Death Knight

The retreat of the holy sword knights was proceeding dullly and quickly. Almost everyone's mood was in a state of absentmind. Even the powerful griffins of the storm griffins could not drive out the deadly silence. The collapse of the Flameneck and the death of Uther, all seemed like an invisible chain entangled in the hearts of the knights, and the feeling of suffocation penetrated into the deepest part of the will.

The collapsed ruins and the tundra that devoured the green land were quickly thrown out of the horizon behind them. At the same time, the lineup of the main forces of the alliance-the 400,000 troops centered on the Holy Grail Knights and the Holy Chain Knights- —It's in Meiss's eyes. He stopped and glanced at the people who were greeted, and then rushed towards one of them.

"Kadar ~!" The Paladin growled, broke through the obstacles of several colleagues, and suddenly stunned the mage. "What are you doing, why don't you come earlier? Now open your eyes and see. What did the Fire of the Flames look like? "

The mage did not refute anything, and did not avoid the sight of the anger burning, he just silently withstood the other party's angry vent until another clear voice sounded.

"Stop, Mesis, what the **** are you doing? Have you lost your mind ~!" Delicia rushed between the two, trying to stop her colleagues' behavior, even though she was the only one of the six Paladin leaders. Women, but every move contains irresistible majesty. The awakened by reason, Meiss finally let go of Kadal, and then slumped as if drunk.

"In order to prevent the undead from chasing, Lord Ussel has no way to return to us ..." He narrowed his head between his arms and murmured silently.

"Meiss ~!"

"He's right, it's all my responsibility. If the ambush set by the other party can be speculated earlier, those ice dragons and gargoyles can't stop the army's pace at all." Kadal just shook his head and signaled Don't keep arguing, Delicia. "If something really happens to the light guide, I'm willing to blame it, but ... now that time is tight, our priority is to defeat the undead army."

"For the bitter duel of Lord Ussel and the future of the alliance, we must win the war and drive the undead out of the Lorendan continent. This is the best way to sacrifice the dead. I think so." A solemn and serious tone revealed an unspeakable firmness, "The goddess Louvis has come down with a new prophecy, Mathis, if you are going to avenge Lord Uther, it's best to get up quickly."

The sentence made the Paladin look up, and it happened to meet Kadar's firm and clear eyes. The noise was frozen at the moment when the eyes met.

"Are there any chances of revenge for Lord Ussel ~?" The other party repeated with a trembling trembling.

"Yes." The mage nodded surely. "Come on, you can't escape the fight."

The original plan of the undead was to occupy the fortress to defend it. However, in the huge damage caused by the contract of the flames, this idea was like a soap bubble. Facing the 400,000 elite advancement of the alliance, the ghouls were built on the ruins. The rudimentary defenses are useless, and even the Death Knight cannot guarantee the protection of Hoshimi Gorge.

Although morale did not exist in the army of the undead, Roland felt somewhat relieved to see the ice dragon hovering in the air to warn enemies in the distance. Richard, aware of this, couldn't help laughing.

"Remember? When you first decided to conquer the northern continent, you have been very opposed. Look at it now. If you don't consolidate the rear, you will collapse the whole situation when you encounter a crisis."

"You should change your preaching problem." Roland frowned, and deliberately looked up at the dragons taking off to end the topic. These noble creatures come from the northern white dragon family, with a total of 87 heads. They are powerful warriors who have surrendered to Ishtoli to gain the power of the underworld. In essence, they are exactly the same as the death knights.

"However, I always feel that too many troops have been transferred, and the defense force of the Ice Crown has been weakened like never before." Suddenly thinking of this, Roland, who had always been indifferent, could not help revealing his worried expression naturally.

"I understand, but we have no choice. The opposing armies are elite nations headed by the two Paladins. Due to the existence of the Storm Griffin, it is not even possible to expect the dragons and gargoyles to provide extra in battle. The only thing that helped ... was to fight directly ... or did you expect me to have a crooked tactic? "The Lich did not forget to add a word of irony.

