Death Knight - v3 Chapter 19

After losing his target, Alastor’s legion has been advancing slowly in a cobweb-like mineway. These tireless behemoths are quite aware of the weaknesses of mortals. After eight hours of high-intensity fighting, bloodthirsty zealots want to take advantage of the delicious prey when they are exhausted. But at the same time, it was clear to all that the first searchers who discovered the enemy would be shredded by prayer. Therefore, none of the savvy demons are willing to search carefully.

However, to the surprise of these demons, the fugitives would actually choose to take the initiative to attack under extremely disadvantaged circumstances.

With a large field of light falling like a torrential rain, Yufengma lightly jumped out of the gangway where the two were hiding, and then steadily landed on the wide back of an abyss lord. Before waiting for this surprised poor insect to have time to shout, the sharp semicircle drawn by the blade will lift the entire upper body of the demon. Then, the fierce swordsmanship of the blond warrior was completely unfolded in this gap, frosted by the sharp edge. A bit of cold light opened wide in the demons, like an unstoppable whirlwind, rolling up the enemy’s wreckage.

“It’s quite hard, but this level of struggle will not be effective at all.” Alastor hovered one meter off the ground and looked at the battle in front of him with satisfaction.

Although he saw his companions turn to ashes one after another, there was no hesitation in the pace of the demons-under the command of the high-ranking demon behind him, the low-level demons had no possibility of disobeying the command. Their only choice was to follow the plan meticulously The layout advances the army, and it will not stop even if the body is broken.

With the passage of time, the storm of sword blades swayed by Shifan and Roland gradually dimmed, but the black tide formed by a large number of flames and **** dogs remained the same, almost covering the entire mine channel.

It’s almost over … the mouth of the devil is raised slightly.

However, the commander, who did not know anything about swordsmanship, failed to discover a small but crucial change in the battle-Roland’s way of wielding his sword has changed completely-now the attack from the youth is not a subtle swordplay, It is better to say that it is a strong wind born completely to destroy the target. There is no rule for chopping, but it cannot be suppressed.

Just as the Lord of the Twisting Nether wanted the last time to persuade, a figure suddenly fell from the ceiling of the martyrdom. The moment the two eyes crossed, Alastor’s silver pupils could not help shrinking sharply.

At this moment, the warrior manipulating the Yufeng horse is still dancing swords frantically, but another Roland is standing less than five meters away from him. The burning flames flow from the aqua eyes, and the frost in his hands Sharp rays radiate in the dark.

I was deceived by phantom ~! The devil immediately knew that he had fallen into a trap.

But whether he wants to or not, the positions of the prey and the hunter have completely changed at this moment. Roland, shrouded in the light of intense prayer, pointed his sword straight at the target, and shot out in the sharp sound of metal cutting through the air.

Everything around it suddenly stopped as if frozen. The hoarse growl of the **** dog was frozen by the broken mouth, and the long sword that was still waving was as rigid as iron casting, the air no longer flowed, the energy stopped transmitting, and the hundreds of death wounds released by the demon king also turned into black The glorious color, even the resentment spirit that contained it, forgot the restlessness.

Like the river of time forgot to flow at this moment ~!

This is probably the battlefield seen by users of Grand Master Yunyao, right? Roland liked this feeling.

At the moment when he came to his senses, the devil had done his best to increase his speed, but in this instant eternity, the master of the twisted void found that he could not catch up with the opponent at all. In fact, if Alastor had a pair of jewel pupils who could see through everything, he could see that the action of the blond swordsman with the full support of Shi Fan was as fast as a dream—his fingertips had just gathered death The blade of energy, brushed like a shadow, cut off the fingers from the demon before the energy was released.

Then, Frost Wing made a long mark in the air at a very fast speed, twisting his prey’s arms, chest and whole body like a whirlwind. Just moments later, the demon king who was immortal was torn to pieces by the sharp light line carried by the sword, and Alastor’s head with a regretful expression and the unsupported Jing Wang sword Fei Lin fell to the ground with a sound Dull and crisp.

Until this time, the surrounding demon had just reacted, turning his head and looking at the defeated leader with unbelievable eyes.

“It’s a shame …” Alastor’s first sighed, and didn’t seem to care about how he looked at the moment.

