Death Knight

It doesn't matter if Fang wins or Blue wins, the top group champions are entirely determined by individual performance. When this bizarre regulation was formulated is no longer valid, but it has become a part of the tradition and is as difficult to change as the rock of the arena. The direct result of this is that during the battle, most people only care about their own performance, and have no interest in capturing the flag at all. The so-called difference between the enemy and the enemy is just whether they can attack or not. .

In such a scuffle, if a **** successfully organizes a squad—no ten people, maybe only four to five—and effectively conducts the command in the military, then obviously, other scuffles, and those Two or three partners will be solved one by one. And most likely to adopt this tactic, there will be no one other than that paladin, plus the unparalleled commanding experience of the opponent, once the team is formed, I am afraid it will be difficult to destroy even the sword.

"Then, I will take care of the follower of Luvis ~!" The bloodthirsty light radiated from the pupil of the barbarian.

"I am the one holding the Tidehunter Swordmaster." Alsatian's decision was also refuted, "any other you."

However, when the Thunder Swordmaster was about to enter the Rosegate, his sleeve was suddenly dragged by someone. The young man looked back and held him by a magic warrior in the team.

"how?"

"Mr. Alsace, what are the conditions required to enter the Challenger team and fight face-to-face with the emperor?" The fighter, who had been silent from beginning to end, was straightforward, and it was difficult to hide the urgency and desire in his tone. . "

"I haven't thought of that kind of detail." Faced with such a respectful tone, the youth couldn't help laughing. "It doesn't matter if you are so eager to challenge the emperor, then try to capture the flag of the other party, as long as the blue team can If you want to win, you can do as you like. "At the moment of the battle, the absent-minded swordsman arbitrarily offered conditions-he didn't even know the name of the person in front of him.

"Thank you, just agree ~!" The magic warrior bowed deeply.

The Adamantite gate carved with roses and thorns slowly opened in front of Arthas, and the land as red as blood was instantly occupying all the sights of the young swordsman. He said dreamily "Go", and then They strode into the legendary hot sand battlefield.

It ’s completely different from watching in the stands ~!

If the arena is like a huge container imprisoned by the storm, then the hot sand battlefield must be the center of the storm. All the sounds and agitation are concentrated here. The enthusiastic shouts of the audience are deafening, and the mixed taste of metal and death makes the whole body Paralysis, even the ground underneath is hot, just as it has just absorbed countless blood.

But these were all left behind by the young Thunder Swordmaster-it was not the restlessness around him that deprived him of his eyes and thoughts, but the unbelievable sight in front of him.

The empty and indifferent hot sand battlefield suddenly changed. Countless soldiers rushed past Alsace, shouting into the blood-red land, and devoting themselves to the battle of selflessness. Among them are mad warriors with huge axes, calm paladins, alert knights, rock-solid alpine dwarves, and sword sages that stir up the whistling sword. During the fierce battle, people fell every second, but at the same time, more people were pouring into this land, and they didn't even look at the flowing blood and cold bodies.

"Victory ~! Victory ~!"

"Victory ~! Victory ~!"

"Victory ~! Victory ~!" The audience yelled from a distant place.

The battle at the Great Lourdes arena continues indefinitely.

"Illusions, hallucinations?" Arthas muttered to himself in a husky voice.

But this is not an illusion, because the taste of blood is so real, and the breath of death is so close. For thousands of years, after generations of replacement, the dead heroes have long been forgotten, but this land that has absorbed the blood of countless soldiers still remembers all-not only the fearless soldiers, but also what they did here Every thrilling battle.

At this moment, the awakening battlefield is showing its proud history and heritage in front of the young swordsman. Every shout, every swing of the sword, every block, and the ambition to drive them, no details were left out.

As stated by the former Flame Swordmaster, this is the true home of the warriors.

Staring intently at the sight in front of him, the young man suddenly felt a choke on his chest, his body trembled with excitement, and his legs fell to the ground involuntarily. At this moment, a powerful big hand steadily supported the sword sage, and also awakened him from the huge sense of oppression. The entire Lourdes Arena returned to the open, with only one red, one blue and two flags in the wind Fly.

"Stabilize, Swordmaster." The barbarian was beside him, but Arthas felt that his voice was coming from far away.

"These ... what are they?" Sword Master gasped, his head sweating, and he suddenly found that the teammates around him were still serious and showed no signs of shock. "Did they not see them?"

"It is said that only people with extremely high talents can get a glimpse of this scene, such as you and me." The prestigious Dragon Slayer laughed, "Some people say this is the cursed soul of the dead soldiers, and some people say Hot Sands The battlefield is self-conscious, and his memory is before us. But speaking, I also have my own understanding. "

"tell me."

"Don't you think this is an old man with outstanding warfare, and telling his grandchildren the past glory?"

"It's quite interesting." The young man suddenly found that the temper of the barbarian was in harmony with himself. "That is obviously the best story I have ever heard!"

"Everyone, come and fight ~!" Thunder Swordmaster pulled out the sharp sword at his waist and shouted into the embrace of Red Land. "Let's fight as much as possible ~!"

Fanwai Pian The Lord of the Soul of Flame [Five Dance Fighting Festival]

Everything around has settled down, the enthusiastic audience no longer shouted, but stared at the battlefield with breathless eyes, for fear of missing any details. Twenty soldiers with the highest skill in swordplay stepped into the red soil from both sides of the arena, centering on their respective flags, and arranged an array of both offense and defense. Since both sides had a high-level swordsman, no one dared to act lightly, and the two sides just moved forward slowly, as if two hissing serpents were coiled up waiting for the moment of attack.

Arthas carefully observed the opposite Merodi-the other's eyes were focused and cautious-a gesture that only a top fighter had, but it made the Thunder Swordmaster sneer.

It turns out that, do you only know about Broken Mountain to this extent? There is still a long way to go to touch the limits of sword fighting. Melody, today I will show you the real broken mountain. Arthas clasped the sword with both hands and waved a slash to the ground under his feet in a beautiful posture.

The next moment, a wide cut of several hundred meters long appeared in the center of the arena without warning. At the edge of the hot sand battlefield, the original transparent magic shield suddenly flashed a dazzling light. Then, the deafening collision sound penetrated people's eardrums, and the red sand sprayed out of the surface formed a magnificent waterfall in the midair, covering all Wait and see.

"Broken Mountain" is not just the name of a level, but a true description of the sword's fighting strength.

However, for the athletes, this blow is not enough to be considered as shocking-at this distance, anyone has enough time to avoid the sword fight. Through the gravel flying through the sky, the ten opponents in front of Arthas still stood intact opposite, eyes calm and full of fighting spirit, but the corner of Swordmaster's mouth slightly raised.

