Death Knight

The magic spell does not exist at all, there is nothing to stop the inevitable death.

Alice's life was passing, and she felt her vision shrink rapidly, and her severe cough shook her whole body. The girl's consciousness gradually disappeared, but the memories of the past came to her mind in a flash. The boy who was still young three years ago has now become a master who can stand alone.

What would happen to me and him if this idiot didn't do stupid human experiments? Thought Alice. But now everything is gone ...

She made her last effort and turned her head to the mage: "I know you don't care about them, but wait until the magic circle is complete to rescue these students, shall you? They did nothing wrong."

Richard nodded.

"The book of magic in it is for you, and I will study it in the future ... even my share. Richard must know what I want to do with it, right?" The girl's voice was getting lighter.

The other nodded, and Alice's hazy eyes caught the tears in the corners of her eyes.

"Also, don't desperate to study magic anymore, don't do human experiments, don't let yourself become numb in politics, I want Richard to stay where he is now, with compassion and justice. It's a real man. Will you agree with me, please? "

"I promise you." Richard replied in a husky voice, his arms sinking sharply.

Alice closed her eyes peacefully, and the whole room's anger seemed to be drained in a moment, and fell into the dead silence, but the cold light on the cane reflected the motionless body of the necromancer.

Peggy sat in the square with a decadent face, and after ten more days, the mark of blood would completely collapse his body, and if the curse was lifted, the parasitic puppet would surely cut his stomach. In the end, the senior mage chose to ask for alcohol.

"Ma'am, would you like to come too?" Peggy raised the bottle against the statue of Renas, but the next moment, the light transferred to the circle interrupted his rough joke.

"Richard ~ !!!" The high-ranking mage woke up as soon as he stared at the sight in front of him. The necromancer's complexion is very good. It does not look like he has been stamped with blood for three weeks. His body is surrounded by a layer of light and strong anti-magic enchantment. Not only that, Alice would curl up peacefully in Richard's arms like a sleeping beauty ~!

Richard ignored the other party and walked straight to the gate at the end of the college's central avenue. Peggy's frantic shout sounded after his voice: "It's Richard Bares ~! Richard appeared ~!"

The light of the transfer of the magic circle surged one after another, and the mages rushed towards the central square. The public enemy of the college, the necromancer Richard Bares was now in front of them, but they could not shoot him-because The sight before them told them unmistakably that was the only hope.

"Have you found a way to deal with the parasitic maggots?" Lacroll asked pantingly, and now the Dean of Winfield College has been completely reduced to a homeless man on the street, because even the Chinese clothes that represent his identity are dirty Dirty.

"Yes, this problem has been solved." Richard replied, and the surroundings calmed down immediately. "But I must first negotiate with the Knights of Truth so that the demons in the academy can be completely removed. In addition, I will see Ai Liz's father, Clement Streff. "

"But ..." Lacroll was a little dissatisfied.

"Are you doubting me?" The necromancer asked loudly, and the scorching gaze forced the other side to turn his head. "If you don't want to have another conflict, please make a way for me." The surrounding mages made each other. With a wink, the wall in front of Richard disappeared immediately.

Richard walked straight towards the Knights of Truth along Central Avenue. The power of the Holy Cross lingering in black did not shrink him in the slightest. In a blink of an eye, the necromancer had crossed the golden color. The wall of fire stood in front of the sword master.

"Take me to Clement Streve. Also, let Meredith negotiate with me ... if he's here." Richard said coldly, and the other person nodded silently. .

Winfield College was saved.

The parasitic maggot event lasted 22 days, with as many as 436 deaths. Among them, nine died of parasitic crickets; two died of bloodmarks; 152 died of civil disturbances in the college; 273 died of repression of the Knights of Truth. This is the worst magic accident in the history of the Alliance.

Reynolds lasted 30 to 20 years.

Except for the figure in black, there was no one in the cemetery outside the Holy Capital. In addition to this, there are lining tombstones and endless cemeteries. These blue stone monuments record the fate of people, whether they are happy or worried, but more are helpless.

The man in black went a long way and finally stood in front of a simple tombstone. He opened the cloak that covered his face and greeted softly, "I'm back, Alice."

The autumn wind blows off Richard's short silver-white hair, and the ice-blue flames leap tirelessly in his eyes. The corner of the Lich's mouth raised slightly, and he sat beside the tombstone as if he were sitting next to his closest friend.

"The situation this year is really turbulent. The followers of Luvis have finally started a riot. Many cities have been occupied. She is indeed a powerful god. On the contrary, the Knights of Truth have completely fallen, and the Sword Saints have defected. As a result, even the northern town of Sulut lost. I originally planned to go there to find information about the magic of the li, but I finally gave up ... "

"However, your father and younger brother are all right. Although Clement resigned, he did not join the Luvis sect, as did your younger brother. The fanaticism of war and faith cannot affect them."

"Although nothing was found about the search for the capital of the moon, I still got some clues ... The land of Lorendan may have more secrets about magic in the land, and I plan to visit that unknown land."

"I guess you will miss me when you think?" Richard smiled a long time ago. "But one day, I will come here to share with you with the truth of magic ~! "

"Because that's what we agreed on a long time ago, whether it's the past or the future, I will definitely do it with you."

"Bless me, Alice."

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Fan Wai Pian The Lord of the Soul of the Flame [One Call]

As the name suggests, looking out, there are no vegetation or shrubs throughout Death Canyon. Its surface is almost all black basalt, and the cold rock covers the ground, occupying all the sight, making people feel shudder. Coupled with the violent strong wind, if a person walks alone in this field that hates life, I am afraid that even the blood will freeze?

But at this moment, the dead silence was torn by some forceful force. The entire gorge is covered with horizontal and vertical cracks, some of which are even bottomless. The fragments of basalt are scattered all over the ground, and the dust is flying in the wind. It is like a beast with a sharp claw passing through this gorge. Even the dragons can absolutely not cause such shocking destruction.

There is only one power that can tear up Death Canyon.

"The sword fights ... yes, and it's 'Broken Mountain'." The orc carefully stroked the flesh, and then sighed with satisfaction.

Judging from the wrinkles on his face, he was already in his sixties, and had dark silver hair inlaid with several strands of silver wire, and had not been cut for a long time. There was also a lot of beard on the wide chin. Going up like a savage coming out of the mountains. But even more noticeable is his broken body-the old orc's left sleeve is empty, and to keep his balance he has to wear a heavy short cloak. His left foot is very stiff, despite wearing boots, But he still made a heavy sound when he stepped on the basalt-this is a steel prosthesis.

