"War is a pleasure!"

The Death Lord who commanded 500 high-ranking knights and 1,500 lower-level knights, as well as tens of thousands of undead infantry, galloped on the battlefield, he rode on a black warhorse, and pulled out the war bow in a good time, and after less than a second, he was caught in the sea of the undead in front of him, and the holy light shield around the struggling paladin was broken, and the moment the paladin sensed the threat, the moment he turned around, the dark knight rode past him,

The arc of the icy scimitar grazed his neck, his head flipped in the air, and finally landed on the blood-stained battlefield, and the moment the paladin's vision dimmed, he saw the human position completely overwhelmed by the rolling sea of undead.

This is not the frontal battlefield of the East Valley, in order to defend against the undead of the Twilight Forest, there is a human army stationed by the river in the East Valley, and while the frontal battlefield is under attack, the flank battlefield also welcomes its own opponents... by Celent. Commanders of Firewing's Orangeton.

Celent was not a lord who liked to charge head-on, and even after his death, he inherited the fierce nature of a ranger, and liked the feeling of killing his opponent from a quiet moment, and the high-ranking knights under his command were wise enough to lead the charge of the lower knights, and on this small battlefield by the river, the human position was surrounded by undead several times his own, and he could not hold out for even 30 minutes.

Especially after a successful assassination by Celent himself, when the human general guarding here was beheaded by him, the already low morale of the human soldiers who were fighting in a desperate situation completely collapsed.

Seeing the rout scattered in the ruins covered in frost and corpses, Celent tossed aside the bloodstained head he was carrying, wiped his sword from the headless corpse, and said to the high knight behind him:

"Drive them to the frontal battlefield ... We will come later, and may humanity be ready to be attacked on its back. ”

The same thing happened on other flank battlefields, Tyrion divided the Death Lord under his command and the warbands they commanded, and the frontal attack on the human position was actually only 2 warbands commanded by Tyrion himself, but even so, under the absolute numerical superiority, the humans on the frontal battlefield also fought very hard.

Even against only 2 warbands, their opponents reached a staggering 80,000 people... More than twice as many as humans, plus the Screamer Legion in the sky, means that if humans want to win this battle, each soldier must kill at least three undead, which is almost impossible to do.

"Drink"

The paladin duke, who was surrounded by the undead, gritted his teeth, wielded a heavy sword, and forced the El in front of him to retreat, in the head-on collision between the holy light and death, every weapon exchange would make Eyre's arms burned by the strong holy light, even if there was death energy that kept repairing Al's body all the time, but in the face of the world's top paladin, the high-ranking knight El was still at a disadvantage.

In the knight hedge just now, in the face of the human knights who lost their speed, the death knights won a victory, but soon, the scattered human knights began to flexibly disperse the battle, and in the face of the paladin's holy light attack, the 1,000 junior knights brought by El also quickly suffered casualties, and the infantry of the human position had already started hand-to-hand combat with the undead who were rushed away, and the steel creation of the steam tank also brutally rushed into the position of the necromancer.

The battle began to burn, the screams of humanity and the silence of the undead were in stark contrast, and the line between life and death had never been as clear as this war had expressed, like a line that divided the two, outlining a hell of canine teeth.

"Bang"

The skeletal horse of the El Knight was directly purified by the Judgment of the Holy Light of the Duke of Berval, and in the ashes, the Duke of the Paladin, who was chasing after the victory, cut down the surrounding undead with a sword, and then swung a fist, and smashed it on the black horn battle helmet of the El Knight in a condescending manner, and lifted the helmet away, revealing the thin and dead face of the El.

That face, covered with ugly scratches, looked like a child's clumsy stick figure, but this face, Bowval knew!

"You! I know you! ”

The Paladin Duke shouted:

"Joe. Al! The Chaldean bishop says you're dead! Dead in the assassination of the cultists! You... How did you end up here? ”

"Huh"

The muscles on the El Knight's face twitched in horror, he clenched the black rune sword in his hand with both hands, and he said in a silent voice:

"Well, I guess, he didn't tell you..."

"What?"