His demon heart is not in this body ~! Roland suddenly came to her senses, and her heartbeat accelerated. The target did not receive a fatal blow. Just capturing the King Sword in his hand, could it really drive all demons back into the Umbra? In case this speculation is wrong, the two men fighting each other at this moment are tantamount to death.

But youth fears are superfluous. As the King Jing sword fell to the ground, the surrounding space trembled like ripples, bringing up waves of translucent waves. This ripple wiped the devil’s body, making their outlines lighter and thinner, and the demon king’s unwilling skull was gradually immersed in the air.

“Although this desperate move has won you, but this is just the beginning. No matter how to avoid, the end of the goddess will be endless fighting.” Alastor’s unhurried words from From the void, “Farewell, maybe you will accept my offer the next time I meet.”

It’s over … The blond swordsman gasped.

But all of a sudden, the victor found that the power of prayer flowing in his body disappeared without warning, and the whole person seemed to fall into the ice cave, and the whole body was cold.

The young man turned back subconsciously. His eyes crossed the empty martyrdom, the dim fire and the ashes all over the ground, and he saw the opposite scene at a glance.

The dark-haired girl’s eyes closed, her petite body immersed in the scarlet blood spreading on the ground. Behind her, an apocalyptic guard with a height of six meters is sticking out her tongue, greedily licking the blood-stained serrated sword, and the four soft tentacles on the back with sharp blades slowly move, looking like an octopus with open teeth. .

Roland’s brain was blank.

“Look, in the end, you still embarked on the same path.” The cold voice of the dark eagle slowly rose from the blank, “no matter what you do, you still can’t protect her.” Along with the echo, she lingered in her consciousness. Without ridicule, the young man suddenly remembered the perseverance in the emerald pupil of Shi Fan.

“Absolutely no way. I will not let anyone use the power of God anyway.”

The girl’s clear voice was like a drop of water falling into the calm lake, which instantly caused Roland’s thoughts to boil, and the frost that had been put down was lifted again.

However, the high-end demons did not care about the attack of the blond swordsman at all. After absorbing the blood of God, the doomsday guard was pleased to find that when the surrounding companions and even the demon king, which is an absolute existence to the demon, were expelled back to the Umbra, he could break away from the bounds of the boundary and still remain This world ~! Not only that, he can clearly see that the power in his body is constantly increasing, and he will soon reach the level of the demon king.

No … maybe even surpass the devil and become a stronger existence ~!

Before that, let’s experiment with this fool who knows nothing about life and death. The Doomguard thought so, first glanced at Shi Fan greedily, and then slowly turned his attention to the enemies who ran over. For mortals who have lost the protection of prayer, the devil is too lazy to use the serrated knife in his hand. He believes that the four tentacles on his back are enough to cut each other into small pieces of meat.

At the same time, the four sharp-edged blades behind the doomsday guard flew up, interweaving into a vague shadow, covering small humans. However, when the attack was over, the demon was surprised to find that he had lost the trace of his target. Then, the pain from the shoulder made him growl loudly-Roland actually stood on a tentacle of the doomsday guard and split the weapon into He touched the other’s shoulder, and tortured a long and wide wound mercilessly.

The next moment, the dark eagle who lost his memory leaped sharply, and the frost in his hand made a shiny circle in the air like a blade of a windmill, driving all the inertia to break the wind. The injured doomsday guard was pulled back to reality by the pain. He didn’t dare to move lightly, but took the defensive posture as fast as possible-four sharpened blades connected with his tentacles and the serrated sword held by his hands held up an umbrella in an instant Shaped steel defense, the devil believes this can withstand any attack.

But it didn’t work, Frost’s actually cut all these five-handled knives ~!

After cutting his opponent’s weapon, the Great Sword was still intact, biting into the wound exactly, and then split the behemoth together with the demon heart in his chest into two halves.

The cold eyes were burning, and the angry soul was flowing. This is the last sight imprinted in the sight of the Doomguard, and then the demon who has just gained the power of God is frozen in eternal darkness and silence.

In the rising wind of ashes, the swordman steadily landed on the ground, and the blood dripped down his cheek-the battle with the demon just now has greatly exceeded the limit that human flesh can bear. Bright red blood was leaking from the eyes and ears of young people, the tiger’s mouth in both hands was cracked, the waist was sprained to some extent, and even the mouth was full of blood.