The visitor of Death Canyon walked silently, dragging the rustling iron leg, looking at the scars of the earth all the way. Finally, at the exit of the canyon, he finally stopped.

Nearly a hundred people were standing in a circle to stand, and in their center, an orc warrior as tall as a tower was staring in front of him without moving. His body was covered with bandages, and only a few spots of green skin appeared. In this cold black land, this combination is particularly dazzling.

Opposite the orc warrior, the young human with red eyes was looking at him indifferently.

"Okay emcee, don't care about the red tape, let's end the ceremony quickly." The human warrior urged the old man aside.

The other party nodded, and then began to announce loudly: "For four or two years in Luvis, the challenger Arthas defeated Swordmaster Lord Rex, and even mastered the sword fight gas 'Broken Mountain' upright meaning. According to my swordmaster A family tradition, now I declare that Arthas is qualified to serve as the new generation of swordsman lords. "

"If any of the witnesses present are in doubt, please ask immediately." The only response to this sentence was silence, so the emcee turned her eyes to the orc.

"Rex, please surrender the Lord's Ring." When saying this, the emcee saw the pain burned in the eyes of the loser.

For those who hold the power of sword fighting, the only thing that can determine everything is power. Although character, prestige, and determination are equally important, the person holding the ring of the lord and the leader of the Thunder clan must be the strongest of all Thunder Swordmasters. Time will wear away the sharp edge of strength. On the day when the ring is obtained, the holder will understand that one day he will be too old to keep it, but Rex never thought that he would lose to the peak of life. Such an opponent ~!

This human swordsman named Alsace is only twenty years old this year, but it is completely different from his inexperienced peers. He has unimaginable power-Alsace even mastered the legendary 'Broken Mountain'. When the duel began, the orc-like attack made the orc invincible for the first time, and the situation after that was no suspense.

I've lost completely, and maybe I won't be able to catch up with this flame-burning opponent in my whole life.

"Please hand over the ring of the lord." After waiting for a while, the emcee accentuated and repeated the speech. Rex was awakened from remorse and loss. He slowly dropped the ring on his hand, and then handed it to the young man's hand. Then the proud orc bent his knees and knelt down on the ground.

For the loser, this was the most painful part of the lord's handover ceremony. The proud swordsman must touch his forehead to the ground and show his obedience to his opponents. In this long worship, the belief that strength determines everything will be forever imprinted in the souls of kneeling men and everyone.

Every Swordmaster in Death Canyon was silently staring at the sight, but suddenly a husky voice interrupted people's meditation.

"You're Alsace?"

Everyone turned their eyes, mixed with surprise, contempt and anger. The power of the Swordmasters on the Canados continent is almost unmatched, and even the nobles and nobles cannot easily offend, but the old orc who lacks arms and legs dares to interrupt such an important Thunder Ring transfer ceremony?

But the offender doesn't seem to care at all. He just glanced around and refocused on the young man.

"That's right, it's me." The other side was a little confused. "What are you ...?"

"Look at the ring in your hand, there is a lightning engraved on it." The old orc narrowed his eyes. "Having this ring is equivalent to becoming the leader of the Thunder family, the most powerful of the whole of North Carolina Swordmaster. You are now enough to keep pace with Tidehunter and Stormwind Swordmaster. "

"You've stood at the pinnacle that ordinary people can't reach. What kind of goals are there?" There was a sophisticated temptation in that voice, but Arthas sneered.

"I thought it would be interesting, it turned out to be this cliché again. If you're a lobbyist, it's better to get out right away." Wiping past, brought up a red bloodstain.

"Precise and powerful, but also the introduction of vindictiveness, you have a high talent." The old orc did not even frown, just wiped his face gently. "If you don't like to preach, this may be It makes you feel a bit interesting. "He said, took something out of his arms, and threw it to Arthas.

The other party casually grabbed the shiny object and glanced at it. The next moment, Arthas' pupils suddenly contracted, and the whole person tightened.

What the old orc threw was a ring, and the pattern engraved on it was neither a thunder, nor a storm or a wave. Carved on it was a burning flame.

The legendary ring of flame, a ring belonging to the leader of the three major branches of the sword.

"This is it?" Arthas was unbelievable. The arrogant youth had to turn his gaze to the emcee. When the old man could see it clearly, he couldn't help shouting lowly.

"This is Parsimón's ring ~!" The ceremonial voice made the people around him shiver suddenly.

As the leader of the Swordmaster of the Kanados continent, the mighty orc suddenly disappeared 30 years ago, along with the ring that symbolized the strongest. But now, without warning, the ring of flame suddenly reappeared, and it fell directly into his palm.

Coincidence or fate?

"Where did you get it from?" Obviously, no one planned to let the uninvited guest leave in this way, and the atmosphere was tense for a moment. Rex, kneeling down, was looking at the old orc with a wary expression.

The questioner laughed a few times, showing a painful but helpless expression: "I'm Pasimone."

The crowd exploded in a flash, and noises like "impossible" filled the ears, but Arthas only asked: "It looks like you lost."

"Hey, nothing is wrong." The legendary sword master, the old man in front of him suddenly laughed wildly, covering all the noise, "I, the strongest sword master in Kanados, was beaten down It was by alms that it was taken back for a life, but that was exactly 30 years ago. Now I know that I am old, and the Ring of Fire needs an heir. "

"Young Swordmaster, leader of the Thunder, do you want to inherit this ring?" Pasimone asked word by word.

Arthas nodded.

But at this time, the emcee stopped him angrily: "Don't easily make an agreement. We haven't identified his identity. Who knows who this guy is and can't just make a ring ..."

"Is it enough to have a ring?" The young man interrupted impatiently. "If he is not Parsimmon, it means that he has killed the legendary swordmaster and took the ring as his own. This is not easy. logic?"

"but……"

"Come on, as long as it is strong enough, anyone is eligible to speak. Isn't this an unwritten rule?" Arthas frowned, forcing the emcee to hold his mouth in a cold tone. "He was at least once strong, so let me listen Listen to what this person has to say. If it is only for my request, then the decision will be made by me alone, and no one of you is allowed to intervene ~! "

"Very good." The old orc narrowed his eyes with satisfaction. "All I want is such a sharp sword."

"Tell me your condition." The new leader of the Thunder clan suppressed the noise of everyone around him, then stared into the other person's eyes.

"Bad Jagasi for me, the man that people call 'Emperor.'" Pasimone licked his lips. "The five-year Great Lourdes Athletic Conference is about to begin. Jagasi will definitely participate. I hope you can be here. Defeat him before the world. "

Never grow old and stay alert forever. The eternal champion of the Great Lourdes Arena has participated in a dawn war hundreds of years ago. With unparalleled sword skills, he will kill 3,000 elite warriors in one go. It is said that in recent years he even defeated the king of flames Melody Dick-this is the emperor Jagasi. If sword fighting is a legendary existence for people, then the emperor is also a legend for sword saints. Some even think that the emperor has stolen the power that belongs only to God.

