At dawn on the third day, after the construction of the fortifications was completed, the main force of the alliance took the lead in taking the lead in attacking. The vast formation spread out by the 400,000 troops is like a huge carpet, covering the entire plain and cutting off the sight line. As far as the undead can see, there are all big nets woven by Jianguang, like a sea of steel undulating. The sound of metal grinding indicates the bloodthirsty desire of the weapon, and the loud prayer of the priest inspires the high-pitched will of the soldiers, but the battlefield under the oppression of the army seems more and more silent.
"Can't you use the horse defense array?" A paladin complained regretfully, looking at the huge tower shield array set up by hoplites behind him.
"For the enemy who captured the city of flames in just two days, we must not take it lightly. Those shields are useless in front of the death knights. If they are allowed to rush in, our army will definitely suffer heavy losses." Knights of the Holy Chain Long Joey replied briefly, as Uther once made the judgment, he also arranged nearly 3,000 paladins from the entire alliance at the forefront of the front, and on both sides were supplemented by elite knights from various countries. .
"Braking with motion, is that what you mean?" Necro, the head of the Holy Grail Knights, frowned. "In this kind of plain, if you accelerate, how much momentum will those nightmares have?"
"Even if there are heavy casualties, there is no other choice. Compared with charging... the situation of the adjutants is much more dangerous." Joey sighed and added in a low voice.
Compared with the uneasy feeling of the knights on the battlefield, the atmosphere in the Central Command is even more tense-here, the sage who is in charge of commanding the entire army has to face not only the army of undead who are staring at him.
"Your Majesty Wendam, please look here. You are responsible for the front of the second line of defense. There should be no problem?" Kadar stroked the sand table with his fingers and asked in a normal tone, but there was something hidden in it. An unmistakable tone of command.
"But..." Wendam's voice couldn't help trembling.
On the sand table, on both sides of the second defensive formation, are the elite knights of Storgard and Terras. As for Wendam himself, there were only four infantry phalanxes besides the close knights. Obviously, Kadar did not want to hide his real purpose - to use Wendam as a bait to lure Roland into the pocket formation. .
"Master Sage, the death knight's assault ability...it's not enough to resist with four infantry phalanx~!"
Facing the opponent's protest, Kadar finally couldn't help but put on a straight face: "On the battlefield, no one's life is guaranteed. What kind of strategy is most suitable is not determined by your opinion. ,His Majesty."
Wendam shivered involuntarily, fine sweat crawled all over his forehead unconsciously. No one can escape Luvis's punishment, the scene in front of him seems to be telling, and through Kadar's harsh actions, the four kings on the other side once again felt the suffocating majesty and power of the King's Hall.
"We have detailed information. The Dark Eagle is the senior leader of the Death Knights. If he messes up, it will definitely have a great impact on the overall situation. The only one who can do this is you—Wenda Hum. This is a very rare opportunity given by the Holy See, I hope you can make good use of it." Kadar said, and his eyes returned to the sand table, "Also, take a closer look, you have enough buffering power and Withdraw space, as long as the knights supporting the two wings surround each other, then you can join forces with the third line of defense to fight back against the undead army together."
"Do you have any other comments?" After a long silence, the mage finally asked.
Overwhelmed by the opponent's tough momentum, Wendam finally had to bow his head to accept the order, and when the five kings all left the tent, Kadar showed the worry under the stern expression.
"Being charged with a felony, he still wants to hide in the back safely. This guy really has no shame. There will be such scum in the alliance." Dilicia said and sighed—as a paladin directly under the Holy See Well, she knew the whole battle plan from the very beginning, that's why she just watched with cold eyes.
"There is really no way," Kadar smiled wryly. "Speaking of which, we should thank Roland for annihilating the main force of Alazea, otherwise these kings would not be so easy to surrender."
"This level of combat alone shows fear. If they know the mission of the commando, they will probably tremble with fright?" Mathis snorted, "Sure enough, the Holy See can't trust the secular power too much, can it be called The Sword of the Goddess is probably only the Holy Knights.”
