Soldiers from the Royal Guard of Stormwind relied on their shields to build a circular shield wall for the carriage, and the soldiers tried to remain as calm as possible to deal with the dangers of the silent night. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

A dazzling holy light attached to the sword, and Captain Lucas, who led the lead, threw out the heavy battle shield in his hand.

The life-like shield slammed straight into the shoulder of a black shadow, and after a few bounces, a blinding light burst out from around Captain Lucas as he rushed by.

The golden light of persuasion gathered on the night-clad killer, and Captain Lucas pressed his hard shield against his cold neck.

"Say, Who sent you?" A deep voice rang out, and Captain Lucas stared at the assassin deadly.

Without any answer, the black shadow assassin who was choked by the throat dodged and was about to fight back. Helplessly, Captain Lucas was faster, and the hard battle shield instantly broke the assassin's throat.

The assassin, who was knocked three meters away, lay down for a few seconds, and then supported the ground with the dagger in his hand and slowly began to fight.

"Be careful, Captain!"

A young soldier shouted and suddenly ran out of the ranks, fending off the sharp dagger behind Lucas with his shield.

The golden shield had an extra silver-white scratch, but Lucas didn't feel a trace of relief for the rest of his life, he was disgusted by what the young paladin did!

"Lawrence, go back to where you're supposed to be defending!" Lucas is well aware that there is not only one enemy here. Outside the shadows of the Silver Pine Forest, more than fifteen such hunters lurked.

Lawrence shuddered to the carriage, and he raised his sword and steadily integrated his shield into the circular shield wall.

There was only one captain left in the ten-member Paladin squad to confront these Assassins. The enemy is in the dark, and we are in the light. Lucas had to come up with enough strength to defend against the surprise attack of these assassins.

The countess, who was sitting in the carriage, clenched her fists, her hands tightly gripping the hand of the archmage sitting across from her, her face full of worry.

The Archmage made a quiet gesture and cut Katrana's hand on his chest, meaning, trust him.

Knowing what kind of power her man possessed, Katrana bit her thin lower lip and nodded quietly.

From his time in Lordaeron, Rollin boarded Katrana's carriage. Immediately after the meeting of the alliance in Lordaeron, Rollin instructed all the archmages to secretly protect the foreign ministers who had returned to their country.

Protecting the ministers who agreed to decide the Alliance's decision was incomprehensible to Khadgar and the other magisters, but Rollin insisted on ordering them to do so.

Now this point in time is the most critical moment in the history of the entire alliance and even in the history of the Eastern Kingdom.

The Elder Gods, the forces of the Burning Legion, are all mixed in the Cumulonimbus clouds that preceded this storm, and they also wield the power to create lightning and storms.

As Rollin expected, Catlana's carriage was still in danger on the way back to the merchant ships in Nanhai Town.

Khadgar had hoped that the guild would be able to provide these ministers with the service of teleporting spells, but after thinking about it for a while, the archmages felt that these foreign ministers would not appreciate it at this critical moment.

Listening to the sound of steel clashing outside the carriage, Rollin dissipated the arcane orb that had condensed in front of him.

The orb's lone arcane shield was quite successful, fending off the coachman's fatal wounds for half a second, and also dodging the eyes of the undead killers.

At this moment, the frightened coachman was curled up under the carriage, and he didn't dare to breathe more.

Patting Katrana on the shoulder, Rollin motioned for her not to make any noise.

The beautiful countess slowly closed her eyes, and she reached back with her hands to prevent the image Rollin from casting a spell.

Katrana closed her eyes in peace of mind as she could feel the sound of Rollin's breath and breathing.

Spreading out his left hand, Rollin condensed an arcane orb that had been processed with special information. Through this kind of energy that has been processed by arcane energy and can rely on the divinity controlled by Rollin, it was successfully captured by the mage team in the north of the Silver Pine Forest.

Using the magic signs created by Quel'Thalas's runestones, Romans converted the messages sent by Rollin into words.

Beyond a kilometer, there is no mental level communication between the Magisters. Not to mention the distance of more than forty kilometers.

However, the wisdom of the magicians of the Secret Society, including mages and apprentices, will not be hindered by such distance.

It was only just now that Luo Lin used the spell casting method that relied on the information transmission marker made by the young high-level magician of the Magic Secret Society.

Judging by the results so far, it has worked quite well.

"The Governor of the Council has been raided by the Undead Slayers, and it seems that Lordaeron already has a base to create these killers." Romans put away the runestone message sign and looked towards the town of Ringing Bell in the Tirisfal Glade.

"Need the information captured by the Shadow Breaker?" Thiel said.

Romans shook his head, and he motioned to return to the northern lands of Lordaeron first.

Rollin in the carriage was still waiting, his divinity not perceiving these creatures without any breath. As long as these creatures remained still, the necromantic aura on their bodies could not be detected by Rollin.

The current Rollin didn't want to let go of any of these monsters, so he was very unkind to use the power of this seasoned paladin to try to make all the necromantic assassins appear.

Rollin knew the paladin named Lucas, who he had met on his first trip to Fort Watch.

Of course, Rollin didn't completely put the captain in danger, he condensed five arcane orbs in the carriage. Surge with an orb of agility arcane brilliance that can fend off deadly attacks that kill Lucas at the most critical moments.

The swift arcane energy of time magic was the inspiration that Rollin received when he re-entered Sulama.

Four silver-white bone-bladed daggers surrounded the current Lucas, and the seasoned paladin faced the assassin who appeared at this time, moving his steps steadily.

These undead assassins were fast, they were at least twice as fast as Lucas.

The targets of the four sharp daggers were all Lucas's vital parts, neck, heart, back, and even skull. With every defense, Lucas had to brace his spirits.