The deep ditch cut by the broken mountain is disappearing in the quicksand, while Merodi and Brace are separated on both sides-they have opened the distance in unknowing dodge, and this is exactly what Alsace wanted Wanted results.

"Then ..." The young man nodded to the barbarian aside.

"It's time to enjoy it." The Dragon Slayer laughed, his upper body sloping and running, as if the raging bison rushed towards the Paladin, and the red gravel rose high behind him. And on his side, the Thunder Swordmaster, like a shadow, shuttled into the misty sand.

Seeing Arthas taking the initiative to attack, Melodi immediately responded with several sword fights. These wind blades traversed intricately calculated zigzag arcs in the air, and then cut to the target's body from different directions-some of them even attacked the barbarians. It seems that the hunting tide swordmaster has found his own mistake.

Arthas' solution is very simple. He shakes the long sword in his hand lightly, and fights against his own sword with his sword fighting energy. The sharp wind blades bit into each other's transparent bodies, and then shattered into countless small pieces. A whirlwind of whirlwinds immediately burst around the youth. On the other side, the barbarian flashed every sword fight with agility that was not commensurate with the huge body, and even the braid was not brought up by the wind.

Sure enough, he is a very good warrior, worthy of the title of Dragon Slayer. Thunder Swordmaster glanced at it and said so in his heart. He is clearly the right person to be part of the Challenger team.

But then, a sword fight that wiped his cheek quickly turned the distracted young man's attention back. Arthas fixed his gaze and saw the Tidehunter standing in front of him, less than five meters away from him. With.

"Now do you understand the true meaning of Broken Mountain?" The young man asked in a mocking tone.

"Just having the power of attack doesn't mean anything. This is the truth that any swordsman understands." The other side slowly answered, "You and I have entered the confrontation distance, such fancy moves no longer have any meaning. Only now does it begin It was a real battle. "His words had just fallen, and hundreds of dagger-like blades had swept over Arthas.

When the power is at the same level, even if the level is really different, the victory or defeat of the sword sage is still difficult to predict. Because of the well-known weakness of the powerful sword fight, it is too slow to make full use of it in close combat. The only way for high-level swordsmen to solve this problem is to avoid large-scale attacks and use a surprising number of small wind blades to fight.

These short wind blades are like raindrops. They sprayed out from the blades of the two people in large swaths, and then collided with each other, breaking into smaller wind blades-but each drop is still deadly. Once it is cut, I am afraid that even steel Will break into two pieces. In this case, even the sword saint himself is likely to be killed because of negligence between the gaps, not to mention warriors who cannot use sword fighting spirit. No one in the whole arena dared to approach the two at the center of the storm, and could only watch Alsace and Merodi wrapped in the dust rising from their feet.

"This way of fighting is too boring." Arthas commented while avoiding the sword fighting spirit coming from his face.

"But it is the most effective and sophisticated fighting method." The other side replied lightly, "Young man, don't make a joke and go too far." The hunting sword saint said to shake the sword at a faster speed. The next moment, countless A small vortex flew from his hand, each spraying a blade of wind outward. These vortices instantaneously set up a celestial net, not only destroying all the defense of Alsace's body, but also blocking his retreat.

The victory has been divided, he cannot escape from such an intensive attack ~! Merodi had absolute confidence in his attack, sneered at the corners of his mouth, stared intently at the prey, and waited for the blood-stained moment to come.

But in the next moment, all the swirling vortexes suddenly broke apart ~! The sharp wind blade sobbed and turned into a gust of wind, as if an invisible sword cut them all open.

What ~! ?

The Tidehunter could not believe his eyes. But before he had time to question, a sharp airstream had reached his ears. Merodi instantly drew away from his instincts, but his hair was still cut off, and his back hurt hotly.

"Responsive." The Thunder Swordmaster on the opposite side licked his lips. "If you were closer, your head would fall."

"What's that?" Melody carefully distanced himself from each other.

"Are you scared in the face of the unknown?" Alsace's flaming pupils showed a disdainful look. "Yeah, now everyone only knows to strengthen, and then strengthen. Even if you understand the broken mountain, that has become a means of strengthening, Turn the wind blade into a multi-layer wind blade, and then turn the multi-layer wind blade into a cyclone, can't you think of something else? "He said, sweeping his wrist gently, and Merodi, the sharp-eyed, bounced back immediately, And at the position where the hunting sword saint just stood, there was a long and deep cut on the ground again.

"I have gathered the sword fighting spirit on the sword. Although it is invisible, it is a sharp weapon, and the length can change with my will, even if it is distanced, it is useless." The youthful cold tone was far away. The ground passed, "How do you think the crack that was a few hundred meters long just came out?"

The Tidehunter did not say a word, but responded with a series of sword fights. Dozens of wind blades roared towards the target again, but they were completely useless-they were all shattered by the invisible but sharp sword in Arthas' hands. Only then did Melody realize the seriousness of the problem.

Ordinary sword fighting energy is equivalent to flying props after leaving the blade. Even if it is shot at a delicate angle at the beginning or other restrictions are added, the wind blade is still a weapon out of the control of the soldier. But Arthas' invisible sword is different-the sword fighting spirit is always attached to his long sword, which means that under any circumstances, he can control this indestructible power with his own will , You can switch the attack mode between gaps, you can attack the target you want to attack at the fastest speed.

The various weaknesses of the sword fighting spirit all disappeared in front of the invisible sword ~!

Then I can only give it a full blow. Merodi is determined. Obviously, no matter the speed or the response, the wind blade cannot match the invisible sword. In this case, it can only be tried with a strong attack that the opponent cannot avoid.

Can my "Broken Mountain" beat the Thunder Swordmaster's blow to split the entire hot sand battlefield? Tidehunter asked himself, but could not get the answer. The only answer can only be found on the battlefield.

"Come and take my highest blow, Thunder Swordmaster," Merodi said softly, then quickly shook the shining weapon in his hand. An extremely dense cyclone immediately gathered in front of him, making a humming sound with a slight trembling, and the speed was so fast that even the red sand on the ground began to resonate.

"Of course I won't miss this opportunity." Arthas' eyes burned, and the youth stood on the other side's front, then clenched the sword with both hands, posing in a full-strength gesture.

The next moment, the compressed cyclone turned into a gray dragon in an instant, tearing the earth apart, sweeping up the red sand, and roaring towards the Thunder Swordmaster. Not only that, Melody did not stop after launching the Broken Mountain Sword Fight, but continued to rotate the sword, adding heavy and heavy power to the entire vortex, making it faster and faster, and getting bigger and bigger. All the surrounding battles were affected by this blow, and the competitors evaded to the sides.

Facing the squall wind that was generally depressed by the mountain, Arthas lifted his sword and cut it off sharply. The hustle and bustle of the sword spurted out along the blade, it cut open the surrounding air, making the passing place a vacuum, even the small red sand was annihilated into dust by this terrible power, and then burned due to the high heat Burned and turned into an ashes.

