The first thing that rises is a brilliant white brilliance.

It was like a platinum-blooded sun rising from the distant human army formation. The soft white light covered the front line of hundreds of meters in the blink of an eye, dazzling like a wave. As the distance lasted, it became more dazzling, but it did not make people feel dazzling at all. The faint ripples spread to the armies of both sides, and immediately produced an astonishing chemical reaction.

The silver plate armor of human soldiers emitted an echoing light. The soldiers only felt that the injuries and fatigue of the day of fighting suddenly disappeared, and countless complex and difficult-to-identify blue symbols spread out under their feet, which clung to their bodies as if they were spiritually attached to them, condensed into a layer of light blue holy armor that was looming. The blow of the dead touched this seemingly fragile layer of protection, but made a crisp sound of gold and iron.

As the enemy's natural disaster, the weakest skeleton soldier simply made a series of crisp sounds of "crack" because his rank was too low. The slightly stronger ghouls hid in it could not help screaming after touching the platinum holy light. The rotten body melted little by little like oil. Even if it was not purified on the spot, they were still beheaded and slaughtered by angry human soldiers who rushed up after losing the cover of the skeleton sea.

In the blink of an eye, the dead spirit collapsed and the holy light rose.

After using the "Aura of Pious" and "Dedication" two Paladin's range moves, the white light slowly dissipated, and a tall blonde young man was surrounded by hammers.

It was a classical knight dress, and it was even closer to the fictional perfection of the fairy tale than the historical prototype. It was covered with thick and sacred silver armor, and the sky blue cloak rolled in the wind behind it, which made people look at it, but it was a pure white warhammer with almost half his height on his hands.

He walked slowly on the battlefield, and the silver armor and golden holy light intertwined into a dazzling light and shadow, like a god coming to the world, sweeping away the demons.

Even the sluggish battle situation, with the appearance of this human general, it slowly but firmly climbed up. Under the gaze of countless fanatical gazes, this man only took one step forward, like a legendary god of war, holding a one-meter-long metal hammer with one hand, and swung a ball of silver light and shadow like a toothpick. Wherever the silver light passed, no matter the cluster of dead bones or the leaping corpse ghouls, there were only pale bones and black meat minced in the blink of an eye.

The brilliance of the holy light is bright red, the blood is flying like human bones flying in snow, and the vast fields of white and red melt into the battlefield; the wounded screams, the fierce shouts of fighting, the turbid roar of the corpse ghost, the rough sound of the blade breaking the bones and flesh, just like a chorus of iron and blood, leaping at the height of a knight.

Unlike a stand-alone game where the battlefield is compressed to a population of 200, even more than a hundred skeleton soldiers can kill the frost dragon; in a truly magical world where tens of millions of people are fighting and slaughtering the city and destroying the land, only by one person can he reverse the decline of the battlefield of ten thousand people with one person's strength can he be considered a "hero".

"Finally, I've survived another day..."

Seeing that "our side" was defeated, Roxar just glanced at it and stopped paying attention. If he had met on the first day, he was really worried that the protagonist of Arthas was obviously showing his might, destroying this natural disaster stronghold in one breath, and then breaking himself into pieces. However, the repetition of these three days had already made him understand that in a sense, the appearance of this proud and powerful hero only symbolized the return of the Northern Expedition Army to the limit and had to retreat before retreating.

As he expected, although this knight who was like an angel was unbearable, he threw a large gap in the sea of ​​skeletons back and forth. However, the human army behind him did not take the opportunity to advance, but instead hugged it back and forth, retreating side by side. The soldiers in the front row covered their teammates to deal with the dead bodies and clean up the battlefield, resisting the oppressive squirming advancement of natural disasters.

This stalemate of chasing each other lasted for a while, and was interrupted by a series of sudden roars of thunder.

"Boom----"

The archers behind the Northern Expedition Army projected countless arrows dotted with flames into the formation of the skeletons. After the drizzle-like fire line passed, in the pure white tide of the skeleton soldiers, countless bright red air waves suddenly bloomed, and the rising explosion instantly exploded and large pieces of white bones were blown away. The blazing flames ignited by the fire glue turned into fire walls, blocking the pace of the undead and allowing the human army to retreat calmly.

However, Azeroth's civilization is mainly based on magic, and in addition to the flames attached to the explosives, it really causes a lethal physical impact, which is not very effective for the natural disaster undestructed. After all, for the skeleton soldiers who are difficult to completely die out as long as they are not purified by the holy power, after a round of explosives, what is really destroyed is the more than ten skeletons that are burned and carbonized in the center. As long as the undead mages behind take action, most of the scattered bones that are broken on the ground will immediately be summoned again.

