Flying ice flowers cover the sky and the earth, whether it is the vast mountains or the endless sky, all are shrouded in the howling wind and snow at this moment, and the only thing that covers the sight is the white that freezes all life.
Roland stood alone on the top of Kazak Peak, which pierced into the sky, looking at the desolate northern country under his feet in a trance, letting the sharp north wind blow his cheeks. The snowflakes all over the sky perched on the young man, covered his blond hair, and then broke into little stardust and flowed down his forehead. The melted ice dripped over the stiff lips, the slight astringency was felt on the tongue, and the wind whimpered in the ears.
In the freezing silence, a strange but extremely familiar clear voice sounded behind the young man.
"What are you confused about?"
Roland turned around subconsciously. The first thing that came into his eyes was a huge sword firmly inserted in the base made of solid ice, like a sleeping beast quietly under the illusory curtain of wind and snow. Quietly waiting for the call from the master. Then, beyond the sword edge with a faint blue light, the young man saw the person standing opposite him.
It was almost like a reflection in the water, but Shuang Wai drew an insurmountable gap between the two. Roland's hair is brilliant gold, but Dark Eagle's hair is like flying ashes; Roland's eyes are a beautiful water color, but Dark Eagle's pupils are burning with scorching flames; as soon as snowflakes touch Roland's skin, they will quickly Melting, the Dark Eagle's body was colder than Blizzard itself.
"Just knock down the enemies in front of you. Is there anything else to consider?" The death knight walked over slowly as he said. Roland suddenly found that his body broke free from the control of his will, like a real mirror image, and began to make exactly the same movements as the other party.
"I didn't want to get close to the death knight for the sake of fighting~!"
"You refuse to fight? But besides the instinct to fight, what else do you have?" The other party asked coldly, "A person who doesn't even have a past can't burn his soul, because it was you who abandoned it with your own hands." Everything that can be ignited, and then it becomes what it is now."
"Maybe I really haven't found a reason to fight yet," the person being questioned replied neither humble nor humble, "but at least I have someone I need to protect."
"Really? But if that's the case, why put Oluha in such a dangerous battlefield?" Dark Eagle's words were like a sharp knife, piercing Roland's heart.
The young man's body trembled for an instant. He wanted to regain control of his body, but his legs still moved mechanically until the death knight who existed like a mirror image stopped. Now the two of them were standing face to face in the center of the platform, separated only by the two-handed sword that exuded a cold breath.
"You are nothing but a selfish person who is afraid of being alone." A sarcastic smile flickered across the corner of Dark Eagle's mouth, like a fleeting meteor between two leaden clouds in a dark clouded sky, "An indeterminate There is no difference between the target warrior and the walking dead, and the 'Guardian' uttered from such a mouth is just a joke."
Roland turned pale and wanted to refute, but suddenly found that he could only make a meaningless broken sound from his throat. Then, the two hands simultaneously held Shuang Wai's ice-cold sword hilt.
"You don't need to hide anything in front of me, because I am you and you are me." The death knight said, pulling out the huge sleeping weapon with all his might. Accompanied by the crisp sound of shattering ice, the symmetrical connection between the Dark Eagle and Roland, like the reflection in water, was finally broken~!
The sword was in the hand of the undead, but the blade was on the neck of a man. The flames in the death knight's eyes were blazing, but the youth's water-colored pupils revealed fear, anxiety, and helpless confusion.
"You have erased everything in your soul, but I still exist." The Dark Eagle said quietly, the voice passed through the whimpers of the wind and snow, and floated into Roland's ears, "I still exist in Cato It exists in the memories of Li and Aulha, in the singing of Ishtoli, in the edge of this sword, and anywhere in the world except you."
"Maybe you have changed, but don't forget that the world that imprisoned you has not changed." The other party's words gradually faded away, while the endless night sky swallowed up the mountains and blizzards in an instant, covering everything in an impenetrable darkness .
Dream... is it a dream
Roland sat up abruptly, panting heavily. He subconsciously grabbed Shuang Wai's sword hilt, but the moment he turned his head, his gaze uncontrollably stayed on Oluha's peaceful sleeping face.