"But the legend does not make people scared after all. Only after fighting face-to-face with the emperor can you understand what is absolute." Pasimone stroked his steel legs subconsciously and looked forward with loss of eyes, "It is said that Of the countless fighters who have fought against the emperor, I am the only one who survived. Fortunately, right? But I have since realized that I can never reach his level-not because of a physically disabled relationship-for longing For people of strength, this is an intolerable thing. "

"So you have n’t seen it since the duel in the Grand Arena thirty years ago. And you have used power to block all news about that duel."

"Yes, I don't want the reputation of the sword to be affected by this. After that, I have been searching for a warrior who can defeat the emperor, every moment."

"Why did you find me?"

"Because the emperor's time is running out," the old orc whispered, "and I can't choose the strongest swordsman in the millennium. So I can only choose you, the strongest swordsman in thirty years. "There was a cunning wave in his gaze.

They are currently on their journey to the south of the mainland. Although the Thunder elders were all opposed, Arthas decided to follow the old orc of unknown origin and holding the ring of fire. The young swordsman didn't care if the message he heard contained lies. For him, the only thing that mattered was fighting.

"Tell me about the emperor."

"Of course I will tell you, otherwise there is no chance of winning at all." Pasimone waved his hand. "But before learning these theories, it is more important to feel. You must first see the way of Jagasi's fighting in order to understand me. Tell you everything. "

"Are there anyone already dueling him?" Arthas looked up.

"Duel? That's just a massacre." The orc snorted from his nose. "But it's still worth seeing ... the unimaginable massacre."

On November 12, Luvis, the two finally arrived in Lourdes. The city's alias is "City of the Millennium." It was once the most prosperous city in Canados, the capital of countless rising empires, the holy place for mage discussions, and even the goddesses loved it. In the historical records, three deities have chosen this city as the place of gods, and the ruins belonging to them still exist here.

But there is one more important thing than that-the Grand Lourdes arena is located here. Whether in the year of turbulence or the year of peace, there has been no interruption in the athletics convention between the millennia. Every five years, it always opens the heavy rose gate on time and calls for the arrival of soldiers. And countless brave men who responded to the call and threw their blood on the hot sand battlefield each time brought endless vitality to the ancient arena and the large Lourdes centered on the arena.

Now, this circular building, which can hold hundreds of thousands of people, stands majesticly in front of Alsace, as if an insurmountable mountain has swallowed all the sight of the young swordsman.

"Everything around is changing, but the arena will always exist here, this is the eternal truth." Pasimone sighed with sigh, and the old expression opened up in an instant.

"It's really shocking, but I've seen scenes more magnificent than this." Alsace just shrugged. The indifference is owned by those who walk between the blade and death. "Any mountain is better than artificial The building is much more magnificent, and if it is about age, if the arena has been there for a thousand years, then the mountains and rivers have been there for at least 10,000 years? "

"I didn't expect your martial arts to be so good." The old orc chuckled. "But you're wrong. For us soldiers, the arena itself is not the point."

"Only the red land in the arena, the hot sand battlefield, is the real destination of the soldiers." When he said this, Pasimone's expression was very serious. It seems that he is no longer the loser who has been cut off half of his body, but has returned to 30 years ago, and became the strongest warrior who led the three sword sage branches. With a flame-like soul.

What exactly is that land that makes people so desperate? Arthas stared silently at the old man beside him, stroking the hilt subconsciously.

"Well, let's go in." Pasimone finally returned to God and said after taking a deep breath, "Come with me and enter through the side door."

"What about here?" The young man pointed at the rose gate, which was thirty meters high on the front.

"This is the channel for the athletes. Today we are just the audience." The old orc did not look back. "But soon, you should pass the Rose Gate. Soon."

Obviously, despite his left hand and left foot, his power still cannot be underestimated. The location of Arthas and the old orcs is one of the best in the entire arena. The vision is very wide, and the vast hot sand battlefield in the center of the field has a panoramic view. The young swordsman stood at the forefront of the stand like that, staring silently at this legendary red earth. The ancient granite is telling a long history, the cheers are burning to the soldier's nerves, the sharp sword reflects the dazzling sunlight, waiting for the moment to grab the blood.

"Today is the first day of the Grand Lourdes Athletic Festival. According to traditional practice, the fighters of the challenge group will fight against the emperor at this moment ~!" The voice of the preacher Hong Liang was enlarged by magic and passed to every arena One place also interrupted the thinking of the young swordsman.

"Let me introduce these young and brave athletes. They are-Ryan of the Storm Sword from Storm City, St. Parker, the homeless sword known for bounty missions, and Albert Aber, the royal knight from Stanley. Special ~! "

With thunderous cheers, the three challengers slowly stepped into the legendary land. The bright red rose petals sprinkled from the air and soon mixed with the red grit. But a few minutes later, I am afraid it will not be romantic flowers in the battlefield-but the warm blood of the soldiers.

"Has the leader of the Storm family also come here, why didn't you tell me earlier?" Arthas twisted his hair and asked. Although he didn't care about the exchanges between the three major branches of the sword master, the superb swordplay Ryan would become a challenger, which is really unexpected.

"He didn't even grasp the junior 'Broken Mountain'." Pasimone just shrugged.

"Even so, he is definitely a first-class warrior. And it is clear that the strength of that knight and another wandering swordmaster may not be under Ryan." The youth was thinking, "You should understand, swordmaster Its power is increasing in geometric progression ... This is a team with both merits and powers. Is it possible for the emperor to defeat them alone? "

The old orc was about to explain, and a louder cheer came suddenly towards them—much more violent than the previous one, almost like a surging wave. Everyone raised their hands and shouted the same name.

"Emperor ~! Emperor ~!"

"Emperor ~! Emperor ~!"

"Emperor ~! Emperor ~!"

On the other side of the hot sand battlefield, the Adamantite gate carved with roses and thorns is slowly opening.

Fan Wai Pian The Lord of the Soul of Flame [二 邂逅]

What exactly is a legendary warrior like? Fast and windy? Murderous? Or ethereal like a phantom? Arthas stared intently at the emperor slowly coming out of the shadow of the huge building, but his eyes stopped at that moment.

