Click!

The thief's dagger accurately stabbed Belmont in the back, but a thin layer of ice appeared on Belmont's body, firmly blocking the thief's dagger. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

【Frost Nova】

Belmont's body glowed blue, and a ring of ice centered around him, rapidly expanding. And the thief, who had an ineffective blow, subconsciously jumped back after seeing the blue light on Belmont's body. When the ice ring expanded, the thief's figure suddenly blurred, and the figure pulled out a black line, and suddenly burst out at an astonishing speed. Just out of the expanding range of the ice ring.

After the thieves broke away from the expansion range of the ice ring, they galloped straight into the distance without slowing down.

Hum!!!

Seeing the thief who showed his figure, he tried to escape. Belmont snorted disdainfully, pulled the reins of the death horse, and turned his head.

【Fractureofreality】

A dark red light flashed, Belmont, who was riding a death horse, and the thief, who had already run some distance. After a flash of dark red light, they all came to the middle of the two sides, facing each other.

"How do you want to escape?"

Looking at the frightened thief in front of him, Belmont sneered and raised Oberlinen and slashed at the thief.

Qiang !!!

In the critical moment, the thief held two daggers to his chest. Oberline slashed straight at the thief's chest, the dagger and blade intersecting with a crisp sound. However, although the thieves withstood Belmont's attack and avoided death, the force of the blade blasted him straight away.

Touch!!!

The thief slammed into the stone wall and slid limply. Two daggers fell from his hands and fell to the ground.

"Scourge lackey, do you want to know how to die?"

At some point, Belmont had jumped off the death horse. He walked up to the paralyzed thief against the stone wall, and put Oberline on top of the thief's neck.

With the blade of his sword, he picked open the veil that the thief was wearing. A withered face was revealed, a face that belonged only to the dead. Seeing this, Belmont's face was filled with murderous intent. Pictures of the past continue to appear in its mind, the dark days of being controlled, the past that rebelled against fate but was crushed by fate. The kingdom of Quel'Salas, who fell in the flames of death, the Ranger general who fell under the sorrow of frost......

“...... I have been thanks to you all these years! Scourge Legion! ”

Belmont raised the blade and aimed it at the thief on the ground. "I hope your master can be as stupid as you, so that we can easily taste the thrill of revenge!"

"Go to hell, bastard!"

"Wait...... Ahem...... For... Sylvanas.... Victory! ”

The blade fell, but stopped at the thief's head.

"You...... What did you just say? With a gloomy face, Belmont stared at the undead beneath the blade.

"For the victory of Sylvanas..... I am not your enemy, Blackblade Knight! The thief who sat on the rock raised his head, his eyes empty, and looked at Belmont and said, "I am the Forsaken, a member of the tribe......"

"Do you think I'm going to believe you?"

"You will, Blackblade Knight! No one is more familiar with the undead than you......"

Looking at the undead in front of him, Belmont took a closer look at it, and soon found that the undead in front of him were different from the undead in the control of the natural disaster. At the very least, the undead in front of them have a large degree of free will, and are not as self-aware and intelligent as most of the Scourge undead.

"If that's all I have, I can't trust you......" Belmont said...... You know, the Scourge Legion is not full of brainless undead. ”

"I'm Shadow Agent Balsus, and I'm registered with Warsong Fortress. If you don't want to believe it, you can go back and find someone to check! ”

"Then why are you attacking me?" Belmont asked.

"That's just a test...... You've spotted the Nebru army that is gathering too, right? There was a tunnel exit to the surface, and my accomplices and I were going to blow it up, but because of a lack of manpower. I didn't dare to act until I found out that you ......," said Barsus.

"I see your strength, you're strong, Blackblade Knight! One person can annihilate an army, so it's going to ......"

"Planning to invite me to join? But before that, you'll have to formally test my strength, right? See how strong I really am? ”

"Yes, it's my job. One of the jobs of a shadow agent is to spy on intelligence. Not only the enemy's, but also their own people. "I'm sorry, Your Excellency, but it's my duty............ I'm offended! ”

"If you still don't believe me, please wait a minute, I've already left a signal to my accomplices before. Leading the team is King Razger! ”

After thinking about it for a while, Belmont decided to believe what the undead in front of him said for the time being. He seemed to have heard the name King Razgar, as if in his memory, there was such a name. Although now, he doesn't remember it so clearly.

And, even if it's fake, so what. Unless it's at the level of Kel'thugad. Otherwise, how much you come is also a part of the food.

Remove Oberline's blade from Barsus' neck.

“...... Undead, even if your words are false, I won't care. If the trap awaits me later, then the undead, you and your accomplices will be torn apart by me! ”

"Thank you for your trust, Your Excellency!"

Barsus breathed a sigh of relief, and struggled to his feet. It can be seen that the sword of Belmont before, although it did not actually cut at his body, also caused him damage.

Even if he is a forgotten person, it is difficult to endure this kind of hurt.

Soon, however, the thief, who called himself the Shadow Agent, relented, stood up, and picked up the two daggers that had fallen to the ground, and put them in their scabbards. He stood aside with a respectful face, his hands naturally vertical, signaling that he was harmless.

Soon, Belmont met with what Barsus was talking about as an accomplice. A group of orcs rode the wolf and came to Belmont's side. At the head was an orc warrior with a dark red sword on his back.

"Haha, Barsus, it looks like you had a 'pleasant' conversation before I arrived!"

The orc warrior at the head jumped down on the wolf and walked in front of Belmont laughing.

"Are you the foreign aid that Barsus is looking for?" The orc set his sights on Belmont. "I've heard that you can defeat a hundred, and that's just right, the tribe needs a warrior like you. I am Razgar of the Warsong Clan, and I salute you, warrior of the tribe. ”