The roaring dragon was a paper basket in front of this burning sword, and was cut open immediately. Then, the uncontrollable gust of wind immediately gushed out of the dragon's body like a flood, like a swimming fish breaking free from the fishnet, scurrying around frantically, filling the entire arena with dust and mist mixed with gravel.

"My broken mountain was broken ..." Melody murmured, dropping his painful right arm. Then he felt a sharp sword pressed against his shoulder, invisible to the naked eye, but a bloodstain was added to his neck. As the smoke gradually dissipated, a strong figure gradually reflected in the eyes of the hunting swordsman, and the young silhouette looked particularly dazzling.

In order to destroy the Broken Mountain Sword in a positive way, Arthas also paid a lot of money. His leather armor was worn out, and his body was scratched. There was still blood on his forehead, but the eyes of the young man made Merodi The whole body is stiff-that is the eyes of the victor, which contains endless vitality and unending firmness.

"I give you two choices, either to admit defeat in accordance with the rules of the Swordmaster, or die here as a competitive player." Alsace's words were brief.

"I confess." The Hunting Juggernaut replied shortly, shaking his body and then kneeling.

The Thunder and Hunting Tide finally separated, but the top group competition did not end there. Just as Merodi retired from the battlefield and the ground disappeared, the remaining members of the Red Group suddenly discovered that their own flag was missing ~! Not only wasn't it in the initial position, but when you looked around, the conspicuous red was not visible at all on the hot sand battlefield, and only the blue flag was still dancing in the wind.

At the same time, the keen paladin observed that exactly three magic warriors were missing, and there were no bodies on the ground.

"Invisibility." Brees shouted loudly, but before he finished speaking, the barbarian's spear forced the Paladin to retreat.

"Don't worry about those, your opponent is me ~!" The Dragon Slayer swept the King King Gun all over. A loud bang followed, and the two huge weapons collided again.

The knight from the distant continent used a huge two-handed sword, and the surface was covered with red fire light. At rest, he wrapped the sword with a sheath in the cloth, and no one noticed it. But when he stepped on the battlefield, the barbarians found that their full attention had been attracted by the opponent and their weapons.

It's too similar to itself, huge weapons, and a way of fighting that can't be defended. It turns out that even if you devote yourself to the Holy See's control, the soldier's soul is still indelible! Every attack from the opponent made the barbarian extremely excited.

The two sides that are evenly matched can only use force to fight, and the fierce spear that can kill Bailong cannot break through the blockade of that great sword. Although the Paladin is much shorter than the barbarian, the attack speeds of the two large weapons are exactly the same. If the two really carry out the attack to the end, the result can only be both defeats and even die through their chests.

But when the intention of killing was strong, the Dragon Slayer had forgotten death, and his eyes were only victory.

"It's more exciting than Dragon Slaying!" Shargas roared excitedly, but then he suddenly jumped away three meters away from the confrontation distance-this is not to escape, but to accumulate the strongest blow.

In the next moment, a line of scarlet light left the palm of the dragon slayer, and the fine gun "Long Guan Ghost Slash" broke the speed limit at that moment. The long front was ahead, and the gunman and his gun turned into sharp arrows. The roar and the strong wind brought about by the weapon's sharp edge agitated together, and shot directly at the target directly ahead.

The Paladin was not intimidated by this oppression, his eyes were still as cold as ice. The moment the tip of the spear was about to touch himself, Brace shifted sideways. A burst of blood rushed out immediately--the King's winger ignored the heavy armor and pulled a terrible wound on Brees' right shoulder at once.

But the Paladin didn't even frown, and at the cost of injury, he braved the savage gun of the barbarian and flashed within two meters of the opponent. In the moment when the savage's rifle was too late, Brace finally got a complete opportunity to attack.

The two-handed sword is driven by the waist strength of Brace's turning, wrapped in inertia and self-weight, and drawing a shiny circle in people's sight. The Paladin had figured out that the barbarian would use the tail of the gun in his hand to block, but even so, he was confident to open the block and cut the opponent in half.

At the moment of the crisis, the irrevocable Jing Wang gun suddenly burst into a strong light, and then it burned up, forming a shield of flame in an instant, blocking the enemy and the master. Obstructed by this unexpected defense, the paladin's sword stagnated for a moment, but in the end it was cut in-because the huge epee also gave out a hot flame.

Flames cannot stop them.

The two fighting together were devoured by the storm where the flames converged and became two silhouettes in the fire red. When the dazzling light spread, the Dragon Slayer finally fell to his knees, and a lot of blood fell from his waist, but his eyes were still full of beast-like killing.

"What's its name?" The barbarian gasped and asked him.

"Fine King Sword" Filian Lotus ", a weapon inherited by the strongest warrior of the goddess Luviz." When referring to the goddess' name, the chivalrous eyes of the Paladin flashed with irresistible charm.

"Excellent sword ~! Excellent swordsmanship ~!" Sagas slowly raised his body with a gun, and then stabbed again.

"Do you plan to continue fighting?" Brace was puzzled, he was figuring out how to capture the banner in the next battle, but the Dragon Slayer didn't mean to give up ~! Due to the constant blood loss, the paladin's right arm was gradually numb, and the barbarian was more severely injured than himself, so he planned to launch an attack in this state?

"Joke ~! That's what the reckless husband would do. It's my advantage now, aren't you afraid of death?"

"Afraid, of course I'm afraid of dying." The barbarian smiled, "But when I meet such a good opponent, I really don't want to miss the opportunity to fight all-out! ~"

"Unintelligible thoughts, but if you insist, then I can only stay with you to the end." After hesitating for a brief moment, Brace's eyes returned to coldness, and he raised his sword again and aimed at the opponent in front of him. "It seems that we two China must have been here forever. "

However, before the two continued their brutal battle, the preacher's words came over. The thick voice echoing in the arena stopped every sword on the hot sand battlefield.

"The blue side captured the flag and won ~! This is the end of the selection of the top champion ~!"

"What ~!" The Paladin and Dragon Slayer shouted in unison.

The barbarian frowned, and Brace quickly turned to look at it. The disappearing red flag was now steadily inserted beside the blue flag, and a blood-skinned man was holding it in motion--in order to bring the flag When he arrived in his own position, the flag grabber obviously paid a great price. His body was covered with wounds caused by arrows and sharp blades, but at this moment he glanced over the two annoyed rangers behind with victory.

"It's him." Arthas remembered the unknown soldier who had made an agreement with himself before the war.

It seems that all the members of the Challenger team are here. Thunder Swordmaster made a silent calculation, then set his gaze on the icy corpse that fell to his feet. And all the warm-up activities have been completed, the next is ...

emperor.