"What?" He shouted out loud, rubbing his eyes hard-it wasn't Jagasi himself who made the young man stale, but he had a weapon in his hand-it was neither a famous soldier nor a flash Grade-level sword, it has not even blessed magic, it is just an ordinary weapon, and from the surface texture, this weapon is made of bronze that is easily broken.

In other words, the emperor stood almost barefooted in front of two sword masters and a knight ~!

"That guy ... he's going to use the copper sword to fight against the iron-cutting sword ~!" Arthas grabbed the old orc's shoulder sharply, his eyes seeming to burst into flames, "How is this possible? "

"Huh, that's Jagasi's favorite method." Pasimone just glanced at the other side, there was no surprise in his expression at all, "For the sword slayer who hasn't even mastered" Broken Mountain ", this is probably only the case. Make him a little more serious. "

"Don't be kidding." The young Juggernaut rushed to the edge of the stand and refocused on the hot sand battlefield. In this position, he can clearly see the expressions of the three challengers. Spark played with the two-handed sword in his hands, and seemed to be thinking about how to take advantage of the emperor's pride. The knight was a little overwhelmed-he probably did not expect that the opponent would be so humiliated in a one-to-three situation. Himself; only Ryan of the Storm clan still kept the usual caution, but from the flash of light in his eyes, Arthas captured the impatient mood of the sword master.

"Because the emperor is very strong, in accordance with previous practice, he will only use bronze magic weapons without magic treatment ~!" The preacher's words sounded again, "with a one-on-three, with a copper sword against the flash sword, this will It will be the most exciting battle on the first day of the competition ~! "

According to the practice of previous years, the emperor has done so many times ... but it is impossible. What kind of swordplay can make a person fight against swords in this state? What exactly is it?

Arthas was lost in thought, but couldn't find the answer at all. The only thing he could do was to ignore the dazzling bronze sword and re-examine the warrior who stepped out of the legend carefully.

The emperor had a slender figure, a black coat with sharp silver and white long hair, in sharp contrast, and his face drawn by sharp lines was unusually cold. From a distance, it looked like a marble sculpture. Compared with three different-looking opponents, Arthas couldn't see Jagasi's mood change at all. Those ruby-like eyes were like deep water sinking, and he wanted to put everything around him into his pupils.

"That's Hitomi, the emperor's innate ability. As long as he is willing, he can see through the transmission of nerve currents in the flesh, and determine the other party's next move." Pasimone's voice rang beside the youth's ear, carrying Not belonging to the old man's clarity and fluency, his gaze was also frozen in Jagasi's body.

"Are you predictive in combat? It's really difficult to deal with."

"You're wrong," the old orc silently smiled bitterly. "The real strength of the emperor is not his superb swordplay and foresight talent, but the accumulated experience of more than 700 years that mortals can't imagine ~! Even the gods cannot match his experience in this regard. "

"Seven hundred years !?" Arthas felt that he had encountered too many incredible things today.

"Haven't seen it yet? Just by his skin color and hair color, Jagasi is a semi-vampire and a daywalker. Since I was defeated by him, I have not only been looking for a replacement for the past thirty years. . With your little ghosts alone, no matter how talented you are, it is still impossible to rival the emperor. Only by knowing yourself and knowing one another can you have a glimmer of hope for victory. "

"Jewelry eyes like fairy tales, half-vampire sunwalkers, live longer than the sum of several goddesses ... what else do you know about the emperor?"

"I also know that now is the best time to defeat him." The other side looked at Arthas meaningfully. "If it is earlier, even if you master the broken mountain, you have absolutely no chance of winning ... and if it is later, I am afraid that the emperor will succumb to time itself. "

"Anyone really likes to say something that is both profound and mysterious." Arthas shrugged easily, but his eyes remained on Jagassi.

The next moment, the crisp bell interrupted the conversation between the two-the first battle of the grand Lourdes Arena began.

The two sword masters launched an attack at the first time, and the multi-layered compound sword fought to form a large net to tightly block the emperor's actions. Immediately afterwards, the second wave rushed across the slower big net and cut back to the target. Before the challenge, these three people obviously passed through a long running-in period, and the tacit understanding of the attack was extremely high without leaving any gap.

But the only thing that raised the sword's fighting spirit was the red dust on the battlefield without any trace of blood-the emperor easily avoided all the attacks and quickly closed the distance with the challengers.

In the face of the extremely sharp sword fighting spirit, unless the sword fighting spirit is also used to fight back or rely on strong magic defense, no one in the entire Kanados continent will dare to resist it from the front, not to mention the emperor currently wearing a commoner and a bronze sword. Most fighters try to be as close as possible to their opponents while avoiding sword fighting. In this way, the slow sword fighting will not be able to exert its full power in close combat.

But this level of evasion is not enough. Arthas stared intently at the battlefield. The emperor was passing swords and swords, fighting lightly like a bat.

High-level sword master, the owner of the "crushed stone" can do more than just wave one arc after another.

Just as Jagasi was about to enter the confrontation distance, Ryan's eyes suddenly glowed, like a tiger hunting for food. A vortex of mountains and rivers whistled from his long sword. A loud noise ran through people's ears. The edge of the blade rolled up countless gravels and opened a deep trench on the ground. At the same time, the wandering swordsman also showed his stunt. He shook the long sword quickly, and numerous small and sharp arc-shaped sword fighting spirits were sprayed out in all directions, wrapping the roaring tornado, Pounce on the target directly ahead.

The emperor had avoided it. That unsuspecting body, the legendary warrior may be torn apart by the sword fighting spirit sweeping the battlefield in the next second, but at that moment, Arthas finally saw the flash of luster in the pupil of the gem.

In fact, what I long for is such a momentous moment. Those blood-red eyes spoke without doubt.

Jagasi finally waved the weapon in his hand for the first time, Huang Chengcheng's bronze sword accurately penetrated into the tornado-like sword fight and stirred it, and it was cut into pieces. The sharp arc sword fighting spirits were either turned into a breeze or deflected when they met the bronze sword, and they were loaded into the ground next to the target. For a while, countless gravels were flying around, stirring up a large area of ​​dust, but the emperor at the center of the attack was completely unharmed.

He actually fought against swords from the front and destroyed them ~! Arthas stared blankly at the sight, feeling that he had been deprived of his ability to think.

"He unexpectedly ... broke all this with a bronze sword ..."

By the time the youth murmured, the emperor had approached the challenger. Ryan and Spark's necks immediately appeared with two straight slashes, and blood shot out from them, raising a red mist. The royal knight, who had returned from surprise, hurriedly slashed a sword, but it fell through--at this time, Jagasi had jumped to his epee, and then jumped back on Albert's shoulder. Immediately afterwards, the emperor showed off the bronze sword in a skillful manner, and then inserted the sword into the knight's heavenly cover, and the opponent was dead before he could even make a noise.

