of the encounter was an inescapable battle, perhaps the moment he chose to become a death knight, this battle was already waiting for him. But...it's unbelievable...that I can be so calm...the opponent is Uther, the guide of light~!
The person I was closest to once is now the most powerful enemy.
Roland could clearly see Uther through the cold air emitted by Frost Lament, but what was conveyed from the opposite side of the sword was not high fighting spirit or anger, but an impenetrable calm. This is probably the high-level technique of "Yunyao", which represents the concentration without loopholes and confusion. That is to say, is the master so determined
In fact, you yourself are not too extreme? A bitter smile appeared on the corner of Roland's mouth. But now is not the time to think about these things... just think about how to cut it down~!
In the next moment, when he sensed that his lover's mood was shaken, Usel raised his sword and stabbed without hesitation, and Roland quickly blocked it. The great swords of the two flew up at the same moment, and the blooming sword wind bloomed in the nirvana of ice and fire.
Even the reflection on the ground couldn't keep up with the flowing movements of the two. The sharp edge of the sword broke through the almost frozen air with its shining trajectory. The sword wind enveloped the figures of the two of them.
The Jingwang Sword Feilian is more powerful than imagined. Even Alsace and Richard, who are watching from the edge of the hall, can feel the rolling heat, not to mention Roland who is fighting. Rows of crimson rays of light churned in the air, like fiery snakes one after another. Although the death knight resisted with all his strength, there were still many black marks on the armor.
What's worse, under the burning of the holy light with Feilian's Yehuo as the carrier, even the long-term protection cannot keep Roland's soul from being harmed. That burning sensation that cannot be ignored spread throughout every part of the soul, and with painful memories flashed in his mind, even the undead who knew no pain began to tremble.
However, I can fight on. For that reason, I have been fighting for ten years... This kind of pain is nothing at all... I will definitely not be stopped here~! Absolutely~!
"Will he lose to the Guide of Light?" Richard finally frowned after seeing Roland's consecutive attacks being resolved one by one by Uther. "After all, Uther is Roland's master and not his revenge target. In addition, Ishtoli didn't endow Frost with too much magical power. I'm afraid he can't suppress the power of Jing Wang Sword..."
"The guide of light is more talented than expected, and his skill in introducing 'Yun Yao' is very superb." Alsace's eyes never left the duel between the two, "But I guess the last ones left should be us What's more, even if Roland is dead, wouldn't I still be here?"
"Hey, how do you end the duel you lost to Roland on the Hill of Swords?" Dissatisfied with the other party's attitude, the Lich asked fiercely.
Alsace's face darkened as expected: "It doesn't matter that way, if you can defeat the person who defeated Roland... you can also avenge your shame."
The battle between Roland and Uther continued, and after several rounds of confrontation, the experienced paladin had cornered the opponent. In the next moment, the crimson light wrapped in the lotus pierced towards him—the leader of the light planned to end the battle with a high-speed combo. Even if the opponent could block all the attacks, within this distance, the flames would still will burn him to death.
But the death knight didn't fight head-on. He suddenly jumped backwards lightly, and jumped onto the wall with the flowing magic words. Then, the edge of Shuang Wai's sword sank, and Roland shot at Uther with his sword. The paladin immediately raised his sword to block, and the flames condensed into a dense shield in an instant, and the tyrannical collision immediately caused a large amount of sparks to splash from the sharp edges of the two weapons.
Just like the strings of a piano were suddenly broken in a rush, the battle suddenly stopped at that moment. The figures of the two were staggered from the distance of the confrontation, and a bright red blood arrow shot out of the paladin's left shoulder, and the wound was deep enough to show the bone.
"Master, you have already lost." Roland's movements were a little slow, and he also paid a great price for hurting the other party. "Human fragility cannot defeat the death knight, surrender~!"
"It's too early to draw conclusions. The battle has not yet been decided." Uther glanced at the damaged armor, and there was no wavering in his voice.
"So, do you want to die here?" The death knight revealed decisive cruelty in his eyes.
"Like you, this battle is absolutely irreversible for me. Now, with the backing of my faith, I can only gamble with my life~!" Uther raised Feilian again, then The huge edge pointed directly at the opponent in front of him. Before Roland's sarcastic words came out, the paladin's short and direct prayer rang out.
The violent flames roared, sweeping across the entire hall in an instant. Alsace, who was watching the battle from a distance, immediately jumped away reflexively, and put on a defensive posture with his sword drawn. At the same time, Richard immediately activated the magic defense barrier. The eyes of the undead can look directly at the sun, but under the radiation of this light, they feel a burning pain.
"This kind of power~!? Is this the power of the Jingwang Sword? How is it possible..." Lich endured the pain and glanced at the light, but Roland's figure had completely disappeared in the flames, "Damn it, he will be transformed into Ashes~!"
The guide of light is fusing Luvis' protection with the power of the fire element to form a stormy top-level divine spell - Holy Light Storm.
Roland in the center is on the brink of death. The golden holy flame enveloped him, and his soul was wearing away and falling apart bit by bit. It was only a few seconds, but it seemed as if centuries had passed. The strength of the death knight's body was rapidly draining, and the memories of the past were like crazily growing vines, invading his mind. Everything seemed to end in chaos and pain. At this moment, the only thing Roland could do was to rely on the Frost Lament stuck on the ground to try his best not to fall down.
Under the burning of the holy flame, even the magic armor made of bright silver began to gradually disintegrate. However, when Roland's breastplate cracked with a crisp sound, there was a particularly striking water-colored light from the inside of the armor—named The decoration of "long-lasting lights", the teardrop-shaped pendant that has resisted the purification power for Roland countless times, is making a crisp and sweet sound at this moment, and it becomes louder and louder with the increase of the water's light.