But Roland had no time to take care of it. He only had the girl with eyes closed. The young man ran to Shi Fan at the fastest speed, then knelt down to check her injuries.

The jagged sword of the Doomguard ripped a terrible wound on the girl’s back-extending from the shoulder blades to the waist. At this moment, blood was pouring out like a spring water, and it looked particularly dazzling against the girl’s fair skin. If the blood represents the fire of life, then this flame has burned outside Shi Fan’s body, on the cold ground, on the broken metal, and on Roland’s shaking hands.

The young man took a deep breath and tried to focus his mind on the wound itself rather than speculation about whether the girl would die. Most of the power of this knife has been absorbed by the prayer enchantment, it has not hurt the spine, there is no sign of poisoning, and there is rescue … No, there will be rescue ~!

Hemostasis must be stopped first, which is the most critical. The end protector took another deep breath, and then carefully started a person’s first aid.

Twenty minutes long, like a century, passed, and Roland finally managed to stop the startling bleeding. In order to prevent the wound from cracking again, the swordsman made a simple stretcher with two huge swords and the cloth found, so that the unconscious girl lay flat on it, and dragged one of the swords slowly forward.

As a warrior who inherited the knowledge of the Dark Eagle, Roland is also aware of another thing-this degree of temporary treatment does not make Shifan out of the shadow of death. The wound on the girl’s back is enough to **** a healthy regular knight for life. Without timely treatment, the consequences will be irreparable.

However, in this cold and harsh underground world, it is impossible to have any treatment conditions. The medicine that the dwarves kept hundreds of years ago has deteriorated, and even finding food has become a big problem, let alone nutrition. The only option is to get out of the mine as soon as possible and go to the surface where the sun can shine, where the girl can truly escape the crisis.

But time is running out … Roland thought anxiously.

It has been one day and one night since the end of the battle, Shi Fan continued to have a high fever, and his consciousness has not recovered. Due to the excessive blood loss and the lack of supplementary relationship, the girl’s beautiful face was extremely pale, and her neat short hair was scattered at this moment. Looking at the dark-haired girl who struggled with pain in her dreams, the youth felt abnormal anxiety.

“There are still three days to go out. Damn, can’t you be any faster?” He whispered to himself, and once again reached out to touch the atlas found in the library. In fact, this atlas has been read numerous times by disturbed fugitives, but no matter what route he chooses, Roland is disappointed to find that it takes at least three days to reach the exit of the northern White Rock Mountains.

But when the book arrived, the young man was frightened—the dim torch shone, not the map book in his hand, but another book—the picture scroll of Shi Fan, which belonged to the goddess’ final amulet.

Shi Fan has been turning this book, and every time he is very focused, what exactly will be written on this scroll that belongs to God? Probably the knowledge about the mysteries and prayers of the Four Realms is recorded in it? May also be a diary of Shi Fan’s mood? If possible, maybe the way to save the sons of the stars will also be on it …

Shouldn’t there be any problems at first glance? Roland hesitated, glanced at the girl with her eyes closed, and then put her hand on the cover to open the title page.

Taking advantage of the dim orange light on the torch, the young man began to read the first page of Shifan Zhihua carefully. However, after dozens of minutes, the reader shook his head with an unbelievable expression … I must have been dazzled. He clenched his pale lips subconsciously and quickly turned back one page, then another. The squeaking friction of the paper also became louder as the younger man moved faster and faster.

… is this the truth?

Roland finally stopped moving, and the light of the book pages fell into silence, as if a sudden disconnected string stopped the performance. The young man kept his eyes on the last page of the book for a long time, and did not move for a long time, and finally sighed lowly.

Turns out, is this secret you have been protecting? The guardian of the end closed the book and looked at the girl beside him, with a certain subtle light in his eyes.

Shi Fan’s long eyelashes suddenly moved.

Thinking that the other party was about to wake up, the blond swordsman quickly held his breath and waited quietly. But Shi Fan did not get rid of the shackles of the coma. The only thing she heard from the silence was the slang in her dreams.

