Death Knight

"Is this magic? Is the power rejected by the Holy See ..." Amir looked intently at the sight.

Under the elf girl's feet, rolling waves were flowing constantly, as if the ripples were spreading. Along with the wave of the skirt, the splashing waves danced happily around Oluha, like butterflies attracted by light.

Let everything fit into the roar of the water. Scenes rushed across Oluha's mind—falling waterfalls, flowing rivers, torrential rains, and streams of water coming from all directions, all in sight. .

The symbol of nature is responding to the soul of prayer, gradually forming an unstoppable gesture shaped by the will.

It seemed as if something that wasn't part of this world was coming. Whether it was a refuge citizen or a soldier with a sharp sword, everyone was quiet at that moment. Even the well-informed wizards stared at the vision in front of them.

"Is the earthquake? What is this time again?" Arthas frowned.

"Always feel terrible ..." Roland poked away her wet hair impatiently and looked around warily.

Under the majesty of the heavy rain, the flames have been dispersed. After the red light faded away, the city showed a normal state of graveyard. With the approaching bang, from time to time, burned and crumbling houses collapsed into ruins, and even the solid temple built by Baishi shook slightly at the moment. Driven by unknown fear, people in the distant castle, despite the pouring rain, ran up to the tower and kneeled in the direction of the Temple of Luviz, chanting prayers in a low voice.

The following roar made them shout loudly and uncontrollably: "Behold, it is the flood ~!"

People held their breaths in unison, and looked at their fingers together. Although the rain blurred the vision, it did not prevent the grand vision of magic in their minds from burning into their minds—for mortals, such power cannot be forgotten in this life.

"Such a thing ... Is this also magic?" Amir opened his eyes in disbelief.

Looking around, it is a world of water. The roaring flood came like an unstoppable force, in response to the call of the prayers. The thick city walls were as fragile as glass, and a huge gap was cut in an instant. Powerful forces were brewing in the crystal carrier, swooping along the street.

At about the same time, the ground at the foot of the prayer tower began to shake violently. The temple and the castle are the two strongest buildings in the city of Is, but now in front of the magical powers of the ri, they are like small ships in the waves. Yamir even feels that the floor under his feet is rising and falling with the roaring waves. .

The water column of dozens of meters soared high, erasing everything in sight, and then smashing into the stagnant battlefield. The bluntness of the waves hitting the ground was like an explosion. The steel golem disappeared at the moment of the impact, and those mighty death knights were also swallowed by the turbulent current.

The entire city has become a sea, and the streets have become a river flowing with undercurrents. From time to time, the sunken water surface forms a huge vortex, and everything struggling on it is swallowed into the cold darkness. For the undead, they have not A place to stand on—every time the Death Knight tries his best to jump up to the roof, there will always be a strong torrent from the flood, as if attacking with eyes, and a house burned by flames Weak and fragile, it would immediately collapse, and the death knight who fell into the water again had to fight the more turbulent waves.

The sharp sword is not useful at this moment. The thick body armor is turned into an irremovable shackle. What's worse, the death knights suddenly find that they can no longer control gravity freely-Ishtoli The ability given to them is isolated ~! So after a frantic struggle, only the pieces of bright silver armor remained on the surface again.

It was raining harder and harder, like a waterfall pouring out of the clouds, but the people who were soaked in their bodies now showed a smile of relief.

"Those undead were washed away, they were all killed ~!" Shouted a young man standing at the highest point of the castle lookout, lest the people below could not hear.

"Thanks Luvis, this is a miracle ~! A miracle!"

"Everyone looks so happy, mom, are we saved?"

"Yes, dear, those undead were washed away. We are saved ~! We are saved ~!" The woman hugged her daughter tightly, repeating again and again.

This is the magic inside! The vision reflected in the pupils confused Amir's thoughts, and in his blank mind, only this sentence echoed repeatedly.

Obviously the other party is just an ordinary elf girl, and does not have a high-power magic. No, not right ~! This is not magic at all, but a miracle on earth ~!

No complicated mantras and gestures are needed, no guidance is needed, and even the concentration of magic elements has not changed in the slightest. Obviously, this is not something condensed by magic, but a purer force closer to the essence of nature. Perhaps it is precisely because he is a mage that he will fall into a fixed mindset, unable to comprehend and capture that wonderful moment.

This is the legendary magic. The high-level mage watched the chanter's gaze with undesirable longing.

At this moment, countless drops of water are dancing on the tip of the wave, around the slim Oluha, hovering like a merry-go-round, like an ice flower blooming on the lake, looks strangely eye-catching.

"What is this?"