"But... we have to pay a heavy price for this..." Thinking of the upcoming combat operations, Kadar clenched his fists involuntarily.
If Wendam and the kings are pawns in the Hall of the French King, then our Hall of the King of the French King is the pawn of Louise, right? It turns out that small creatures like human beings can never rely on their own strength to win, but can only exchange their lives for comfort...
"Don't worry, the fighting spirit of the entire commando team is very high." As if seeing through Kadar's mind, Dilicia smiled and patted him on the shoulder, "Everyone is not just for God's prophecy, the future of the alliance and The belief of the fighters is what really drives us to fight."
"Having said that, this mission is simply to die. Such a victory is worthless." The great sage just shook his head sadly.
"Don't be so unconfident when you come up. The proportion of mages and priests in the commando is very high. It's not that there is no chance of survival." Dilicia comforted, and Methis and Anthony beside her nodded equally confidently.
"Really, the person seeing off shouldn't look downcast." Antonidas smiled, "We will be back~!"
"The large transfer phalanx is ready, we should go too." Dilicia turned her head and said to her companion, "Kadar, remember to bless us, otherwise..."
But the female knight's words were interrupted. The mage didn't explain in words, but hugged her directly. The two figures overlapped each other for several seconds before Dilicia came back to her senses. Her fair face turned red immediately, but her body did not resist.
"Please be sure to come back..." the sage said softly.
"Well, Kadar." Dilicia's resolute eyes melted at that moment, "I promise, I will definitely come back."
The entire Ice Crown Knights are ready, the bright silver armor reflects the dazzling light, and the burning soul fire draws a neat battle line. Behind the nightmare is the statue-like army of motionless ghouls, like a stagnant pool of water, even the warmest sunlight in the morning can't cause even the slightest fluctuation in this darkness.
"Finally, it's about to start. The main forces of both sides are fighting head-on. Hmph, even the dullest guy can feel that the aura here is already restlessly thirsting for blood~!" Alsace grabbed the rein eagerly, from behind The raging canyon wind that blew up his black cloak made it look like a gigantic banner.
Roland just rubbed the knight's spear in his hand silently.
"What's the matter with you, you've been lazy for the past few days. If you continue like this, I think even the recruits of the alliance can beat you." Alsace looked at the opponent with interest.
"Stop preaching a few words, a Richard here is enough, what else do you want?" Roland's tone was still indifferent, but the response was a bit out of place, "I am myself, no matter what I become, I must achieve it." It's just my wish."
"Weird guy..."
Just as Alsace was shaking his head and muttering, Richard's voice came into the minds of the two of them: "Everyone is in position, I will take charge of the whole later, remember to complete every detail with absolute precision. This time the plain Battles are completely different from siege battles, and we are also at an extreme disadvantage in terms of numbers, so we must use the speed of the death knights to make up the gap between the two sides, and there must be no negligence."
This is a magical network built by those genius liches. With the help of the magic tower, this invisible communication network covers the entire army. It not only allows the mages in the rear to easily manipulate ghouls and other undead puppets , and also connected to the command center. Therefore, the death knight galloping across the battlefield can obtain important information from the Lich at the first time, and use this to seize the fleeting moment, like a sharp knife, straight into the deadly part of the opponent's formation.
"Well, indeed, one Richard is enough..." Alsace curled his lips.
"Even if we are usually confused, when we go to the battlefield, we will instinctively block everything that is not related to the battle." Roland shrugged, "There is nothing to worry about."
The next moment, the Lich finally issued an order to charge. This short sentence is like a stone falling into the dead water, immediately arousing chain fluctuations. The death knights shouted loudly, turned into a hurricane wave, and rushed towards the human knights who were also roaring and starting to charge in the distance.
