The first thing that rose was a brilliant white light.

It was like a white-gold sun, rising from the distant human army. The soft white light covered the battle line of hundreds of meters in the blink of an eye, dazzling like ocean waves, and became more dazzling as the distance lengthened, but it did not make people feel dazzling at all, and the faint ripples diffused to the two armies in close combat, and immediately produced an amazing chemical reaction.

The human soldiers' silver plate armor emitted an echoing light, and the soldiers only felt that the injuries and fatigue of the day's fierce battle in their bodies suddenly dissipated, and under their feet were countless intricate and indistinguishable blue symbols, like spirits, clinging to their bodies, condensing into a layer of looming light blue holy power armor. The blow of the dead touched this seemingly fragile layer of protection, but it let out a crisp sound like hitting gold and iron.

As for the enemy's natural disaster, the weakest skeleton soldier simply let out a series of "click" crisp sounds and scattered to the ground because of the low rank. And the slightly stronger ghoul hidden in it couldn't help but scream after coming into contact with the white-gold holy light, and the rotten body melted little by little like grease, even if it was not purified on the spot, it was beheaded and slaughtered by the angry human soldiers who rushed up after losing the cover of the sea of skulls.

In the blink of an eye, the Necromantic collapsed, and the Holy Light rose.

After casting the "Aura of Piety" and "Devotion" two paladin's range moves, the white light slowly dissipated, and a tall blonde youth was surrounded and came out with a hammer.

It was a classical knight's dress, even closer to the perfection of fairy tale fiction than the historical prototype, a thick and sacred silver armor, a sky-blue cloak tumbling in the wind behind him, and the striking thing was the pure white warhammer in his hand that was almost half his height.

He walked slowly on the battlefield, the silver armor and the golden holy light intertwined into a dazzling light and shadow, like a god descending into the world, sweeping away the demons.

Even the battle situation with low morale, with the appearance of this human general, turned to slowly but surely climb. Under the gaze of countless fanatical eyes, this person just took one step forward, like the legendary god of war, holding a meter-long metal hammer in one hand, and unexpectedly wielding a toothpick to pull out a rapidly turning silver light and shadow. Everywhere the silver glow passed, whether it was a cluster of dry bones or a fluttering ghoul, in the blink of an eye, only a place of miserable white broken bones and black minced flesh remained.

The splendor of the holy light platinum, the surging blood is bright red, the human bones are like snow, and the vast expanses of white and red merge to make the battlefield hazy; And the screams of the wounded, the shouts of the fierce fight, the murky roar of the ghouls, the rough sound of the blade breaking bones and **, are also like a chorus of iron and blood, dancing the taller and taller figure of a certain knight.

Unlike a single-player game where the battlefield is compressed to a population of 200 and even more than 100 skeleton soldiers can push the frost dragon to death; In the real magical world where tens of millions of people kill and fight, slaughter cities and destroy the land are endless, only those who can reverse the decline of the battlefield of 10,000 people with the power of one person can be regarded as a "hero".

"Finally another day......

Seeing the defeat of the "own side", Rorschach only glanced at it and stopped paying attention. If he first met on the first day, he was really worried that the protagonist who was obviously Alsace would be in a big way, destroying this natural disaster stronghold in one go, and dismantling himself to pieces along the way. However, the repeated experience of these three days has already made him understand that in a sense, the appearance of this proud and powerful hero is just a symbol of the Northern Expeditionary Army's return to the light before the Northern Expeditionary Army has reached the limit and has to retreat.

As he had expected, although the angel-like knight was unstoppable, he knocked out a large blank space in the sea of skulls back and forth. The human army behind him did not take the opportunity to advance, but retreated back side by side in a group, and the soldiers in the front row covered their teammates to dispose of the dead corpses and clean up the battlefield, while resisting the oppressive wriggling advance of the natural disaster.

This stalemate lasted only a moment, and was interrupted by a series of sudden thunderous roars.

"Boom---"

I saw the archers in the rear of the Northern Expeditionary Army projecting countless arrows dotted with flames into the skeleton's array. After the drizzling line of fire swept by, and then in the pure white tide of skeleton soldiers, countless waves of bright red qi suddenly bloomed, and the rising explosion instantly scattered a large area of white bones, and the blazing flames ignited by the blazing glue turned into walls of fire, blocking the pace of the necromancy, allowing the human army to retreat calmly.

However, Azeroth's civilization is based on magic after all, and in addition to the attached flames, explosives actually cause a physical impact that kills the caste, which is not very effective against the undead of natural disasters. After all, for the skeleton soldiers who could not completely die as long as they were not purified by the Holy Force, after a round of powerful explosions, what was really destroyed was only the more than ten skeletons that were burned and carbonized in the center. As soon as the necromancer in the rear stepped out, most of the scattered white bones that were scattered on the ground would immediately be summoned again and alive.