"There is no way to fight, so it is more worry-free." Ignore the glitches in the suggestions as usual, and Roland lowered his head. "The Alliance should not launch an attack immediately these days, I want to leave a little bit, everything It's up to you, Richard. "

"I can probably guess where you are going. It is the Forest of Mist, although our strategy does not involve that area, but after all, they are allies of the alliance, our enemies, and how an undead broke into alone May be regarded as a friendly gesture? "The Lich asked, a strange ice-blue radiated from her narrowed pupils.

"I won't be in conflict with them," Roland replied firmly.

"Anyway, I'm just discussing a possibility. The army of the alliance is opposite. It is difficult to ensure that nothing will happen. If the head of the Cavaliers intends to go out, I think the day is the limit, what? The demon's gesture was clearly intended to end the conversation.

"Almost exactly a round trip, I'm quite familiar with that land." The death knight's tone was a bit bitter.

"That's it. Be careful on the way."

Roland answered the words absently, then turned his head and looked at the emerald green horizon in the distance. It's been nine years, right? Will it be beyond recognition, or will it still coincide with my memory? Long time ... I really want to see you earlier ...

When night fell, the death knight silently left the camp under the cover of the shady, not to mention the Alliance watchers, even most of his colleagues did not know the leader's actions. The powerful nightmare bypassed the enemy's sentry under the master's subtle control, crossed the mountains and rivers at the speed of chasing wind, and penetrated into the alliance territory, carrying the rider toward the misty forest north of the Naga Mountains.

Water droplets converge on the edges of the bright green leaves, giving off a clear sheen. The rising sun in summer reflects the pleasant golden yellow through the mist, and draws a slender outline for the lush green trees. Whenever the misty forest is a pearl on Lorendan continent, the same is true for the elves who have lived here for generations, with the mystery and beauty that humans can never reach.

The death knight tried to converge as cold as possible, and carefully walked through the forest. Relying on the power of the Underworld, the nightmare's steps completely got rid of gravity, and the past will not even bring up a fallen leaf and step on a dead branch, and even the densest branches and leaves cannot stop the black figure. As if time is running backwards, the scenery on both sides is moving backwards with a blurry afterimage. The sound of gurgling water, which was sometimes absent from the forest, is increasing rapidly at the moment, and finally becomes a huge roar.

"It's almost here ..." Roland stopped the nightmare and whispered at the magnificent nature in front of him.

As the largest branch of the Nile River, the Ganges has not only emerald-clear water and an active and arrogant personality. It is also of great significance to the Luvis Alliance and the Elven Kingdom-once it has passed The silver-blue light line that runs through the forest no longer has the laws and beliefs of mankind, and is replaced by the laws of nature that the elves believe in.

The green field in the eyes of the undead is called the kingdom of elves, a country with a history of 500 years-Blanas.

What are you still hesitating and afraid of? There is nothing worth remembering and saving here. The death knight exists for one reason. I was born for revenge, Roland told himself. Then he shook his head vigorously, as if to shake off the emerging memories.

Then, the reincarnation pulled the reins, and the nightmare beneath him immediately jumped into the rapids of the Ganges without hesitation, passing a little above the water reef with incredible speed and precision. In just a blink of an eye, the wide river had been left behind by the undead, and the dark shadows soon submerged into the layers of green.

On the shore of the quiet emerald lake, a large expanse of white flowers with complex and slender structure-the moon flower-is in full bloom. Driven by the returning air flow between the trees, the crystal petals danced with the whisper of the summer wind. And from the depths of the sea of ​​white flowers, the words that touched the heartstrings came out.

What kind of place are you taking me to?

Rest assured that the strongest prayers will protect you here!

It's just ... a little bit concerned.

Thank you.

Please be sure to live ...

"Go and rest somewhere else." Roland patted the mount's neck lightly, and then set foot in the vast field of flowers, carefully and cautiously. Crystal shards like Bai Xue fluttered beside him, as if there was life, and from time to time he stroked the long gray hair of the undead being blown up by the wind.

