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There was a brief silence in the center of the battlefield.

Renault ...... Why would you do that? Or do you think that if you come here and let me complete my revenge, I'll spare the little complex behind you? ”

"Hatred and misunderstanding have blinded you, Father! See what you look like now...... Maybe you won't listen to anything I say, just like you used to. ”

Renault dragged his weapon as he walked over to Mograine, who was sitting on his skeletal horse, until his chest and the tip of his sword were within easy reach.

"But we have another judge who is the most upright and the least lying. Is there anything I do you think...... Let the Ember Messenger judge. ”

The next moment, she made a move that surprised everyone present.

The Scarlet Crusader Commander stepped forward with all his might, allowing the Ember Bringer to cut through his armor and body, revealing the bloody tip of his sword from his back.

But that's not the end.

Although her face had gradually turned as pale as a piece of paper, Renault's footsteps continued until most of the sword was completely submerged in her body, and the armor was held up by the gauntlet.

"Scarlet Crusaders! Purify here! ”

As the not-so-loud but unusually clear command floated across the battlefield, all the Scarlet Crusaders simultaneously faced Renault and single-handedly sent something out of their chests.

One, two, ten......

Thousands of glowing golden rays of energy left their bodies and slowly floated towards Renault in the center of the battlefield.

The Scarlet Crusaders may not be qualified paladins or priests, but their almost distorted pursuit and paranoia of the Holy Light caused these faint rays of light to gradually converge in the air, and finally turned into a huge sword of holy light that stabbed Renault directly.

"Since the Ember Bringer was awakened by the Light from the shadows, then do so. I guess I can awaken it from its depravity, Uncle Tirio? ”

Old Mograini was a step slower to fend off.

The roaring light was not directed at him, but instead blossomed into a dazzling new star in Renault and the Ashbringer.

If the Holy Land is a force stirred up by hundreds of paladin heroes, then what is now being released is the Great Reckoning of the Scarlet Crusaders, constructed by almost paranoia and madness, with pure human-induced frenzy and residual divine aura.

"What the hell is she doing? What did Renault say to you? ”

Witness the whole process. Stunned, Dalkion knocked away several players who had no time to dodge and came to the Scarlet Crusader's position, where he grabbed the highest-ranking one of them and asked sharply.

"Your Excellency the Commander said that he would end this qiē with martyrdom...... He asks us that, in order not to contaminate his body with a possible plague, we are to purify his body with all the light after the signal is given. ”

There was a sense of satisfaction on the officer's tired face.

Twisted. Even in the convulsive and morbid look, what could not be suppressed was the admiration for Renault.

"Uncle Tirio...... Sally, please. ”

The white light had dissipated, and Renault's figure had vanished, Mograine's right hand and half of his forearm had turned into pitch-black char-like tissue, while the Ember Messenger had lost all its luster and was suspended in the air. It vibrates, and seems to have a life-like sorrow.

It seems a little strange.

Mograini stroked his wound with one hand, and re-grasped the hilt of the Ember Bringer with his right hand, which was close to being scrapped.

And then......

He backed away.

Under the watchful eyes of the audience, the commander, who had been in control of the entire undead force, retreated.

"You're going to betray me, Mograini? Don't forget who brought you back into this world from that cold place! ”

Arthas's cold voice fluctuated slightly, but judging by the expression, she was helpless against Mograini.

"Shut up!"

Mograini didn't give Alsace the slightest face.

"If it weren't for the power of that bullshit Lich King. What qualifications do you think you can drive me, you traitor, Arthas? Always remember that in front of you is the Ashbringer, and before that, you are nothing - you are nothing but that ridiculous identity! ”

In his own right, Arthas wouldn't even be qualified to carry Mograine's shoes, and if it weren't for the sheer power of Frostmourn, even the Ashbringer would have fallen from the wielder to the weapon. Mograini was still confident that he would be able to kill the overly idealized princess in three moves.

Ever since Mograini's name was bound to the Ember Bringer - no, it should be said that since the moment Mograini was pierced by the Ember Bringer, the soul of the Mogleni in this world no longer exists in the body, but simply lives with hatred and confusion in the soul of the sword.

Even if it falls. The power of the Ember Bringer had not diminished in the slightest, and if it weren't for Mograine's sympathy for his former colleagues and his escape from becoming the most hated thing he had been, Tirio would not have survived the stormy onslaught.

Even the Lich King can only control the undead, not against the Ember Bringer itself.

"Good, good...... Mograini! Then just watch and see how I get rid of these pesky guys! ”

Arthas took a sharp breath and never looked at the man who could defy her will.

