Warrior, this is a very peculiar profession.

The moment a farmer who has been working all year round grabs his sword out of anger, he can be called a warrior.

And a young man who has been trained in martial arts since childhood and has carved the instinct of fighting into his bones can also be called a warrior.

The difference between this profession and other professions is that anyone who dares to fight can be called a warrior, but warriors are also the most polarized of all professions.

Weak warriors can't even tap into their physical potential, they can't even beat a fish-man or a gnollo.

And powerful warriors, not only can tap their own potential, temper **, and even transform anger into the source of their own strength, this seemingly invisible and qualitative power is real, and once the power of anger is mastered, it means that the warrior will be completely reborn, with the blessing of high-level combat skills, in the tempering of endless battles, and finally reach the terrible realm of anger and fighting.

As for those top fighters... For example, the former Sarufar, and the emperor Lothar, these warriors have played combat as an art, and the Tyrion of the Great Lord of the Dark Blade is invincible, and he is still broken through the defense by Lothar's decisive blow, and even Sarufar, who has become a death knight, still has the shadow of a warrior in his fighting style, and his famous slashing to the death can even easily hack a young dragon to death within one blow.

I can't say enough about the characteristics of the warrior profession, but this profession, which has appeared since the birth of history, is definitely not as simple as it seems... There are even those who suspect that the Way of the Warrior is the only terrifying force of all forces with no upper limit to its destructive power...

In short, tonight, in the abandoned dock on the edge of Red Ridge Mountain, the Imperial Agents who have reached a dead end, because of the support of a mysterious high-level warrior who suddenly appeared, let them survive again and see hope.

In the whistling and icy night wind, the mysterious warrior with a tower shield in one hand and a war sword in the other bent his legs slightly, and the huge force surged in his legs, causing him to rush into the sky like a cannonball, and then like a meteor, smashing into the battlefield where Jorazi and the shadow were fighting, and in the roar of a meteor falling to the ground, the battle between the two Assassin Grandmasters was interrupted by force.

The two men were smashed in different directions by the flying stones and dirt, and under this moonlit night, the three of them seemed to stand in a straight line, and the surrounding battlefield had become a mess under the power of the three of them, and the shadow trench coat was not cut into the shape of rags, and Joraci was even more miserable, and the neat hair was cut in half by the bayone.

"Who are you! Warriors..."

The shadow looked vigilantly at the warrior in front of him wearing black armor, wearing a black helmet, holding a sword and a tower shield, this should be a human being, but such a high-level warrior, as a high-level agent of the Darkblade Intelligence Agency, she had never seen or even heard of it.

"You shouldn't meddle in the affairs of the Darkblade and the Empire..."

Faced with the threat of the shadow, the warrior slammed the tower shield in his hand to the ground, and then slapped the shield with the sword of his other hand, the low sound made the shadow turn colored... This gesture was used by soldiers on the battlefield to provoke their opponents, and was also used by some gladiators.

In the current situation, the meaning of this action is no longer disguised.

"Let's go!"

An obscure voice like an old man came from under the helmet, and Jorazilen, who had come up to help, paused as he watched the warrior's lonely back in the moonlight, and finally, gritting his teeth, a shadow ran towards the group of great craftsmen on the bay.

"Don't want to go!"

The shadow made a gesture and jumped into the shadows, trying to stop the fugitives, but the next moment, a strong threat came to her mind, and she immediately broke off the connection of the shadows, and the next moment, the brutal black tower shield smashed her head.

"Bang"

The shadow figure staggered back a few steps, gritting her teeth as she looked at the Blackhelm warrior in front of her, who was standing outside the bay, a fierce enemy... And now, she didn't have time to fight him anymore.

"Mercatok can't be allowed to return to the Empire! Kill them! ”

The shadow's cold voice rang out in the spirit link, and at the same time, on the ridge above the battlefield, several hidden agents stood up, and in the darkness, they carried the heavy, cannon-barrel-like thing on their shoulders, even in the eyes of the crazy researchers in the Black Iron District, this thing was considered a dangerous object, and if it weren't for the fact that this operation was too important, the shadow would not have taken out this unfinished experiment.

