The Death Lord, who commanded 500 high-level knights, 1,500 lower-level knights, and tens of thousands of undead infantry, was galloping on the battlefield. He was riding on a black horse, and he drew his bow at leisure. Less than a second later, in front of him,
Trapped in the Sea of the Undead, the holy light shield around the paladin who fought hard was broken. The moment the paladin sensed the threat and turned around, the dark knight rode past him,
The arc-shaped cold scimitar grazed his neck, and his head flipped in the air, finally landing on the battlefield stained red with blood. At the moment when the paladin's vision dimmed, what he saw was the
The human position was completely submerged by the rolling sea of undead.
This is not the frontal battlefield of the East Valley. In order to defend against the undead in the Twilight Forest, a human army is stationed by the river in the East Valley. While the frontal battlefield is being attacked, the flank battlefield also welcomes its own opponents... Yusai
The Auchindoun Chapter is led by Lunt Firewing.
Serent is not a lord who likes to charge head-on. Even after death, he still inherited the ruthless nature of the ranger and liked the feeling of killing his opponents quietly, and the high-level knights under his command have enough
With his wisdom, he commanded the lower knights to charge. On this small battlefield by the river, the human position was surrounded by undead several times larger than itself, and they could not hold out for even 30 minutes.
Especially after Serent personally carried out a successful assassination, and when the human general guarding here was beheaded by him, the already low morale of the human soldiers fighting in a desperate situation completely collapsed.
Seeing the broken soldiers fleeing in the ruins covered with frost and corpses, Serent threw aside the bloody head in his hand, and wiped his sword on the headless corpse.
Said to the high-ranking knight behind him:
"Drive them to the frontal battlefield... We will come later. I hope mankind is ready to be attacked from both sides."
The same thing happened on other flank battlefields. Tyrion separated the death lords under his command and the battle groups they commanded. In fact, the only ones who attacked the human positions head-on were the two battle groups commanded by Tyrion himself.
, but even so, under the absolute numerical advantage, the humans on the frontal battlefield also had a very difficult time fighting.
Even if they only face two battle groups, their opponents have reached a staggering 80,000 people...more than twice as many as humans. Coupled with the Screamer Legion in the sky, it means that humans want to fight.
To win this battle, each soldier must kill at least three undead, and this is almost impossible to do.
"Drink"
The Paladin Duke, who was surrounded by the undead, gritted his teeth and waved his heavy sword, forcing Al in front of him to retreat. In the head-on collision between the Holy Light and Death, Al's arms would be struck by every weapon exchange.
Intense Holy Light burns, even though there is death energy constantly repairing Al's body, when facing the world's top paladin, High Knight Commander Al is still at a disadvantage.
In the knights' confrontation just now, the death knights won a victory in the face of the lost human knights, but soon the scattered human knights began to flexibly disperse and fight. Facing the Holy Light offensive of the Paladins,
The 1,000 lower-level knights brought by Al also soon suffered casualties. The infantry in the human position had already started fighting hand-to-hand with the undead who had been rushed away. Steel creations such as steam tanks also rushed into the undead position arrogantly.
The war situation began to become anxious. The roars of humans and the silence of the undead formed a sharp contrast. The boundary between life and death has never been as clear as this war stated. It is like a line dividing the two, outlining the criss-crossing...
hell.
"Bang"
The skeletal horse of the El Knight was directly purified by Duke Bolvar's Holy Light Judgment. As the ashes were scattered, the Duke of Paladin, who was pursuing the victory, chopped down the undead around him with a sword, then raised a punch and struck him with a condescending attitude.
It hit the black horn helmet of Al Knight hard, and the helmet flew away, revealing Al's skinny and lifeless face.
That face was covered with ugly scratches, and it looked like a child's poor stick figure, but Bolvar knew this face!
"You! I recognize you!"
Duke Paladin shouted:
"Jor-El! The Chaldean Bishop said you were dead! Died in an assassination attempt by a cultist! You...why are you here?"
"hehe"
The muscles on Knight El's face trembled horribly, he clenched the black rune sword in his hands with both hands, and he said in a solemn voice:
"Then I guess he definitely didn't tell you..."
"What?"
The Duke frowned and asked. The next moment, the heavy sword of the El Knight shone with a cold light. The sharp sword suddenly swung down and slashed hard at the Paladin. The latter raised his body back and avoided this attack.