Fortunately, the baptism of war and pious faith allowed Lucas's Holy Light power to be fully displayed here, and Lucas still had the strength to spare.

"I don't care who you are, the assassins who dare to attack the Earl of Stormwind head-on have no chance of being forgiven!" Lucas, carrying a shield strike of heavy force, slammed into the chest of the Necromantic Assassin.

The two necromantic assassins were clearly no match for the paladin, and the power of the Light not only repelled the attackers, but also caused their bodies to be burned by the Light to varying degrees.

The necromancer lurking in the shadows waved his hand, and he motioned for three more necromancers to come up.

The corners of the necromancer's mouth rose slightly, and he was unusually excited about this raid mission.

A simple assassination can not only hasten the storm, but also prove the strength of the Assassins created from their own hands.

The five Assassins gathered around Lucas, who wiped the sweat from his neck from his helmet.

Lordaeron was already quite cold as winter approached, but Lucas's actions tonight seemed to make him feel the days of serving in the Cursed Lands.

A land tainted by evil energy and a murderous machine created by the bloodthirsty orcs of lurkers everywhere.

The Necromantic Assassins' ability to act is still the same cold program, raids, assassinations!

It's not just one Necromantic Assassin who does this, but all five Assassins act in unison.

This made Rollin, who was lurking in the carriage, understand one thing, these necromantic assassins were mindless, and there was a creature lurking in the shadows of the forest that controlled them.

The problem seemed to be even more problematic, and Rollin couldn't understand why the controller would let his assassins carry out this raid in such a way.

With an additional five arcane orbs, Rollin wanted to maximize Captain Lucas's ability to become a knight worthy of all the necromantic assassins.

These necromantic assassins could not have done half the assassination, and the master in the shadows knew very well what the decision to attack the countess of Stormwind was.

The razor-sharp white dagger pressed forward step by step, like a well-coordinated combat squad, and every shot of the Necromantic Assassin could match the attacks of other Necromantic Assassins.

Attacking five Assassins at the same time may affect their respective attack abilities due to their position, but surprisingly, these Necromantic Assassins do not have such a problem.

Each attack and attack matched his companions, and the distance traveled by Captain Lucas's dodging attack was filled with a more powerful dagger to his retreat.

Captain Lucas's stamina was enormous, and after barely dodging a throat-slicing attack with a boneblade dagger, he bent down to pull up his shield to repel the Assassins.

However, half an hour of fierce fighting significantly dampened his speed, and he missed.

The battle shield didn't stand up immediately, and a sharp dagger pierced his eyes.

Without thinking, Lucas, at the cost of exposing his left eye, once again brandished his shield to repel the Assassins.

However, to Lucas's surprise, his left eye was still there and he was not hurt in the slightest.

Unbelievable, he didn't have any chance to escape the Assassin's attack.

Lucas wasn't in doubt, for he had more threatening battles ahead of him.

"Thank you, Light!" Lucas whispered.

In the next battle, every time Lucas is mortally threatened, a miracle happens.

Such a miracle of light made Lucas's attack faster and faster, because he had already subconsciously thought that he might not be harmed by these assassins with the blessing of the Holy Light.

This embarrassed Rollin a bit, as he had already created more than twenty Arcane Orbs of Time.

Luo Lin, who can mobilize the arcane energy of the entire Silver Pine Forest, doesn't care about the consumption of these arcane energies. He waited for the manipulator to act, and Rollin could afford it.

"Very good, Paladin. Your power will be respected as much as you deserve. ”

The bare white knotted hand channeled the breath of necromantic magic, and the necromancer untied all the Assassins.

"It's over!" The necromancer ordered the assassins to attack the carriage directly, and with a sneer, he stepped out into the shadows of the Silver Pine Forest.

"It's time to finish!" The azure light and shadow flashed behind the necromancer in an instant, and the arcane confinement circle created by Luo Lin restrained the necromancer to death.

The necromancer, whose hands were trembling, whispered, "Rollin, you, how did you appear here." ”

"Donald, you shouldn't have taken this path." When Rollin saw that the mage in front of him had been a trainee magician in the Secret Society of Magic in the Silver Pine Forest, he felt a pang in his heart.

The muscles of his skin and even his body had wilted, and the necromancer turned slowly, his cloudy eyes falling on the council leader.

Helplessness and unwillingness were written all over Rollin's face.

Donald smiled bitterly and said, "Chief, I'm sorry, but I had to. I had no talent and suffered from discrimination from my peers. I don't get the slightest respect in this world of magic and power, so I want to be stronger, to be as powerful as the Parliament Captain. ”

"Parliament Chief, that's ridiculous, isn't it?" Donald said with a smile on his stiff face.

Rollin patted him on the shoulder and said, "There are some things that cannot be forgiven, and this world cannot withstand such devastation. ”

Arcane energy slowly rose from the imprisoned circle, and the power of annihilation instantly engulfed the necromancer.

"Chief, thank you for knowing my name!" Donald shouted.

Rollin shook his head and walked out of the forest. He condensed twenty Flame Burst Techniques and killed them all in an instant.

After the battle, Rollin motioned for Lucas to escort the countess away.

Lucas, who saw the Grand Magister again, subconsciously touched his neck, and he looked at Magister Rollin suspiciously.

Rollin smiled and nodded.

Lucas shrugged his shoulders, leaned down and shouted, "Old Bode, come out, we're on our way." ”

The coachman climbed out from under the carriage, smiled awkwardly, and stepped onto his horse.

After the battle, Rollin sent the body of a necromantic assassin to the arcane circle, and after the energy converged, Rollin and the assassin's body were teleported together to the magical secret branch in the northern lands of Lordaeron. (To be continued.) )