The scene from four days ago was repeated, but this time the battle line was much longer. Nearly 10,000 death knights lined up in a double-layer charge, occupying a cross-section of tens of kilometers to intercept the charge of 15,000 knights from the alliance's first front—more than 2,500 of them were paladins. The spider warriors on the two wings followed closely behind. These undead attacked from the side relying on the balance brought by the heavy carapace and eight legs.
The Great Plains trembled under the drum-like hooves, and there was a huge rumbling roar. The wind and sand, dust and ice chips were mixed together, and they were left behind the death knight in the blink of an eye. Under the high-speed charge, the ground under Roland was like a blurred white paper, and as the field of vision continued to expand, humans soon entered the distance where they could be clearly observed.
The first thing that came into the pupils of the deceased were two young faces. There was determination in their eyes that could not be ignored, and the light of death contained on the spear, it was almost like the reflection of the undead in the mirror. In the blink of an eye, the two lances cut through the turbulent air and charged towards Roland.
The death knight's dodge speed surpassed that of ordinary people, causing one of them to miss, and almost at the same time, Roland changed the trajectory of the other with the lance in his hand. When the sharp tip of the spear picked up Roland's long hair, the lance in his hand felt a tremor buried in his body. But the opponent's twitching body has not yet fallen off the horse, the undead has already pulled out Frost Lamentation, the light of the sword edge swept across the neck of the other person, and a gushing blood arrow shot out immediately.
"Continue to charge, cut them into small pieces, and break through the defense here as soon as possible~!" Roland's silent cry came into the minds of the death knights around him. In response, their blades became even crazier, bringing in more red, like a paintbrush soaked in cinnabar, ruthlessly depicting the crazy Shura field in front of them.
Although the strength of the Knights of the Icecrown makes all enemies tremble, the victory of the war depends crucially on the endurance of the main force-the Ghoul Legion must eliminate as many infantry as possible, while maintaining their own numbers. Once the main force is destroyed, it means the end of the war. In order to prevent the ghouls from being destroyed before exerting their regenerative power, the death knights must control the rhythm of the battlefield and prevent the alliance knights from attacking the weak link of the front.
On the other hand, in order to prevent the battle situation from becoming a situation of strong against strong and weak against weak, the death knight needs to slaughter as many of the opponent's main force as possible - the infantry - Roland and Alsa The purpose of the 2,500 knights led by Si is to tear a gap in the human assault force.
Relying on the coordinating guidance of the liches, the death knights kept attacking the weak points of the enemy's front, while deftly avoiding their sharp edges. Under the ever-changing situation, the two huge waves that were originally rampant now have completely different forms. If the knights of the alliance are extremely hard hammers, then the death knights are flexible quicksilver. No matter how hard the hammer tries to catch it, there is still nothing in the end, but the scattered mercury beads will condense together behind it.
While the metal was panting, the wounds of the death knights were rapidly healing, but the wounds of the humans were still bleeding. For the warriors of the Alliance, without the help of the Holy Light, the hearts or brains of the undead must be destroyed to kill them completely, but the number of paladins is relatively too small, and the priests who came from the two wings are also trapped. In the quagmire of fighting the spider warrior, he couldn't play his due role at all. However, the death knights took the lead in winning the light of the sword of the battlefield by virtue of the power bestowed by the gods.
Breakthrough~! Roland's vision suddenly brightened, and the dark crowd and the dazzling sword light had been left behind. Now his troops finally broke into the open area between the first and second formations of the alliance. Install infantry.
"Reorganize the formation and disperse them~!" He flicked the big sword in his hand.
Under the command, the death knights that infiltrated from the defense quickly and orderly formed a triangular formation, and began to attack the human infantry non-stop—for the nightmare with extremely high acceleration, this distance can bring a huge momentum. Enough to pierce a steel shield like tissue paper.
Frost Lament cut through one shield after another with the light of the cold breath, and the barriers made of steel fell down in pieces. And the next moment, when the banner in the center of the heavy infantry regiment came into Roland's sight, the death knight who had slashed through the thorns and thorns couldn't help but froze on the spot.
