On a dark and oppressive day, the wind blew violently.

Whoa!

Torrential downpour rain fell from the sky.

However, everyone in the manor did not care about the heavy rain and let the rain fall on them.

The Black Knight rode past frozen pieces of flesh, and it was hard to imagine that the stall had been a strong warrior before.

The tragic death of his companion caused the other warriors who rushed towards him to hesitate slightly.

Then I don't know who shouted viciously from behind: "Surround him and go up together, he is just one person, without three heads and six arms, no one can survive today if he is not killed." ”

The warriors no longer hesitated, and surrounded the black knight from a distance, but the black knight seemed to not see them, still riding a skeleton war horse, slowly walking forward.

"Kill!" Dozens of warriors stabbed at him at the same time from all sides.

The Black Knight didn't look at the rushing warriors, just as a lion would never look at a flock of sheep.

He stabbed the blue sword engraved with blood-colored runes in his hand into the sky!

A blood-colored rune on the long sword instantly dimmed, and then a huge pressure fell from the sky.

Thump! Thump!

The warriors who rushed over fell to the ground one after another, and a few meters around the black knight, countless strange black smoke rose from the ground, turning into rotting dead arms, dragging them to the ground!

"What devils are these!"

"The Holy Light is above, I can't move!"

"Nope! The ground is melting!! ”

Goo!

They wailed and struggled feebly, and then they were pulled by the claws of their flesh and bones and sank to the ground, as if this was not a land in the first place, but a black swamp!

Laugh at! Laugh at!

The two feathered arrows flew one left and one right, but they flew slower and slower, wrapped in a thick layer of ice, and finally crashed into the black knight's plate armor and fell to the ground.

The Black Knight impatiently stretched out his left hand with a chainmail glove and squeezed it fiercely into the distance.

Syllable!

An archer's bow fell weakly to the ground, his face flushed, hanging high in the air, and his hands struggled to press against his neck, where it had shrunk in a circle, showing countless red marks, as if several pairs of unseen hands were choking his neck.

Click!

His neck was torn, and he collapsed to the ground, his eyes still filled with unfocus.

"Line up! Shoot! ”

More archers made up, holding their bows high, forty-five degrees, in the direction of the Black Knight, volley!

A dense rain of arrows flew towards the Black Knight, who finally defended for the first time, his left hand quickly volleying a poignant rune, and a huge ice shield appeared in front of him.

Then, the blue soul fire in his eyes burned violently, and the blood-colored runes on the Black Warrior Sword disappeared again, and countless black qi floated out from various parts of his body and flew towards the group of archers.

Puff puff puff.

Countless feathered arrows pierced the ice shield, but it was difficult to move on.

The archers again fired two volleys.

"Ahem, cough, cough"

Suddenly, an archer fell to his knees and coughed violently, at first it was only a slight itch in his throat, but when he couldn't help but cough softly, it became more and more violent, and he pressed his chest weakly, as if his trachea had entered water. Finally, he let out a breath, and a mouthful of bloody phlegm spat on the ground, mixed with fragments of flesh and blood, in a short time, he actually coughed up his internal organs, he looked at the mouthful of bloody phlegm blankly, lying on the ground crookedly, and did not understand what happened until he died.

Bang bang bang.

The other archer reached out to hold his companion, but found a drop of blood on the hand he had reached out to help his companion, and he trembled and touched his hand to his nose, no, not only his nose, but his facial features were dripping with blood.

Boom!

His body shattered into countless pieces of flesh, and several huge red blood worms split his body from the inside out, and then opened its large mouth full of white bone fangs, and bit fiercely at the other people around him.

The Black Knight withdrew his defenses, the ice shield vanished, and the archers stopped firing. They coughed violently, or they were bleeding and kneeling with their heads in their hands, and some were torn to pieces by blood worms.

The black knight rode forward again, several blood worms crawled towards him, and after getting close to him, they exploded, countless blood poured into the ice blue long sword in the black knight's hand, and the blood-colored runes that had been dimmed shone again, and near him, one by one the archers lay horizontally, blood and rain mixed together, forming a red stream, and their broken bodies had long since lost their lives.

One step at a time, one person against a hundred, the power of the black knight, terrifying!

"Stop!" With an angry voice, a young man with long brown hair and a woman-like face stood in front of the black warrior, dressed in bright white armor and holding a large, flaming sword in his hand.

