"What did you say about the second round?" Chloe didn't know what Wang Rui was going to do, and he didn't know what Wang Rui was capable of defeating the army of the undead, but the doubts on his face didn't affect Chloe to notice that there had been a slight change in this mental world, which was originally just a depiction of the scene around the Great Plains of the Northland.

A firefly-like point of light passed in front of Chloe's eyes, and her green pupils stared at this point of light that came from nowhere, as a druid who was very familiar with the forest, Chloe instantly sensed what this firefly-like point of light was.

When the forest was overturned by fire, when the dead wood was consumed by the flames, and the burning forest was filled with this point of light that was blown into the sky by the hot air, and almost at the moment when he knew what this point of light was, Chloe was amazed to find that the whole mental world was filled with this kind of thing that could only be seen in the fire.

"This is? Mental erosion? "The sky that hung upside down the Lich Castle was covered in pitch black, the entire edge of the mental world was filled with orange fire, and behind the army of the undead, the farthest point as far as the naked eye could see, was a burning city.

"Burning Stratholme." The female knight's version of Wang Rui stood in the ashes, looked past the army of the undead with nostalgic eyes, looked at the burning city and said, "Long time no see." ”

"Actually, my mental image world has been eroded?" The dark blue soul fire in the pupils of the skull of the military lich Li Qi boiled endlessly, and the military lich who did not expect Wang Rui to give himself such a big gift ordered:

"The General Staff, position the threat level of the target at the highest level, and all the legions will let go of the encirclement and line up with the central army formation as the core."

"Yes, my lord." The nameless chief of staff, the subordinate lich, said obediently.

"Unexpectedly...... So. "Li Qi, the military lich who knew what Wang Rui was going to do through his own profound prophecy spells, seemed to be explaining to his subordinates, and seemed to be talking to himself.

Wang Rui, who watched the undead legion adjust its formation at a speed beyond the normal army, said in a reasonable tone: "That's right, otherwise it will be over at once." ”

I wanted to ask Wang Rui what he was doing, but he had been eroded by Wang Rui's mental image of first performing the true knight's unparalleled combat power and then showing a domain-level legendary match, and he felt more and more that the female knight version of Wang Rui's unfamiliar Chloe couldn't speak.

"No need to ask, just watch it, I can guarantee that the next scene, you have never seen it."

While Wang Rui spoke, he didn't know where to take out a piece of cloth, which was worn-out like a rag that had not been replaced for decades.

However, after unfolding it, Chloe realized that what Wang Rui was holding in his hand was not really a rag.

After being taken out by Wang Rui, the rag that was spread out very solemnly was a banner tattooed with a clenched silver iron-armored fist symbol.

Although it was tattered, stained with red and black stains, and even the original silver fist had turned gray, Chloe felt a tenacious will to capture people's hearts as soon as he looked at the seemingly abandoned flag.

Li Qi, the military lich who also saw Wang Rui take out this banner, seemed to confirm his prophecy, and said in a soul voice that all the soldiers of the undead army could hear:

"Prepare for battle, our enemy is the Heroic Spirit, the Immortal Immortal."

The words from the commander-in-chief caused a commotion as they spread throughout the legion, and no one knew better than them as undead warriors.

In the final analysis, the Heroic Spirits are the Heroic Spirits, which are essentially no different from the undead, the same deceased, but they are far beyond the existence of these undead souls, in fact, the Immortal Heroic Spirits are also the path pursued by the undead.

Pursuing immortality that will live forever in the hearts of the world even if it dies.

"Am I a Heroic Spirit? Like, that's really the case. Finally understanding why he could hear what these undead were saying, Wang Rui, who was tying the broken banner to a spear, said self-deprecatingly.

"Heroic Spirit? What are you talking about? Someone's unconcealed self-talk surprised Chloe, who was not as ignorant as Wang Rui, thought of a lot of things in an instant, and finally couldn't help asking: "Are you dead, Wang Rui?" ”

The living cannot become a Heroic Spirit, the premise of becoming a Heroic Spirit is that it is deceased, and the only difference between the ordinary deceased and the ordinary deceased is that the birth of a Heroic Spirit is always accompanied by the highest glory.

"Dead? No, of course I'm not dead, but it's pretty much the same. The female knight who had tied the flag suddenly said in a ** word that the polite Wang Rui would never say: "Baby, have I ever admitted that I am your dear master?" ”

"And who are you?" Chloe remembered that the female knight in front of her, who claimed to be a heroic spirit, had not opened her mouth to admit that she was Wang Rui, and asked anxiously, "Where is Wang Rui?" ”

"I'm Wang Rui, and I'm not Wang Rui." The knightess raised her spear tied to the broken banner and said, "I am just a piece of his past, a fragment of his memories living in it." ”

After the female knight finished speaking, she didn't explain in detail, left Chloe with a dazed face, turned to face the undead army of at least close to 100,000, raised the spear with a fist banner in her hand and said, "The wind is blowing." ”

Like a word, the banner that had been hanging from the spear fluttered in the broken wind from nowhere, and the unyielding banner even if it was broken showed its clenched silver fist to all the undead legions.

While all the undead were waiting for what the woman who was called a heroic spirit by her own family was going to do something, a melodious trumpet sound spread throughout the corroded mental world.

"Report!"

"Join the fight."

"For glory!"

"Listen to your call."

"Goal! Northrend! ”

"Sacrifice for justice!"

The voices continued to sound, and at some point, clusters of light and shadow converged on the female knight holding the broken battle banner and turned into the figure of one knight after another.

Among these summoned paladins were young squires who had just taken up arms, old and white mentors, female knights who were also the same as the Heroic Spirit version of Wang Rui, and even bearded dwarves who were less than one and a half meters tall.

But they all had one thing in common, as if they had just stepped down from the fierce and brutal battlefield, almost all of them were wounded, some even had a broken arm, and the other hand was holding a war hammer that would have taken two hands from an ordinary person.

Despite this, all the knights have fearlessness in their eyes, and it is precisely because of this that each of the knights summoned by the Heroic Spirit version of Wang Rui exudes an aura that only belongs to heroes.

"Are these all Heroic Spirits?" When no new knights appeared, Chloe asked in disbelief as he looked at the number of four or five hundred people around him.

"Yes, that's right, they're all heroes and heroes, and they've long since buried their bones in the Chapel of Light's Wishes." Summoning a warhorse to sit across, the Heroic Female Knight said, "But now, they will gather under this banner abandoned by Tyran Fording for a battle that has not been finished in their lives." ”

"This is the swan song of the Silver Hand, the elegy of the heroic soul of another world."

The knight rode at the forefront of the knights who had been summoned here from another world, holding high the tattered banner in her hand and facing the edge of the world of the undead army, the city that burned with an unquenchable flame:

"Everybody get on your horse, storm troopers."

After the order, the summoned paladins summoned their own mounts, set up a charging formation, and followed the slowly accelerating Heroic Soul version of the female knight, training to increase their speed.

When the speed of the knights reached its extreme, and the huge army of the undead was already close in front of them, the heroic spirit, who was only holding a battle flag and did not hold any weapons, shouted in a voice that everyone in the mental image world could hear:

“Esarustherno‘Darador‘”

"Knights of the Silver Hand!"

"Charge!"