"This is magic." Roland replied absently, his cold eyes staring at the center of Binghua in the distance.

"It's an incredible scene. No wonder Richard would be so obsessed. It turns out that this is the power he has been pursuing for more than two hundred years and still can't grasp it?" Arthas vainly used his sword to resist the wave attack But it was pressed into the water again. After exploring for a long time in the undercurrent, he finally broke out of the icy cage.

"It's useless. It's futile to want to compete with nature." Roland, who also just floated, opened his long gray hair, "This is not an opponent that can be solved with a sword."

"Then change your mind. What if you kill someone who guides this power?" Arthas's voice shrank into a blade in a split second. "The magic here will certainly end, right, Roland? "At this moment, his red eyes were flowing with a wonderful light, as if trying to shake from the other side's heart.

Before Roland answered, a sudden wave of waves interrupted the conversation. For a time, both of them had to resist the shock of incomparable power silently, and tried their best not to get caught in the vortex. After a while, Roland finally picked up again.

"Alsace, you know that's impossible." His aquatic pupils carelessly greeted each other. "You don't even have a foothold. The power of the water element here is hostile to us, and the power of the Umbra has no power at all. Ways to play. It is already difficult to counteract the engulfing of waves. "

"What's the only thing? When did you become so cowardly ..." Alsace's rebuttal was interrupted halfway, and the piercing howls and flapping sounds of the wings from the sky made them both raise their heads.

Three thousand highly armed alpine dwarves with eagle helmets and rugged storm griffins are covering the original gray sky with bright black colors. Under the heavy rain, the blade of the huge axe became more and more dazzling, and the powerful vibration of the griffin wings was clear and audible.

"Huh, it seems that it can only retreat. In such weather, the gryphon can be very inconvenient to attack, and we can retreat while taking advantage of it." Arthas sighed coldly, "But Lord Master, I Don't forget to discuss with you in the future. "

Roland did not answer, but nodded silently, and then began to focus on dealing with the turbulent tide.

Two hours after the retreat of the undead troops, a century-long rare heavy rain finally stopped roaring. As the clouds opened up, the sun shining through the crevices reflected the sun, and the streets after the flood subsided with a golden floor, which looked like gold paving.

"It's finally over," murmured the people walking on the street, with a look of dying emotions.

More than half of the buildings in the entire city of Islam were destroyed, and the gurgling streams treated the houses as rivers, leaping cheerfully among the ruins and scattered fragments, flowing from the third floor to the second floor, and then spreading along the stairs to the street. The city, which was originally dry due to the autumn autumn wind, was a wet place at this moment, and even the air was full of refreshing and moist flavor.

Oluha hurried down the tower, passed through the temple's open door, and walked silently on the slippery square.

"The nearby rivers and groundwater probably broke. It was the currents that rushed across the death knight." Amir said with emotion. "Master Wing, this is really a great power."

But the elf girl lowered her head: "I didn't expect the damage to be so great."

"There is no need to blame yourself, Your Highness." A strong and warm hand held her, "You did a good job and saved the whole city and the key to the war. Although the means seemed crude," Abbott Tower smiled, "But no one will blame you, all we need to protect is life."

"Alberta?" Oluha's expression was a little surprised.

Looking in the direction of the other party, the young chanter found that a large number of civilians were gathering towards her place, and the soldiers had no time to stop.

"Stop me, don't be so rude!" The roar of the high-level knight was quickly suppressed.

"Don't do it alone, let's worship it, Lord Knight." The young man squeezed happily from the soldier.

"Elf really isn't just beautiful, so envious."

"It's incredible that it can cause such magic."

Everyone's face was filled with a warm smile.

"Is that okay?" Faced with these friendly faces, Oluha was at a loss.

"Master Wing, please don't mind, we just have to rebuild the house. Not only that, the food is all kept, there will be no problems. As the saying goes, 'You can do everything alive.'" The elderly The lord replied in this way, looking at the girl kindly, and behind him, there was a large echo of joy.

However, the high-ranking mage on the side was keenly aware that when the mages and civilians surrounded them, the priest of the alliance walked away in the opposite direction, and the expressions of the Paladins were embarrassing.

It turned out that those who are used to be respected as rescuers are now sitting on the cold bench, naturally angry. A trace of sorrow climbed into Amir's heart. As a man whom God cares about, he can't cause miracles on earth, so can magic be treated this way?

But what should Luvis, a believer in the pursuit of magic, do?

"What should I do?" Roland looked up at the deep sky, and the flame's pupils could not see the endless darkness.