When the plain tomb of the crown appeared in the eyes of the death knight, Roland felt that his frozen blood had flowed again, and he could clearly feel the warm blood flowing through his body. And among those water-colored pupils, the icy flames disappeared without a trace, and replaced by the gentle eyes that appeared only when facing lovers.

"Long time, I'm back ..."

Roland's tight lips opened uncontrollably, and the nostalgic voice was calling for the name with beautiful syllables.

When the wind struck the long gray hair again, the shining ice crystals scattered from the middle, and the death knight immersed in the past even forgot to hide his breath. However, the large sea of ​​flowers under the feet of the undead did not show any signs of withering. On the contrary, when the white moon flower accepted the cold scent of death, it suddenly made a rustling capricious sound under the rhythm of the wind, as if to tell comfort The words are average.

Yes, I can understand and understand such feelings. The hatred, confession, confusion in the helplessness of death ... and love and thought ...

The sea of ​​flowers that resonated so lightly lit, the orange flowers glowed in the blooming flowers, together with the petals under the blue sky flying, to build a world full of warm lights. It is a place of sacrifice for the dead, the sea of ​​the moon, the realm and the realm of Erhai, and the area where the sleepless soul fire will become peaceful and sad here.

The memory of the past is like a thunder and lightning in the night sky, with a huge whistling, and instantly illuminate the clothing mound in front of me. The ocean of memories gradually clamored, as the irresistible countless feelings that were cascading like a tsunami were rushing. Confusion, loneliness, loneliness, happiness, ecstasy, sadness, and hatred ... It's not just a flame of a single color, but a huge emotional vortex that contains everything.

The days of bonfires and stars more than a decade ago have been awakened, and they floated up in an instant. The bubble of light shining against the flame is like a bright lamp, stroking the turbulent waves of the sea of ​​memories, and bringing the owner of pain to peace.

After a common test of life and death, the dwarven Muradin's weird smile and bitter irony of the campfire gradually became kind. The orc shaman Astaros' sledgehammer and wisdom were the source of surprise. When thinking of this, Roland's body will tremble involuntarily, as if he was back to them again, in the adventure of ten years ago.

The petals in front of the eyes dotted the arduous journey of finding the Star City. Roland blushed and tried to order the mercenaries of the two old gods. Only when the night came did the young Paladin remember that he would not even make a fire. At the moment, the other's ridicule has given him the urge to draw a sword.

But in the face of a powerful enemy, the last night that made the youth resentful and helpless is the most powerful way to rely on. When the monsters fell, the untamed tacit understanding took root in the hearts of the three.

The dim yellow fire illuminated those hellhounds and flames who were hiding in the darkness waiting for their prey. The return journey was extraordinarily long due to the extremely difficult and numerous battles along the way. Roland can even feel the trembling of the sharp blade when it is buried in the devil's flesh.

And beyond all the memories, the eyes of the deceased are following the cricket figure that shuttles between them, the hair flying in the wind and the sweet silver bell-like laughter filled his mind, and the gentle The expression and thoughtful heart once again made the already frozen heart inspired by a familiar warmth.

It is a memory that will never fade regardless of the years, and for the death knight, it represents all of him.

Is this ... a dream? Is it a dream? Your eyes quickly replaced the short joy of memories. The death knight closed his eyes slowly, as if the image that had just been imprinted on his mind would be kept forever.

It doesn't matter if it's a dream, how good would it be if you could choose to continue? If you never wake up, it can be considered ... happiness, right? Speaking to himself like this, Roland couldn't help showing a gentle smile. He gazed at the tomb, and stroked the necklace on his chest subconsciously.

Time is passing fast, the moonlight puts on the earth's cold gauze, the wind has long ceased, and the embellishment of flying petals is wiped out, and the emerald lake, which only reflects the bright moon, appears extraordinarily broad and quiet. I do not know when, the sound of the long skirt dragging among the flowers broke the serenity belonging to the deceased, the cold fire immediately returned to the eyes of the death knight, and if the statue's undead turned around, stared silently at the uninvited guest with a petite figure.

"Sometimes I really envy the person lying under the moon flower, because no matter what changes in the world, she will always be remembered by her." A phrase with a spirit of nostalgic drifted slowly across the sleeping lake and passed on to the undead. Ears.

