Both Carlos and the Black Knight were shaken back by the force attached to the massive impact.

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Carlos took three steps back, his fair face flushing unusually, but as if nothing had happened, he rushed forward again with his flaming greatsword.

The black knight was also shocked to take a step back, his arms trembled slightly, for him who had become the body of the dead, it had been a long time since he felt this feeling of uncontrolled body, his heart was filled with fierce battle intent, and the rune sword was flooded with white cold, and he met the flame sword.

Bang bang bang, again and again, fire against ice, the power of ancestors against the power of death, the black and white warriors fought to their heart's content.

The doubts in Carlos's eyes became heavier and heavier, in addition to doubts, there was more anger in his eyes, and after a full impact, he jumped a few meters back, raised the long sword in his hand with one hand, pointed at the black knight, and asked:

"You know this sword, you know not only the shape of this sword under the flames, but even the heat of the tip of this sword."

The black knight didn't speak, a small piece of the black armor on his shoulder was cut off, he was hurrying to recover the death power he had just consumed, he had just fought closely, when the flame head of the flame was towards his shoulder, some information about the sword suddenly appeared in his mind, as if these things were originally in his mind, so he quickly dodged, otherwise I am afraid that his entire shoulder would have been burned into charcoal by now.

Carlos continued to roar loudly: "From your martial arts, I can see that you were once a famous warrior, so if you know that I --- Carlos of the Batev family, please cherish the honor of being a warrior, show your face, and hide your identity to fight me, what is the difference between this and those thieves who hurt people behind their backs!" ”

"Hahaha" The Black Knight let out a metallic laugh, and he took off his helmet without hesitation, tossing it aside, and the face under the helmet caused a commotion from everyone around him.

In the distance, a blonde girl stopped suddenly, tears welled up in her blue eyes, and the war hammer in her hand fell to the ground weakly.

"Lord Earl!" The gray-haired Knight Camon pointed his left hand tremblingly at the familiar face of the lord he had served allegially, and he still remembered the day when he fell to one knee and swore with his life to defend the glory of House Theon when the Count ascended the throne.

"Jaime!" Carlos looked at his former best friend with great heartache, he used to admire this brother very much, they hunted together, studied martial arts together, after learning the news of the fall of the kingdom of Lordaeron, he rushed to confirm the life and death of his best friend, but saw the scene in front of him.

Carlos pointed painedly around: "Jaime Sean, look at all this you have done, they were once your most loyal people, loved and respected you immensely, but you killed them like pigs and sheep. The thousand-year-old inheritance of the Sean family was destroyed by your hands today! ”

The familiar name in Carlos's mouth made him dazed for a while, and the next moment, he eliminated those meaningless thoughts, raised the long sword in his hand, and said in a deep voice: "The name that the master gave me is Jenn, I don't know who you are talking about James Sean, including the boring things you said. If you hate me, kill me with your sword, and find out all about it! ”

"Not heavy?" Carlos' eyes turned cold and he spat at the Black Knight, "I can't believe I once thought of you as my brother. ”

Carlos clenched the flaming sword in both hands and slowly raised it in front of his face, no longer seeing any superfluous emotion in his eyes: "You are right, it is the greatest mercy to you to grant you eternal rest. ”

The power of the white ancestor slowly sank into Carlos's body, merging with him, his body increased in an instant, and his skin exuded a white jade-like light, which is the unique power of high-level warriors, and the gods descended to earth, which can make the user's skin harden and resist blows, greatly increase the damage, and will not be affected by the cold effect.

Then, Carlos walked on a wonderful melody and once again faced the Death Knight.

A hint of jealousy flashed in Jaime's eyes, and his left hand quickly swiped in the void, and streams of cold, withered, withered and withered dark power quickly condensed under the guidance of his left hand, and soon, a black weapon similar to the crystal blue rune sword in his hand, condensed with the power of death, quickly took shape.

Runic weapons!

The sword in Jaime's hand blocked Carlos's attack, and although the immense force attached to the blazing sword forced him to take a step back, the runic weapon took the opportunity to slash at the neck of the handsome young man, forcing him to defend himself.

The wind had stopped, the rain had subsided, and the third round had officially begun, and this time both sides had used all their strength to put the other in the heat of the fight.

