In the cold and bright ice cave, two white and blue figures fought together.

The Death Knight who completely relaxed his heart and accepted the evil power of the ice gradually evoked the echo of some evil power. As the anger in his heart was hot, the blood-red smoke screen "melt" from the crystal clear ice wall around him little by little, gathered at his feet and gradually condensed into a black and red halo, which was constantly changing and spreading on the ground, colliding with the blue "pious halo" fluctuating under Rorschach's feet. This power that also erodes the environment and amplifies itself is the "evil halo" used by the Death Knight to fight with the legion - "evil halo".

It was not just a sudden understanding of skills, but his power began to slowly increase. Whether it was simple physical strength, agility, or the boiling and cold death evil power, they were all climbing up step by step under the intentional indoctrination of the entire glacier. In the blink of an eye, his injuries healed and his strength leaped to a new level.

However, even so, the battle situation is still...one-sided decline.

It's not a crush of strength, but the gap between the skills and experience of both sides, and it has reached an almost irreversible state.

Rorschach always stood there with a calm eyes, no matter how powerful evil and filthy attacked by Alsace using simple martial arts, or with the help of the rune power of the Death Knight. What he did was simply to turn the hammer wheel in his hand into a ball of silvery bright light, and counterattack against the prince's attack again and again. When Alsace was desperate to simply defeat people with force, he was always interrupted by the cutting-edge attack in advance, forcing him to fight with skills like a quagmire.

What Alsace, immersed in resentment and frustration, did not realize that the subtle changes in Rorschach's movements were obviously almost the same as himself. Putting aside the distinction between the black evil power and the holy light, the two of them had different appearances and dressings. The moves and techniques of the two sides' hammering and sword intersecting were like the front and back of a mirror. However, Rorschach always came first, and used the same blow to break the block of the Death Knight, and defeated him. The strange scene of the same lineage of masters and apprentices was clearly revealed in his posture.

In the first minute and twenty seconds of the opening, just as his sprint was too surging, Rorschach grabbed the gap and attacked the "Crusader Strike" with the shining of holy light, causing him to break his muscles and bones. However, the next second, the black fog rose and his injuries returned to their original state.

In the later battles, whether it was pierced by the "evil-exorcist technique", or the sternum was smashed by the warhammer, or even the limbs were disintegrated or the muscles and bones were corrupted, Alsace could always recover quickly at a speed visible to the naked eye. However, the extremely proud prince obviously could not accept this kind of cheating victory. The angry look in his chest dyed a red light on his ice-blue pupils.

This crazy anger that was so violent that it calmed down, and Alsace took two steps back and looked at Rorschach who was standing there. Suddenly, a thought arose: "His physical strength and holy energy are limited, but I can recover from my injuries infinitely. In this case, why didn't he take the opportunity to escape? Although the number of natural disaster soldiers outside the world is large, he still cannot stop the Paladin of this strength!"

"Did you finally find out?" Roxa didn't chase him, but nodded slightly, and suddenly withdrew the lusterful holy light wrapped around his legs. He limped forward two steps. These two short steps made his straight legs muscles as if they were stained with sulfuric acid, and wisps of white smoke came out.

He looked painless and just continued calmly: "The power of your magic sword is indeed powerful. It has soaked my lower limbs. It seems to have become half a dead soul as you said. Even the holy light can only be temporarily suppressed. The temporary stimulation will restore my consciousness to a little, and it is not difficult to deal with you, but if you run for a long distance, it may be impossible."

"You tell me this, aren't you afraid that I will summon the army and drown you alive?" Arthas showed a mocking expression, "or do you think I am the rigid knight who will insist on duel with you so pedantic?"

"No," Rorschach shook his head, "I know your madness and viciousness better than anyone else. It has always been... style to achieve your goals," he vaguely skipped a certain keyword, then gently grabbed the warhammer and said indifferently: "So, I just need to knock you down before that, just."

He said this and implemented it.

In the fourth minute of the fight, Rorschach hit Arthas's chest with a heavy blow, ending the twists and turns of the battle.

The warhammer wrapped in the saint flame of the heroic spirit not only knocked away the black prince's body, but also smashed a human-shaped hole with the entire three-foot-thick ice wall. Most of his sternum and his arms blocked by the sword block were shattered on the spot. However, such injuries could only be recovered in just three or five minutes under the indoctrination of the lich evil power like a cheat. However, when Rorsch took out a chain of more than ten meters long of steel from the space cloth bag, first flexed his body back and tied it into an oval, and then broke his leg bones "clicked" and forced to tie it together with the reverse neck, ending his stubborn resistance. In this case, his endless recovery will cause the growth of muscles and bones deformed, and then the muscles will be torn and broken on their own, repeating in endless suffering.