Fanwai Hen of the Soul of the Flame [Six Flames]

Although the original owner of the Aqua Manor did not know how to use weapons, but because of his hobby of collection, the famous mage built a well-equipped arsenal for himself. In this hall with a round dome, there are all kinds of sharp blades everywhere, from the shortest shuriken to the largest two-handed axe, and even the air is full of metal.

The old orc sat silently in his chair and watched silently. Opposite were the five warriors who were about to challenge the emperor—Thunder Sword Arthas, Tidehunter Sword Merlo, Dragon Slayer Saga, Head of the Paladin and Brace and ...

"What's your name?" Parsimmon asked the unknown magic warrior, with a little doubt in his eyes-after all, except for the mysterious emperor, there were few great warriors on the continent who he did not know.

"Shawn, I'm not a big name." The other responded briefly, then added, "And I don't intend to be a famous person."

"Really? Then why are you so eager to join the Challenger team?" The old orc narrowed his eyes. "I observed it yesterday in the top group final. You have a good mix of magic and swordplay, but with the four people around you By comparison, the gap in combat effectiveness is obvious. "

"To be honest, although Arthas had to fulfill his agreement with you, I wasn't interested at all to make the bottleneck appear in such an important battle." Pasimone stared at the opponent coldly. "Why on earth do you stand Here, tell me ~! "

"I want to kill Jagasy." Sean replied word by word, his face covered in haze with hatred. That gritted reverberation echoed in the lobby, forcing the other four to turn around at the same time-the excellent soldiers were very sensitive to this atmosphere.

"Everything of the emperor is based on death. My family was destroyed in his hands more than twenty years ago. Almost all people were killed, but Jagasi was not condemned anymore ~ ​​At that time I It ’s just a child who is just sensible, but it will never forget that tragic scene. ”The magic warrior's eyes were burning with anger not familiar to others. I had planned to use assassination to poison, but the other party was impeccable, so now ... this challenge is my only chance ~! "

"For the homeless, it doesn't matter if they die, I have long realized." The Avengers suddenly turned his eyes to the dazed two swordsmen. "If possible, I hope to seal with my own body Live in Jagasi's action, then you can smash me with him with sword fighting spirit! "

Arthas opened his mouth, but he couldn't catch a word. The other three also looked at each other. They are all the best fighters. They will never shrink back in battle, eager to fight against strong enemies, but everyone still fears death.

However, the person in front of him was completely different. He did not forget the fear because of the fighting, nor did he bravely move forward because of his religious beliefs. Nor was he desperate to prove his strength. In the past, he fought for the destroyed and forgotten things.

Avenger? And even more crazy than Pasimone ... Since the end of the top group battle, the young Thunder Swordmaster finally carefully looked at the other side again, trying to find something that ignited the soul from the ordinary body.

"I see." The old orc sighed deeply. "You are eligible to join this team."

"Thank you." Sean seemed relieved to return to the original taciturn fighter. Then, Parsimmon's voice spread through the hall.

"Now I don't have any questions to ask. But I believe you must have a lot of doubts." The former Flame Swordmaster showed a sly smile, "Hey, I guess most people have thought of it, the best warrior in the past thirty years It's not just a coincidence that it's gathered here. "

"Some of the people I like are actually bales, and an unexpected dark horse has become a challenger, but those are not important. Today, Simon has only one identity-the survivor under the emperor's sword. And then, I I will tell you everything I know. Everything about the emperor. "

The old orc glanced over the five youths in a condescending manner, and then slowly stated: "I believe you must have seen the battle of Jagasi. He has a technique called 'Yunyao', which can greatly improve concentration and insight. The force method. Not only that, he also has a pair of eyes that can observe the flow of human nerve pulses, which can clearly predict the opponent's next behavior. Very powerful, isn't it? "

"However, the reason why the emperor is the emperor is not because he has mastered 'Yunyao'. The gemstone pupils are just the icing on the cake." Pasimmon's eyes suddenly sharpened. "The real strength of Jagasi lies in him Unparalleled combat experience ... Over the past seven hundred years, the emperor has fought against various enemies in countless different environments, and all have won. The ability to simulate warfare in the mind is probably Even the gods should be ashamed. He can count all the abilities and characters of his opponents, and combine the surrounding conditions and times to foresee what will happen after a hundred steps. "

"So how do you deal with this prediction?" Paladin asked, but responded with a laugh.

"I think you already have a story in your head, right? The fiery Swordmaster of Flames tried to challenge the Emperor, but was cut off half of his body. Then he searched for the Emperor's weakness for revenge, and finally gathered five young people to challenge The emperor. "The orc looked at Brace with a mockery." Stupid, who do you think I am? I had prepared well before the duel with the emperor thirty years ago, but even so I lost ~! And it was a terrible loss! "

"The emperor's fighting method is perfect." This sentence seemed to be a cold ice, nailed into the depths of everyone's soul.

"Then what should we do?" The barbarian frowned. "I thought you were going to say something, and for a long time, just scared us here?"

"Fighting has never been short-cut. You should understand this." Passimone didn't care about the dissatisfaction of the Dragon Slayer. "If you want to win, the only way is to delay the time as much as possible, and every second the battle is extended, Your odds will increase by one point. Because the emperor has now been hit hard, strenuous exercise will cause his body to collapse, and all you have to do is wait for the opportunity to come. "

"Of course, I understand that some guys may have doubts about the behavior of" five to one, strong against disease ", but that is because you only consider tangible advantages. The emperor has seven hundred years of combat experience as an invisible backing , I believe this is a fair fight. "A sly light flickered through the eyes of Flame Swordmaster," If victory is achieved, whatever wish can be achieved ... and if it fails ... "

"Hey, it ’s not necessary for the dead to think about too much, so you just have to think about how to win. Cooperation is necessary, but it is more important to keep a calm mind, no matter what happens-such as in the head Killed two or some other nightmare within a second-you must fight, then there is hope. "The old orc stood up and walked to the side of the hall." Two weeks before the challenge, hurry up and train Tacit understanding, every second is precious. "

I will come to watch your defending battle.

There is only such a short sentence on the thin stationery, let alone the signature, and even the handwriting is subtly hidden. But the emperor knew very well who the letter came from.

Did you even come? Jagasi muttered silently, but then his thoughts were interrupted by a clear voice.

"What's wrong?" Lithercill asked softly, with unconcealed anxiety in her eyes.

"It's nothing."

"But your body is shaking." The elf nestled his head on his lover's shoulder. "Is it because of that letter?"

"No." The Emperor shook his head.

"So, for the upcoming battle?"

"Neither." The legendary warrior cast his sights on the city outside the terrace. The whole Lourdes looked particularly beautiful under the garnish of night and lights, as if the sparkling water was ethereal. "If there is any reason to say, It should be because I am also afraid of death. "

"It would have been better to refuse the dwarf's request, then ..." The elf sighed quietly.