It was already late at night, and the moonlight caressed the girl's slightly trembling eyelashes, outlining the delicate outline of the elf's face. Although it was hazy, it carried an irresistible temptation. Due to the frequent use of prayer techniques to detect during the day, and the need to reduce rest in order to catch up with the swift march of the death knights, the tired Oluha now sleeps deeply, and the slender and even breathing sounds entered the young man's ears, listening It sounds like a beautiful singing voice.
But if this is the case, why put Oluha in such a dangerous battlefield? The sharp question of the Dark Eagle emerged from his mind, making Roland's heart ache.
When Oluha decided to leave the Sophia Freedom Army with the person he valued most, it caused great dissatisfaction and backlash, but the elf, who has always been considerate, rejected all opinions and insisted on following Roland on the journey to find the death knight. Numerous difficulties and dangers followed. Perhaps the undead are not hostile, but terrible enemies lurk everywhere on the road they pass. This was almost fatal to the team consisting of only Oluha, Roland and Alberta. After several dangerous encounters, the elves had to use prayers to detect the enemy.
After several weeks of marching, the trackers finally got a chance to catch the target—the death knight's camp was twenty kilometers away, and now the only thing to consider was the reason and wording to convince the opponent. But at this time, Roland, who came to his senses, fell into an unsolvable confusion and wavering.
Can I protect her? Or should I just give up? The young man asked himself the question, but got no answer. It's too deep now, even if you want to get out, it's not easy, but if the danger really comes, is it possible to resolve it safely with only your current strength
Roland was not sure.
"What should I do?" He sighed in a low voice, and then gently bent over to straighten the girl's loose long hair, so lightly that he couldn't even notice it.
Alberta was in charge of the night watch today. He gripped the hilt of his sword tightly and meticulously felt the weak fluctuations transmitted from the magic alarm network, but then Roland with erratic eyes appeared in front of him.
"Why, did you have a nightmare?" The elf frowned—if his companion can't take a good rest today, he might doze off when it's his turn to watch the night tomorrow. A cautious magic swordsman doesn't want to see that kind of nightmare. Condition.
"Maybe, but it can also be regarded as a warning or a mockery." The other party shrugged, and then sat cross-legged beside Alberta, "In short, lying down will only make the situation worse."
The elf nodded in understanding, and then said nothing. The two of them waited in silence. After a long while, Roland spoke again, and asked a nonsensical question straightforwardly.
"How long have you been Aurha's bodyguard?"
Alberta raised her eyes in confusion, and stared at the other person in disbelief for a while, as if she was trying to determine who the person standing in front of her was. It took a long time for him to finally return to normal, and he replied lightly: "Since Aurha was born, I have been designated as her personal bodyguard."
"Personal bodyguard?" Roland blinked and repeated in a surprised tone, "If it's a personal bodyguard... wouldn't women be more suitable?"
"From the perspective of safety, I am the only candidate. Although there is no way to compete with high-level death knights, magic swordsmen can still be regarded as the most powerful fighters in Brainas." The elf's words implied Some kind of helplessness and heaviness that the youth could not understand, and aware of the confusion of human beings, Alberta smiled self-deprecatingly, and then began to explain, "Oluha's power as a magician is extremely important to the elf kingdom. In the eyes of readers, she may be like the treasure of the town, but Oluha's personal will as a girl has been completely ignored... "
"So you just need to ensure safety? I understand." Roland nodded and answered briefly.
But the elf saw the flame in the pupil of the opponent, and the flame made him unable to restrain himself from overlapping the young man in front of him with the other Roland Strife he had met - a long time ago, it was this flame that would spread all over the world. All the shackles around Oluha were burned, and the imprisoned bird was able to fly out of the cage.
For himself, the obstacles that were as difficult to overcome as mountains were useless in front of Roland. He did what he could never do—taught Oluha what freedom meant, and taught her how to achieve it all on her own.
"But, since you know this, why don't you refute it?" The young man's voice came from afar, but it didn't mean any reproach—for Roland, he was the one who brought Aurha into the battlefield. Introspective.
The elf who came back to his senses just shook his head, and then refused with silence. But unexpectedly, the other party raised Shuang Wai~!
"There is a situation." The soldier tensed up whispered, a cold light flashed across his pupils.
"But...the magic warning didn't move."
