"Really, paladins are all one or two, troublesome guys!" After the mage shook off the blood stains on her sword, she said to herself, "However, it has finally been resolved, although you are not as good as the paladin I killed in Havenshire, but you are also the second opponent who can make me serious." Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info"

"And as you just said, now you are a warrior, and in the same way, excellent warriors, in the end, their fate is to die in battle without exception!"

The air rippled, and the female mage casually plunged the sword in her hand into the ripples, and then the sword disappeared into the air. He stepped aside and picked up the downed staff, and turned to the table where Roddick had been sitting in the room.

There were dozens of scrolls and parchment scattered on the table, and the mage flipped through them, and soon noticed a closed notebook. Reaching for it, he opened the notebook, which was full of various time plans and routes.

"The patrol route of the Scarlet Crusaders, and the timing, yes, this is the way to buy." After the female mage glanced at the contents of the notebook a few times, she put the notebook away, "Now, the blood poison guy, there is no complaining to complain!" ”

Turning, the mage left the table and walked to the door, and when she reached out to push the door open, she paused and looked back at Roddick who had fallen in a pool of blood.

"By the way, and that guy from Kurdila! I almost forgot! ”

As she spoke, the female mage raised her staff and aimed it at Roddick's corpse, and the purple arcane light on the staff lit up again, and wisps of purple light poured from the crystal onto the female mage's body, and in the glare, the female mage disappeared in place, and then, a human intact and identical to Roddick lying on the ground appeared.

"Now it's good!" The staff disappeared from Roddick's hand, and at this time, the murderer not only became the same appearance as Roddick, but even his voice was in sync. The murderer who killed Roddick used magic in a grand way, turned into a dead Roddick, and impostored!

"It's time to go and fish out Kurdila, lest Sasarian go crazy by then, really, it's all over, two big men are still playing this game............" 'Roddick' shook his head helplessly, stretched out his hand and pushed open the door, turned back to the corpse lying on the ground and whispered softly, "Then, I'll borrow your identity, I wish you a good dream, Paladin Roddick!" ”

Touch!

The door closed, and the dead Roddick fell in a pool of blood, quietly waiting, waiting for other soldiers to come and discover the scene of the tragedy, but all this has nothing to do with Roddick, the paladin, this world, a more chaotic era, is still slowly opening his curtain!

The future, an era that belongs to mortals, is approaching.

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――――Perspective Change――――

I used to be a Ranger of Quel'Thalas, a proud High Elf, and my name was Kurdila.

Once upon a time, my people prospered under the light of the Well of the Sun, and I thought that this day would last forever, and that I and my people would enjoy the share of the bounty for generations to come.

However, time is ticking, and times have changed as we rest on our laurels. Tides of death spilled over the sun-drenched kingdom, and armies of the undead spread deadly plagues along the way, waking dead bodies from the dead along the way.

Accidents happen when we think self-righteously that the magic that has sheltered Quel'Thalas for countless years will shelter us as it once did. The magical barrier that enveloped the kingdom was gone, and my people and I had to face an endless army of the undead in flesh and blood. In the end, we were defeated, and my brother, Fatola, died on this battlefield.

That's when I got to know him, Thassarian, a death knight who still had a conscience in his heart. lured him out of the army of the dead, and with the help of the forest, he took advantage of his unsuspecting situation and put the sword around his neck.

I could have killed him, but I didn't, because he showed mercy to my brother on the battlefield. It made me realize that his heart was still fighting against the forces that controlled him. So, I tried to talk to him, hoping to use words to get him out of the darkness.

"Trying to survive and then fighting for your future is not cowardly or reckless."

"Maybe not, but I can only be called brave and resourceless when faced alone."

"Listen to me, I've been following you since the fall of the Temple of Ann Orn...... Observing you, I know your name is Thassarian. You could have killed my brother at the temple before, and I believe you almost killed him, but there are things in your heart that make you hesitate, and some of you suppress this behavior, so I believe that your soul is still alive in your body...... Constantly shouting and struggling to resist what your prince is forcing you to do. Free from his influence, Thassarian, join us, and then fight with me, for the memory of your past, for the memory that lies deep within, be a righteous and sincere person. ”

"You don't know what's inside of me, Elf. But I ...... will let you go, not finish you out tonight. But understand this: the next time we meet, I'll aim this sword at you. ”

"Whatever you want, let the strong win."

I failed, and in the end the two of us faced each other again on the battlefield, and this time I was defeated. When the dark forces awakened me from death, I became a death knight like Thassarian.

Subsequently, the friendships forged on the battlefield maintained the communication between us. Yes, Thassarian, he is a human being, but now, he is also my brother. In all these years of conquest and war, in this cold 'family', he is the only person I can call a friend.

So, now, for the sake of the Scourge Legion's plans, Thassarian and I have served under the name of the High Lord Darien Mograini, leading the Knights of the Black Blade to launch an attack on the Scarlet Crusade.

While on a stealth mission, I was exposed. Besieged by hundreds of soldiers, I fought bravely, but in the end I was still outnumbered. However, the Scarlet Crusaders who were supposed to purify me did not purify the undead as they usually did.

A priest named Valos led his monks to imprison me, what did they want to do?

Soon, I knew, torture and torture! Torture of the living is meaningless for a dead undead, however, this priest has figured out a way to torture me with the power of the Light.

He and his monks locked me in a dungeon and poured the Light into my body, and the power of the Death Knight spontaneously confronted the Light. And this confrontation made my body weak, and I could feel a sharp pain tearing through my consciousness every time the Light shone on me.

My will is getting more and more depressed, and I have to admit that there is torture in this world that tortures death knights. And those who torture me, they are venting their hatred for us, because our existence has ruined everything they once had.

Reasonable revenge, isn't it?

But I was worried, not for me, but for my friend, Thassarian, who must have known about my situation. With what I know about him, he will definitely be hot-headed and want to save me, because if it were me, I would do the same.

But now, I don't want him to break into this dangerous place in order to save me.

So, Tassarian, you damn fool, don't be stupid!