Roland, who was enduring unspeakable pain and his mind was in confusion, suddenly felt a calmness in his heart. The storm stopped breathing, the flames froze in front of his eyes, and a kind and gentle familiarity spread like water. whole body.
"That's... Jiu Yuan? Jiu Yuan~!" Roland raised his head with his eyes wide open, and shouted in a hoarse voice.
The flame of the holy light was extinguished, and the death knight's body rose with azure blue ripples.
"Ishtoli~!"
"old?"
Alsace and Richard cried out almost simultaneously. Behind Roland, a slim figure is gradually emerging from the air, like a statue carved from crystal. The beautiful long hair is fluttering under the caress of the light, and the girl with a gentle expression is making a protective gesture...
At that moment, the wings of the Dark Eagle shattered the shield of God.
The big sword with a cold light pierced through the heavy air like thunder, leaving silver trails in the gaze. There was a real vibration and physical tremor from the hilt in Roland's hand. A straight slash appeared on Uther's holy silver armor. Blood spurted out from the slash, and the body of the paladin also fell down slowly.
The hall became calm in an instant. The roaring golden flames, bursting water-colored flowers, and the beautiful women carved in glass all evaporated and disappeared, leaving only Roland, who was seriously injured, panting in the center of the hall.
"That, is... Jiu Yuan?" Usel asked intermittently, with a stream of blood dripping from the corner of his mouth.
"Yes, Master." Roland knelt down beside Usel, and this action made him show a painful expression—the aftermath of the Holy Light was still raging on the death knight, but the dying elder was still watching from the students. A subtle gentle expression was captured in his pupils.
"Hey, it's really enviable to appear at such a time." Usel held the apprentice's hand with the last strength, "But let's stop here, Roland. Don't you understand? Revenge due to remorse, the final result can only be more remorse... "
"That's absolutely impossible." The other party's calm answer contained uncontrollable fanaticism and determination.
"In this case, I can only bury you here." Uther's eyes were full of pity and sorrow, "A crazy avenger can't bring any value to the world, you must sleep here with me ~!" With the disappearance of the voice, the expression of the guide of light gradually froze, but his hand still held Roland tightly.
The loud roar made the three victors raise their heads subconsciously, countless sand and gravel poured down from the dome of the hall, and the heavy door was suddenly closed, making the core facility of the tower a prison.
"The fate of the Guardian of Flame?" Roland muttered as if remembering something, and placed Feilian carefully on Uther's chest, "I remembered that when the person who made the contract of Flame died, The magic applied to all important fulcrums of the Fortress of Flame will cause the entire fortress to collapse~!"
"The little secret of the Knights of the Holy Sword? It's a terrible mechanism~!" Alsace said and ran towards the door, "Richard, can you open the door?"
"The magic barrier above has been greatly strengthened, and some kind of seal is drawing the magic power here, I am afraid there will be a big explosion." Lich replied concisely, and began to quickly form complicated handprints, "It must be activated quickly Sending the phalanx, although the magic field is fluctuating violently now... But it's only a gamble, you better pray that you don't get stuck in the rock."
"Come on," Alsace said, helping Roland, whose eyes were a little distracted.
"You must get out of here... otherwise everything is meaningless..." Roland stared at the dead master with a complicated expression.
"Of course, even if it is the famous guide of light, we are not interested in being buried with him at all." Alsace replied like this, and the next moment, the sound of boulders collapsing and dust all over the sky flooded the entire hall.
With the trembling of the Xingjian magic circle, the remaining three walls of the city of flames also began to collapse. The disintegrating stones and dust formed a torrent of waterfalls and washed down the entire fortress, and the buildings collapsed under the powerful impact. Almost at the same time, the four towers that make up the magic circle drew an oblique arc and fell into the sea of wildly flying dust. Accompanied by ear-piercing bangs, large ash clouds were splashed, and the central tower was in a violent magic explosion. become a piece of rubble.
On the steep cliff of the Naga Mountains, Roland looked down at the hellish scene below him without saying a word—the magic power fluctuations of the star-seeing magic circle caused the lich to hastily transfer the phalanx to the mountain flanking the fortress, and the three who escaped happened to be able to possess it. The best bird's-eye view point.
"I killed my master." The death knight whispered to himself, staring at his hands stained with blood and dust.
I killed my master.
"It's a spectacular sight," Richard sighed, with a somewhat helpless tone, "It is roughly estimated that at least 4,000 ghouls will be paid for an explosion of this magnitude, and the chance to intercept the remaining troops of the Knights of the Holy Sword will also be lost. … Such a strategy, I don’t know whether to appreciate it or sigh…”
"They're coming~! The main force of the Alliance~!" Ignoring the Lich's self-mockery, Arthas pointed his finger at the western horizon, and shouted that Roland, who had lost his eyesight, woke up immediately.
The three of them couldn't help but hold their breath and stare intently at the long black line that slightly reflected the cold light of the blade. The ruins at the foot of the mountain were still in chaos, but another kind of silence and desolation slowly spread among the observers, until groups of giant dragons landed in front of the army of undead—the troops of the White Dragon King Klaferig returned. up.
In June 227 of Luvis calendar, the offensive and defensive battle of the Fortress of Flame came to an end within two days. The Knights of the Holy Sword were defeated and retreated after losing 45,000 troops including 1,120 paladins. The undead army paid a price of 35,000 troops, including 576 death knights who disappeared permanently.
Roland, known as the Eagle of Darkness, won the duel with Uther, the Guide of Light.