"The enemy is nearby~!" Roland emphasized his tone. The elf stopped arguing. As a magic swordsman, he trusted his spells quite a lot, but his experience of escaping from the edge of life and death many times told him that the warrior's intuition should not be ignored.
"I'm going to wake up Oluha." Alberta replied calmly, holding the long sword on his chest, and then slowly retreated to the camp in the forest. The young man nodded, still holding the big sword tightly, and put on a defensive posture.
When Roland was chatting with Alberta, there were indeed three monitors hidden in the shadows of the forest—a scout squad sent by the Ice Crown Knights was hiding in the high tree canopy—the original martial law of the undead The range is not large, but during the confrontation with the White Dragon Clan, in order to detect the enemy's swift raid from the air in time, the Dark Eagle expanded the martial law area of the Knights to a huge range with a radius of 25 kilometers. This rule has not been cancelled, so the scouts found the three of them easily.
But in the face of the former leader who lost his memory, the eyes of the three death knights contained only curiosity and surprise. What really touched Roland's intuition was not the sight of the deceased, but the slim figure hidden on another tree. figure.
Feeling so uneasy just aiming with a dart? As a fighter, it can be regarded as the top...Through the staggered leaf shadows, Zephyris evaluated his prey in his heart. However, what surprised Nightingale was that the opponent's sword-holding posture was full of flaws.
trap? Or is it nothing but intuition? The girl speculated, keeping her eyes on the prey's every move.
At this moment, an extremely familiar voice came into her ears through the power of the magic earring: "Zefi, how is the situation?"
"Three adventurers were found 30 kilometers away from our army's position," Nightingale replied softly, twirling the dart in her hand absently, "One of them seems to be more difficult, but if necessary, we can kill them all... What should I do, teacher?"
After a few seconds of silence, the other party asked back: "How far are you from the position of the goddess messengers?"
"It's about twenty kilometers away. Don't worry, I won't mess around." Zefelice's handsome face was filled with warmth, "And the 'Great Mage' gave me a lot of escape tools..." At this point , the girl suddenly stopped talking, and surprise ripples flashed across her pupils.
"Huh?"
"What's the matter, Zephy?" There was an immediate response from the earring.
"There are dark whistle, three death knights." The girl longing for a home disappeared, replaced by Nightingale, whose eyes were as sharp as a blade. "The plan has changed. I will deal with them first and then deal with the adventurers."
"...well, just be careful."
Although the other party couldn't see it, Zephyris still nodded seriously. Then she moved, quickly and silently shuttled among the vertical and horizontal branches and leaves, as unreal as a shadow cast by the moonlight.
The three death knights each chose a tree more than ten meters high to hide, and they were distributed in a font. In this way, no matter what kind of emergency they encounter, they can quickly support each other. On the other hand, although the breath of death flowing from the surface of the undead seems out of place in the lush forest, there is no need to worry about this at the moment—the lich has already cast suppression spells on them, and the originally cold body can now easily merge into it. In the background, there is no need to worry about being discovered.
However, at this moment, Roland's behavior shook the three observers of the reconnaissance team.
"Did he find us?" The one on the left couldn't hold his breath at first, and was communicating with his colleagues through the magic communication network at the moment.
"Although our former leader is still very sensitive, it doesn't seem like it's aimed at us... After all, even the direction of holding the sword is reversed." The tone was interrupted.
"If it wasn't aimed at us, who would it be aimed at?... Does Roland Strife's actions mean that there are other people here?" One question after another made the other two relaxed death knights tense instantly stand up. The next moment, as if in response to the captain's question, a small dart drew silver-gray light marks in the haze of branches and leaves, and shot directly at the forehead of the leading knight.
The death knight was taken aback, and raised his sword to block before he had time to think. The sparks from the collision of metals tore away the cover of the night in an instant, and with the fleeting light, the undead finally saw the enemy above their heads - Zephyris was jumping down from a higher branch, growing The sword strikes the prey's head like lightning.
After the loud noise of the two swords intersecting, the deceased barely caught the top-down slash, but the branch under his feet broke with a "snap" due to the overwhelmed weight, and the undead fell down in embarrassment. After falling for several seconds, the victim finally regained his balance and stood on the vertical tree trunk again. At the same time, Nightingale had already used the recoil to lightly leap onto another branch, and was now condescendingly looking down on the three enemies who had finally entered the fighting state.