The master of the discourse is a beautiful elf girl, with fairer skin than snow and long blue hair like sea water, looking like a beauty only in fairy tales. However, buried in the eyes of those two springs are sadness incompatible with fairy tales.

"Oluha?" Roland's tongue rolled past the familiar name. He subconsciously took a step forward, and the white petals perched on his shoulders fell down, and he instantly sank into the flowers along the black cloak.

"Roland ..." The elf girl lowered her head at the moment, avoiding the flame eyes of the opponent.

"How do you know I'm here?"

"I'm a magician, have you forgotten it? Although the guards didn't notice it, I'm definitely not mistaken about Roland's breath." The other side smiled lonely for a moment, "I guess the purpose of your coming here is presumed It was to see her, so I came here ... unsurprisingly ... "

"Sure enough, I can't hide Brainus's singer," Roland paused, as if recalling the past of nine years ago, "I want to thank you, the moon flower here is very beautiful and makes people forget to return. "

"Well, because I know Roland will definitely come back, so I planted it, I believe Miss Jiu Yuan will also like it, right?" When mentioning that name, the two were silent, and when Oluha's voice When it rang again, it was filled with sorrow that could no longer be concealed. "But, I did not expect Roland to return in this posture ..."

"You don't understand." Roland's voice stiffened.

"Yes, I don't understand ... why to be an undead? Why to be an invader?"

"This is my choice, because of human desire and the indifference of the Holy See, I have been deprived of everything for a long time, and now there is nothing to lose."

"Even if it doesn't matter? Except for the moon flower, which is another name of the spiritual lamp, this forest will not accept you anymore! Even if it hides its own breath, once the green touches you, it will still wither. "... Unconsciously, the girl's words brought a crying voice.

"That just shows that the attributes of the body are opposite to the power of life ... Undead is not a symbol of evil. We are neither thirsty nor bloodthirsty." Roland shrugged indifferently. "I do not deny that this is a war of aggression But Luvis had done the same thing before, and she was not qualified to question it all.

"I'm not interested in the war between undead and humans. I just want to ask you, Roland." Oluha suddenly raised his head and stared straight at the death knight. "Why did you abandon everything else for revenge? Even ... even at the cost of killing the people who raised them, Uther, the Light's guide? "

"How do you know ~ !?" asked involuntarily burst out from Roland's mouth.

"Is it true? You really killed him!" Oluha exclaimed, covering her lips with her hands. "This morning, the sage Kadar visited the palace of Blainas, When he persuaded His Majesty the King to fight with the Alliance of Lucis with the crime of the death knight, I thought it was just a human word ... Roland ... Why? "

The survivor under questioning did not say a word, but unconsciously avoided the sight of the elf girl.

"Are you still the one in my memory? Roland should be very gentle, why did she become so unscrupulous?" The elf girl deliberately suppressed the trembling tone, but the crystal tears struck her face uncontested.

"That was a destiny. Master and I couldn't accommodate each other, so we can only fight for their respective beliefs." Roland replied in a bitter voice. "In the Shura field where the sword talks, is the sword cut down? The way to take it back is too late to regret it now ... "

"Really?" Oluha stared at those cold eyes again, as if to see the truth of the other person's heart, "So, if it were me?"

"What the **** are you talking about ?!" This single-edged question was too abrupt, and even Roland couldn't help but get excited. He immediately retorted, "The death knight will never draw a sword for no reason. .We remain here because of our obsession, and become the contractor of Ishutto, gain powerful power. But if a person is too obsessed with power and forgets his obsession, it will cause his own destruction ~! "

"What if it was the one who prevented you from achieving your wish? Blainus may soon have to fight with the Alliance ... At that time, as a Brainus singer, the only thing I could use was magic "I, how should I face Roland?" The girl said, wiping her tears subconsciously with her hand, repeating with helpless confusion repeatedly, "What would Roland do? What should I do?"

"Just do it according to your own will." The death knight replied, and even he could not ignore the indifference and strangeness in his tone.

