One of the biggest differences between a good knight and a mediocre knight is the ability to deal with all kinds of sudden situations in a rapidly changing battle, and take the right way to deal with them.

Rhaegar undoubtedly belongs to the former.

The crystal sword was close at hand, but Rhaegar didn't panic, and the sword slammed into his feet.

Surge of magic erupted from the sword in his hand, and a gust of ice-blue wind blew, and countless withered leaves instantly faded and turned white, rendering the entire glade into a realm of snow.

[Frozen Land], an ancient sword style inherited from the Winter Knights.

Constantine had witnessed his father use this sword technique when he was a child, and now the [Frozen Earth] that Rhaegar has used is far inferior in scale, but it is almost the same in terms of power.

The ice-blue light centered on the sword in Rhaegar's hand spread along the earth like a wave of water, and the ground began to freeze, and the rain-soaked woodland condensed into a thick layer of ice.

Constantine shivered involuntarily, felt a palpitating chill under his feet, looked down to find that the frost had wrapped around his ankles, and quickly climbed upwards, firmly binding his legs.

For other professions, the biggest threat to bounty hunters undoubtedly comes from their speed, and in battle, a killer with a nimble spirit is undoubtedly the most terrifying.

On the other hand, as long as the killers can be restrained and their movements are restricted, their threat will be greatly reduced, as Count Fastia did on the top of the arena tower, preferring to be seriously injured afterwards than to find a way to haunt the ghostly nightmare.

For Constantine, the current situation meant that he could not use his stunning refraction to carry out a surprise melee attack.

Then here's Rhaeggar's home turf.

The winter swordsman swung his sword and held it across his chest, his sword already covered with a layer of frost, like blue moss-like frost flowers spreading across the slender sword.

Rhaegar pushed the ice and snow magic to the extreme, and around him was a howling ice wind, countless blades held up by the wind and flying around his body.

"It's like the snow of Winterfell, Constantine. Rhaegar muttered to herself, as if caught up in a memory.

Constantine looked at the knight who was like a brother in his childhood, and Rhaegar stood on the frost-covered earth, like the rocks on the snowy fields that had been blown by frost and rain for countless years, extremely arrogant and tenacious.

There were many complicated emotions flashing in Rhaegara's eyes at this time, pain, hesitation, struggle, and loneliness...... And so on.

But in the end, all the emotions in his eyes disappeared like a fish that fell into the bottom of a lake in winter, leaving only a cold indifference.

What was he thinking at this moment?

Are you thinking about Winterfell, or...

Rhaegar looked up at Constantine on the ice, "I'm sorry. ”

But when he said this, his eyes did not really fall on Constantine, but through the boy's body, and landed on the snowy field in the distance, the city he had sworn to protect for the rest of his life.

Constantine suddenly felt a little uneasy, and there was something wrong with Rhaegar in front of him.

For half a month, from the moment the two first met, all of Rhaeggar's abnormal manifestations flashed in his mind.

It was as if a bolt of lightning flickered through Constantine's head, illuminating many images that could not be spoken.

When he first reunited with Rhaegar in Sunset Valley, Rhaegar was very enthusiastic, but there was no surprise or excitement on his face, as if he had known about his return in advance.

Brillouin was on his way back to Sunrise during that time, and it was impossible to tell Rhaegar beforehand.

So...

Constantine suddenly felt that his heart was a little colder than the frost on the soles of his feet.

Rhaegar slowly raised his sword, and at this moment, his body and mind became extremely indifferent and cold, like real ice.

Undisguised killing intent poured out of him, and the icy wind swirled on the blade, causing the sword to emit a strange hum, like the wind lapping against the branches of a cedar tree.

The temperature in the forest became very low, as if falling into an ice cellar, and the chill came in.

Above the forest, countless tiny snowflakes fell and sprinkled on the woods and meadows.

The chill that came to Constantine's face penetrated into every pore, making him aware of the fact that it was chilling him.

Rhaegar really wanted to kill herself!

Why?

But Constantine now has no energy to dwell on this issue.