"It's over." This was the only word that Jagasi had spoken in this battle, or this slaughter. As soon as his words fell, the stiff corpses of the three challengers fell on the hot sand battlefield, and the hot blood quickly dissolved into the greedy red gravel, which could not be distinguished at all.

Arthas had a hoarse voice and couldn't say a word.

The arena filled with hundreds of thousands of people is filled with silence. The eardrums slammed by the wind are screaming because they cannot adapt to the sudden death, and time and space seem to have lost their function and the brain is blank.

I don't know how long it took before the enthusiastic cheers returned again, everyone shouting desperately.

"Emperor! Victory ~!"

"Emperor! Victory ~!"

"Emperor! Victory ~!"

"Tell me, what exactly is that?" The young man turned, staring at the old orc, asking word by word. His eyes were as sharp as a blade when he saw the Ring of Fire, firmer than steel.

"A technique called 'Yunyao'. It is not specific to the power of swordsmanship or boxing, but a concentrated technique to increase the speed of the heart. The key to destroying the sword's fighting spirit is it." Pasimone looked at the other with interest. .

"Can you destroy the skill of sword fighting? This may be a good sign ..." The young swordsman's eyes returned to indifference, but it contained an indelible flame. "Since sword fighting has been proved to be imperfect, there may still be There is room for improvement. "He said, refocusing back on the battlefield. After accepting the audience's call, the emperor was slowly walking towards the open rose door.

But at this moment, Jagasi's body suddenly tilted to one side, and his footsteps suddenly stopped. It was only an instant. The emperor immediately restored his balance, then quickly covered his mouth with his hand and entered the door, but Arthas looked at everything.

"What's wrong with him?" Swordmaster didn't think the victor had suffered any trauma in the battle just now.

"Have you seen it? Your eyesight is sharp." The old orc nodded approvingly, "Maybe something like curse or disease is said to be related to the king of flames Melodyk, but these are not important. What's important is, if A half vampire starts to vomit blood, which means that his life is no longer long. "

When he said that, there was an uncontrollable excitement in his expression.

"Is your goal now to kill the seriously ill emperor?" Arthas shook his head.

"Even if it is any good, he has lived more than 700 years, has a wealth of experience, and that pair of gemstone pupils, it is not unfair to use this as a counterbalance." The old orc shrugged, "Not to mention even As such, Jagasi is still stronger than you. "

This conversation has been repeated countless times between the two, but no one can convince the other. Arthas even canceled the special training that Parsimone intended to perform immediately, but just wandered around the courtyard aimlessly-of course, the old orc had no intention of giving up, he knew that the young swordsman would sooner or later be convinced by himself.

The place where they live now is a famous attraction called Aqua Manor, located on the outskirts of Greater Lourdes. This territory with beautiful landscapes originally belonged to the Winfield College with power throughout the mainland, but after the fall of the mages, it fell into the hands of those in power today-naturally, this aristocracy once received the favor of Parsimón. .

But the young swordsman had no interest in clear streams, lush trees, and blooming flowers. There was only one thing in his mind—the emperor was unparalleledly powerful.

This old guy is even more unscrupulous than he thought. The youth glanced at the preacher beside him, thinking resentfully. But he is also very clear that everything is as the other party said, no warrior eager to touch the peak of power will give up at this time, and he is no exception.

Just when he was going to stir up the topic again, the sound of the melodious humming in the wind interrupted Alsace's thoughts. At the moment when the melody was discerned, the expression of the old orc suddenly became serious, and the long-lost sharp light was revealed in his eyes-that is the look that only the warrior can have.

"It's a wonderful song, but I remember that the guests in this manor are only two of us." Arthas stopped and discerned where the music was coming from.

"Hey, there are always some people, even the King can't stop it." Pasimone's voice shuddered. "Come on, let's meet some uninvited visitors." The old orc touched it subconsciously Take a look at the prosthetic, then stride forward.

Bypassing the lush foliage, through the crisscrossing leaf shadows, there is a picturesque beauty stretched in front of you-clear water everywhere-dew-covered flowers set off one after another pocket waterfall , The winding stream reflects the figure of the traveler, and the player is indulged in this bird-speaking flowery scenery, and fiddles with the lyre in his hands.

This is an elf woman. As a knowledgeable swordsman, Arthas has seen a handful of elves on this continent, but compared to them, the girl in front of him is much more delicate.

The player has long hair that is more dazzling than the sun. Under the breeze, gold-like hair flutters in the air. Those glamorous eyes are bluer than the sea, and the white skin makes the satin robes underneath dim, coupled with the small nose and rosy lips, I am afraid that even the princess in the fairy tale will be dwarfed by her.

But Alsace's gaze stayed on her for less than a second—not because the youth lacked awareness of women, but because he couldn't ignore the listener beside the elf girl.

The emperor is standing there ~! It's less than ten meters away!

"Jacassi ~!" Parsimón first shouted, his expression had a subtle change, resentment, joy, helplessness and sadness mixed together, drowning the eyes of the old orc.

This hoarse voice interrupted the pleasant tune, the elf girl stopped with a little surprise, looked at the two uninvited guests, and then turned her eyes to the emperor, as if asking "what's wrong".

"Don't you remember, Liser?" The listener laughed. "Look at the orc's prosthetic, it's your work. Isn't that fire-setter Pasimmon? Count it out, after that showdown, We haven't met in 30 years, have we? "

"Exactly thirty years." The former swordsman leader replied in a low voice. "Although I didn't expect to meet you in the Shui Shui Manor, it doesn't matter. Everyone knows that the emperor can enjoy any scenery he wants to admire. But I advise you to better care about the recent competition, except for meaningless killings, and then what is really exciting. "

"Oh?"

"I might as well introduce," the old orc coughed, then gave a meaningful look at the young swordsman, "He is Arthas, and will soon replace you in the arena to me, the legendary emperor, Challenge again. The duel 30 years ago is just the beginning, and this time will really be the winner ~! "

"A Thunder Swordmaster, it sounds quite interesting." The emperor's eyes glanced at the youth's ring-finger, and then stared straight into Alsatian's flame-like eyes.

Even calmer than expected ... At the moment of looking, Arthas felt his heartbeat silently, still calm and stable. Without warning, the emperor, who was stronger than the legend, stood in front of him. In the morning, he easily resolved three battle-hardened opponents without even blinking an eye. How should he deal with it now?

Youth have no answer. But he understood one thing-he was always longing for power, and at this moment, the incarnation of that power was standing in front of himself, and he could touch it in one step.