"That's... that flag?" Roland's voice trembled.
The death knight reined in subconsciously, as if he couldn't believe what he saw—the flag burned into his eyes was vividly embroidered with two halberds guarded by Pegasus. For any Elazean, that is an all-too-familiar symbol—the royal symbol. And beneath that banner, a man wearing a crown set the Avenger's soul on fire.
"Windam~!!" The gushing flames immediately filled Roland's eyes, and his expression was instantly distorted by hatred. The aura of hatred was so strong that the surrounding death knights reflexively rode their horses away from the almost crazy leader.
"Lord Richard, Roland has lost contact with the magic net." A lich reported, with some confusion in his tone, "It seems to be because of too strong fluctuations in consciousness..."
"How is it possible?" The other party frowned, and immediately observed the front line of the battlefield with farsightedness, and what was displayed in front of him was the scene the commander least wanted to see - the troops led by Roland had already penetrated into the enemy's line alone, completely Lost contact with the main striker and is now in a state of isolation.
"Damn it..." the lich muttered in a low voice.
However, whether the magic communication was interrupted or the battle line was too deep, none of these could stop Roland from rushing. As if driven by his master's steel-whip-like will, the Nightmare horse he stepped on galloped with all his might, sparks were almost bursting out from under his feet, and all the death knights known for their maneuverability had to gallop wildly behind him. This will prevent the main general from being surrounded by the enemy.
The bright line drawn by Frost Grief happily lengthened due to the surge in movement speed, the armor of the six soldiers was torn apart in an instant, and the two halves of the body flew into the air under the action of a huge external force, scattering pieces of meat and blood rain. In the next moment, the death knight nimbly leaped into the air on his horse. Before the soldiers in heavy armor had time to raise their heads, Nightmare had precisely stepped on the head of a soldier. Accompanied by the crisp sound of the spine breaking, the death knight leaped up again, skillfully shuttled through the shining swords, and the undead jumped a few times in a row, and the king's flag of Alazea suddenly approached a lot.
It's almost here~!
Whether it was the battle situation or Richard's call, everything had been left behind by Roland. Now, apart from the heartbeat and the sound of the sword being swung, the only thought in Roland's mind was how to fight his way out and kill his enemies.
Is it possible for a person to become like this in order to revenge for such a boring thing? It's like summoning a bloody berserker... No, maybe it's even crazier. It's incredible. The battlefield was in chaos, and shouts of killing could be heard endlessly, but Alsace couldn't help but rein in his horse, and looked at Roland who had turned into an Avenger fascinatedly, without moving a muscle.
Maybe that's the part I lack, otherwise, as a swordsman who has lived for hundreds of years, I have no reason to lose to him. However, what exactly is that? fanaticism? talent? emotional? Still persistent
"I still don't understand, maybe fighting you again will be rewarding?" Alsace said to himself, showing a strange smile, "Hey, before that, you must not die."
"How is it possible? No one can stop the Dark Eagle? That guy has even separated from the army, and he is just alone~!" Even Kadar, who has always been calm, trembled a little at this moment.
He originally thought that as long as Roland was successfully introduced into the second formation, the troops encircled from the side would be able to catch him and his death knights in one go, but the current situation is still deteriorating. Although the knights in the encirclement had a numerical advantage, they had no time to stop the extremely mobile opponent. Roland, who was mad, broke through almost the entire infantry phalanx by himself, and was rapidly approaching. Windham.
Think about it with your knees, if the king of Alazea is killed, the alliance will have no cards to play.
"We must delay for a little longer, otherwise Dilicia and the others will..." Kadar made up his mind secretly, and then issued an order loudly, "There is no other way, call the Paladin reserve team and send them to support the central infantry phalanx."
"This, so early?" The mage on the side couldn't help asking.