"That guy..." The death knight closest to Zefelis spat, and jumped over without hesitation. Although the opponent has extremely high sword skills, it is difficult for ordinary humans to compare with the death knight who can control gravity on a branch more than ten meters above the ground. The undead intends to end the battle in one fell swoop with its own advantages.
The sifted cold moonlight dotted mottled shadows on the battlefield in the air, and the two sides walked in front and back in the crisscross leaf net of the dark forest like the beating syllables in a piano score. But then, one of them fell from the staff without warning—it was the death knight closest to the human girl.
The powerful power bestowed by Ishutori will never betray the master at the most critical moment. It is not the mistakes of the undead that caused the interruption of the forest nocturne, but the lightning-fast Jingwang sword in the hands of Zefelis - in the gap of high-speed shuttle , She was able to predict the advancing route of the pursuers behind her, and cut off the branch that the opponent was about to step on with a precise sword.
The unbalanced deceased revealed a flaw in an instant, perhaps only the size of a pinhole, but it was enough for death to pass through. Nightingale suddenly spun her body in mid-air, and then threw her backhand violently. The long silver thread cut through the air in an instant, and then shot into the undead's eyebrows. The death knight who was pierced through the head immediately froze, and then fell straight into the air, crushing countless branches and hitting the ground heavily.
"Bastard~!" Witnessing the death of his companion, the pupils of the deceased suddenly ignited a raging flame. Driven by anger, the speed of the other two pursuers suddenly increased a lot, but their blades were still five steps away from the girl's vest, and no matter how hard they tried, they couldn't change it.
"There are two more." Nightingale murmured to herself in a light tone as she passed between the dense leaves.
True warriors will focus all their attention on the battle itself, and nothing around them, including death, can shake them even the slightest bit. Only when lying on the ground with chronic fatal injuries, the pain and fear will entangle the will that is about to be wiped out, but before that, the warrior sees only himself and the enemy's sword edge.
But the main problem now is that although the three adventurers in the clearing in the forest have entered the fighting state, the enemy has not appeared. What accompanied them was not the battle that required concentration, but the shadows of cups, bows and snakes that surrounded them from all directions.
What is going on~!
Roland still held Shuanggui tightly, his tight body made him ready to attack at any time, but the young man's expression was a little bewildered. He didn't know the identities of the two sides in the battle, he could only hear the sound of swords clashing constantly, and occasionally bright sparks splashed in the curtain of the dark night—something was moving and flashing at an extremely fast speed in the heights of the trees.
"What should we do now?" Alberta interrupted his companion's observation and asked with some concern.
"Continue to wait." The young man replied coldly, "Rushing out of the siege when you don't know the situation is tantamount to leaving your back to the enemy, and there is no chance of survival."
"What if the victor is the enemy?" the elf retorted. "No, it's likely that neither of the belligerents cares about our lives."
"If the victor is the enemy and intends to target us..." Roland's voice was rarely cold, "At least he has to step over my corpse first~!"
The two sword bearers stood at the two ends of the open space, while Oluha stood in the center, holding a longbow and waiting quietly. The girl's expression was calm, but the blond youth didn't ignore the hidden uneasiness in the pupils of the other party because of this. The haze made Roland's heart ache.
Why put Oluha in such a dangerous battlefield
The sharp question broke free from the shackles of the dream, and passed into Roland's ears unstoppably, the sound was as loud as thunder and lightning in a rainstorm.
In the next moment, the sound of breaking branches and leaves broke the atmosphere that was almost collapsing. The last death knight was forced to jump out of the dense forest by an unknown enemy, while another light and slender figure appeared from the dark stage, jumping up and intercepting the falling prey.
The battle-hardened living and dead clashed fiercely in the air, and the light from the friction of the blades of the weapons illuminated everyone's eyes. Then, the two-handed sword of the death knight was knocked into the air, and it spun into the ground in front of Roland's eyes. The trembling hilt was still connected to the hands of the undead.