After aiming slightly, 5 engineering missiles filled with lethal explosives roared out of the barrel, pulled out a silver ray of light in the night, and finally crashed into the back of the group of fugitives under the gaze of the entire battlefield, and then...

“bo！”

At this moment, the fire of destruction... Soaring into the sky.

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Three months ago, the port city that the hot sand consortium had built in the barren land at great cost was set ablaze in the dark by a fierce armed mob, and the entire dock was directly blown up by high explosives, and more than 200 goblins and pirates died in the midnight explosion.

The murderers seemed to be trying to vent their anger rather than destroying the city in a planned way, and after blowing up the port, they left in a prepared dinghy.

This method is very similar to the handiwork of the notorious venture capital company in the goblin business circle, but even the venture capital company has no reason to destroy the city of Jingfang, and they also want to replenish the city, so this matter has become a headless case, and some people say that it is because the hot sand consortium shamelessly plagiarized the research results of others, which attracted the revenge of scientists in the Black Iron Region of another continent.

But this reason obviously doesn't hold water, after all, it's not the first time that the hot sand consortium has been so shameless, and the goblin thing... Can it be called plagiarism?

Although the murderer has not been found, although the danger has not passed, the hot sand consortium is not willing to give up the city, after all, the business between the two continents, the city alone can provide the consortium with huge profits every year, so in the past 3 months, the goblins have been repairing the city's docks, and they seem to be planning to take this opportunity to rebuild a larger dock, and now, the work is close to completion.

However, the goblins who worked frantically to earn gold did not show up on the site tonight, because the Empire's messengers had informed the merchants in advance that they were going to requisition the unfinished dock tonight.

"Buzz"

The blue light flashed like lightning, and when the space door was opened for a short time, several unlucky people whose whole bodies were set on fire smashed into the open space used by the goblins to store supplies from mid-air, this movement immediately attracted the attention of the imperial soldiers patrolling around, and in just ten minutes, these guys who escaped death were sent to the inn in Thorntooth City.

"Save them! Please! ”

The black-faced master craftsman Mecatok clutched his suitcase in one hand and pleaded with the priests as the last of the Master Assassins and Choraci lay on the bed in front of him.

At the moment of the previous explosion, they opened the portal, and several master assassins protected the master craftsman in their arms, allowing the gnomes to avoid the catastrophe, but three of them had been completely wiped out by the explosion, and the remaining few tried their best to mobilize the power of the shadows to protect themselves, but the end result was that everyone was injured.

But anyway, they're back... The two teams of Assassins, one bright and one dark, paid the price of almost total annihilation, but they eventually achieved their goal, and the great craftsman Gerbin, who was extremely important to the development of the empire. Mecatok was eventually safely returned to the Empire.

But... That doesn't mean it's over...

King Lordaeron, young Alsace. Minethil did not wear the armor of a king, but in fact wore only a gray hood that allowed the long hood to wrap around his body, and behind his back he carried an unpretentious sword, like the most ordinary blade, in a scabbard made of wood and leather behind his back.

By his side, Gianna. Master Prodmore ** held the staff of ice, and the thick cold magic of his whole body was floating in the darkness, in front of the two of them, it was the front end of the dock of Jingzhi City, and in the darkness in front of them, there was an endless sea of ice.

The two of them stood there quietly, letting the wind blow the corners of their clothes, as if they were waiting for something, waiting for the darkness of this lightless sea to appear at any time... Guest.

"Wow"

After a certain breath, the calm sea suddenly rolled up angry waves, and the night sky overhead was also shrouded in heavy clouds, and between the dark lightning and thunder, above the sea in front of the two of them, a huge, rapidly rotating whirlpool appeared, hundreds of tons of sea water were turned up from below, and the crazy waves crashed against the shore, the scene was terrifying.