"'Just do it according to your own will' ... it's really an irresponsible answer." Oluha stroked his chest subconsciously with a pained expression, "A long time ago, it was Roland who ordered me Freed from that golden cage, the gentle Roland gave me freedom and learned to be strong, but now ... when I want to help the people in disaster with my own will, I find that I am standing opposite It's you, how could it be like this? "

"..." The undead shouting his name again and again bowed his head helplessly.

"Can't you return to the way you were before? Can you just abandon the world's **** to you just for the sake of pure destruction? I won't like you for a long time ... Absolutely ..." The elf girl finally sobbed uncontrollably, she Suddenly he reached out to touch the dark shadow in front of him, but before that, the death knight jumped away quickly.

"Stop it. This will only hurt you. The gap between life and death is separated between us. That is a distance that can never be crossed." What appeared on Roland's face was a sad expression contrary to the indifferent tone, "Everything is just an irresistible destiny. Maybe as you said, I overlooked a lot of things and focused on destruction without a future, but ... for this undead before you, this revenge born of Roland's obsession Or, only the death of Windham can calm him. "

Without the support of the wind, the heavy white petals soon fell to the ground, and the night that permeated the taste of death gradually diffused, making the distance between the living and the dead as distant as ever.

"Anyway, I can't look back anymore. I can only continue the fight until that wish is fulfilled ..." The indifference once again covered the expression of the death knight, and he walked slowly but firmly past the girl, hesitating a little, then Opened low.

"Sorry, Oluha ..."

Before the other party had time to answer, the ghostly shadow had disappeared into the darkness.

"I won't like you for a long time ... Absolutely ..." Orohan's muttering sobs echoed in Roland's ears, even when the plague-like permafrost spread into sight, the death knight's Thoughts still couldn't calm down.

Soon, two familiar figures appeared before him. "The focus now is to defeat the Alliance." Roland told himself, shaking his head subconsciously, as if to remove the confusion in his heart.

"He looks strange," Arthas whispered.

"Confused expression, probably met the person who was concerned at the time of the memorial service?" Richard smiled slyly. "That's fine. If you really get lost in the vengeance karma, I'm afraid Ishtoli It will be very sad. "Then, the voice of the Lich's teasing gradually waned, and he passed the last sentence softly, and then walked towards the death knight who was galloping.

"You are late, Roland." Arthas greeted first.

"Sorry, because something unexpected happened, so ..." When they came to the two, Roland had recovered, and was focusing his attention on the silent battlefield in the distance.

"As the head of the Cavaliers regiment, it was really leisurely to go out for a walk before the war." Richard interrupted the opponent's refutation maliciously, and the fact that the Flame of the City had collapsed has not yet relieved him. The battle that was grasped made the eyes that were burning with the blue flames smeared with the color of sharp noise.

"If it ’s too late to consider tactics before the war, it is too late to discuss these." Roland responded indifferently. "You should have scouted while I was away. How is the situation of the other party?"

"It's impeccable. The number of storm griffins is as expected-five thousand. Even with the help of the undead dragon, we can't get air supremacy. Their ground defense front is also leak-proof, and the mages have deployed a lot of Detective magic, the plot is no longer valid. The only way is to face the battle. Spider warriors can play a role in the plain battle, but it is always too fragile. "Alsace still remained relaxed.

"And to this day the magic density has not reached the level where the tower can be used again ..." Richard added to his colleagues' report and did not conceal any concerns.

"Even for the tireless undead, this kind of continuous combat is too reluctant?" Roland frowned, tightening the reins in his hands subconsciously. "Not to mention, the movement of the Brainnas elves is also very moving. Not clear ... I am afraid they will act in the near future. But now that we have arrived here, we must be undefeated, and we must at least hold on to the city of flames. "

The other two agreed very well.

"Come on, for Ishtoli, and for ourselves, we are going to fight ~!" So to speak, the death knight's eyes burning with scorching warfare swept across the front, and the dazzling flag of the human army was sobbing in the wind. Waiting quietly waiting for the upcoming blood sacrifice.