Fanwai chapter of the soul of the flame sword [three challenges]

"You're Alsace?" The emperor looked at each other. "Tell me, what motivated you to come here to challenge me? Honor? Reputation? Or the confusion of the Flame Swordmaster? Many people have been with me for hundreds of years. Mortal fighting, but in the end they all turned to dust. "

"You think too much, I'm not interested in those." The youth replied humblely.

"So, it's for power." Jagassi glanced at a flash of light.

"That's only half of it. Speaking of it, you must be distressed by people who are called emperors? Because the world is so hypocritical, no one will tell the truth ~!

The young Juggernaut took a step forward, just like the beast about to capture its prey: "Only by fighting can we reveal all the truth. Who is bluffing and who is hidden? Everything can be answered in battle. And now, I There happens to be a very fascinating question ... "

"Want to know who is stronger than me?" The emperor raised an eyebrow.

"That's right!" Arthas' eyes spurted flames, and the sword master subconsciously pressed his hand on the hilt, but at this moment, the old orc suddenly stopped him.

"So far." The old orc looked at Arthas seriously. "It doesn't make sense to provoke conflict here."

"Don't worry, Persimmon." The emperor's words suddenly intervened. "For the sword sage, as long as a small game can solve everything, I promise not to bleed." The voice just fell, tall Jagasi jumped up, passing the exposed branches of the trees with unimaginable lightness, and even the shadow was too late to cast.

That guy ~!

Perceived the emperor's movement, Arthas and Parsimón immediately separated and entered the state of war at the same time. The atmosphere suddenly became tense, but the beautiful elf woman on one side still quietly converted to the lyre.

The emperor did not start the imaginary speed attack at all, he just shuttled back and forth between the leaves, and finally jumped off the ground again and again steadily—but a little different from the moment before. At this moment, he held two branches in his hand, one was a strong sycamore Branch, while the other is a soft willow branch.

"You should have been to the arena in the morning." Jagasi threw the sycamore branches to each other. "As a sword sage, I think you must be curious. How could the invincible sword fight be defeated under a small copper sword? ? "

"Yes," Arthas bluntly said.

"Let's try it for yourself now." Jagasi turned the wicker in his hand and drawn a circle in the air. "If you can use a branch to cast a sword fight, I can use wicker to solve it ... Of course," the other party He smiled very forgivingly. "If it can't be done, there won't be much talk between us. The emperor's time is precious."

The last sentence was obviously a provocation to Arthas, but he was not provoked-in front of the emperor's challenge, the young swordsman had already ignored everything else. He just nodded silently, rubbing his hand with the young leafy branch, and then stepped back slowly to widen the distance from the emperor.

"Must be cautious ~" Parsimón also stepped aside, seeing that the old orc did not want the emperor to fight here with his chosen Avengers-even if it was a tree branch, but he also understood that in this case everything Can't stop it.

Not to mention the wicker, which is bare-handed, as terrible as the emperor. But there is no way back ... The former Flame Swordmaster looked at Arthas with his eyes shining, as if seeing himself thirty years ago. I must trust the warrior I have chosen and bet all my bets on him ~! Let him go and do it, the sword is always going to come out.

The youth calmly estimated the load-bearing capacity and hardness of the "weapon" in their hands, hoping to understand the limits of the power that can be invested. In fact, sword fighting is a kind of material attack converted from anger. Whenever the sword princes swing their swords, anger will radiate along the front of the weapon, condensing the air flow on both sides, and finally forming Unbreakable, different shapes of the wind blade. But the branch and the sword are obviously different. It has no front line and is also fragile and anomalous-before condensing the wind blade, the sycamore branch is likely to be crushed by the anger itself.

However, for Alsace, these are not the problems. The key is that if the opponent responds with dodge, the sword fighting spirit that is hard to utter will be completely useless.

It seemed that the doubts of the young swordsman were noticed, and the emperor just smiled slightly and did not explain anything. And until this moment, Arthas realized that the elf girl was still sitting in the original position, without any intention to walk away.

Do you have complete trust in Jagassi's performance? If the emperor really goes away, then you will be divided into two by sword fighting ~! Or does the emperor intend to prove in this way that he will never dodge? The young man thought, but finally shook his head.

No need to think about those ~!

The next moment, Arthas made a beautiful cross. The translucent sword screamed out of the branches, and flew towards the opposite emperor-this is only the lowest-level wind blade, there is no change or level, but its sharpness is enough to crush the rocks.

Let me see how you destroy it ... Emperor ~! Swordmaster stared intently at a sculpture-like opponent, holding his breath subconsciously.

Just as the sharp blade of wind was about to hit the target, Jagassi finally moved, and he turned his wrists and shook out willow branches. The original soft branch suddenly became a living snake, and cut into the sword fight at a glance. The angle and speed were exactly the same as when Alsace was out of the sword, just like a reflection in a mirror. In just a blink of an eye, the indomitable sword fighting spirit had completely disintegrated from the inside, and a breeze disappeared. What remained in the eyes of Juggernaut were the emperor's slightly swaying garment corner and the seemingly soft but immensely rigid wicker.

Arthas couldn't say a word.

"See? You don't need to use advanced swordsmanship, and you don't need to adjust your body's posture. The battle is determined by a moment's concentration." The emperor's voice crossed the bushes and flowing water and passed into the ears of the youth from far away. "If you pay too much attention to the power of tactics, you will only divorce from the essence of combat. The real battle is just to seize the necessary opportunities to attack and seize the necessary opportunities to dodge."

"The most important thing is the speed of the heart, which means the perfect state where concentration and speed are in harmony. I call it 'Yunyao'. You know what that means."

"In the description of the ancient breathing method, it was the same speed as lightning." Swordmaster replied lowly.

"That's right." The emperor nodded approvingly, and glanced at Parsimone on one side. "The sword fighting spirit was originally a little entertaining, but with the change of the times, it has become a thing that blindly pursues great lethality. . Swordmasters turn themselves into killing machines, not real warriors. This power will sooner or later fade. "

"Don't make a fuss about this." Arthas frowned. "The game isn't over, and the sword isn't just the wind blade that flies around." He said heavily and again in an offensive posture.

"It's fun." Jagasi looked surprised.

The sycamore branches in the young man's hands were slightly hot and harder than before, as if they had been scalded in boiling water. However, Alsace believed that the wicker in his opponent's hand must be worse, and it might break if he touched it. And the most important thing is that even if that kind of soft thing can really destroy the sword fighting spirit, it is definitely not suitable for use in personal combat.