He felt his body getting colder and colder, the heat in his body was rapidly depleting and overflowing, his muscles became stiff, and it was extremely difficult to breathe, and countless snowflakes fell on his body, seeping the cold into his internal organs.

Similar to the scene on the shores of Lake Inmun that day, Rommel launched the [Winter God Ritual] against him, trying to torture him with the bitter cold.

However, compared to the ice wind summoned by Rhaegar using his sword skills in front of him, Rommel's ice magic was no different from a warm spring breeze.

That's the real cold.

Before his eyes, Rhaegar unleashed his strongest blow.

The sword slashed, and an ice-blue light illuminated the entire forest, and the extremely cold breath of winter came to the face.

The ice-blue light illuminates the dense forest like an ice palace in a fairy tale, but it has a murderous intent that never appears in fairy tales, freezing and splitting everything it touches along the way.

In the snow, everything is hazy and silent, only the ice blue brilliance, like a dream, but it seems so bleak, as if mourning and commemoration.

[Frost Sorrow], this is the sword technique that Rhaegar is using now.

It is said that the first Winterfell City Lord, who created this sword technique in history, realized the true meaning of this sword technique after witnessing the corpses of countless dead comrades on the vast snowy field.

It is a powerful frost sword technique that can only be performed by a swordsman who has abandoned all emotions and infused all his magic and emotions into the sword.

This sword is not only frozen in all things, but also the soul of the sword bearer.

Ice-blue light descended on Constantine's head with endless frost and killing intent.

Constantine knew the horror of Frost Sorrow, and when he was very young in Winterfell, he had heard about some of the legendary deeds of his ancestor, including the terrifying sword technique of Frost Sorrow.

If there were no accidents, Constantine's body would have turned into an ice sculpture in the light, and then it would be torn apart by the sword qi.

Rhaegar thought without emotion, his body and mind had fallen into a cold silence at the moment, and he was unmoved by everything, even life and death.

Even his teacher, Archduke Eliotgard, had not been able to reach this level back then, so he was unable to perform [Frost Grief].

This is the way of the sword he chose, the path of the Ice and Snow Swordsman, and the reason why he was favored by the Grand Duke and became the head of the Winter Knights.

Only a warrior with such an incomparably cold and resolute state of mind can bring the power of [Frost Sorrow] to the extreme, and become a sword that will defend Winterfell forever.

The sword in front of him condensed all the obsessions and blood of Rhaegar over the past ten years.

And he now chooses to give up all of this, including his former feelings and beliefs.

Because of this, the [Frost Sorrow] in front of him is extremely powerful, and Constantine is absolutely unable to resist it.

This is perhaps the strongest sword Rhaegar could wield in his life.

The fact that the most powerful sword was used not to kill enemies, but to kill once the most precious friend was ironic.

But if he doesn't, he won't be able to use Frost Sorrow.

Since when has his fate been forever marked with loss, destined to lose all those he once cherished.

It was not clear to Rhaegar that perhaps from the moment the Grand Duke resolutely chose to die twelve years ago, something he had once believed in had collapsed like Winterfell.

The moment he slashed the sword, Rhaegar felt his body lighten, as if all the weight had left him.

He has completed the task given to him by that man, killed Constantine, so next...

Rhaegar's eyes widened suddenly.

The ice that bound Constantine's feet shattered and turned into countless crystals in the light of the Dawn.

Constantine had already inserted the [Dawn] at his feet at some point, and the crystallization attribute of the crystal sword was instantly activated, and at the same time, an arc-shaped crystal wall appeared above his head, and the [Crystal Coffin] absorbed the chill that fell from the sky.

Constantine resumed his actions, he looked at the oncoming sword light, knew that he could not hold back at this time, and released all his magic power in one breath.

The boy's arms outstretched, his dark magic robes dancing in the wind, a low chant echoing, arcane energy forming bright sharp lines in front of him, melting the ice that sealed the earth.