"If something happens to the King of Alazea now, then our line may really be broken." The sage's tone was like a taut string, "There is no room for maneuver, send me command, immediately use the short-distance transfer phalanx.”
The brilliance of magic soon appeared before Roland's eyes, like a screen, blocking his way. Under the cover of the spreading hexagram light, the support squadron composed of twenty silver paladins and eighty sea blue paladins quickly formed an enveloping formation.
Is that guy a fallen paladin
Looking at the blood-soaked, flaming eyes of the evil ghost, even the most experienced fighters couldn't help feeling terrified. But everyone believed that in front of a hundred paladins, not to mention evil spirits, even a dragon would not be able to break through the iron wall.
"Listen, Dark Eagle, we won't let you go..."
As soon as the leading team leader opened his mouth, his words were interrupted—the high-ranking paladin's head was smashed into pieces by the passing stern sword wind, and the huge impact caused the corpse to fly out. Perhaps in order to vent the hatred that filled his body, Roland, who claimed to be not bloodthirsty, struck back with another sword. The horse that lost its master screamed and was cut off in the middle. The surrounding sight was imprisoned by the blood cage at that moment, and when the paladins came back to their senses and drew their swords, the enemies with flaming eyes had already approached them.
"Cursed undead~!" The paladin stepped forward without fear, holding the sword in both hands to block, but it wasn't until the two swords collided that he realized that the opponent's strength was far superior to his own. The knight in full body armor was thrown flying out, and fell to the ground with a "bang" sound, and then the death knight stepped on his horse, and the opponent was killed instantly.
"Go away, you trash." Roland glanced at the paladin phalanx with threatening eyes, "Don't stand in front of me~!"
This sentence was more like a provocation than a warning, and the anger in the eyes of the human beings suddenly became brighter, and more paladins began to approach—they planned to attack from all directions at the same time.
"Okay, you are not afraid of death, are you?" The death knight felt that his soul was stirring, as if there was a wild beast licking its teeth and grinding its claws inside.
"Then use your body to feel my pain~!" Roland replied with a sneer, urging his mount and rushing towards the paladin who was also shouting. The nightmare who had been burned by the anger of the dead let out a shrill neigh, and carved deep hoofprints on the ground, like wounds turned out of flesh and blood.
It's just a little difference, maybe only tens of meters~! As long as I can break through the line of defense in front of me, I can kill him~! Roland walked on the edge of the weapon, but his eyes stayed on the flag not far away again and again.
After a few back and forth, nearly 20 paladins had fallen in this narrow area. The blood stained the grass and mixed with the soil, making it particularly dazzling. Roland's own condition was equally bad. Under the burning of the holy light spell, the bright silver armor was cracked in many places, and the broken cloak was torn off by the death knight and thrown on the ground casually.
You can't stop me, charge again~! Roland tugged at the reins vigorously, like a longbow at full strength, just waiting for the moment to be shot.
However, before that, a figure suddenly flashed in front of his eyes with dazzling magic light, the death knight was stunned, and his movements froze in an instant. But before Roland had time to ask a question, the uninvited guest spit out a short incantation from his mouth, and the second transfer phalanx that followed immediately pulled the blood-soaked warrior and the caster away from the battlefield.
"It's you, Richard? What are you doing?" Roland looked around, only to realize that he was brought back to the back of the battlefield, and the flames of anger burst out from his eyes immediately.
"Look at what you've done~!? What are you doing?" The death knight's roar almost tore the opponent's eardrums, "Send me back to Wendam right now~!"
"The enchantment attached to the king's flag is very strong, and it cannot be broken through by simply transferring the phalanx..."
"Then send me back to where I was just now~! Listen to me, no matter what happens, I must kill him." Roland interrupted impatiently, with a strong killing intent in his eyes, "Even if Even you don't want to stop me."
"Of course I have no reason to stop your revenge. But as Orin of Ishutoli, you must first take up your own responsibilities." Richard accepted the other party's sight without fear, and his ice-blue pupils revealed With a rare resoluteness, "Also, don't use the 'death knight's wish above all else' excuse to prevaricate me."