"If you are afraid to fight Melody Dick, the emperor will not be the emperor. I have no regrets for the decision five years ago. The only pity is that I have not studied well, so it will cause the current result." There was a wave in his eyes, "For the forces hidden in the dark, my weakness is no longer a secret. They are waiting for the opportunity to get rid of the shackles."

"Like the person who wrote this letter?" Liser asked tentatively.

"Yes, this is a letter from Mobadi."

"The one who betrayed you !?" The elf was startled.

"Well," the emperor replied lightly, but the gem-like pupils involuntarily shrouded a layer of haze.

Since the dawn of that failure, the escaped Moba Emperor has been in the dark, carefully developing his forces, and trying to avoid the influence of the emperor. But now, he actually intends to appear in public, which is obviously not a good sign. Worst of all, Jagasi couldn't think of a better way to restrain the other side. In the near future, I am afraid no one can stop Mobadi from expanding his power.

When that happens, what will happen to the Canados continent? What will happen to the world? How will the gods respond? Jagasis thought, but could not get the answer. Unlike simple battles, the hundreds of years of conspiracy covered with heavy fog cannot be disintegrated with a single sword.

But at least, I can protect her.

Jagassi retracted his gaze and stared at the elf girl nestling beside him with a gentle look. Even if the future is out of my control, I have everything in place to keep Richesir away from war, conspiracy, and things that will hurt her. Perhaps such a wish is too small for the legendary warrior, but it is enough for me.

"Jakashi?" Reese felt blushing when he saw the hot eyes of the other side.

"Lisser, you don't know much about me and Mobadi, do you?"

"I know he is the enemy," the elf replied affirmatively.

"But he was also my student after all." The emperor's tone revealed a long memory, "I don't mind what the legendary Jagashi would become, but I hope that Lisser can understand everything about me, understand A real Jagasi. This way, even if the legend itself is buried in history, someone will still remember me. "

"Well ~! No matter what the world becomes, I will always be there for you." The girl replied in a gentle and firm tone, and then held her lover tightly with slender arms.

On the 25th of January, Luvis, the seventy-fourth day of the competition, the sun still slept under the vast horizon, but the entire Lourdes could not wait to wake up. The huge arena, which can accommodate 100,000 people, is full of seats, and the Red Fire Stones located everywhere have also seen the hot sand battlefield-under the control of the magic network, they can faithfully project images to the waters of the city In the mirror, let the entire city become a more magnificent arena, so that all the citizens will boil along with the blood of the soldiers.

Today is the defending battle of the emperor, but different from the usual practice, this defending battle was agreed by Jagasi. The challengers are all the top fighters on the mainland. Over the past few hundred years, the emperor has created countless well-known or unknown legends. This time, the audience believes that they can witness the birth of the legend with their own eyes. When the battle is over, legendary eyewitnesses will bring everything they see back to their hometown, spread across the continent, and deliver it to every corner of the world.

The first beam of sunlight in the morning finally broke through the vast night sky, peeled off the black veil that enveloped everything, and cast it into this land that has inherited countless legends. The light restores the angular surface of the megalithic arena, restores the quiet hot sandy battlefield to blood red, and also makes the people waiting agitate for a moment.

"Today is the seventy-fourth day of the Grand Lourdes Athletic Festival, and these prestigious fighters in front of us will launch a new round of challenges to the emperor here ... a challenge recognized by the emperor himself! There was an exception ~! "The strong voice of the preacher spread throughout the hall, and after being reflected by magic, it was transmitted to the whole city.

"Now allow me to introduce these top challengers, who are--

"The last blood of the deceased Black family, the magic warrior Sean Black ~!

"Sagas the Dragon Slayer from the barbarian tribe of the northern continent ~!

"From the Lorendan continent, the paladin of the goddess Luvis, the head of the Paladin Knight Brace ~!

"Melodi, the hunting sword saint from the coast of Qianta ~!

"Thunder Sword Arthas ~ from Thunder City!"

With deliberately prolonged tones, five challengers entered the hot sand battlefield under the rain of roses. No matter how loud the cheers around them, they didn't care. Everyone's eyes were staring at the still-closed Rose Gate across from the other side, everyone was waiting for the arrival of the peak of power with different thoughts.

The next moment, the rose gate on the side of the arena finally opened, and the legendary strongest soldier entered the blood-stained hot sand battlefield. Hundreds of thousands of spectators cheered up in an instant, condensed from scattered turbulence into an extremely oppressive wind, sweeping the entire arena. Everyone was shouting the name of the emperor, and even the preacher who had seen countless battles suddenly widened his eyes.

"Look, the Emperor is not using a bronze sword this time! And that black dress, which is the legendary 'eternal battle suit'. It is said that even flash-level weapons can't break the slightest eternal battle suit ~! The preacher shouted in an excited tone, "Behold ~ this time, the emperor is serious ~!"

Facing the stormy cheers, the emperor just smiled and waved. For hundreds of years, he has experienced such scenes countless times, but today he feels particularly sensitive. The cheering sounds seemed to be close to my ears, and they seemed to come from a distant shore. The hot sand illusion in front of me was momentarily clear and momentarily blurred, and the world was as elusive as dream.

This is exactly the sight of death.

Jagasi felt a cold, unfamiliar voice in his heart telling himself that the emperor could not help but tighten his body, but then he suddenly laughed.

Melody, are you watching?

Louvis, are you watching?

Mobatti, are you watching?

There are others who desire to control fate ... Are you all watching? Although there is very little time left, until the end, I will fight to the end as an emperor.

And my belief will go on forever with Yunyao.

"Everyone, the battle has begun." Standing ten meters before the challenger, the emperor slowly took the sword out of his arms, and then pulled the sword out of its sheath. Kingsoft's "Yunyao" soft blade swayed slightly in the wind, and the sharp blade drew a line of golden sunlight. At that moment, the entire battlefield, the entire arena, and even the entire city were quiet.

The five challengers have long put on a subtle adjustment of the front-line formation. The Paladin and the Barbarian are currently at the forefront, the Tidehunter and the Magic Warrior are separated on both sides, while Arthas controls the situation centrally. When the emperor pulled his sword out of the sheath, everyone tightened his nerves, but the other party was not in a hurry to attack.

"Why did you fight? Did you kill me?" The emperor asked proudly. "Do you understand the true meaning of power?"

"We all know the purpose of our fight. Although the concepts are not the same, the goal of defeating you is the same. There is no need to teach now." The Paladin replied humblely, guarding the whole body with a great sword with two hands.