【Energy Cutting】

The azure arcane light collided with the ice-blue light, making a piercing snorting sound, like a piece of abyssal magic iron that had been heated to thousands of degrees and fell on the surface of the 10,000-year-old ice.

It's a wrestling of two magical powers, arcane and frost.

A surging wave of air erupted, and the strong impact force swept away the ice and snow on the ground, blowing up countless clumps of ice chips.

The ice-blue sword had shrunk by half, but the remaining half was still slashing towards Constantine relentlessly, and its power was still amazing.

Constantine was a little surprised by not being able to neutralize the power of Frostmourn, but he wasn't too nervous.

Because of such a powerful sword, Rhaegar can only be launched once at most, but Constantine, who is full of mental power, still has enough back-ups.

A purple beam of light burst out from the young man's fingertips, colliding head-on with the flying ice-blue sword, and the blue light swallowed the purple magic beam in one gulp, but his own volume also shrank again.

Arcane --- Elemental Suppression

Constantine shook his head, if he could cultivate to the level of a crown mage and cast a high-level arcane --- [Elemental Disintegration] like Joey, any elemental magic would not pose a threat.

The mental power was activated, and Constantine quickly used the next spell, and his casting speed was dazzling.

Dozens of purple light projectiles shot out, shattering the remaining light, and after being doubly weakened, the magic of [Frostmourn] was left with little left, and it was annihilated along with the arcane missiles.

This result shocked and stunned Rhaegar.

He had known from a long time ago that Constantine was a powerful bounty hunter, and he had already mastered this information even before Constantine came to the Valley of the Sunset.

He also knew Constantine's identity as a magician, but what he didn't expect was that the magical power that Constantine held was so powerful and weird, and before he even reacted, [Frost Sorrow] had already been cracked.

Constantine also breathed a sigh of relief, if Rhaegar had already entered the Sanctuary, then he would never have blocked the sword just now, but turned around and ran.

It's a pity that there are no ifs in this world.

And, there's a lot more to work out.

"Why do you want to do this?" Constantine stared at Rhaegar earnestly, and there was no anger or surprise in his tone, but a little loneliness.

The sword just now had already shattered all the bonds between the two, and at this point, there was no room for tactfulness between them.

Like shattered frost beneath your feet.

Rhaegar sat down wearily and leaned against the tree, "Because I'm tired." Spitting out these words seemed to drain the strength of his whole body.

"So you promised Caulfield to help him kill me. ”

Constantine said, "That silver falcon came to contact you that night?"

Rhaegar frowned, "You know it all?"

"Roland told me that I didn't suspect you at first, but of course, I made some preparations afterwards. Constantine said.

"I thought I was cautious enough, but I didn't expect to underestimate your companion. "Of course, the biggest mistake I made was to underestimate you, dear Constantine. ”

At this point, everything became clear.

Rhaegar laughed again, "But even if you defeat me, so what? Azeroth is already doomed, and that night, when the teacher chose to stay in Winterfell and accompany your mother to her death, Azeroa was already on the path of doom."

As he said this, Lei coughed heavily, and the light in his eyes dimmed, "For all these years, I've been thinking about the scene of that night. ”

Constantine's hand stiffened.

"Now, I understand that at the last moment, the teacher chose your mother over his kingdom and his people, and he gave up his duties as a lord to die for a woman, so how could Azeroya not perish?" said Rhaegar as he stared straight into the boy's eyes and said with a blank face.

It seems that that that night, it was not only Winterfell that it was Winterfell, but also Rhaeggar's faith.

"I realized that what I have done for so many years is meaningless, because the master of this kingdom has long abandoned him, and what I believe in is fundamentally wrong. Rhaegar said indifferently, "And let so many people who follow me die in vain." ”

"So, it should have been over a long time ago. ”

Rhaegar looked at Constantine and said, "As long as you die, Azeroa will have no reason to continue to exist, and my companions will let go of their ridiculous pride and stubbornness and get a chance to survive." ”

"Even if you live like a dog?" asked Constantine.

"It's better than dead, isn't it?" said Rhaegar lightly.