"Boom, boom"

It was like the sound of a giant beast swallowing water, like the most terrible nightmare manifested, in a desolate song, a huge warship like a dark hill, slowly rising from under the sea, the icy water flowed down from the deck, like a torrential rain crashing on the sea, between the fierce sound collisions, under the bow statue decorated with the dark demon, an indifferent man in a black captain's uniform and a black captain's hat was standing there.

He looked down from the side of the ship dozens of meters high, and his expression was like a god who defied mortals.

Cold... Ruthless.

"Alsace. Minahir..."

"Gianna. Prodmoor..."

Dai Lin's hand rested on the golden hilt of his sword, his ice-blue eyes did not fluctuate, and his cold voice echoed across this dead shore:

"You already know why I'm here... You're doing something dangerous. ”

"Now, put Gerbin. Mercatok handed over... I'll just say it once! ”

The eyes of the three of them collided in the dark night, and the sea breeze suddenly became heavy at this moment, blowing Alsace's hood backwards, and Gianna took a deep breath to calm down the emotions surging in her heart, and she shouted:

"Return to your abyss! Dai Lin... Go back! This is a warning from the Empire, and only this once! ”

"Huh?"

Dai Lin's expression changed slightly, he waved his hand back gently, under the bow of the Sea Throne like a dark beast, the deck crawling with barnacles and white bones burst open, four triple heavy guns stretched out from the black hull, 12 guns aimed at the city behind the port, Dai Lin's eyes narrowed slightly, he thought as if he had lost interest in talking, he said:

"Answer... Mistake! ”

"Buzz"

The cold dark red death energy began to fill the muzzle, and it seemed that the next moment, the cold artillery fire that was enough to annihilate everything would completely destroy Thorntooth City, however, at this moment, Arthas, who had not spoken, clenched the hilt of the unpretentious long sword behind his back with his backhand, and he whispered:

"Dai Lin... Do you believe in justice? ”

With the help of Gianna's amplification magic, Arthas's voice was heard across the dark sea, and the question made Dailene scoff, and he whispered:

"Justice? Kid's stuff! ”

"It's a pity..."

Arthas's voice sounded again, and at the same time, he slowly pulled out the ordinary two-handed long sword behind his back, I don't know if it was an illusion, at the moment when the ordinary long sword was unsheathed, Dai Lin suddenly felt a scorching heat like the scorching sun.

"Justice is inferior and pale in comparison with those vain and vain forces."

"Justice doesn't need any ornate embellishments, it doesn't need to be disguised, it can't be buried deeply, in my heart, it's just a hope intertwined with simple protection and expectation."

"Justice applies to everyone, rich or poor, noble or evil. Whether in the farmer's field or on the battlefield..."

Arthas's voice echoed, but Dai Lin didn't intend to give him any more time, his fingers suddenly slipped down at this moment, like the scythe of the soul cut down by death, and the 12 cannons under the bow of the Sea Throne suddenly opened fire at this moment, and the cold energy spurted out, as if it was about to freeze the entire city of Thorntooth into a hell.

"Justice... Everywhere! ”

At this moment, the simple and unpretentious long sword in Arthas's hand was swung up by him, and at this moment, a golden flame like the brightest sunlight suddenly erupted from this ordinary long sword.

It was like a wall of holy light that guarded everything, and in this darkness, the full force of the Sea Kingship was firmly blocked in mid-air.

"What's that!"

Under the light like the scorching sun, Dai Lin took a step back and covered his eyes with his fingers, even though he had never seen such a bright, pure, and scorching holy light in his lifetime.

"Huh"

Arthas's wrist flipped over, and all the light suddenly converged at this moment, and the one in front of him was still the ordinary and hopeless two-handed long sword, the Paladin King clenched the hilt of the sword with both hands, and between the cold wind, he stared at Dai Lin who was high above, and he said in a deep voice:

"Justice is pale and humble, but it is by no means powerless..."

"Today, Dai Lin, and your evil master, I declare to you in the name of this holy sword..."

"Justice belongs to us and to you... It will come! ”

PS: The pale justice of the holy sword, as well as these descriptions of justice, are all from the game under the DND system, well, it's really a good game~