"Really? You should be the messenger of Lucis?" Jagasi smiled slightly. "It's a wonderful move that you hit your opponents in the top group battles. You started quietly shifting the focus when the Dragon Slayer jumped back. Dodging the opponent's swift and straight line spurs, coupled with the body's swing after the injury has been calculated, so adjust the balance in advance, and at the moment of gaining the opportunity to attack, destroy the opponent's defense with the greatest strength in one fell swoop. "

"If you remember correctly, this should be a superior skill in Elazia's swordsmanship, from which you must also come from." The emperor suddenly reversed the sword, relaxed his posture, "tell me, the ancient country that honors honor Did you finally devote yourself to the Goddess? "

"What are you going to say?" The Paladin remained vigilant, not letting go of each other's every move.

"Although I don't know whether you came here because of your own will or the order of the goddess, it doesn't make sense to stand in front of me like this. Why not assume so? Even the omnipotent emperor is seeing Perhaps the major powers will have a little longing for themselves after they join the Louwes Alliance? "

"You mean ..." Brace's eyes lit up.

It was only a momentary moment, the Paladin still maintained a perfect defense posture, and then between the gaps, accompanied by a muffled sound, the remaining four challengers suddenly found that the emperor had stood beside the Paladin, two People's shoulders crossed each other, and the red sand under their feet flew up.

Jagasi's right hand didn't move, he still relaxedly held the long sword, but his left fist was deeply buried in Brace's body-even from the position of Alsace, everything was clear, because the Paladin's The armor actually protruded from the back. Not only that, but even his entire body was hung on the fist of the emperor, as if a piece of fragile paper.

It's hard to imagine how much the frontal armor and flesh were squeezed. What's even harder to imagine is that the Emperor can destroy the armor with magic power only by flesh and blood ~!

Bryce didn't feel any pain, and he was killed immediately when he was hit. A few seconds later, a thick mist of blood spewed from the paladin's mouth, and then the heavy body slowly fell to the ground together with the huge epee, and remained motionless.

"I mean, your defense is flawed everywhere." The emperor said so harshly to the loser at his feet.

The next moment, responding to this evaluation was the barking of the barbarians. When the roar spread like a wave, the sharp scream of the piercing gun through the air also followed. And when the stabbing to the emperor, the Jingwang gun actually speeded up again-Sagas had already calculated the distance. After the first step and rushed out, the gunpoint was about to reach the second step of the ground. Opportunity-this is the second stab that cannot be avoided.

Jagasi stood still and did not dodge, just flipped his wrists and shook out the sword. When the two weapons were in contact, a piece of silver spattered around, and when the metal collided, it was not the soft "Yunyao" that was crooked to the side, but it was enough to penetrate the dragon scales and cut off the nothingness. !!

What ~! The dragon-slayer widened his eyes in disbelief. The emperor was able to directly attack the tip of the gun with all its strength without being backswept, and seemed to guide the water flow, subtly deviating from the trajectory of his spear.

For an attacker, this deviation is equivalent to the distance between life and death.

The emperor's fingers touched the passing gun, and then the whole person jumped over, instantly bullying the gunman. The soft sword in his hand flashed three lights in the air, two of which cut off the arteries on the left and right sides of the barbarian's neck, and the last sword penetrated in the middle, bypassing the trachea and piercing the spine directly. This not only saves time to cut off the flesh, but also the Dragon Slayer does not help even if he has the final explosive power-he has been completely paralyzed, and the brilliance in his eyes is quickly dissipated with the blood flowing from the puppet.

"Go die!" Shawn rushed up when the Paladin fell, but the barbarian fell down a few meters. The two sword sages are still five meters away. From the perspective of the emperor's killing speed, it is almost too late to support. The magic warrior knows that he has no chance at all. But even so, he faced the attack without fear.

The weapon in Shawn's hand was picked up in mid-air in the first round, then Yun Yao cut to the target, and was buried in the magic warrior's body.

"Eh?" The emperor was a little surprised that the sword was supposed to cut the other side in half.

Sean had already performed powerful defensive magic for himself. Although he could not protect his life, it was enough to take the emperor's life. The **** magic warrior grabbed the Emperor's sword with both hands, and then read a word again with his teeth. Frost immediately covered his whole body, freezing the wound together with Jagassi's weapon.

"Just now ~! Kill him ~!" No need for Sean to prompt, the two sword priests have already launched their fierce sword fighting, the violent tornado and the sharp invisible sword rushed towards the blocked emperor together, the entire arena They all trembled under the impact of this huge wave.

The double-resonant "Broken Mountain" sword was vindictive, and Arthas believed that the opponent would never be able to crack it.

But then, he saw the emperor withdrawing the sword from the frost at lightning speed, and then stroked a blooming silver flower in front of the sword fighting spirit that shook the earth. For a moment, death-like silence came, and the eardrums slammed by the wind sang because they could not adapt to the sudden death, and time and space seemed to lose their effect, consciousness, and weightlessness.

As if it had never existed before, the raging dragon dissipated invisible, the blade of rage condensing broke into pieces, and the thunderous sword's fighting spirit was ridiculous at this moment. What remained in Alsace's eyes were the emperor in black and his legendary sword that made everything to death.

"Merlotti ~!" Thunder Swordmaster glanced at his companion, but found that the other party was dead-Hunting Tidemaster still stood still, but his head was completely penetrated by a long sword.

In the gap between the counterattack just now, the emperor flew a kick, and the long sword that dropped in the middle—the weapon that Sean let go of—was hit by a sword that looked like a sharp arrow, straight into the vortex-like sword, and passed through the disintegrated The center of the storm then pinned into Merodi's forehead precisely. The Tide Hunting Sword Master who has "Broken Mountain" did not expect that the fatal blow would come out of his most proud stunt, and now he has no chance to regret it.

The Thunder Swordmaster did not have time to mourn for his companions. His words of surprise had just come, and the emperor had come before him. A soft sword was like a silver snake, biting at Arthas's throat.

Can't use sword fighting spirit ~!

The young man immediately judged that his speed, strength, and accuracy were all under the other party. If he still plans to use sword fighting, he is probably dead before his anger is gathered. The only way he can think of is to use sword to sword. The cold light from the metal surface immediately wrapped the two men in the center of the battlefield, and Mars, which had swords biting at each other, sputtered around and was dazzling.

After a few seconds-for those in the battle, these seconds are as long as centuries-the silver light suddenly disappeared, and the two jumped out of the confrontation distance at the same time, at a distance of five meters Stand on their own. Looking at the brutal battle in front of them, no one in the whole arena dared to speak out. Although no keen eyes could track the trajectory of the two swords, they predicted the result from the scene now reflected in the eyes.

Arthas was already covered in blood, his armour was covered with cuts, and his body was covered with wounds. His flesh and blood made him look terrifying. But the emperor was unharmed and calm, and the fine sword was still as cold as it was when pulled out.