"Richard, what exactly are you trying to say?" The deceased narrowed his eyes and slowly raised the great sword in his hand.
"An accident happened to the Ice Crown~! Lu Weisi actually dispatched a death squad, intending to directly destroy Ishutoli's soul stone."
"What~!?" The death knight's tone carried an indelible shake.
The mountain wind in the north was even more bone-chilling than imagined. When the airflow mixed with ice chips and snowflakes passed by, Dilicia couldn't help wrapping the fur cloak around the chain armor tightly again.
At this moment, a team of one hundred and fifty warriors is climbing the Arete Mountains. Even though the mages put barrier protection on everyone, it was still very difficult for human beings to move in front of such a steep cliff. After hours of hard work, they finally overcame the huge natural barrier and reached the peak that almost touched the sky.
Is that... the Ice Crown? The shock that couldn't be ignored immediately caught Dilicia's eyes firmly, and the scene in front of her almost made her forget the purpose of this trip in an instant.
Under the cover of the fluttering snowflakes, the majestic magenta palace sits on the top of the mountain, like a sleeping dragon. The water under the moat glows dazzlingly, like a wonderfully crafted necklace. The warm candlelight shines through the colorful windows, gently stroking the blooming flowers around. Under the unpredictable aurora on the top of the sky, the entire castle It's like a hazy and misty mirage, which makes people feel extremely far away, but it's close at hand.
It's like a world that only exists in fairy tales, and it's a sight that makes one's mind stagnate.
"Can we do... such a thing?" The female knight couldn't help lowering her head, muttering to herself, "Killing God..."
Luvis' prophecy had already come before the alliance implemented the general war. Unlike previous hints that required speculation, this time it could almost be called a clear order—the goddess brought the listener’s will to the top of the northern mountain directly through dreams, personally pointing out the source of power for the undead—named Ishutoli, The one who empowers the dead. She is imprisoned in the soul stone, eager to become the body of God's will. For Luvis, it is a threat, but for human believers, it is the behind-the-scenes indicator of aggression, a symbol of evil.
The listener in a deep sleep is shown in a dream that Ishutori must be eliminated at all costs. Although Luvis, who is in the God Realm, cannot do it herself, human believers in this world can still get help from her—they will get the god-killing power endowed by Luvis.
Once a weapon containing the power of Luvis is held, humans can easily destroy the soul stone, and the soul that loses its carrier will be wiped out, and the entire war can also be brought to an end.
After the listener accurately marked the place shown in the dream on the map, the mages began to arrange for a month. Although the alliance's technical level is far inferior to that of the Lich, they can still do teleportation with a clear destination. Soon, a transfer phalanx of the highest level in the capital of magic was created, and its ability was enough to send one hundred and fifty warriors from the great plain of Alazea to the outer edge of the ice crown's protective barrier. , the commandos will attack from there to destroy the Soul Stone while the undead are busy fighting on the plains.
Although knowing that there is almost no possibility of surviving on the battlefield thousands of miles away, there are still more than 3,000 top fighters who volunteer to become members of the commando.
Finally, the elites selected from among the paladins, high-level priests and top mages finally crossed the dangerous journey from the edge of the magic circle to the Ice Crown without a sound. The gate of the ice sculpture of the Ice Crown Palace is Before their eyes, the battle was about to unfold.
The sharp sound of the long sword being unsheathed woke up Delicia who was intoxicated by the beautiful scenery.
"It's an undead dragon, and there are four of them, we can't entangle them here." Methis frowned, "It's best to go in quickly~!"
Before he finished speaking, the gate of the palace suddenly opened automatically, and a large number of phantom armor rushed out from inside. These magic-powered long swords and armors seem to be worn by transparent people, and they make a running and attacking posture. The shining sword light makes everyone tense up—it is definitely not an obstacle that can be easily taken down.
