When Jianxiu came to the Western Fantasy Continent

Outside the city, Sarn waited for a long time before the knight finally finished his sacrifice and stood up.

"You don't want to go around this ruined city, do you?" Seeing the solemn thoughts emanating from the knight's body, Sarn was a little uncertain. You must know that now is not a good time for sightseeing.

Avar held the hilt of the sword with one hand, looked deeply at the two completely different cities in front of him, and finally shook his head, "Just wait here."

Sarn breathed a sigh of relief. This is not the time for the inside bar. Fortunately, the Cavaliers still have some sense.But his rejoicing didn't last for a few seconds. Suddenly there was a roar in the city, which was deafening and resounded through the sky.The dark elf suddenly raised his head, and he recognized this voice—only a giant dragon can roar like this!

"Damn it, what are they doing?" Anxiety came to mind, Sarn didn't want to figure out whether he was really worried about the mages, or that damn blood pact had an effect again.But to go deep into such danger, without either of the two mages, it would be like death to them.

Sarn pulled the knight over, "Quick! Come with me, we're going to stay in another place, there's no hiding here, it's too dangerous."

Before he finished speaking, the sky brightened suddenly, and thunder exploded in the sky.Such a large-scale thunderstorm could only be caused by magic. Sarn's pupils shrank to the smallest size. It seemed that the mages were indeed in trouble, and it was not a small trouble.But where to hide now is a serious problem.Should we stay away from this haunted city, or leave the area covered by yellow sand and enter the city?If Lord Hong Ming didn't exaggerate the effectiveness of that defensive formation, maybe it would be safer to find a bunker to activate the formation.

He didn't think about it for long.

Only a few minutes later, the desert in front of them suddenly rippled.This scene is too familiar, they just witnessed it yesterday.But by the Spider Queen, it is clearly daytime now!How could the ghost appear at this time! !Without the slightest hesitation, Sarn picked up the knight and rushed towards the Santani ruins. At least there were no skeleton warriors in this glazed land.

2 minutes sounds very short, but the actual experience was long and terrifying. When they rushed to the gate of the city with all their strength, there were already skeleton soldiers lined up behind them.No, it's not a skeleton... Avar stamped his feet abruptly, holding back the dark elf who was still trying to escape.

"What's wrong!" Sarn was also surprised, now is not a good time to stop chatting, what happened?

"They are not skeletons..." Avar's teeth rattled, "They are...they are..."

Sarn followed Avar's line of sight, and suddenly he understood.These death warriors who drilled out of the ground and are not afraid of the sun are not the skeleton soldiers used by the Lich King at all, but walking corpses with flesh and blood intact, just like real undead puppets. Called back from death, their spirit and will have become playthings in the hands of the Lich King. Those hideous faces all show how much pain they endured before death, and the soaring fangs and nails are signs of complete obsession.What's more, these undead puppets have the same costumes as the knights. They are... desert deserters, not those from 500 years ago, but those who have just been hunted and killed in the desert.

Blood welled up in Avar's eyes, and he saw...his father among these dead bodies.All the warriors who grew up with him, the neighbors who raised him high with both hands, the mentor who taught him sword skills, the elders who stood by him in battle...these people, all of them, are like him. Standing as stiff as his father in the array of corpses.They gave their lives for their beliefs, but the Lich King wants to arrest their souls...

"Ahhhh!!!" Avar drew out his long sword, he couldn't allow such blasphemy, he couldn't allow such insult, he...he should let these people rest in peace! !

He charged forward with his sword.

"Wait!" Never expecting the knight to react like this, Sarn was taken aback, quickly drew out his dagger and followed. "What are you crazy about? Only the two of us can't defeat these hundreds of undead creatures."

Avar didn't answer him, only sadness and madness remained in his eyes, frantic thoughts were flying in his mind, could killing the leading skeleton knight save his people? !He raised his sword and stabbed at the skeleton guard who was at the forefront.

The two swords collided in the air, and bright sparks burst out.These are two identical swords, the same shape, the same ornamentation, the same sword that has resisted the erosion of time and shines with dazzling brilliance.Avar was slightly startled, a strong force came from the sword, and the almost troll-like strength of the skeleton guard made him fly backwards.A dagger rushed up to meet the sword before it fell, fiercely parrying the almost terrifying blow.

"Damn you idiot!" Sann almost yelled, "What are you still doing?! If you don't help me, we will go to hell together!"

What is he staring at... Avar's hand holding the Holy Sword of Glory trembled slightly.What is he in a daze for?Because of that sword, because of that armor, and because of the bright fluttering flame bird on that armor.This is... This is the Phoenix Knights!In the Age of Favor, each Captain goes to rest with his sword and armor.In the legendary temple cemetery, dozens or hundreds of heads returned to the arms of the sun god with glory.They should enjoy the peace of the afterlife, they should...

A drop of blood slipped from the corner of his eye and dripped on the sword in Avar's hand.He felt that his chest was about to explode, and the endless anger and sorrow almost overwhelmed his mind. He stumbled up, raised the sword that imprisoned his life, and faced those who should be his role models and goals. .They don't deserve this torture, they don't deserve...

"I swear to defend the honor of the Knights with my own life. I will never betray, never be timid, and never shrink back. Use my blood to wash away our shame, and use my long sword to protect our people." Ah Val muttered to himself, his voice getting louder, "For 500 years, what is it that knights have sworn to defend? What is it that will never betray? What is it that must be guarded with life and blood? !"

"Hometown! That's our hometown!!!"

Following the roar, a burst of white light shot out from the sword, Avar rushed up, leaped over the struggling dark elves, leaped over the surrounding death puppets, and went straight to the skeleton guard rush away.The light on his sword grew brighter and brighter, like the sun exploding in the dark night.Following his roar, the undead puppets all stopped, and a wave that should never appear on the dead reverberated in the air.

They are speaking the same word, they are shouting the same word, and their dead souls cannot forget the same word.

home!home! !

The light is getting brighter and brighter, like a rising sun.In this light, the long swords in the hands of the skeleton guards also resonated. In the distant sand, in the dark mourning hall, and in the Lich King's palace built of blood and fire, every long sword resonated. All responding, all shining.The light became brighter and hotter, and finally converged on the long sword in Avar's hand. A crisp sword sound echoed in the air, and the white flame spread its wings like a bird and flew into the air. .

As the sound surged, another completely unfamiliar voice echoed in the air.That voice was hoarse and deep, as if he had passed through the shackles of thousands of years of time, the Styx and the Devil's Abyss, and everything that could stop him.

The voice hummed.

Homecoming... Homecoming!