After the formation completely collapsed, the death knights finally escaped the shackles of the flood. Although the Storm Griffin scouts followed closely, chasing hundreds of kilometers, when the night fell under the cover of a large cloud, even the dwarves with excellent night vision skills lost their goals-the cold body of the undead was not in Even a trace of flaws remained in the air.

Now, the elites of the Knights of the Ice Crown are deliberately hiding the breath of death unique to the undead, and rest a little in a forest that is not dense.

"So what do you do now?" Arthas walked over, shaking his hair impatiently. "Really, it's so embarrassing. I've been treated like a chicken for the first time."

"Is there any news for scouts?" Roland asked indifferently.

"I didn't find any signs of enemies encircling. But that was because we were not far away from Islam, so we didn't meet. According to the general thinking, it is estimated that the Alliance has sent a large number of knights to support."

"If you don't solve it quickly, the plan will get out of control." The other person's aquatic eyes blinked for a moment, "Yes, tell me the damage of the Cavaliers."

"At present, there are 47 soldiers killed in battle, but we still maintain full combat power. Would you like to hear my advice?"

"Are you going to attack now?" Roland shook his head. "Although the night attack is good for us, our night vision ability is not dominant in the presence of dwarves and elves, and ..."

"Master, you don't need to worry about magic." The other side smiled expectantly and seemed to have been waiting for this sentence, "This time the caster will definitely be solved, and my sword will take care of it. It's ~! "

"Are you going to kill the magician inside?" Roland's voice slowed immediately.

"Are you going to oppose my proposal and shelter an enemy?" Arthas had always been cynical, but at the moment took on an aggressive manner.

Roland couldn't answer the other party's question for a while, the only thing he could do was to stare at the other party silently, trying to see in his eyes something different from usual.

With red eyes, the immortal fire of the soul is burning fiercely at this moment. However, Roland could not find the slightest shake or confusion in it. Arthas was completely flawless.

Why is it so persistent?

"Can't start with the person you care about, and you want to protect the other? Doesn't it matter if you can't get revenge?" Arthas's ironic smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"You ~!" A dazzling light burst out of Roland's eyes.

"No way, if the soul is too violent, it will be easy to guess the mind." As if responding to the emotions of the other side, Alsace's pupils were also burning. "What will happen? I am also curious Then, if that's the case, will you fight me for that caster, to protect her? "

"So it is," Roland replied coldly. "Are you still worried about the duel of Sword Hill?"

"Isn't it because I have such a simple feeling, Roland. Because that's where my obsession lies." The other side lowered his face.

The coldness of the bones suddenly came, and the stagnant air wrapped the two figures in it. Only the souls burned silently, and the rising light clearly outlined the invisible tension.

"What are you two arguing about?" The sudden appearance of the familiar voice suddenly shattered the rigid atmosphere.

"Richard? Why are you here?" Roland breathed a sigh of relief.

"Really, it's not the right time to come." Alsace's tone was completely the opposite. "But ... forget, what emergency does it take for the Sage Lord to come in person?"

"I haven't received a reply to the task so far, so I thought something might have gone wrong, so I used the transfer square." The other party answered briefly, "Although it's not clear what you are talking about, it seems to be about magic. Isn't it? "A complex look passed across the ice-blue pupil of the Lich.

"In addition, according to the air scout report, the 20,000 reinforcements of the Alliance are rushing to Islam," the Lich paused to emphasize the urgency of the situation, "so we must hurry every minute, if we wait until the other party arrives If that is the case, then the result of the battle is equivalent to failure-the main force of the alliance can rely on the supply of the city of Islam to support enough time until the food in other areas comes. "

"So, do you have a solution for combat and magic?" Roland's eyes turned to Richard.

"I brought in two thousand gargoyles and twelve ice dragons to support them. In short, I must completely destroy the supply of Isa." Richard's calm tone contained a strange determination.

"Let's do it now, there is no need to discuss it anymore, just do what Richard said, what does the leader say?" Arthas concluded.

"Strictly follow the plan." Roland also restored his usual indifference.

"The death knight is attacking ~!" When the magic detection traps set up everywhere were touched, the temple's loud bells immediately spread the alarm throughout the city. The people who are building the rudimentary fortifications have put down their work and hurried to the castle in order to survive the next round of attacks by the undead. The soldiers and knights silently picked up their bright weapons, waiting for the advent of the battlefield.

"Suddenly started the second wave of attacks so quickly?" Alberta couldn't hide his worries.

"This is the power of the death knight. They need neither supply nor rest. They are sharp swords for fighting." Amir nodded in understanding the fear of the elves, "but we are ready. All the damaged golems in the battle have been repaired, and nearly 3,000 Storm Griffins are stationed here, occupying an absolute air superiority. As long as the rescue from the main force of the Alliance comes, then no problem. "

"When will it arrive?"