"Your Excellency, your Excellency." Lucien cautiously looked at the desolate girl beside him and called. As a militiaman in a border village, he didn't know that the black knight was the former lord of the Earldom of Fenris, nor did he know that the girl in front of him was once the black knight's fiancée.

"I'm sorry," Claudia replied after a few moments, her eyes still flashing with a glint in them, but she had already picked up the hammer that had fallen to the ground. "Don't go any further, it's not useful to deal with him."

With that, ignoring the young guards beside her, she closed her eyes and walked forward again.

It's time to make a break, it's all my fault that you're the way you are.

Claudia's face showed a hint of determination, she closed her eyes and walked forward.

"Is there any way to break the Lich King's grip on him?" She cried out to the Silver Hand from the depths of her heart.

"There's no way around it for you." The Silver Hand didn't ask the girl why she had just lost her temper, and responded.

"The purest force of order is the natural enemy of this chaotic power that twists people's minds. But ---" The voice of the Silver Hand continued to ring in her head. "Your strength is too weak compared to the guy called the Lich King, if I'm not mistaken, the guy called the Lich King is out of the realm of mortals, even if it's weaker than the former Titan Guardian, it's not much weaker."

"I'm sorry, Tyr, there's no way I'm going to let him go, I might have to be willful once." Claudia said to the Silver Hand.

"It's okay, we're partners in the first place, and no matter what you decide, I'll support you." The Silver Hand's voice remained gentle.

"Thank you." The girl thanked her heartily.

In the time that Claudia and the Silver Hand were talking, the battle between Carlos and Jaime in the distance had become white-hot, and the two former best friends now regarded each other as if they were enemies, and each sword was aimed at the opponent's vital point, fighting extremely bravely.

Carlos's armor on the left waist has been shattered, in a close battle just now, in order to block the Sagang long sword in Jaime's hand, he was taken advantage of by the rune weapon on the side, fortunately, the rune weapon is not held in the hands of a person after all, the power is limited, otherwise it would be enough to severely damage his internal organs just now, at this time a hole was opened in his waist, fortunately, after opening the heavenly god descended to earth, his skin was as solid as a rock, the rune weapon could not penetrate, the power of the white ancestors gathered around the wound, and the faint black smoke was gradually squeezed out.

Jaime's situation is even worse, the flame sword is the nemesis of the power he uses, under the flames, his ice power is completely canceled out, and all kinds of plagues will be weakened by half, he has used many diseases, but the other party is not affected at all, the blow just now, is a chance he finally won it, I didn't expect the other party to choose to eat his rune weapon rather than disrupt the rhythm of the battle and give him a chance to breathe.

He was burned in many places, even his gray hair was blackened, and he no longer used evil black magic, no more plague, and no longer even the power of ice, which he was best at. He swung the long sword in his hand intently, and used his martial arts with all his heart.

It's a great feeling to be able to fight, to fight, to be able to fight to your heart's content, not to care about your own life and death, and not to worry about anything else.

Even though he was in the downwind, he was cheering and ecstatic in his heart.

This is the battle I've always been looking forward to, and this is the path I've been pursuing.

The sword light flickered, the fighting spirit burned, in his heart, the whole world, at this time, only the long sword in his hand was left, and there was nothing else.

As if sensing his master's thoughts, the long sword in his hand shone again, and a new breath appeared, not the breath of death and withering frost, nor the ancestral power of Carlos, but something else, incomparably pure, which was attached to his sword at this time.

In the midst of the fierce battle, unconsciously, he had taken a small step forward at this time, a step that he had never taken in his life, and stepped into the realm that countless people dreamed of, and where he could not see, a chain that the Lich King had used to seal his memories revealed countless cracks.

The wind, which had gradually stopped, had now re-blown and condensed to his side, and the world was gradually different from before in his eyes.

The first to sense all this was Carlos as an opponent, and the black figure that had been suppressed and beaten by him was constantly climbing at this time.

A sword stabbed in, obviously the speed of the sword was not particularly fast, but he couldn't seal the opponent's blade even if he tried his best.

After just a few swords, he had switched from offense to defense, struggling to support, and what terrified him even more was that the effect of the gods descending from heaven on his body was about to disappear.