However, until the prince's army became a distant black spot, no necromancer dared to take a step, and the disciples, including Rorschach, bowed their heads in silence, their eyes lowered in a tacit understanding, waiting for the other party to leave.

This is also a helpless thing, the reason why these spellcasters are so rampant is actually mostly based on the magic blessings of the psychic tower and the undead "Plague Land", which is equivalent to having an inexhaustible source of mana. But if you stay away from here, with the true level of these newcomers who have been caught by them temporarily, I am afraid that they will run out of magic power after taking a few steps, and then they will be completely killed by the counterattacking army.

This is not a simple conjecture, but a bloody lesson.

According to Rorschach's occasional communication with his "peers", at the beginning of the war between the two sides half a month ago, the supreme leader of the Scourge stronghold in Heinim Town, the lich "Saledin Mo", suffered a big loss because of his greed for merit. At that time, he rashly pursued all his troops across the tower, but was caught between the two legendary heroes who had been ambushed by the Northern Expeditionary Army for a long time, and all the original troops were wiped out, even he himself was beaten to pieces, only with the help of the Lich's Immortal Box, he was resurrected again after three days, and since then he has never taken a step out of the base. But it is precisely because of this that Rorschach will be subjected to the impersonation of Schiller. Cohen's unwarranted calamity was caught by the Black Knights sent out to fill the void that had arisen since the death of the spellcaster.

"Tsk...... Is this the real version of 'Elementary School Students Crossing the Tower and Killing Bloodshed'? Rorschach couldn't help but smile mockingly, and then thought for a moment, "But the so-called two 'heroes', one is undoubtedly the Prince of Arthas, and the other is ...... Probably 'the one'. ”

However, before he could sort out a clue, he was interrupted by a rush of horses' hooves, and Rorschach looked up, only to see a long familiar pitch-black cavalry galloping in the direction of the other side of the battlefield, straight past the crowd in front of the gate, and into the town.

Seeing these culprits who had put him in a dilemma, Rorschach stood quietly, but the corners of his mouth were slightly outlined, and a subtle sense of schadenfreude rose in his heart.

If the first time they met, this group of deceased cavalry exuded uniformity and cold solemnity, which made people shudder at first sight; So now this veritable "remnant of the defeated army", throwing away the terrifying and mutilated appearance that can only be seen in restricted movies, will only make people feel ridiculous and even pitiful.

Originally, the number of knights with dozens of units had been empty, and they couldn't even form a neat squad, and most of the remaining ones were scarred, stumps and broken arms were just the norm, and some of the seriously injured ones simply disappeared, and a kind of black-blue corpse oil flowed from the wounds. Even if Rorschach didn't know much about necromancy, he knew that even if these necromantic creations were repaired by corpse limbs, they could only exert seven or eight points of power at most.

And this kind of tragic battle damage was only forged by a certain knight.

It seems that in order to prevent the mowing effect of a certain Musou game, the war in this world is more similar to the fictional battle array in the romance, and the two sides of the battle have adopted the mode of "king to king, soldier to soldier". And because of the relationship between a frightened lich and the closed door, the only one who can replace him in the battle to contain this protagonist is this group of black knights who are mobile enough to match the speed of the paladin.

The reason why he agreed to open up two battlefields at the same time is not that a certain protagonist is pedantic and conservative. It's just that if the two sides are allowed to enter the battle at the same time, he can certainly carve out a bloody path alone, and those black knights who come and go like the wind can also rely on the advantage of speed to avoid him and kill the Northern Expeditionary Army behind him.

However, now it seems that due to the huge gap in strength between the two sides, this kind of "containment" is just a drink to quench thirst.

"It seems...... Our Royal Highness the Prince is furious. Thinking of the performance of the young knight at the end of the battlefield who suddenly stepped into the battle left and right, Rorschach crossed his steps and thought unconsciously: "If it goes on like this...... In a minimum of five days and less than a week at most, the Black Knight squad will be wiped out due to a sharp drop in combat power due to the reduction in numbers. Once the power to contain the high-end combat power on the opposite side is missing, Arthas can also lead the army to open its arms. When the time comes, once that prince breaks through the blockade of the psychic tower at the expense of his life, then no matter how strong the lich in the town is, but his two fists are invincible to four hands, even if he has the support of a small number of undead miscellaneous soldiers, it will only be a little longer. ”

However, while the potential future disasters are worrying, what is even more fatal is the immediate troubles that are just around the corner.

He was blocked.

Standing in front of him were seven or eight scattered human beings, all dressed in purple-black hooded cloaks, or holding magic staffs, or holding spell books, although they went their own way, but they stood faintly blocking his way, and when they saw him coming, they only looked at him indifferently, with a sense that was definitely not friendly.

Seems to be in trouble......

Rorschach's heart was cold, and such a thought couldn't help but come to his mind.