The Duke asked with a frown, and the next moment, the El Knight's heavy sword shone with a cold light, and the sharp sword that suddenly swung down slashed at the paladin, and the latter's body was raised backwards, dodging the attack, but the war horse under his crotch was not so lucky.

"Rub Click"

Amid the sound of the armor being torn, a terrible scar was cut on the neck of Berval's favorite warhorse, and the cold voice of the El Knight also reached the Duke's ears amid the blood and the mournful roar of the warhorse.

"You... Will die here! ”

"Bang"

The paladin, who was overturned by the fallen warhorse, rolled twice on the ground in embarrassment, dodging El's brutal attack, Boval stood up, looking at his beloved horse who had lost his life, a flash of angry fire flashed in his eyes, and between the beats of the holy light, golden wings appeared behind the paladin, and the scorching holy light wrapped around his heavy sword, like a swinging pillar of fire.

"You! Joe, I'll purify your ugly soul! ”

"Boom"

In the extreme anger of the paladin, those subordinate necromancers who were close to him were silently ignited, and his long sword was swung down, Al raised his sword to block, blocking the blade, but failed to block the roaring fire of holy light, the flame ignited the body of the El Knight, representing the purest flame of holy light burning, and the counterattack of the death energy in the El Knight's body failed to extinguish it, but made it burn more violently.

"Ugly soul! This is what you deserve! ”

Looking at the death knight struggling in the flames of holy light, Boval clenched the heavy sword in his hand and took a step forward, wanting to completely free the soul in front of him, but at this moment, the low and strange sound of horse bells passed through the noisy battlefield and entered Berval's ears, he subconsciously raised his head, and saw the dense necromantic phalanx in front of him slowly "cracking", and a slender figure walked towards him.

"You can't kill him!"

A cold voice sounded on the battlefield, like a verdict:

"For me and my career, every high-ranking knight is precious."

At the same time as this voice sounded, the paladin duke stepped forward without turning a deaf ear, raised his heavy sword, and slashed towards the burning body of the El Knight, obviously, he was unwilling to accept the guidance of this voice, but at this moment, the cold frost suddenly rolled around the paladin, and in Bolval's eyes wrapped in holy light, he even saw a snowflake sliding from his eyes.

"Bang"

The paladin's eyes went black, as if he had been hit head-on by a siege vehicle, and the whole person fell backwards, and his wrist hurt sharply, as if his flesh and blood were about to be torn apart.

His body flipped in the air for a few weeks, and finally smashed on the undead infantry behind him, smashing several undead in a row, before he could fall to the ground, the paladin gasped, he looked up, and saw the strange slender figure placing the hand armor on the shoulder of the burning El Knight, the scorching flame of holy light licking desperately, but could not ignite on the figure.

And in the catharsis of his power, the ground of the battlefield around him was frozen rapidly, and dark red lightning bolts danced on him, and soon, the flame of holy light that ignited the body of the El Knight was forcibly extinguished, like a spark thrown into icy water.

"I said, you, you can't kill him!"

Rescued from the brink of purification, the El Knight was half-kneeling on the ground, the body of this high-ranking knight was severely damaged by the Holy Light, and it may take him a while to recover.

And it was only at this time that Duke Berval saw clearly the figure involved in the battle, and when he appeared on the battlefield, those calm undead seemed to have been injected with some kind of stimulant, and became crazy, and the tide of the undead who had been blocked from the position began to roll forward frantically, and the gray eyes of those undead infantry had turned into a strange dark red, and in their increasingly crazy offensive, the human position was extremely compressed.

And the origin of all the troubles, standing in front of Duke Berval at this time, the undead infantry who broke the calm and began to roar around them crossed the two of them, but none of them dared to step into the battlefield of their king and opponent, and in this sea of undead that began to surge forward again, a strange blank area appeared.

Tyrion wore his own armor for a rare time, it was made of essentia steel used by Deathwing to hold his body in place, a new armor that the high-ranking knight Thorrison had completed only yesterday, with a swarthy body and neat lines all over it, with skull carvings engraved on the hand armor, and artistic thorn flowers on either side of the sturdy boots, which were Tyrion's favorite plant.

