Under the leadership of Tamik, the death knight also came to the depths of the prison and took in everything nearby.
The deeper he went into the prison, the more surprised the death knight became.
At some point, the dark prison suddenly became brighter, and the originally gloomy road was illuminated by a golden light. It was not the light of a torch, but a holy light. p>
In this burst of golden light, the death knight felt warm all over his body. His cold body, which had no feeling, suddenly regained its senses at this moment, which also made him look a little surprised. He had not seen it for an unknown period of time.
Have normal perception.
"Yes, you will be able to meet the owner of that aura soon." Beside him, Tamik, who was under duress, replied slowly.
As she spoke, her eyes continued to scan the surroundings, searching for any corpse witches that could be used.
"I'm warning you, don't play any tricks." Seeing Tamik's actions, he coldly glanced at the vampire disguised as a human and threatened.
Under the illumination of this burst of golden light, Tamik's disguise can be said to have no flaws, and there is no breath of death emanating from her body. If he saw Tamik like this for the first time, he would definitely not regard her as an undead soul.
A member of living things.
Unfortunately, the Death Knight had already recognized her identity as a vampire, and Tamik's disguise was completely useless in front of him.
"Why is this place so weird? I can't even feel any breath of death energy. It's obviously a dark prison, but it looks very... sacred?" Observing everything around him, he couldn't help but ask.
As the death knight said, under the golden light, the gloomy death energy that was originally felt on the ground turned into a pale golden sacred mist after entering the prison. Walking in such a prison
, it feels like walking in the ancient church of Erathia.
Sensing the threat in the Death Knight's words, Tamik did not dare to talk nonsense and could only reply: "This is one of the powers that man has. When you see him, you will understand everything." p>
After listening to Tamik's story, he snorted coldly and stared straight in front of the prison.
Soon, Tamik brought him to North's prison. North in the prison also saw the death knight.
"Are you the evil lich lurking in the City of Shadows?" After feeling the power of golden light, the Death Knight confirmed North's identity even though he still maintained his human form.
In the eyes of the death knight, the person in front of him exudes a holy aura, and he is in the deepest part of the city of the dead. It is extremely abnormal no matter how you look at it.
North heard his inquiry and glanced at Tamik aside. Seeing her solemn expression, he also realized the problem.
Ordinary Diya residents dare not say that lichs are evil. Those who dare to say so are enemies from other forces.
"You can understand it that way." North stood up and replied to the death knight.
"Excellent." The death knight gritted his teeth and said, holding the sword hilt tighter, "Go to hell, evil lich!"
Before he finished speaking, he waved the sword in his hand, and a huge wind blade quickly swept towards North.
"Be careful!" Seeing that the death knight's attention was all focused on North in the distance, Tamik knew that he could not wait any longer and quickly signaled loudly to North.
For Tamik at this time, if she wants to survive from this death knight, the only thing she can rely on is North in front of her. If North, who is higher in rank than her, also dies, she
There must be no way to escape.
It's a pity that she sent the reminder too late.
By the time her voice reached North's ears, the huge wind blade had already arrived in front of him. The speed of the wind blade was far beyond imagination. It was launched almost as soon as the death knight raised his hand, and North had no chance to react.
, even teleportation cannot be released.
Seeing that the wind blade was about to cut his body into two pieces, suddenly, a wind blade in the completely opposite direction appeared in front of North and collided with the incoming wind blade.
After a crisp sound, the wind blade disappeared into nothingness. In the death knight's disbelieving eyes, North also lowered his head in confusion and looked at his right hand.
Only North knew clearly what just happened.
Just as he desperately watched the wind blade approaching, his right hand made a move first, just swiping his palm, and then released a powerful wind blade to meet the enemy's attack.
"Impossible...how did you possess the power of the artifact?" The death knight stopped what he was doing and asked North.
"I don't know..." North replied with some confusion.
Suddenly, he seemed to have thought of something, and quickly turned to look to his right. There, the man in white was staring at the death knight in the distance, with a thoughtful look in his eyes.
"What are you looking at?" Sensing North's actions, the death knight frowned and looked to the right side of his body. Unfortunately, there was nothing there.
"Can't you see?" Hearing what he said, North asked in surprise.
Unfortunately, the surprise in North's heart did not last long before he heard the voice of the man in white.
"Tell him to put down his weapon." The man in white said.
"This is impossible... He has made it clear that he wants to kill me, so why should I ask him to put down his weapon?" North glanced at the man in white in surprise, not understanding what he meant at all.
In North's view, perhaps only after defeating the death knight can he put down his weapon.
"Just say it." The man in white said calmly, "Say with me...'put down your weapons.'"
North was extremely helpless, but he did not dare to disobey the man in white. He also counted on the man in white to help him make up for his mistakes, so he had no choice but to say: "Put down your weapons!"
"Cang!"
With a crisp sound, the green and slender sword fell to the ground.
What North didn't expect was that as he finished speaking, the weapon in the hand of the death knight who looked very powerful, not to mention legendary, fell down in response.
Even the death knight looked at his right hand holding the sword in disbelief. He never imagined that he actually dropped the weapon in his hand as the enemy said.
For swordsmen, weapons are undoubtedly their lives. What the death knight can guarantee is that even if the blood in his body is drained out at the last moment of the battle, he will not let go of the hand holding the weapon. However, now,