“Lither … don’t go …” The girl’s plea was as fragile as a silk thread, “Don’t let me be alone …” With a murmur, two lines of tears slowly slid down her pale cheeks.

With the blurring of consciousness, the mask of iceberg beauty’s pride and self-confidence seems to have melted together. At this moment, curled up on the simple stretcher was another poetry sail that Roland was completely unfamiliar with, the little girl who had been hiding behind the scrolls helplessly sobbing.

Her crying fell on Roland’s chest like raindrops, making the young man unable to hold out his hand and carefully wiping tears for Shi Fan. Staring at the slightly trembling girl, Roland hesitated, and then gently held the girl into her arms.

Her shoulders were thinner than she looked, and the youth naturally thought. However, it is such a weak body …

It is such a fragile body, but dare not face the hard battles one after another without fear.

For an ordinary fifteen-year-old girl, the battlefield should be the imaginary **** that has no intersection with herself? However, Shi Fan accepted the cruelty of reality, and never complained. Regardless of the onslaught of Yanlong Mei Luji Dike, or the army against the demon king Alastor, she did not show even the slightest anxiety.

“… You must not die here. If you admit defeat, everything will be over ~!” For some reason, Roland suddenly remembered the words that Shi Fan spoke against the scorching storm when Yan Long’s shock wave was about to come. Although she didn’t have time to look back behind her, the girl’s expression must have been more persistent than she thought.

“You have been working hard.” Looking at Shifan with tear marks on her face, Roland suddenly felt a throbbing heart, “but don’t worry, you won’t be alone anymore.”

He spoke tightly to the dark-haired girl, murmuring to himself with a touch of admiration, a touch of tenderness, and a touch of compassion: “I will always be with you, Shifan.”

The endless White Rock Mountains divide the Canados continent into two. Most of its mountain peaks are hidden above the sea of ​​clouds, let alone humans who stagger, and even the proud Dragon tribe rarely sees the mountains. . The only thing that small mortals are familiar with is the ever-changing white body of the magnificent mountain range.

With the advent of winter, residents of the town of Manurin are also busy and are preparing for the end of the frozen season. Because it is located at the foot of the mountain, the cold wind whizzing down from the towering ice peaks has been covered with frost on the road very early, and coupled with various monsters left over from the disaster a few years ago, few travelers will choose this time before Come to town.

There are always exceptions to everything.

Today, such a traveler is standing in front of Doiru. The young man looked twenty-three or four-year-old. He had beautiful exotic blonde hair and rare aquamarine pupils, but the handsome face was covered with cricket and exhaustion, and the rusty dwarf double-headed axe behind Contrast each other. But compared to the young man dressed as a fugitive, the heavy metal stretcher behind him and the dark-haired girl lying on it were more noticeable.

“They told me that you are a doctor,” the youth’s tone contained irresistible anxiety and eagerness, “can you save her? Or, at least, provide me with proper medical treatment. If I need to be paid …”

“Those talk about it later, anyway, come inside first.” The middle-aged mage in his thirties nodded heartily.

Doiru knew what the other person’s eyes meant, so he didn’t say much-not even the name-the first thing the doctor did when he entered the house was to carefully lie the **** the bed, and then began the examination. Injury. However, even though the mage’s eyes had seen various wounds, and the moment the bandage was uncovered, Shifan’s terrible stab wound on the back made him take a breath.

“Such a serious injury ~! It continues to worsen!” Doiru couldn’t help but give the girl’s protector a stern glance. “What the **** did you do? Delayed for a few days?”

“Three days, and … there is basically no decent food during this time …” The other person’s eyes dimmed for a moment, looking at Shi Fan in anxiety.

On this way, Roland hardly stopped, except for fighting mechanically, he ran as hard as he could. He passed a dark mine that would take three days to complete in a day and a half. Then I searched for the whole night in the cold winter nights of Canados, only to find this medically-adapted village-in fact, even for the tireless death knight, wanting to get from the White Rock Mountains in three days Trekking deep into Manurin is still a very difficult challenge, not to mention a heavy stretcher that must be carefully towed behind.

But if she can’t be saved, no matter what kind of challenge is passed … the youth clenched his fist subconsciously.

“I think you’ve done your best.” Doiru’s attitude softened when he saw the other person’s disappointment. “But this level of injury …” He hesitated to look at the terrible wound.