The armor was masculine, the shoulders carved into the shape of a dragon towered over Tyryon's shoulders, looking like an awakened beast of death, and the scarlet cloak fluttered behind the King of the Blades, the frost that grew colder and colder on the ground stretched upwards as if to set off the Grand Appearance of the King of Death.

He didn't wear a helmet, but instead wore a quaint, blue ring of steel that looked like a spiked crown, and at this time, he looked at the vigilant paladin in front of him with ice-blue eyes, and between the swings of his wrists, the crescent-shaped blade let out a longing hum at the sound of armor clashing.

Obviously, the Apocalypse is spiking at this soul in front of him, and it likes him!

"Bolval. Vortagan. ”

"You will be my most trusted knight, and the dark power you possess will subvert the entire human empire for me, and there is no doubt that I have seen that future," said Tyrion in a calm voice. ”

"Don't think!"

The Paladin Duke turned his head slightly, behind him, the paladins who were still resisting had been completely surrounded, under the order of Tyrion, the high-ranking knights mixed with the undead infantry began their hunt, and the Raven Assassins who fell silently from the sky, all of which announced the end of the Knights of the Stormwind Kingdom.

At this time on the battlefield, black has become the only hue, and Berval can see that the undead who suddenly rushed out of the forests on both sides caught the human position off guard, like a reef stuck in the dark tide, and even the road to the final breakthrough was completely blocked.

These undead from the beginning... It's about annihilating them all...

"In the epic sung by mankind, those heroes, at any time, can swing their fists firmly! Shatter the desperate situation of self and others... Bringing hope to the people. ”

Tyrion slowly walked forward with the Apocalypse, his ice-blue eyes shining with a hint of doubt:

"But what I'm more curious about is, Bolval, how can you, as a hero, overcome me in such a desperate situation?"

"It's easy!"

Duke Berval knew that he could not have support, but in this desperate situation, his heart burst out with a heroic aura, he wiped his heart, in the armor, hanging a cold ring, that small beautiful thing at this moment brought him endless courage and the faith to protect.

The Holy Light, the source of power, seemed to hear this hymn of courage, and it burned even more violently on Berval's body, making the Paladin Duke look like an angel of light who had descended into the world.

"Kill you! Kill you here! ”

Bolvar swung his heavy sword, and the blood-stained ground beneath his feet shattered, and with his roar, the light ignited a dazzling curtain of light behind him.

"Kill you here, and everything will... Come to an end! ”

"Bang"

The heavy sword mixed with endless courage and determination slashed at Tyrion's neck, the death knight shook his head, in the scorching attack, he held the blade of the apocalypse with both hands, in the endless hum of the magic blade, the huge death energy in his body poured out at this moment, and the wanton dancing darkness was like a sudden nightfall, obscuring the light of the entire battlefield.

The soldiers who fought desperately in the sea of the dead raised their heads and saw the scattered darkness behind Tyrion, the entangled dark red halo, like a dark giant that extinguished all hope, and 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, and some of the already weak soldiers even lost their breath under the infection of darkness...

The fire of light in the darkness stubbornly shone, the sound of the collision of weapons, the roar of the duke, like thunder resounded on the battlefield, but this inspiring light was swallowed up by the darkness little by little, he desperately resisted, but the surrounding darkness was like a cobweb that became tighter and tighter, until the last moment, when the flame of holy light was compressed to the extreme.

The darkness had suddenly dissipated, and the light had reshone on the battlefield, but the blood of the warriors had turned cold.

The mantled duke, sword in hand, struggled not to fall, his chest and abdomen with terrible wounds, the crimson light that swirled around them, preventing the light from healing it.

The duke, who was unwilling to admit defeat, panted and looked at the king of the dark blades in front of him, the latter was as calm as when he appeared on the stage, he reached out and slapped out the flame of holy light on his wrist, he tilted his head, looking at the paladin duke in front of him who was torn off his armor and drenched in death, he reached out and picked up the blasphemous seal hanging on his chest, he whispered:

"There is nothing more cruel than chasing impossible dreams in vain."

"Bolval. Vortagen, in this day, in this place, I, Tyrion. Dawnblade, bestow you with true... Extrication. ”