Even if you don’t know that you are actually being bound in a lateral manner with an island country’s “Old Bond of the Sea and Reverse Bending Style”, the humiliation of falling to the ground and being fiddled with endless physical pain caused by continuous repetition and repeated physical pain caused by constant retribution in the recovery of the wound have already made the Death Knight crazy. He said ruthlessly: “You can’t escape, you can’t kill me! Don’t worry… I won’t let you die easily, I will transform you into a half-human and half-corpse, feel your little decay as a living person, and then extract your soul after death, seal it in the sorrow of frost, and make you repent in the pain of billions of years!”

However, as the scolded, Rorschach was indifferent. It was not that he had the kind of self-spoiling himself, but because after achieving a temporary victory, he had already dragged his legs and kept busy in the complex passage of the ice cave. He placed boxes of sealed red painted wooden barrels next to the clear and crystal clear icicles, and had no time to care about the whine of the defeated dog.

After four or five minutes like this, until the ground was slightly shaken by the surging trampling of the army, he clapped his hands, put down everything at hand, and turned back to Alsace.

"How is it? Do you feel fear? But it's too late... Hahaha!" As the holder of Frost Sore, Arthas, the second nominal leader of all the undead army, naturally sensed the changes in the outside world and couldn't help laughing wildly.

"It's so frustrating to think that I was defeated by such a simple guy..." Roxia was stunned and suddenly sighed.

At the same time, the same sentence was also said with a wry smile by another "Alsace".

The reason why it is called another is that this prince is still wearing silver armor, holding a war hammer, bathing in golden holy light, and dressed like the past paladins, and his face is vivid, so where is there any trace of depravity?

"There is nothing to do about this. After all, this person is different from you in the original story. He is just a small piece of false personality constructed by resentment, resentment, and prejudice. It can only be regarded as a defective product that was temporarily spawned by the Lich King. It is based on the shadow of your fear of riding a horse when you were seven years old. It is normal for your personality to be irritable and irritable."

A voice took over the conversation and replied that the person who communicated with this Paladin who should not exist was Rorschach who had just completely knocked down the fallen prince.

But now he is wearing a well-deserved modern casual outfit, with empty hands, without the embarrassment of being embarrassed.

This dress is strange, but it is very suitable, because where he stands is under a traffic street light that is constantly changing with red and green neon lights.

However, although Azeroth's technology is not inferior to modern, the overall mainstream of society is still the product of arcane magic and the rules born under the modern traffic order of street lights should not exist with this plane.

But there is no reality, but it does not mean that there is no existence in Luo Xia's heart.

At this time, he showed a look of nostalgia, looked at everything in front of him, and murmured in a low voice: "I didn't expect that my heart is here."

The sunset is like blood, and time solidifies.

The ever-fading dimness reflects every inch of land, and the continuous travel of vehicles never stops, but this small space and time are always repeated in the same scene.

Two human shadows outlined by blood stains, black cars that were overturned to the ground, endless smoke and burning flames, and on the other side were street lights broken into two parts that made a terrible sound of electric current, but the broken glass still changed back and forth with red and green light.

Surrounding the surroundings, the endless crowds of people, but those false human figures, were just faint shadows. Looking closely at their facial features and clothing, they were all blurred into fog, and they were whispering like mice. They listened carefully but had no clear and accurate speech.

In this world, only Rorschach and the Prince stood on both sides of the street with clear and vivid appearance.

"The face of the sea of ​​souls may not be the dream that longs for the most beautiful, but it must be the most profound and sincere memory in life," Alsace wore a classical knight armor and stood in this different time and space. Hearing Rorschach's whisper, he replied subconsciously, but he immediately reacted and quickly apologized: "Sorry, I have no other meaning."

"It's okay," Rorschach shook his head, but avoided the topic and asked calmly: "Why are you so much stronger than that guy with the same strength and skills?"

"How can I say the same?" The Paladin smiled. "For example, the guy outside, it is like a baby who has been hiding in my heart and has observed my life experience for more than 20 years from afar. Although he knows me well, he is only superficial 'knowing'. The erection of his heartbeat for the first time, and the touch of calling the Holy Light when he was a child... Even my family affection and love, he has never personally experienced it, but only understood it in a specious way. Although combined with the instinct of the body, it can imitate seven or eight points, it can bully some weak people who are unknown. If you encounter the real one, it is simply a clumsy joke."

"So that's it." Roxa nodded suddenly and understood what he meant: this situation is like a movie that is enjoying the screen from a distance. Even though the movie is detailed in detail every minute and every second, as the audience is obsessed with, it is impossible to be as good as the protagonist of the story who truly experiences everything and experiences love, hate and love.

However... this situation was really a lucky situation. Recalling this thrilling turning experience, Rorschach couldn't help feeling a little scared.
Chapter completed!