However, until the prince's army became distant black spots, no necromancer dared to take a step. The believers, including Rorschach, lowered their heads silently, with their eyes drooping with tacit understanding, and were quietly waiting for the other party to leave.

This is also a helpless thing. The reason why these spellcasters are so rampant is that most of them rely on the magical blessings of the psychic tower and the "plagueland" of the undead tribe, which is equivalent to having an inexhaustible source of magic. But if they stay away from here, relying on the true level of the new people who were temporarily caught to make up the numbers, they may be exhausted without taking a few steps and then be killed by the counterattacking army.

This is not a simple imagination, but a bloody lesson.

According to Rorschach's occasional exchange with "traveling together", in the early stage of the war between the two sides, the lich "Saledin Mo", the highest leader of the natural disaster base in Heinim Town, suffered a great loss because of his greed for merit. At that time, he rashly crossed the tower and pursued it, but was attacked by two legendary heroes who had been ambushed for a long time by the Northern Expedition Army. All the troops were wiped out, and even he was beaten to pieces. It was only after three days that the lich's immortal box was resurrected again. From then on, he refused to step out of the base again. However, it was precisely because of this that Rorschach was impersonated by Shiller. Cohen's unintentional disaster, and was caught by the black knights sent out to catch strong men everywhere, to fill the vacancy that the caster died.

"Tsk... Is this the real version of the 'a primary school student's murder caused a bloody crime'?" Rorschach couldn't help but smile mockingly, and then his thoughts changed, "But the so-called two 'heroes', one of them undoubtedly refers to Prince Arthas, and the other... is probably the 'that'."

But before he could sort out a clue, he was interrupted by a hurrying sound of horse hooves. Roxa looked up and saw a long familiar painted black cavalry rushing towards the other side of the battlefield, passing directly over the crowd in front of the gate and entering the town.

Seeing these culprits who caused him to fall into a dilemma, Luo Xia stood there, but the corners of his mouth were slightly outlined, and a subtle feeling of gloating arises in his heart.

If the team of these deadly and solemn cavalry at first sight when they first met, they were radiant and cold and solemn, and they were trembling with fear and fear at first sight; then, now this veritable "remnant defeated general" will put aside the horrific and incomplete appearance that can only be seen in restricted movies, it will only make people feel ridiculous or even pity.

At first, at least half of the number of knights in dozens of units were empty, and they could not even form a neat team. Most of the remaining ones were scarred. The broken limbs and arms were just the norm. Some of the injured were seriously injured, but half of the body disappeared, and a kind of black and blue corpse oil flowed out of the wound. Even though Rorschach had only a little understanding of the undead spell, he knew that even after being repaired by the corpse limbs, these undead creatures could only exert seven or eight points of strength at most.

However, this tragic war loss was only cast by a knight.

It seems that in order to prevent the mowing effect of a certain unparalleled game, the war in this world is more similar to the fictional battle formation in the Romance. The two sides adopted the "king to king, soldiers to soldiers" model. Due to the scared lich's relationship, the only one who can replace him to fight to contain the protagonist is the Black Knight formation with mobility that is enough to match the speed of the Paladin.

The reason why he promised to open up two battlefields at the same time was not that a certain protagonist was pedantic and conservative. But if both sides were allowed to enter the battle situation at the same time, he could certainly open up a bloody path alone, and the black knights who came and went as if they were like the wind could also avoid him and kill the Northern Expedition behind him with the advantage of speed.

However, now it seems that due to the huge gap in strength between the two sides, this "containment" is just a drinking poison to quench thirst.

"It seems... our prince is full of anger." Thinking of the performance of the young knight who suddenly entered the left and right battle situation at the end of the battlefield, Rorschach thought without hesitation: "If this continues... at least five days or less than a week, this Black Knight team will drop sharply due to the reduction of the number of people, and then the entire army will be wiped out. Once the power to restrain the opponent's high-end combat power is missing, Alsace, who has freed up his hands, can lead the army to a great success. At that time, once the prince sacrifices to break through the blockade of the psychic tower, then no matter how strong the lich in the town is, he can't beat four hands with two fists. Even if he has the support of a small number of undead soldiers, he will only survive for a while."

However, those possible disasters in the future are certainly worrying, but what is even more deadly is the troubles that are close to you.

He was blocked.

Standing in front of him were seven or eight scattered humans, all wearing purple-black hoods, holding staffs, or holding magic books. Although they were all doing their own things, they stood alone and blocked his way. When they saw him coming, they just looked over indifferently, with absolutely no friendship.

It seems to be in trouble...
Chapter completed!