If possible, kill the emperor here! There was a burning light in the eyes of Juggernaut. The next moment, he flew up and rushed to the calm and comfortable target, and the branch in his hand was accurately split in the past. The emperor's willow branch was cut into two pieces as soon as it touched the sycamore branch.

Arthas attached the sword fighting spirit to the branch, making the branch itself a sharp sword ~! Now, this deadly weapon has reached the emperor's eyes, just torn the prey to shreds.

However, Arthas did not feel victory at all-the emperor's gem pupil once again leaped into the light he was familiar with, making everything around him instantly dim. Then, before Swordmaster had time to react, Jagasi had become a vague shadow in his eyes.

Arthas held up his hand and clenched his teeth.

In the final moments of life and death, the emperor grabbed his hand holding the branch with a beautiful grasping method, and blocked all the other's actions through joint techniques. The kneeling youth can feel the powerful oppression of the emperor behind him, and the severe pain from the captured right hand.

How on earth did he go to the back ~! ? Juggernaut felt incredible, but he soon lost his mind—I'm afraid he would be killed soon.

But unexpectedly, the pressure imposed on the body was released in a flash. The emperor let go of his hand and walked back gracefully to the elf girl.

"Why didn't you kill me?" Swordmaster looked at each other coldly. Arthas didn't like to be merciful, even at the cost of life.

"It is very commendable to create a unique mystery and apply it under the right circumstances. It would be a shame to kill you directly here." Jagashi explained with a smile, it seems that everything just now is really a game, "In any case, I also hope to compete with you in the arena."

"You're Arthas, aren't you? I decided to accept your challenge." The emperor stared deeply at the half-kneeled teenager, passing a ray of microwave, "If you guessed right, Passimón should have promoted you Be a member of the top group. As usual, you will gather five people and come to fight me. "

"Five people?"

"In the face of seven hundred years of combat experience and Jewel Hitomi, this is a fair condition. Arthas, I will wait and see. Goodbye." The emperor answered slowly, nodding to the elf beside him, the girl's Sudden blue water ripples suddenly surrounded them. The next moment, Jagassi, the elves, and the lyre all gradually disappeared into the translucent vortex, as if it had never existed before.

Aqua Manor returned to silence. The remaining two stood without saying a word. After a while, Arthas finally turned back and turned to look at the old orc behind him-the other was sweaty, and his eyes were the same Staring straight at Juggernaut.

"What's wrong with your arm?" Parsimmon asked hoarsely.

"No problem." Arthas moved his stiff right arm.

"Really, you messed up so much that I shortened my life span by ten years." The old orc breathed a sigh of relief, and gave the youth a punch with dissatisfaction. But the other person suddenly laughed.

"what happened?"

"I never thought that there would be such a powerful warrior in this world ~" Alsace's face showed a longing look, "Just now, I have already met the pinnacle of power."

"But that's not enough. You have to stand on the peak of strength ~!" Parsimón added, then patted his shoulder vigorously.

The aqua light gradually faded away, and the magical powers inside brought the emperor and his partner back to his residence in Greater Lourdes. But the next moment, the elf's face suddenly tightened-the emperor was coughing painfully, covering his mouth.

"Jakassi? Jakassi ~!" The girl rushed forward and hugged each other tightly.

"No ... don't worry, it doesn't matter ..." After a while, the half vampire finally shook his head slowly, and then wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth calmly.

"Spitting blood again?" The elf's tone was crying. "I obviously need to recuperate, but why do you still want to participate in sports at this time? Even if you don't cherish your life, please consider for the people who follow you ? "

"Li Se, I know my limits very well." The emperor gently stroked the girl's hair and showed a bitter smile. "It is impossible to resist fate, and it will always come. The place that suits me best Where is there other than that red land? "

"Then what should I do?" Richesir held the other's hand tightly, as if afraid of the person in front of him disappearing suddenly. "Louise abandoned me, the elves hated me, my destination is you ... if You are gone, what should I do? "

"You still have to live well." After a pause, the emperor answered. Perhaps because he understood the answer was too pale, he subconsciously kept his head away from the sight of the elves.

"So, where is Yun Yao's destination?" The girl continued to ask, expecting the other party to be speechless for a moment.

"What do you think of Arthas?" Jagassi asked.

"That Swordmaster just now?" Lithercill was a little strange. "From a general point of view, he does have a great talent, but you should be very clear that that person is far from the top."

"Talent is not the most important thing." The other side sighed, his eyes gradually blurred, "A long time ago, I chose Mobadi as the successor of Yunyao because he has the highest talent-the same long-lived blood family, also has Seeing through all the eyes. But in the end, the man betrayed the entire ethnic group and the goddess who trusted him. Regardless of his position, Yun Yao was in his hands only a tool for reaching convictions. But the young man just now is different. "

"He is simply craving for power. For him, power is not a means, but a purpose."

"But he will never reach the Grand Master Yun Yao ~!" The girl retorted.

"Yes, but if he abandons his sword fighting spirit and chooses Yunyao, everything can be passed on smoothly." Jagashi smiled slyly, "It doesn't matter how much you can achieve, because the technology itself does not It will not be lost. The point is that it is time to liberate it to the whole world, don't you think that is good publicity? "

"Maybe ..." the girl replied without comment.

"So, I must continue to fight, too." Jagasi gently embraced the elves into his arms. "But I am willing to do anything for Richer until the final challenge comes."

"Anything?" Richer Ciel buried his head in Jacarsi's wide chest.

"Everything." The emperor closed his eyes and replied softly but firmly in the girl's ear.

The Grand Lourdes Athletic Festival is divided into five levels: the pre-selection group, the ordinary group, the elite group, the master group, and the top group. Every five years, there will be thousands of fighters eager for honor, fame, money, strength, or everything else, starting with the initial qualifiers, going through the baptism of the blade, or falling on the hot sand battlefield Down, or get everything you want in a bloodthirsty battle. With the increase of the level, the difficulty of the battle will also increase with geometric levels. The number of people participating in the pre-selection group exceeds 10,000, but only 20 people can be promoted to the top group.

On the 11th of January of the Luweisi calendar, shortly after the New Year, and on the 60th day after the start of the competition, the battle of the top group officially started. Alsace directly advanced to this group as a seed player-a group that is eligible to challenge the emperor in the next grand ceremony-of course, this still depends on Persimmon's ubiquitous power relationship.

"If you always rely on power, Jianfeng will rust sooner or later." It can be seen that young people are actually not satisfied with this arrangement.

"If you spend all your energy on promotion in these two months, then you have to wait to die when facing the emperor." The old orc snorted. "Of course, the other four meat feet may make you die late. A few seconds, but that makes no difference. "

Arthas shrugged, refusing to refute. Although today's main task is to select four other companions from the top group who are suitable to challenge the emperor together, in fact, the young swordsman can't wait to experience the feeling of fighting in the arena.

