Under the surprised gaze of the crew on the deck, the death horse carrying Belmont jumped directly out of the airship. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 The ice flames burned on its hooves, stepping on the crushed ice that was constantly condensing in the air, and the death horse galloped towards the swirling vortex in the sky.

Silver lightning bolts streaked across the sky, and the wind elemental that surrounded the airship was seen as the Bladed Knight rode into the sky. Immediately hit the target on his body, and dozens of lightning arrows blocked Belmont's surroundings in all directions.

"Againstashield"

The green magic shield spread out, blocking the lightning bolts fired at Belmont. Channeling a steady stream of mana to the magic shield, Belmont rode his horse straight towards the wind elemental army.

"Get out of here!"

In his right hand, he holds the Sword of Oberlinen in one hand, and in his left hand he pulls the reins. Belmont galloped across the sky towards the wind elemental army, wielding his sword left and right to slash at the wind elementals that approached him.

With the death and cold greatsword, he easily slashed a wind elemental in two, and the frost magic then turned the core of this wind element into ice slag. With his backhand, he smashed another wind elemental flying from behind him, and the green magic shield neutralized more than a dozen lightning arrows that bombarded it, but after canceling out the lightning arrows, the magic shield dimmed.

Then dozens of lightning bolts flew from the front of the Death Horse. Bombarded on top of the dimmed magic shield, this time after neutralizing the lightning arrows, the green magic shield cracked in a large area. Seeing that it was about to be destroyed by the attack of the lightning arrows that were constantly fired towards Belmont, but the next moment, the magic power transmitted from Belmont's body directly filled and repaired the cracked shield.

With an endless supply of magic, Belmont forcibly propped up an anti-magic shield to block the magic that the wind elementals fired at him. Rushing left and right, in a large group of wind elements, he forcibly rushed out of a path that went straight to the vortex above the sky.

"Impactonaround"

The whistling cold and frost surrounded Belmont's blade, and as he swung his greatsword forward, the ice-blue torrent raged towards the front, and all the wind elements in front of him were directly shattered and destroyed by the ice-blue torrent.

"Popular"

Boom !!!!!

Transferring the magic power to the Death Horse through the link, the Death Horse let out a long whistle, and its speed suddenly increased by several steps, pulling out layers of phantoms, carrying Belmont to the vortex in the sky.

Belmont rode on a galloping horse, slaying all the wind elementals that stood in his way. One man and one rider, forcibly breaking through the encirclement of hundreds of wind elements, the cold wind and rain in the sky hit Belmont's face, ignoring the chill coming from his skin. Although it is not a completely dead person, the body transformed by Gotik is no longer the flesh and blood of a living person.

The Flesh Curse used by the Elder Gods after their defeat at the hands of the Titans is the source of all mortal races. Because of this curse rooted in the soul, there is now the coming mortal age.

And now, after a long period of transformation, the body is no longer flowing with blood that has permeated the flesh curse. Rather, it flows, from the magic of the void. At its roots, Belmont is now a half-elemental being. The flaws that many flesh creatures said they would have were no longer a big deal for him now.

Just like now, the cold raindrops hit his body, and he could feel the cold in it, but his body no longer reacted to the cold. After asking for Gottik's control over him, Belmont often wondered, what the hell is he now?

Is it a traverser with an elven outside, or a non-human monster?

I'm afraid that now he is more inclined to the latter.

But now, Belmont is heartily grateful to Gotik for not being the necromancer, and he wouldn't have the power he has now. In the past, he tried to change history, but under the tide of fate, the power brought by him before was simply not enough. The real world of Azeroth is not something that can be used to block and kill gods and demons in a team of 20 people.

When he came to this world, he is no longer a foot man with BLZ protection.

After being crushed by the tracks of history, he has been reborn and has strong enough strength. In the past, after the reunion with the eternal dragon, the two sides fell out, and he was able to defeat the dragon who easily defeated him ten years ago with his current strength.

Now that Belmont is in phase, he has the power to play in history. Perhaps in the past, he was unable to face the rolling trend, but now he has the qualifications to resist the established history. Now, however, in this time of impending cataclysm, he knows that with his present strength, he will not be enough to fight against the enemies of the future.

As his own soul half said at the time of amnesia. The waters of this world are too deep, and the Lich King, who brings fear and calamity to mortals, and his army of the undead, are no match for the immortals who will emerge in the coming chaotic era.

The wings of death that tear apart the earth, the king of fire demons who unleash torrents of fire, and the wind rider who rules the sky. Hiding in the shadows, the ancient gods who are always plotting to destroy this world and escape from their cages. In the mist, the four spirits of Pandaria, and the thunder god Thunder and Lightning King, who is far older than the ancient elven dynasty.

In the reversed time and space, the torrent of steel oppresses all things. A linked timeline, on top of the Broken Isles, the Legion returns. The enemies of the future will be more terrifying and stronger than the other.

But what was Hugh Belmont's original goal? He is familiar with the world and knows how grim the future will be, but he still has no hesitation and stepped into this world.

Swinging the sword, he pulled out a purple sword light, and with the support of a steady stream of magic power, it disappeared into a purple sword light, slashing the wind elements wearing iron armor and holding swords and shields in front of him. These elite wind elementals are the Grim Wind Spirits, the guards of the Wind Riders of the Sky Wall.

However, even these more powerful wind elementals couldn't stop the blade of the Black Blade Knight. The blade of the sword, the direction of the sword, were all smashed by the galloping Belmont.

Roar!!!!

These elite troops could not stop Belmont's charge, and an angry roar was heard in the vortex high in the sky. An angry consciousness came to this side of the world. All of the wind elemental creatures, at the behest of this consciousness, all pounced beyond Belmont. Even the wind elementals that were besieging the airship withdrew from the airship one by one and pounced towards Belmont.

By this time, Belmont had galloped in front of the whirlpool in the sky.

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"One ride, facing thousands of troops!" Miss Warlock opened her cherry mouth in surprise, stared at the figure galloping in the sky, and asked with an incredulous expression, "Those weirdos............ I mean, those Death Knights, are they all that strong? ”

"I don't know, when I'm sure it......" said the orc warrior Leonidas, looking at the Death Knight in awe, "he must be a strong man, if he is an enemy, then he must be the most terrifying enemy, but if he is a friend...... I'm lucky to be able to fight alongside such a warrior! ”

"What an exaggeration!" Seeing the wind elemental that surrounded the airship retreating, Ronell lowered his drawn bow and arrows, and there were not many arrows left in the quiver behind him.

"This is the Black Blade Knight who escaped the control of the Lich King, I can't imagine how terrifying it is for the Lich King to be able to control such a strong man!"

"But I'm glad that now, the Knights of the Black Blade are on our side."

"You say yes, right? Cowherd! ”

"Oh? Oh, oh, oh, oh........" Looking at the death knight running in the sky, the cowherd subconsciously responded, but there was a confused look in his eyes.

"Cataclysm? What is that? Why, after seeing that vortex...... Would I think of this? ”

He whispered to himself, "Why the hell am I missing, part of my memory?" That, the Death Knight............. Why do I think that he shouldn't show up? However, at this moment, his teammates, their attention was on the sky, and they did not hear his whispers.

Under the eyes of many adventurers from all races of tribes and tribes on the airship, they were full of surprise and excitement. Belmont galloped into the air, slaying down all the wind elemental creatures that dared to approach along the way.

In the whirlpool, there was another roar of rage, and all the wind elements sped up, surrounding Belmont's figure and pounced on it.