His sword was so fast that he couldn't even get blood on it. Arthas felt that his tongue was growing torn apart. Is this the power of Yunyao? This is the true strength of the emperor? Solved the four best fighters in less than fifteen seconds ... he and I are not a level opponent at all ~! Too much difference ~!

Arthas tried his best to suppress the shameful thought of escaping. Regardless of the pain in his whole body, he once again put on a defensive posture, but he didn't know how to defend.

"Do you know why you were defeated so easily?" The emperor spoke again, his voice calm and calm. "Because in battle, you rely on the results of your usual training instead of your own mind. The years of practice have deepened swordplay. Deeply imprinted into the body of a warrior, he will react naturally when he encounters danger. There is no need to think about it. This is indeed the only way to greatly improve his strength. But ... To become a top warrior, you must Regain the ability to think in battle. "

"So, despite the great power of sword fighting, it is still only a kind of conditioned reflection obtained through training. It does not help innovation at all. It just blindly entices people to strengthen it. If everyone thinks sword fighting, it means swordplay. There will be no time for progress. "

"You have great talents, you should come to learn Yunyao and regain your power of choice. In this way, even within a thousandth of a second that the two swords cross, you have room to think and choose what to use. A way to defeat the opponent. "Jagasi's voice came from a distant place, and the low-pitched sound of hot sand permeated the whole body of the youth." What's wrong? Are you in fear? As a warrior longing for strength , Do n’t you want to experience Yunyao ’s highest power for yourself? "

The words of the emperor caused Arthas' eyes to ignite a burning flame in an instant.

By the way, I want to experience the peak of power ... even at the cost of life, I have to face the Emperor's sword, otherwise, I will have no fun in my life ~! Just fight wholeheartedly and feel everything that comes with the fight ~!

Four fingers pressed against the sword and slowly pushed out, Arthas's body sinking, and the long sword was stretched to the maximum extent between his arms, as if the arrow was about to be sent on a bow full of strings. This is the sword art that young people have learned a long time ago. The most basic form of spurs is the dentition. The attack surface is narrow and irreversible. Do not need subtle continuous skills, do not need the powerful sword fight, Arthas felt that it was the most suitable choice for his last sword.

That's a really brilliant look. The sharp edge of Jing Wang Jian stared at the young man waiting for a fight, and the emperor could not help expressing his approval. That's right, if you must describe it, it's like a well-crafted sword that will one day dazzle. He is the most suitable person to spread "Yunyao" ~!

Jagasi thought so, then swallowed the blood from his throat, ignored the burning pain in his whole body, and raised his sword to face the young fighter who challenged himself: "Come on!"

The next moment, the bow was full of strength and the arrow was off. The sword in Arthas's hand pierced the emperor's chest, but at the moment he was about to arrive, a bright arc of light fell from the top of his head and was cut off in an unstoppable manner. Lightning in the hand of Thunder Swordmaster, the striker has been divided into two in an instant, and then the only thing he can feel is the severe pain of tearing all over the body, and the darkness and suffocation swarming from the surrounding.

The emperor's sword cut off a flash-level weapon that is said to never break, and the remaining potential opened a wound from Alsace's body from the left shoulder to the waist, and the large blood mist rising up painted the defending battle. A **** period.

Somehow, Arthas opened his eyes hard. There was blood all around, and the noise, shouts, and crying mixed together, but he couldn't hear it, and there was only a blank space in his ear, as if all the sounds in the world had been drawn away.

Did I survive the Emperor's sword? The young man exhausted himself to support his body, and the severe pain from his left shoulder to his waist made him almost faint, but even so, Arthas was very clear that the move was emperor's mercy, otherwise he would be cut into Two halves.

I lost completely.

By the way, what about the emperor? The first time the consciousness came, Swordmaster thought of Jagasi. He settled down and immediately looked for it.

The first thing that caught the eyes of young people was the audiences who were surrounded by people in all directions. Their eyes were indescribable, some with regret, some with worship, and others were just confused and sluggish, even the preacher. No, just watching silently. Then, the old orc's blank expression entered Alsace's line of sight. The former Flame Swordmaster had entered the hot sand battlefield. He looked around at each body and finally sighed.

"I failed." Parsimmon murmured to himself, "The people who once defeated me were so powerful ... incredible, really incredible. Is this" Yunyao "?"

The beautiful elf girl cried and wanted to rush forward. Several people tried to stop her before finally stopping her. And looking in the direction of Richesir, Arthas finally saw the legendary emperor.

Now Jagassi is wrapped in a rising pillar of flames, his expression is very peaceful, but his eyes will never open again. The dazzling pillar of fire that can be seen straight into the sky can be clearly seen from hundreds of kilometers away. It seems to be a call from the sky, leaving the earth with the emperor's body little by little. The cracked fragments are like light feathers, jumping Mars, lingering around the pillar of flame and gradually rising into the sky of dawn, scattered to every corner of the world.

"The curse of Melody Dick." The old orc said softly. Arthas, however, struggled to stand up. Regardless of the sorrow of the broken body, Thunder Swordmaster shed blood all the way, staggering towards the towering flame, and finally stood before the emperor's melting shadow.

Then the proud young man bent his knees and knelt down on the ground.

Two weeks later, Arthas and Passimón embarked on their journey back to the City of Thunder. They were accompanied by a Paladin, Leo Auguste, deputy head of the Paladin. Thanks to Leo's Holy Light, the battered youth can recover in just two weeks.

"If you leave like this, in the end, nothing will happen." The clear voice like a silver bell stopped the three people who were about to enter the French formation. A beautiful elf girl was walking slowly with her long, narrow cloth bag in her arms. Come over, "You can't appreciate the essence of Yunyao just by the sword you received."

"According to the emperor's promise, please leave this book with you." Richesir handed a thin book, "This book is written by Jagasi himself, which contains a record of 'Yunyao' All in all, the principle is actually not complicated, all that is needed is pure soul, so it can be regarded as a technology that will never be lost. "

"This is ... this is what the emperor gave me?" Arthas's voice trembled, and the youth held the book respectfully in both hands.

"That doesn't mean anything." The wizard's words suddenly turned, "Don't think that after reading this book, you can become a real Yunyao user, it's just an entry-level level. The higher realm only belongs to yourself. Can learn and learn in battle. "

"There is this. Jing Wang Jianyun Yao, also for you, because ... because the emperor can no longer pick it up." Speaking of which, the girl's voice suddenly slowed down, and her eyes could not be suppressed with a layer of rain and fog. "Jajasi hopes you can become a communicator of Yunyao ... but I can tell you clearly that with your qualifications, you can never reach the highest state of Yunyao ~!"