"Adopt an assault formation. It will take a lot of time for the enemy's defense forces to come over the mountain. We must defeat the enemy here before then and quickly enter the palace~! Quick~!" Antonidas ordered loudly, between the chanting of the spell and the prayer The sound immediately filled up one after another. The hands of the priest holding the scepter tightly and the fierce eyes of the mages were engraved on the shining blades of the paladins like a relief. In the next moment, the roar of killing and the sharp sound of metal collision broke the snow mountain top. Tranquility and serenity.
"This is the last bit of crystallization of magic power." The Lich said, spreading out his palm, showing a small piece of sapphire-like crystal, "Using this power can send you outside the Aurora Circle, but the rest of the way …”
"Don't talk to yourself there, you'd better find someone else to go to the Ice Crown to rescue." Roland who regained his indifference interrupted him again, "Why must it be me? Whether it's Alsace, or yourself, you go Is it the same?"
"Idiot, you are Orin from Ishutoli, only you can display her power~!" Anger flashed in Richard's eyes, "There are so many of them, what's the point of sending just one person to support them? So You have to send Olin there, do you understand?"
"But Wendam is there~!" Roland also began to growl, "I have been waiting for ten years, how could I fall short now?"
"Protection is much more important than revenge, let him go."
"Much more important?" Roland burst into a creepy laugh, and the next moment, the big sword slashed towards him, and the lich, who had been prepared for a long time, immediately raised his hand to build a thick ice wall, blocking it at the critical moment. Unleash the terrifying attack of death knight power.
After missing a hit, Roland sneered mockingly, "You are prepared with both hands", slowly put away the sword, and spoke again.
"Hmph, don't make sarcastic remarks here. Only he can understand a person's pain. What qualifications do you have for a guy like you who only knows how to speak the truth? In just one day, there was no sign in my world. The earth has disappeared, my trust has collapsed, all my companions are dead, there is nothing left, even Lu Weisi no longer answers my prayers~! Such a feeling that will never be forgotten... How can you call me now? Do I give up~!"
"Will revenge get you back everything? If that's the case, I won't stop you." Richard stared at him with ice-blue pupils, "but I can be sure that this choice will lead to Ishutoli's death , even that doesn't matter?"
"..." These words were not loud, but they pierced through the flame of vengeance burning in the death knight's eyes, and penetrated to the deepest part of his soul.
"Are you planning to abandon the goddess for revenge? Have you forgotten what you said before? Or is it just empty talk?" The other party continued to ask, "Do you really think that Ishutori is just a contractor who empowers you? "
"No, Ishutori... is irreplaceable." After a few seconds of silence, Roland lowered his head, "It is true for me and all obsessives."
"You are also very clear, if you can't save her, then all the undead will be annihilated. Of course, for the selfish deceased, one's own will is always the most important, so I don't intend to mention that kind of thing. "
"But even if it's for yourself, you have to make a choice." Lich said each word, staring into those water-colored eyes.
"But, a chance for revenge..." Roland gritted his teeth and trembled all over. Even the dullest person could see that he was at the moment caught in the midst of a paradoxical battle between man and nature.
But the Lich didn't intend to wait for him to find out the answer by himself. He stepped back quietly, then held the magic crystal in his hand, and murmured a spell softly. The light that sent the phalanx suddenly enveloped Roland, and the invisible hand of magic drew layer after layer of wheel marks under Nightmare's feet. The death knight only had time to raise his head, and the scene in front of him was blurred, and his whole body was blurred. It seems to be frozen.
"Richard~!?" Roland yelled, trying to struggle.
"I don't have time for you to think about it~! If you have any dissatisfaction, let's talk about it after the crisis is over." The voice of the lich floated from afar, "Ishutori, please... Roland, Olin of Ishutoli , please protect her well~!" At that moment, Roland seemed to see the wisdom and yearning that could not be captured in the other party's pupils through the surging sea-blue magic light.