"When the sun rises. This time, you will not be blocked halfway by the undead." The mage replied affirmatively.

"If that's the case, there should be no problem." The elf showed a slightly relieved expression. "With the power of His Royal Highness Oluha, even if the speed is even faster, the undead cannot break through the defense line."

The cold blade reflected the light of the torch, breaking the silence under the night in a flash. Quiet and without any warning, the deceased suddenly appeared in the weakest area of ​​the fortifications, and the backlog of power erupted under the swiftness. Even the heightened resist horse can't stop the death knight's attack at all, The black tide had hardly any stagnation, breaking through the obstacles in an instant and pouring into the dark streets of Issy.

Although the death knight must face the arrow rain of the elven archers, in such a starless night, even the best eyesight cannot completely penetrate the stagnant darkness, and it is also difficult for the arrows to capture such a fast target. Just by the light of the torch, the accuracy of the elves' shooters is greatly reduced.

Only the actions of the golems were not affected by the passing of the sun, they waved their fists and rammed, trying to intercept the torrent of the undead. Touched magic traps from time to time produce violent explosions on the streets, overturning the fast-moving death knight.

But for the rushing cold current, all resistance was futile. The tide of steel is still advancing coldly, and the undead are moving much faster than during the day.

"Get off to the air now! Assemble the formation ~! Give me a quick move ~!" Noord roared loudly, and His Majesty's Storm Gryphon screamed loudly, and his huge wings vibrated in the loud horn sounded by the dwarf .

Although the gryphon's eyesight was greatly weakened at night, the Air Force leader apparently had no other choice. "Even if the death knights are as hard as the stones, we still have to keep the food here!" He faced his surrounding men. Roared a few words, then raised the throwing axe in his hand.

The alliance's most elite air force quickly laid out the formation. From the appearance, it looked like a giant umbrella falling from the sky, covering all corners of the temple, and stretching out hard and sharp edges. The dwarves who formed the umbrellas clenched their weapons and stared at the battle ahead.

But the battle came quietly before the Alliance soldiers noticed it. The death knight, who is the main force of the charge, has not yet broken through the defense of the street, but the battle wind has been blowing over the temple. At this moment, with the cover of darkness, the two thousand gargoyles ambushing in the low clouds beforehand launched a powerful impact on the huge curtain that unfolded.

They wrapped their bodies with hard wings and dived down with the advantage of height, like a sharp shuttle, and fired on the defensive array of the Alliance Air Force. The noise and weakened vision of the ground battlefield made the dwarves feel a little slow. When they noticed the undead coming from above, the storm-like dive had instantly penetrated the line of defense of the storm gryphon.

Many dwarves tried to intercept the gargoyle, but were taken off the mount by the power of the broken city hammer. Many storm griffins died instantly under a powerful collision. The huge body that fell to the ground crashed several houses and stirred up a huge cloud of dust.

The undead who broke through the air defenses spread their wings as soon as they approached the ground, pulled their bodies up with incredible coordination and agility, and flew close to the ground at high speed. The raging call of the angered air whizzed a hot whirlwind. The garrison in the temple made a mess in front of the shadows that ran like a stream.

"Damn, we were put together!" Norde slashed the right-handed axe on the left-handed one, and the weapon made a loud noise. "Steering, turning all ~!"

However, when the dwarf burned in the rage, the temple under his feet had become a chaotic battlefield, the priest's light burst from time to time, and the mage's fireballs were flying around. From time to time interspersed with white lightning that reflected everything.

"We rush down immediately. Otherwise, the temple will soon fall out, and those humans and elves with thin arms will not last long."

"But, sir," a nearby colleague hesitated. "This way we could hurt ourselves, it would be too messy below, and the space would be too narrow ..."

"Boy, shut up!" Noord snarled and interrupted the other. "This is the battlefield, do you think you are playing a game? Give it to me now, the whole army uses a dive formation ~!" He said he threw it out hard. The sharp weapon and sharp axe accurately separated the head of a gargoyle not far away.

"Dash ~!" The dwarf warriors shouted and began to dive.

After the bowstrings rang, four gargoyles were planted from the air with the arrows shooting like meteors. When the outline of the prayer hall entered the sight of the elves, Alberta could not help but breathe a sigh of relief, and at the same time felt a bit lucky: he happened to have learned continuous shooting, otherwise, facing many enemies coming down, he would probably be in trouble.

"We're here." The elven archer relaxed his bowstring, then turned back, "His Highness Oluha, are you all right?"