"If it weren't for the curse of Melody Dick, how could Jagasi die in such a place ~! How could he need a stranger like you to help ..." Lither finally whispered, the elves were slender His fingers pressed against his chest, and his whole body bent down, as if his heart was in pain.

The two beside him clenched their lips silently, and the young man who took the Jing Wang sword didn't know how to answer. The only thing he could do was to hold the inherited weapon in his chest, and then he vowed deeply towards the emperor's lover. Bow.

"Perhaps. Maybe my qualifications are indeed not high enough. I have neither endless life nor gem eyes, but ... I can assure you that Arthas will never let this weapon suffer the slightest shame." Youth After that, he strode into the transfer square.

For four or three years of Luvis, Leo, the deputy head of the Knights of the Sword, took back the corpses of the King Sword and the leader Bres, and returned them to the Luvis Alliance far away from the ocean, and he I am determined to stay in Canados. After that, Arthas, Parsimón and Leo Auguste returned to the City of Thunder together. Arthas immediately abandoned the title of Thunder Swordmaster, and vowed never to use sword fighting again, and instead concentrated on learning Yunyao.

In the next three years, they became the first users and communicators of Yunyao. After a short struggle within the Thunder, the City of Thunder has finally become the birthplace of Yunyao. Although sword fighting spirit is still favored by many soldiers with great power, it is more often used on the battlefield. For the soldiers, "sword fighting spirit" can no longer represent the highest state of swordplay, "Yunyao" is.

The world of swords has entered a new era, and the concept of innovation and thinking has become the main theme.

For four or six years, Luvith, in order to improve himself from actual combat, Arthas left the city of Thunder and began his spiritual journey. The following year, Leo returned to the Luvis Alliance with Yunyao, and the emperor's legacy took root in the mainland of Lorendan.

[Seven ending]

For four or nine years, Luwies is here in the Arette Mountains on the northern continent. A sturdy climber climbed through obstacles and eventually climbed Kazakh Peak, second only to the highest mountain Tria. Different from the imagination, it wasn't the rocky rocks that appeared before him, but a flat ground made by man, and in the center of this huge platform, a huge sword permeating the cold atmosphere was right in front of him. The weapon emitting blue light was imprisoned in the transparent ice seat, leaving only the hilt of the sword waiting for the owner to wake it up.

This is Frost Wing, a legendary weapon that can bring endless power to its holder.

"Ha, it really is here ~! But it is not convenient to use it at such a large scale." The climber turned around the ice seat for a long time, and then joked with an ice axe-of course, these unusual ice crystals are absolutely It won't shatter because of this, but his actions obviously make the hidden onlookers helpless.

"Warrior, there is no shortcut here. You must rely on your own will and strength to stand the test." A Lich emerged from the air, and he kept his refreshing short hair in the ice-blue eyes. There was a lingering flame, but the image apparently had no effect on the visitors.

"If you don't want me to knock, just build a brand." The other laughed, and then waved again. "Don't care, I just look at it."

"Here you come to this place with all your hardships, and you just want to see how Frost looks like?" The Lich's eyes were curious, "Don't you long for strength?"

"I already have a weapon in hand." The soldier patted the long sword at his waist. "It is true that I came here for strength, but I didn't want frost."

"So?"

"I am waiting for the one who can pull out the frost. I am eager to fight the strong, and then get what I want from the battle ~!" The respondent's eyes burned for a moment, "while waiting for that One day, after breaking through the bottleneck of Yunyao, I could go back ... back to the place that belongs to me. "He said, looking to the south, the hot sandy land far away, thousands of miles away. In front of him, the murmured soldier remembered the past for a moment.

Lord of the Sword of Death Knight

--Finish--

Fanwai Hen Soul of Fire Cross [A Good Friday]

The sky is densely covered with mountain-like dark clouds, and the heavy rain continues. The tall dark-haired man walked without a word, walking slowly towards the grey end on the icy street.

The man was wearing heavy silver armor, and the breastplate was covered with red flowing cloud flames, which surrounded a burning cross. On the land of Canados, few people don't know its origin-this is the coat of arms of the Singhwes dynasty, the fire cross coat of arms. Hundreds of years ago, Tirampedo Singhwessi, armed with an unknown weapon, conquered the North, and eventually established the first huge empire across the White Rock Mountains-Gulambel. Since then, the unknown Holy Cross sword has become a symbol of dynasty victory, guarding the country like an oath.

As the last ruler of the empire, Mobuti Singhweis did nothing wrong-he planned the Gulambel with complete rationality, and bound the people with flawless laws. On the battlefield, he rushed to the forefront with an invincible image. Until the end of the battle, Mobadi will never back down even a half step.

This greatly expanded the territory of the empire, and reforms also improved the lives of the people. His achievements may be comparable to those of Tiramedo Singhweis.

But now, the undefeated legend is a thing of the past—the strongest vow also looked pale and weak in front of the goddess—when the goddess Heia crossed the ocean and came to Canados to complete her dawn, Gulambel ’s Fate is doomed. In just one night, the goddess' army captured the famous Free City, Great Lourdes, and the moment the iron hoof stepped over the arena, the spear pointed directly at the largest empire on the mainland.

Even if Mobadi's swordsmanship and strategy are excellent, only one person cannot resist the trial knights of Shia. Goddess Alliance ’s newly developed transfer matrix technology makes defense extremely difficult, and the Holy Light of the Paladins makes the combat power almost impossible to weaken, coupled with the mortal natural fear of unknown forces, the Gulambel ’s army began to slow down. But the rate of disintegration disintegrated.

The war between man and **** lasted for six full years. In the spring of 2007, the Knights of the Trial finally broke through the last line of defense of the empire in the southern continent. The only option is to surrender.

The goddess' present spokesperson agreed to this request and agreed to allow the conquered Gulambels to gain membership in the Church and become members of the Hia Alliance. In exchange, the Singhweis family must be eliminated to avoid possible instability in the future.

If his death would bring peace to the country, Mobadi Singhwes would obviously agree to this condition without hesitation? For holders of the Holy Cross sword, death is not something to fear. Not only that, they gave up the feelings that mortals should have from the beginning, because only then can they become the perfect ruler.

But it wasn't Mobadi who had to be hanged, and his daughter, who was just ten years old, Ishtar Singhwes.

When the expressionless king heard the terms of the messenger forever, the knights saw him hesitating—that was the only hesitation of Mobuti, but it was only a fleeting moment. Then the unruly ruler nodded and replied in the usual inexplicable tone: "I accept this condition."

Now, all the fire cross flags flying on the Gulambel city have been taken down, replaced by the garland of thunder goddess composed of thunder. Revenge knights in black armor stood neatly on both sides of the street, and sharp swords placed on their chests separated the people from their lonely king. And at the cross square at the end of the street, a tall wooden platform has been built, and the black gallows standing on it are gray.