He attacked once, but the horse under his crotch was not so lucky.
"Caka"
Amidst the sound of the armor being torn apart, a terrible scar was cut on the neck of Bolvar's favorite war horse. Amidst the frozen blood and the wail of the war horse, the indifferent voice of Knight Ayr also reached the Duke's ears.
"You...will die here!"
"Bang"
The paladin who was overturned by the fallen horse rolled around on the ground in embarrassment, dodging Al's brutal attack. Bolvar stood up and looked at the lifeless horse, a trace of anger flashed in his eyes.
The flames, between the beating of the holy light, golden wings appeared behind the paladin, and the scorching holy light wrapped around his heavy sword, like a waving pillar of fire.
"You! Joe, I will cleanse your ugly soul!"
"boom"
In the paladin's extreme anger, the lower-level undead souls who were close to him were silently ignited, and when he swung down his long sword, Al raised his sword to block, blocking the blade, but failed to block the whizzing holy light.
The fire, the flame ignited the body of El Knight, representing the purest fire of holy light. The counterattack of the death energy in El Knight's body failed to extinguish it, but made it burn even more violently.
"Ugly soul! This is the fate you deserve!"
Looking at the death knight struggling in the flames of the holy light, Bolvar clenched the heavy sword in his hand and took a step forward, hoping to completely free the soul in front of him. But at this moment, a low and strange sound of horse bells came through.
The noisy battlefield reached Bolvar's ears. He subconsciously raised his head and saw the dense phalanx of undead in front of him slowly "split", and a slender figure walked towards him.
"You can't kill him!"
A cold voice sounded on the battlefield, like a verdict:
"Every high-ranking knight is precious to me and my career."
At the same time as this voice sounded, the Duke of Paladin stepped forward indifferently, raised his heavy sword, and slashed at the burning body of Knight Al. Obviously, he was unwilling to accept the guidance of this voice, but just before
At this time, the icy frost suddenly rolled around the Paladin. In Bolvar's eyes wrapped in the holy light, he even saw a wisp of snowflakes falling from his eyes.
"Bang"
The Paladin's vision went dark, as if he had been hit head-on by a siege truck, and he fell backwards. His wrists were in severe pain, as if his flesh and blood were about to be torn apart.
His body flipped in the air for several weeks, and finally hit the undead infantry behind him. It hit several undead in a row, and then fell to the ground. The paladin gasped. He raised his head and saw the strange figure.
The slender figure put the gauntlet on the shoulder of the burning El Knight, and the scorching holy light flame licked desperately, but could not ignite the figure.
As he vented his power, the surrounding battlefield ground was quickly frozen, and dark red lightning was beating on his body. Soon, the fire of holy light that ignited the body of the El Knight was forcibly extinguished, as if being
Like a spark thrown into ice water.
"I told you, you can't kill him!"
The El Knight, who was rescued from the edge of being purified, was half-kneeling on the ground. This high-level knight's body was severely damaged by the Holy Light. He may need a period of training to recover.
It was only then that Duke Bolvar saw clearly the figure who intervened in the battle, and when he appeared on the battlefield, the calm undead seemed to have been injected with some kind of stimulant and became crazy.
The undead tide that was originally blocked from the position began to roll forward crazily. The gray eyes of the undead infantry had turned into a strange dark red. In their increasingly crazy offensive, the human position was extremely compressed.
And the origin of all the troubles was standing in front of Duke Bolvar. The undead infantry around them broke the calm and began to roar past the two of them, but none of them dared to step into the battlefield between their king and their opponents.
In this sea of undead that started to surge forward again, a blank area strangely appeared.
Tyrion rarely wore his own armor today. It was an armor made of the elemental steel used by Deathwing to fix his body. It was a new armor that high-ranking knight Thaurissan had just completed yesterday.
The whole body is dark and covered with neat lines. The hand armor is engraved with skull carvings, and the sides of the sturdy combat boots are artistic thorn flowers, which are Tyrion's favorite plants.
This armor is full of masculine spirit. The pauldrons carved into dragons stand on Tyrion's shoulders, looking like an awakened death beast, while the scarlet cloak floats behind the Dark Blade King.