He stared at the black knight and shouted: "What kind of skill is it to bully those rookies who are not even at the intermediate level of the professional rank, let me Carlos Batef, end your fate!" ”

"That's the famous family of Alterac, Carlos of the Butif family!" Lucien looked at the white-armored knight from afar with a look of adoration, and then said viciously: "That black knight, no matter who he is, is dead today!" Master Carlos is infinitely close to the heroic rank, and the scorching sword in his hand is a famous treasure of the Batev family, and he will definitely avenge the death of our compatriots! ”

"Don't stop, keep walking." Claudia wiped a handful of rain from her hair and said solemnly to the guards beside her.

After Lucien began to move, she also adjusted her breathing as she slowly moved forward, she had no intention of pinning her hopes on others, adjusting her condition to the best was the first priority.

"That death knight, it's not easy, you don't have to be his opponent." The voice of the Silver Hand rang in her heart.

"Why?" She asked, pausing when she opened her eyes.

"That man, who must have been a natural warrior in his lifetime, helped him after becoming a death knight, cutting off his other thoughts and memories, and he was left with only battle and instinct to enjoy fighting, enjoying being injured and killing. And you, after all, lack a warrior's heart in your bones, even if you can surpass him in strength with the help of the Silver Hand, you will definitely not be his opponent in close combat. The Silver Hand replied with certainty.

"However, I don't have a lot of ranged attack skills." The girl asked her own questions.

"After observing your way of using the Holy Light during this time, I have devised a method based on your body to greatly increase the power of your Holy Light in a short period of time, but if you can't defeat him during this time, run away. There is nothing to be ashamed of, our most important task is to defeat the upcoming Burning Legion, and it doesn't matter whether the reputation or face, including the lives or deaths of these people, even if we leave now. The Silver Hand replied coldly.

"Nope! I'm going to give it a try anyway. The girl looked at her with determination.

"Well, it's okay to try." The Silver Hand's voice carried a little appreciation, and then said: "After you use this power, a holy light rune array will briefly appear in your body, spontaneously concentrating the most angry part of the holy light into your hands, and your attack power will be much greater than usual." ”

"And the mildest part automatically flows to the rest of your body, so you don't have to worry about attacks other than the vital ones, that part of the light will automatically repair the wounds in your body."

"Don't even worry about that man's illness, the pure light will automatically devour the black magic that enters your body."

"But remember, you only have thirty seconds."

"This kind of power is called the Vengeance Cross."

During the time of the conversation, the distance had already exchanged hands.

"Die, monster!" Carlos ran and rushed with his flaming two-handed sword at his side, pale white ancestral power clinging to his body and burning violently with his charge.

Facing the oncoming powerful warriors, the black knight's eyes flashed solemnly for the first time, and he waved the rune long sword in his right hand extremely quickly, and a trace of black gas flashed from the tip of the sword, and a huge black skull phantom quickly took shape.

"Death Coil!" He let out a low snort, and the black skull rushed towards Carlos.

Carlos held the sword across his face, and the power of his ancestors condensed into the great sword in his hand, and then he slammed into it, ignoring the flying black magic.

The sword is in the man! Carlos' hair on the left side of the face withered after the impact, his white armor was slightly blackened, and several parts of his skin that wasn't covered by the armor were hissing and corroding into puffs of white smoke.

As if he didn't feel the pain, his speed did not decrease in the slightest, and he continued to attack, and then, with the momentum of his two-handed sword that seemed to be able to cut through the heavens and the earth, drew a perfect semicircle and slashed towards the black figure.

The black knight looked at Carlos with some appreciation, and after hitting him and unleashing black magic, this man who looked like a woman was even more powerful than just now.

The battle intent in the black knight's heart burned violently, although he had forgotten most things, he had never forgotten the sword in his hand! Memories didn't matter to him, as long as he could fight to his heart's content and enjoy the of blood and pain! Even if you die on the battlefield, you will only feel endless pleasure.

He clamped the war horse under his crotch, stepped down, and after sensing the master's intention, the skeleton war horse neighed, and the saddle of the black knight's two feet suddenly added two blue flames, he jumped high and raised the long sword, and two blood-colored runes disappeared at the blade at once, as he waved the blade, the endless breath of death appeared out of thin air, as if the gate of the underworld was broken in an instant, and even the surrounding wind stopped roaring for a while, whimpering weakly under the pressure of the black knight.

Spiritual Strike!!

The black and white figures collided.