“Is there a way to save her? No matter what you can do.” Roland’s tone was not so much a plea to a doctor as a prayer to destiny.

“If you use magic therapy, you might get your life back.” The other party’s tone was uncertain. “But even then, I am afraid that there will be serious sequelae … at least a paraplegia …”

“It doesn’t matter that way, the most important thing is to wake her up!” The youth’s eyes brightened.

“Really, I know.” The middle-aged mage nodded. “Just to use magic healing, a rare herb is necessary-‘Jade Lily of the Valley’. Since you are from outside the town, you should understand It is impossible to have a caravan in the winter? But … “He said with a bitter smile,” Even in the spring and summer, it may be very difficult to obtain such a medicinal material equivalent to gold. “

“But we can do it ourselves.” The listener understood the deep meaning of the conversation.

“Although it was a pretty bad choice, it was our only choice.” Doiru went to the window and pointed to the distant north. “As a plant with powerful magic, the emerald lily of the valley only grows in An area with a high arcane atmosphere, and it must be low temperature-the ruins of Silvermoon City, forty kilometers away, meet all conditions. There must be what we are looking for. “

“Silvermoon City? Do you mean the city where the Canados Mage Council is called, the city known as the ‘Magic City’?” Despite the loss of memory, Roland’s knowledge of geography is clearly still, “I see, So go and talk with the high-level mages … wait … “He nodded and halfway, suddenly showing a confused look,” You just said ‘Ruins of Silvermoon City’? “

“Like Winfield College, Silvermoon City was finally destroyed by its own expanding magic and ambitions. In fact, most of the residents of Manurin were witnesses and survivors of the catastrophe.” The mage sighed, “But this is what happened a few years ago, and the new head of the mage council, Motidal, blocked all the news, so almost no one knows.”

“And the most important thing is that the land is still burning with the blazing arcane flames, which nourished countless monsters, from the lowest level magician to the indestructible crystal golem, and some more terrible existence …” Doiru stared at the youthful pupils, and seemed to examine whether there was even a slight shake. “The few people who knew the cataclysm were powerful and bad-minded, but even they were all gone. . “

“In other words, it’s a tricky place.” The youth’s expression was still very calm, and he seemed to take the other party’s warning as earwinds. “That doesn’t matter. I’ll set off right away and tell me what I must pay attention to before that.”

“Now, start now?” Because the answer was greatly unexpected, the eloquent mage was suddenly incoherent, “but you should haven’t rested for days.”

“That doesn’t matter,” said the mysterious traveler indifferently.

“I see.” Doiru nodded as if determined, “Let me go with you, a few more helpers are better than one.”

The honest tone of the decision made Roland hesitate for a while, but in the end he shook his head: “Thank you for your kindness …”

“Don’t rush to reject it first.” The mage waved his hand. “Although I don’t understand where your confidence comes from, we have to face more than just fighting. A layman of herbalism and magic detection is very difficult in the city The jade lily of the valley was found in the huge ruins of the city. Besides, if the professional treatment is not carried out when it is picked, the delicate herbs will soon wither and become useless. “

The young man no longer refuted, but obediently followed the mage into the next room. The first thing that caught his eye was the huge figure of a tauren, and the two long horns rising high from his head.

“Our pharmacist, Aldruk.” While the mage introduced, the tauren shook hands with Roland kindly. “As a shaman, he can use natural spells in battle, and that is with arcane. , The very different powers of divine magic, very trustworthy. “

“He is a swordsman Chidav,” the young man sharpening his sword stopped working, then stood up with a smile. He looked only a year or two older than Roland, with brown curly hair and a striking knife wound in the corner of his eye.

“I’m Ursini, Ranger.” The last person took the initiative to answer without waiting for the doctor’s introduction. “I didn’t expect you to agree to others’ requests. Did the sun come out from the west?” The mage looked up and down the young blonde.

“As a doctor, I can’t help but see the dead.” The mage replied indifferently, then turned to face Roland. “Yes, I am Doiru. Although I was a mage before, I gave up after the Silvermoon disaster . Now I just want to use arcane to save the wounds. Can you introduce yourself? “

“I’m Roland, Roland Streve.” The youth saluted the four carefully.