She's only a Death Knight, not a Lich King...... But if you kill Mograine here, she won't do that unless she's already made a fool.

But someday it will.

"Let me see if your soul is as great as they say it is, Fordin!"

Arthas slammed the blue rune sword in his hand downward, urging the skeleton horse to rush directly towards the paladin.

There is no way to avoid it.

As for the 6 Takers beside Tirio, Arthas didn't even glance at them - with a single blow, hundreds of players and the Silver Dawn Soldiers were caught off guard and turned into frozen, fragile sculptures.

"Damn...... There is no way to ......"

Through the distorted gaze of the ice, 6 De watched the scene in the field with all his might.

"Arthas! I won't give in to you! ”

Tirio adjusted his attack angle, trying to keep the vulnerable parts of the hammer from coming into contact with Frostmourn.

Sadly, Arthas didn't seem to want to engage him in a power fight, instead with a simple side slash - and the already scarred Warhammer was gone.

"I got you. Fordin. Give me your soul too......"

Black-purple energy grabbed Tirio's neck and lifted him from his horse.

Alsace ...... A qiē is all your conspiracy! ”

At this moment, Mograini, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly charged into the field.

"Nonsense!"

Unfortunately, due to the injury to his right arm, Mograini was no longer able to control his weapon well. The Ember Bringer was even thrown straight out of his hands, spinning and standing erect at Tirio's side.

Tirio, who had no choice, directly pulled out the fallen Excalibur.

Light.

Not a dim candle flame, but a blazing sun.

The dawn light rose from Tirio's body, and his dazzling glamour even passed the midday sun, and even Arthas was knocked back a few steps by the impact.

"I absolutely ...... I'll always ...... Won't give up. ”

Six golden wings of light bloomed from behind Tirio, and the source of light in his right hand instantly lit up the lifeless world.

The body of the re-transformed Great Sword completely turned into a dazzling white-gold. The skeleton of the sword spine also turned into the purest holy light, and the overflowing power alone completely turned the Scourge Legion dozens of yards around it into powder, and even the resurrection of the undead could not reawaken these things that could hardly be called corpses.

The golden light was stirred up from the body of the ash bringer like a sharp sword, and rushed straight into the sky.

Even the clouds of smoke that had long filled the plague land had pierced the cracks, and the precious sunlight shone through the holes on Tirio, making the aging paladin look particularly powerful.

"Arthas—pay the price for what you've done!"

Tirio, shrouded in holy light, made a slashing motion.

It's like a groundbreaking sight. The smoke and air above the Plaguelands of the Ash Bringer, which seemed to stretch infinitely, swept through all the Scourge legions in their path, plowed deep ravines in front of Tirio.

With the extension of the tip of the sword as the center, all the Scourge legions within a radius of twenty yards, regardless of rank or number, were turned into ashes under the baptism of holy light. All that could stand was Arthas, whose armor was tattered, and the runic sword in his hand, which flickered and flickered as if it was about to be extinguished.

Frostmourn does have great power, but its own material is only Northrend's Saron Evil Iron, and even if it is strengthened by Shadow and Frost, it is still inherently inferior to the Ashbringer.

Tirio was still enjoying the bonus of the Holy Land at this time, and it can be said that the Frost Sorrow was not broken on the spot, and it was already a very sophisticated weapon to make zuò!

Sky, earth. Even the air seemed to tremble with the power of the blow.

A golden curtain of light hung down from the cracks in the clouds and projected onto the blade of the Ember Bringer, making the weapon that had faded from evil shine brighter and brighter like the rising sun of newness.

"Damn...... Fordin, this matter is not going to be over so easily. You give me to remember! ”

At the last moment, Arthas finally turned away from her body and was not directly hit by the terrifying holy light energy. Rao was like this, and the confrontation that had only taken a few seconds had caused considerable damage to her, and even the imprisoned players had recovered to normal.

"Wait for me, wait for me, Fordin......"

Due to the explosion of the Ember Bringer, the fog that shrouded the Eastern Plague Land had a tendency to dissipate, and sunlight and shadows gradually cast onto the tormented land.

"What's that?"

In the team chasing the sky, some people have their own questions.

In the northeastern sky, three pitch-black flying fortresses hung silently there, bits and pieces of maroon mist emerging from their bottoms.

However, the one in the middle of the body seems to be a little off.

To be precise, it is gradually losing altitude.

"That thing is going to fall! Run! ”

I don't know who shouted, and the players who came to their senses began to bump around like headless flies, and even the army with part of the silver dawn was in a little commotion.

"Hmph...... There will be a period later, Fordin. ”

Taking advantage of this untimely, Arthas turned around and retreated into the distance following the path opened by the Ember Bringer.