But the other party didn't answer, just waved her hands-the elf girl was bending over and panting heavily-her stamina was much worse than Alberta.

Contrary to the tearing sound coming through the wall, the prayer hall at this moment seemed extremely silent. Perhaps because of the power of Lucis, the undead did not invade here. Relatively speaking, the soldiers of the Alliance lost the value of defense.

"No one else is disturbing, yes," Alberta said with satisfaction. "His Highness Oluha, is this the right place to start magic?"

"There should be no problem."

"The battle situation outside is very confusing. Your own and the enemy's fronts are completely infiltrated. If you do not open the deadlock soon, I am afraid that the death knights will break through the line of defense, so ..."

"I already know," Oluha couldn't help frowning at the tiresome commentary from the other side. "In short, keep the undead out of the way, right?"

Alberta nodded: "Yes. So please your Highness as soon as possible, I will keep it safe ..." However, before the words of the elves were finished, the crackling sound of the glass filled the entire hall.

The gray-haired knight in bright silver armor manipulated the black steed, jumping over the broken window with a smooth movement, and landed lightly on the opposite side of the two. It was just a moment's work, the chill in the prayer hall rose suddenly, the frost was spreading around, and when the nightmare paced forward slowly, there was an intermittent thin ice crackling sound under the iron hoof.

"Death Knight ~! Why ..." Alberta shouted out of silence.

"So surprised? Have you never seen the Death Knight, Elf?" The comer had red eyes, "but it doesn't matter, I'm not interested in you."

Arthas dismissed the horse, raised his war halberd, and pointed sharply at the girl behind the elf warrior. The next moment, his playful tone was soaked with cruel killing intention: "You must be Oluha, Brainus singer, will use the magical spirit ... I want you ~!"

"What are you talking about?" Alberta tightened suddenly-the other side actually came to snipe Oluha.

"In fact, I have nothing to do with you, but since it can trigger the madness of the dark eagle, it is worth me to kill." Arthas's red pupil seemed to be burning, and was shining a dazzling light.

"I won't let you hurt His Royal Highness Oluha." Alberta's tone was unwavering, he threw the flashing bow aside and pulled out the long sword at his waist.

"Alberta?" Oluha's voice trembled.

"No time to say more, Your Highness, please avoid it in a safe corner." The elven commanded tone made Oluha unable to refute, and when the light in the corner of his eyes determined that the chanter had left the battle zone, Alberta Immediately launched an attack.

The huge half-moon wind blade radiated from the wizard's long sword. The transparent blade edge and the air of different density made the scene look slightly distorted. Arthas leaned over his body to barely escape the critical blow, but Alberta's second wave of attacks arrived indiscriminately, and there was no breath between the two powerful offensives. What's more, this battle-hardened elf warrior has figured out the enemy's retreat-the blade of the wind has sealed all directions of the death knight's movement. With a sharp whistling, the wind blade traversed a straight trajectory, pointing directly at the first level of Alsace.

It's over, you can never escape the attack of the magic wind blade ~! Alberta stared at the undead, waiting for the end of the battle.

But Arthas sneered suddenly. The dead man who was only interested in the battle was sometimes waiting for such a moment. The storm-like attack awakened his memory, and the burning pupil overflowed with intense and fanatical light. The next moment, the death knight no longer evaded, but dropped the war halberd, suddenly shaking out the long sword around his waist, and the soft but sharp weapon was cut into the blade of the wind.

The thunderous thunder and the collision of powerful forces caused a whirlwind of noise in the hall, and when everything was quiet and the chaos gradually dispersed, Alberta could not help biting his lips.

As if it had never existed before, the blade of the wind dissipated invisible, and the thundering wind blade was ridiculous like an illusion. The death knight holds a rare weapon in his hands, and it seems very unreliable to lie down, but it has completely broken the wind blade of the elf ~!

Softness is meant to be firm and flexible, not to flinch or escape. The ancient radiance from that sword seemed to be telling it.

"What, I thought you were the user of sword fighting, it turned out to be only magic." Alsace's tone was disappointed. "Since you are a magic swordsman, why not say it earlier? But forget it ... It's a delicious appetizer before dinner. "

"Being able to crack magic doesn't mean defeating me." Alberta again attacked. "Come, undead, I won't back down."

"Speaking of which, after living so long, have you heard of a technique called 'Yunyao'?" The death knight's eyes grew restless. "For the users of 'Yunyao', it is actually the most annoying What you see is something like a wind blade ... Do you know why? "

"Because they are too weak ..." Alsace's tone was colder than ice.