The loser's heavy body was like a kite with a broken thread, drawing an arc in mid-air and hitting the ground. The blood spurting from his two severed arms fell onto the leaves of the surrounding trees, and there was a crackling rain. The next moment, before the undead who had lost both hands stood up, Nightingale stepped on his chest accurately, and the long sword in his hand trembled, piercing through the prey's eyebrows without hesitation. With the brain tissue being brutally destroyed, the death knight finally became a cold corpse that could not move.
Zephyris drew the sword slowly and gracefully, letting blood drip silently down the bright spine.
Her beautiful eyes swept across the two elves, and finally caught the sight of the young man holding a giant sword opposite her, and time seemed to freeze at that moment.
Then, Nightingale's clear voice broke the dead silence: "Don't make senseless resistance, otherwise it will only bring more pain."
"What did you say~!? He actually..." Faroshida's voice rose an octave in an instant, but then she immediately stopped talking, and then stared straight at the Lich in front of her.
"This is the report sent by the scouts half an hour ago. Our former head and Miss Oluha are now camping 20 kilometers away from here." Richard's eyes revealed a sly light , "Unless there is a breakdown in the magic communication network, or the members of the Ice Crown Knights are joking during the mission, which one do you think is more likely?"
"Roland..." the blond girl said softly and shook her head, "Why did you run to the battlefield?"
"Whether he keeps his memory or not, a person like him will never be willing to stay in the greenhouse for the rest of his life, not to mention the plan has been overheard." The undead shrugged and played with the magic sand table on the table absently, " Do you have the feeling that Roland Strife might accept this arrangement—'Guide him out of danger, and live the rest of his life like a normal man.'”
For the other party's sharp retort question, Faroshidai was speechless, but still tried to refute: "But if it's Auruha, it should be possible..."
"The elf prayer was also imprisoned before, and it was Roland who helped her get free. Now, you want her to lock her benefactor in the greenhouse instead, isn't it too ironic?" The lich finally smiled Get up, "Although there is an emotional sympathy, you and her must have very different ideas in this regard. Poor Falozide, I finally made up my mind, but I entrusted it to the wrong person."
Faroshidai's blue pupils showed anger for a moment, but then, the color mixed with sadness and nostalgia washed away everything in the girl's eyes. She subconsciously avoided the wise eyes of the undead, and said to herself in a barely audible voice: "Now... what should I do?"
"Go see him." Richard replied seriously, "Maybe he came to see you."
To see Roland
Am I eligible for that
Is this allowed
When standing face to face, what shall I say
Farrow asked himself, but couldn't get an answer. The only thing the confused girl can do is to lower her head and let her long hair hide her expression.
And Richard waited quietly opposite her, waiting for the choice to come. As the first mortal to come into contact with Ishutori, the Lich has witnessed the birth of countless death knights. Although the girl in front of her does not desire power, the flames in her eyes are no different from those of the death knights, just like Roland's revenge Just like wandering in confusion among guardians, Falohide also has to make her own choice.
Do you continue to escape, or confide in your thoughts
After a while, the girl finally raised her head, her lips parted slightly. But in the next moment, the subtle atmosphere between the living and the dead was suddenly interrupted, the door of the tent was thrown open by some rough guy, and the icy moonlight swallowed the faint halo of the lighting spell in an instant.
"What's the matter? Are you hesitant?" Alsace frowned, "If you don't go to see him, then I'm leaving."
"What does this have to do with you~!?" The two were stunned, and then roared angrily at the same time.
"Don't get me wrong, I'm not interested in the current Roland." The death knight continued without any reflection, "It's just that the Lich lost contact with the three scouts just now, and it is estimated that they have been killed by the enemy. Killed."
"What?" Faluoshidai's pupils shrank instantly.
"There seems to be only one enemy, probably also a scout. Killing three of my subordinates in the blink of an eye is probably quite a tricky guy." Alsace's blood-red pupils inadvertently flashed a ray of flames, "Whether it is For the sake of the Knights or for me personally, I can't let him go... Aren't you going to see it?"
Roland, who had lost his memory, had no enemies. The opponent must have come for Ishutoli, and it was impossible to point the blade at ordinary adventurers. Falohide tried to convince herself with this reason, but in the next second, before the words of the undead had time to fade away, the girl had already rushed out.