What is the level of the top group? As Arthas advanced on the grand hallway of the arena, he thought of the problem more than once. Although most of the names on the list, Thunder Swordmaster, have heard of them, but after all, they did not directly deal with them. For soldiers, this situation is almost as uncomfortable as seeing delicious food but unable to speak.

Fortunately, all these problems can be solved today ... Is it that you are stronger or I am stronger? The youth silently asked questions to unknown opponents in his heart, and then revealed a smile that only he could understand.

The next moment, stepping into the lounge of the top group, a huge spear shot into Alsace's eyes first.

Fan Wai Pian The Lord of the Soul of Flame [Four Hot Sands]

The nearly three-meter war gun is entirely made of stainless steel, with both stiffness and toughness, and the length and center of gravity are perfectly matched. The red blade is like a burning flame—don't doubt, this weapon is Grinded by the blood of countless dead. The gunman himself was equally striking. The two-meter-tall man not only bundled his hair into a long braid, but also wore eye-catching oil paint on his cheeks.

The King of Dragons, "Long Guan Ghost Slash" and its owner, Sagath the Dragon Slayer, are now in front of Swordmaster.

The tall barbarians from the north just glanced at Arthas, and his keen eyes immediately caught the ring on the youth's finger.

"Another wearing a ring." The Dragon Slayer snorted. "There should be nothing wrong this time, are you the Thunder Swordmaster? You have to pick four guys who challenge the Emperor."

"That's right." Juggernaut froze, then answered cautiously.

The old guy, Pasimon, is really in place for propaganda ... Arthas frowned. Now it seems that it is not the top group. I am afraid that everyone in the city already knows their agreement with the emperor. But when the young man turned his head and tried to question the old orc, he found that the other person was long gone.

"Hey, it's a lucky man. Not only has he been promised to play against the emperor, but he can also directly advance to the top group as a seed player." A mocking tone suddenly interjected, "I have to admit, Thunder Swordmaster "Interpersonal relations" are so well done that even politicians should feel ashamed. "

This voice came from a middle-aged man sitting sideways with lazy eyes. At first glance, his outfit was more similar to a bard, but Arthas knew very well that his uncertain eyes must be more important than others when fighting. Much sharper.

"I didn't expect Hunting Tide Swordmaster to come." The provocative youth replied lightly, seemingly perfunctory children, "It's been a long time, Melody. You should know that I always hate and low level opponents waste time."

"But you'd better be serious now, otherwise I'm afraid I'll be finished before I meet the emperor." The hunting swordsman patted the other's shoulder and suddenly whispered close to him, "Maybe Ryan is just a waste, You will be complacent when you have mastered the "Gravel", but don't think that only you know the meaning of "Broken Mountain" here. "

"What I want to say is, don't think that you can be complacent when you master the" Broken Mountain "." Thunder Swordmaster responded tit-for-tat, but thought of another thing in his heart.

The competitions are held every five years, and the interval cannot be regarded as long. But why did all the Swordmaster leaders suddenly gather this time? Why are all the legendary characters promoted to the top group this time? Why didn't they participate in the previous or next session, but they must be crowded at this time?

Maybe it was deliberately arranged, maybe lobbying or suggesting. The corner of Arthas's lips couldn't help but think of Passion's sly gaze. It's not difficult for a man who has devoted all his energy to revenge for thirty years. And I may not be the only Avenger he chose.

But forget it, those don't matter. The important thing is that I can once again feel the feeling of walking on the edge of the blade, and face to face with the emperor.

"Can you calm down a bit, please?" An unfamiliar voice interrupted Alsace's thinking. The two well-known sword sages turned their heads at the same time. Standing in front of them was a short blond hair. Knight in silver armor. At the heart of that breastplate was a prominent sword-shaped logo.

"Although I don't have the right to persuade, presumably everyone also knows the rules of the top group battles. The units in the battle are arranged according to the lottery. If this is not the case, if they are drawn to the same party, It wouldn't be very pleasant to cooperate, would it? "The Cavaliers explained with a smile.

"Thank you, we all know the rules very well." Thunder Swordmaster replied coldly, looking at each other, and then added, "But then again, who are you?"

This problem caused the ridicule of most people in the top group. The knight's face suddenly turned red: "My name is Brace, from the Lorendan continent, and is the head of the Knights of the Holy Sword of the Lucifer Alliance."

"It was the servant of the new goddess." Someone said so.

"Louvis now plans to touch Canados again?" Some frowned.

But in the presence of these prestigious fighters, Brace's voice was as loud as ever: "No matter what the past, at this moment, Lucius is the only **** in this world. Can Lucius Knight ..."

"If you are here to preach Louvis's doctrine, it is better to shut up." The barbarian on the side interrupted the Paladin's speech. "Since it has been promoted all the way, it should be very clear, the hot sand battlefield It's a land where gods are not allowed to intervene. Here, it doesn't matter if you use magic or sword fighting and other messy things, because those are human tricks, but you'd better not rely on divine magic to recover a game. "

"I understand," the Paladin nodded, "but even if I don't use divine magic, I'm still a knight of Luvish, and I still fight for Luvish's honor."

"It doesn't matter why you fight anyway, anyway, don't discuss the nothingness anymore." Melody shrugged. "Go to the lottery and decide the final group to see who is the companion and who is the enemy." He glanced at Arthas, then walked to the open door.

The result of the lottery was very dramatic-Paladin and Tidehunter were divided into the red group, while Arthas and Sagas were divided into the blue group. In addition, there are two archery superb rangers in the red group, and three magic warriors in the blue group. What is about to begin in the arena is a rare high-level battle across the continent, but it is precisely because everyone is a elite of thousands of miles that they are more aware of the subtle gap between each other.

"Which one do you think is the hardest to deal with?" The barbarian asked the youth between the last preparations behind Rose Gate.

"If you just look at the strength, it's obviously Merodi. The sword fighting spirit of the broken mountain class is the most dangerous under any circumstances." Sword Master is slightly contemplative. "But I want to be in a ten-to-ten battle. ... "

"We better get rid of the Paladin first." Sargas nodded with satisfaction.

"That's right." Arthas's mouth raised slightly. "For those of us who are longing for freedom, that guy is always the most annoying."

Continuing for centuries of tradition, the ten-to-ten confrontation has always been in the "capture mode". The two flags, one red and one blue, are separated at both ends of the hot sand battlefield. The initial insertion point of the steel flagpole is the center of the circle, and the radius is within 20 meters.

But another key point of the rule is whether it is red