"Fifty-five?"

The Death Knight slowly spread out, forming a triangular formation around Carlos.

The wings of light behind Carlos illuminated the room, and watching the Death Knight in action, Carlos drooped Boniguetto Phantom Dancer. The point of the sword clicked rhythmically, and the metal and stone floor collided with each other, making a crisp sound in the silent night.

"I'm curious, because I am outraged by the desecration of the corpses of the dead by you damned orc souls, and I don't mind subjecting you to torture a little more. ”

The two of them attacked at the same time, and the long sword with shadow energy struck the weak point of the armor connection on Carlos's back waist.

"Oh, and the Shadow Cast ability is still retained. ”

The Shadow Strike strikes the shield of light, and the annihilation of light and darkness sends out a dazzling white light.

Finding that the Death Knight who was stabbing himself in the back was still unwillingly exerting his strength, Carlos was a little impatient. He didn't move, twisted his hips, and slammed his whip fist into the face of the Death Knight in the left rear.

Seeing the accomplice who was knocked out, another Death Knight behind Carlos quickly withdrew his sword and continued to maintain the momentum of the bag.

"It's a shame that you play such a promising profession as a Death Knight like this. ”

Carlos noticed that the small trick of disturbing his opponent's mind with the tip of his sword didn't seem to have the effect it should have, so he stopped and concentrated on taunting.

"You're ...... Know us?"

"It's not just understanding, what a painful realization it is, I can't have two thousand two in the arena, no matter how I think about it, it's the Death Knight's fault. ”

"I don't understand, what you said. ”

"It doesn't matter, when words can't clearly convey each other's feelings, let's experience it with our bodies!

Carlos's series of contrived expressions are of course not habitual pretenses, but attempts to test the other party's details with words.

Carlos, who has been ruthlessly educated by reality for 18 years, has long understood a truth -- the information obtained in his previous life can only be used for reference, not taken seriously!

Although the energy response detected by the echo of the Holy Light was weak, Carlos tried to detect the full strength of his opponent.

The current temptation can be deduced that:

Inherit the martial art of resurrecting corpses.

Emotional indifference, ruthlessness.

Can use the power of shadows.

At this moment, the Death Knight embedded in the wall broke free, holding a cloud of shadow energy in his hand, which appeared even darker under the light of the holy light. Restore half of his shattered face, then pick up the longsword that fell to the ground, and continue to be on guard.

Carlos secretly added to his mind the suspicion of painlessness and obvious inference.

Words are useless, so let's fight.

Having never slackened his martial arts skills until the age of six, Carlos did not believe that these death knights, who relied on their physical memory, could suppress themselves in sword skills.

Wandering between three Death Knights, Carlos repeatedly tested the strength of his enemies.

Power, high.

Resistance to physical strikes, extremely high.

The body recovers fù ability, cheating-like high.

Ability to learn, strong.

The Death Knight, who is almost immortal on a physical level, is a great threat to ordinary soldiers!

Carlos had tried enough, and he was tired of playing, Boniguetto Phantom Dancer set up one person's slash, kicked the other sideways, and his free left hand gathered the Holy Light Yuan Qi Pill, which smashed the third person.

Under the purifying power of the Holy Light, the Death Knight who was hit let out a painful wail, and the soul filled with shadow energy was annihilated in the stirring of light and darkness.

"Ahh I haven't contributed yet, why did I fall?"

With one less person in the place, Carlos is much less stressed and more comfortable.

"The power of shadow, the power of death, the power of frost, the power of evil power, the power of blood, the power of souls, how many will you have?"

Although it was two against one, the whole scene was firmly controlled by Carlos.

"Annihilation Strike, Heart Strike, Spirit Strike, you won't?"

In the midst of merciless taunts, another Death Knight is purified by the power of the Light.

"If it weren't for the fact that the owners of these bodies were heroes of the Alliance, I would have sliced you into pieces. Is this the level of Gul'dan's toys?Wouldn't Tyrone Bloodfiend be that weak?"

Using the absolute superiority of strength, Carlos suppressed the last Death Knight, and the friendship fist containing the Holy Light swung towards the face of the death knight, but was steadily caught by the death rider who was pressed to one knee.

"I didn't think it was my enemy who knew me best. ”

In the stirring of light and shadow, the death knight slowly stood up.

"First meeting, contemptible Gul'dan. I don't know if you have any other suggestions for improving my toys?"

Carlos's mood was broken at the moment.

I want you to be the cheapest, I want you to pretend to be forced, I want you to show off blindly, let's get rid of it, how can Guldan not leave a back hand for his toys!

"I heard you're the number one handsome orc?"

"Where, we orcs are beautiful in being strong, and I am far behind. ”

"Are you a soul snatcher or a resurrection?"

"It's just a little trick on the stage. ”

"You're a good lingua franca. ”

"After all, prepare to rule over you humans after victory. ”

"Oh, so much faith?"

"There's strength, that's it. Come and do it with us. ”

“Lok－tarogar！”

"Your orc language is good, too. ”

Between the seemingly relaxed conversations, the competition between swords and swords has never stopped, and the competition between fists has never stopped.

Although the two were evenly matched in the battle between the Light and the Shadow Power in their fists, Boniguetto Phantom Dancer's material was significantly better than the sword in the possessed Death Knight by Gul'dan.

Looking at the long sword that had been cut a notch, Carlos couldn't help but smile proudly. "I don't know what damage I will do to you if I kill you like this?"

"Guess!" Gul'dan laughed.

The Death Knight, possessed by Gul'dan, suddenly opened his mouth, and evil energy gushed out from his eyes and mouth, and Carlos could only curl the wings of holy light behind him to his forehead in a hurry to resist the impact of evil energy.

From a contest of muscles and martial arts to the power of light against shadows and evil powers, Carlos has unspeakable suffering.

The power of the Holy Light needs to be supplemented by the torture of the paladin's mind in confession or meditation, where can it withstand such direct and rough consumption.

Although Carlos's power of light is very good in quality and capacity, it is not a humanoid battery like Uther after all, and in the confrontation with Gul'dan, the wings of light gradually dimmed.

"Want to know the location of Sargeras's tomb?" Carlos asked suddenly.

"What?" Gul'dan was shocked, and the impact of evil energy came to an abrupt end.

Carlos suddenly let go of Boniguetto Phantom Dancer and poured all the remaining power of light into his fist with his free right hand, slamming it into Gul'dan's face.

With a punch to the head, the headless corpse flew out, losing control of the long sword and slashing off a strand of Carlos's long hair, before smashing into the shoulder armor and clattering to the ground.

"Don't play hanging anymore, Gul'dan is so fierce!"

Carlos said to himself, his muscles trembling uncontrollably.

After a while, Carlos, who had recovered his strength, sorted out his appearance, pushed open the door and walked out.

"Don't touch those three bodies just yet, let the mage and the priest deal with them together. Carlos shook the cloak handed over by his subordinates and put it on, signaling that the crowd could disperse.

Thousands of miles away, Gul'dan touched his aching cheek, his excitement overflowing.

Casting a spell to inform his subordinates who are secretly loyal, Guldan's order is simple and clear: Commander of the South Sea Town Alliance, I want to live!