, the increasingly cold frost on the ground extends upward, as if to set off the grand appearance of the King of the Dead.
He did not wear a helmet, but instead wore a simple, blue steel ring that looked like a spiked crown. At this time, he looked at the vigilant paladin in front of him with his ice-blue eyes.
As he waved his wrist, amidst the sound of armor clashing, the crescent-shaped magic blade buzzed with desire.
Obviously, Apocalypse is coveting the soul in front of him, and it likes him!
"Bovar Fordragon."
Tyrion said in a calm voice: "You will become my most trustworthy knight, and the dark power you possess will subvert the entire human empire for me. There is no doubt that I have seen that future."
"Don't even think about it!"
The Duke of Paladins turned back slightly. Behind him, the Paladins who were still resisting were completely surrounded. Under Tyrion's order, the high-ranking knights mixed with the undead infantry began their own hunting.
There were also those arakkoa assassins who fell silently from the sky, all of which announced the destruction of the Knights of the Kingdom of Stormwind.
On the battlefield at this time, black had become the only color. Bolvar could see that the undead suddenly rushing out from the forests on both sides caught the human positions off guard, like rocks clinging to the dark tide.
, even the road to the final breakout was completely blocked.
From the very beginning...the purpose of these undead was to annihilate them all...
"In the epics sung by mankind, those heroes can wave their fists firmly at any time! Break the desperate situation of themselves and others... and bring hope to the people."
Tyrion slowly moved forward with Apocalypse in hand, a trace of doubt shining in his ice-blue eyes:
"But what I'm more curious about is, Bolvar, as a hero, how can you defeat me in such a desperate situation?"
“It’s easy!”
Duke Bolvar knew that he could not have any support, but in this desperate situation, a heroic spirit burst out from his heart. He wiped his heart and saw a cold ring hanging in his armor.
That little beautiful thing brought him endless courage and the belief to protect him at this moment.
As the source of power, the Holy Light seemed to hear this hymn of courage. It burned more intensely on Bolvar's body, making the Duke of Holy Knights look like an angel of Holy Light who had descended into the world.
.
"Kill you! Kill you here!"
Bolvar swung his heavy sword, and the bloody ground beneath his feet shattered into pieces. In his roar, the holy light ignited a dazzling curtain of light behind him.
"Kill you here and everything will... end!"
"Bang"
The heavy sword mixed with endless courage and determination slashed hard at Tyrion's neck. The death knight shook his head. In the scorching offensive, he held the blade of Apocalypse with both hands, and under the endless buzz of the magic blade
As he screamed, the huge death energy in his body poured out at this moment, and the dancing darkness was like the sudden fall of night, blocking out the light of the entire battlefield.
The soldiers who were fighting desperately in the sea of the dead raised their heads and saw the escaping darkness behind Tyrion, and the entangled dark red halo, like a dark giant that extinguished all hope.
, at the moment when the power of light and darkness collided, everyone couldn't help but close their eyes.
The stinging pain made their souls sway endlessly. Some soldiers who were already weak even lost their breath due to the infection of darkness...
The fire of light in the darkness shined stubbornly, the clash of weapons and the roar of the Duke sounded like thunder on the battlefield, but this inspiring light was swallowed up by the darkness bit by bit. He fought desperately
He resisted, but the surrounding darkness was like a spider web that was getting tighter and tighter, until the last moment, when the fire of the Holy Light was compressed to the extreme.
The darkness suddenly dissipated, and the light shone on the battlefield again, but the blood of the warriors had turned cold.
The disheveled Duke was holding his sword and trying hard to keep himself from falling. There were terrible wounds on his chest and abdomen, and the dark red light was constantly entangled in the wounds, preventing the Holy Light from healing them.
Unwilling to admit defeat, the Duke panted and looked at the Dark Blade King in front of him. The latter was as calm as when he appeared on the stage. He stretched out his hand to extinguish the Holy Light Flame on his wrist. He tilted his head and watched as his eyes were torn open.
The Paladin Duke, who had taken off his armor and was soaked in death, reached out and picked up the blasphemous seal hanging on his chest. He whispered:
"There is nothing more cruel than letting you chase an impossible dream in vain."
"Bovar Fordragon, today, here, I, Tyrion Blade of the Dawn, grant you true... relief."