Mograini is a great friend to me, but he's not like Fordin. Fording is gentler and Mograini is more fiery. Fording always feels relatable, and Mograine's warmth always gives me a feeling that he is unconsciously strong.

He is also very strong indeed, he is a warrior who can rival the combat power of a paladin with his own flesh alone and not relying on the power of the Holy Light. A monster like Saidan Dasohan can't pick out the second one in the entire human world, and no one dares to say that he is second when he says that he can do the damage of a paladin who is emitting holy light with his physical strength alone.

At least that's what I'm thinking about.

And then he even realized the meaning of the Holy Light...... Well, either he was later revered as a banner, a symbol, an icon, a guy called the Necrons, the Ember Bringer.

We don't know how he figured it out, but he couldn't hold back a fart in Tarunmere, and he wielded the great sword made of filth purified by the Holy Light and unleashed the destructive power of the Holy Light to destroy the world.

But such a great warrior died...... Killed in battle. What's even more tragic is that now he has not been laid to rest, but has become a knight of the undead scourge.

I don't think he didn't know me, he must know me, but he didn't hesitate to raise the great sword to me.

"Kel'thugad wants you dead!" He roared and rushed over.

Old Mograine's armor seemed to be stained with dust, and the color of his face seemed to be the lifeless black of a dry twig. His eyes were lifeless, his face was expressionless, and there seemed to be no mood swings even when he shouted the words that wanted me to die.

Even more terrifying was his sword......

More than once I have heard them tell them about the legend of old Mograini and the great sword, and in their mouths the great sword is called the "Ember Bringer", although it is called the Ember Bringer, but it shines with the most holy light, and the sword is invincible.

But when I saw him raise his weapon, I couldn't connect with the sword known as the "Ember Bringer". It has no brilliance, the blade of the sword is as if it had been buried in the soil for hundreds of thousands of years and dug up, without lustre, only rusty. Not only that, but the sword body was not shrouded in holy light, but a faint layer of green flame. If that was the former "Ash Bringer", then it had really fallen into the dust.

His sword slashed straight at my head, and it was no problem for me, and I dodged it as soon as I dodged it, but the war horse under his crotch was much more agile than a human war horse, and that kind of sudden stop was impossible for a living war horse to do anyway. I only heard the sound of the horseshoe rubbing violently on the floor, and I even saw sparks from the horseshoe rubbing against the ground when I turned around.

And as the horse stopped and turned sharply, Mograine twisted his wrist, and the great sword was raised again by him with one hand, and it was another powerful slash.

I know his strength, and I definitely don't want to compare my strength with him, not to mention that the weapon in my hand is only suitable for close combat, and the length of his sword is close to far more than a meter.

At this time, it is simply licking blood on the head of the knife, but there is no way. My companions had not completely defeated the other three knights at this time, and the three knights were wounded but not dead, and they were not dead, and it was only a luxury to hope that they would reach out to me.

Can you understand this ...... Is it a dilemma?

Mograini was moving quickly, and I could only be glad he was facing me and not the group, and I was sure to take one with him as soon as he rushed into the group.

And Mograini seemed to know what I was thinking, and he went straight to my companion after a sharp stop, and I screamed, but before the scream fell, the guy had already rushed behind my companion, and the sword he raised did not slash down but stabbed him directly.

Cool to the heart.

"No!" Darien called out.

Mograini ignored it, shook off the guy he had stabbed to death, pulled the reins and rushed towards Darien.

This scene is absolutely unforgettable, really, the father raised the butcher knife against his son!

It is said that there is a son who kills his father, and it is almost impossible to see a father raising a knife against his son, and this scene is really unacceptable to me. Mograini raised his knife without the slightest hesitation, as if it were not his son but an enemy who had to be killed.

Darien didn't let out a "ah" as he raised his weapon to block Mograini's slash.

I almost screamed at this scene.

"Father!" Darian tried to shout after fending off Mograini's attack, this time with a hint of sadness.

Mograini didn't say anything, but raised his greatsword sharply.

His movement of raising his sword is really neat, and his flowing water is very natural and powerful, and he really doesn't feel a trace of pity and affection at all.

"Father!" Darien shouted again, but this time he was already timid. That slightly trembling voice was not sadness, but timidity! The son's cowardice in the face of his father, and the cowardice in the face of the situation.

Mograine was about to cut down again, but the dwarves pounced on him from behind.

Knocking old Mograini off his horse is a great achievement! But before I could be happy, I saw that old Mograini directly turned over and grabbed the dwarf who was pressing on him, and the dwarf's round and thick body was pulled away by him.

The dwarf flipped to the ground, and old Mograine's sword was really sharp, and when he pulled the dwarf away, the big sword had already adjusted the tip of the sword, and went directly to the dwarf's chest.

The dwarf wears plate armor, at least his breastplate, but when the blade of the sword pierces into his chest, it is like a knife into cheese.

The dwarf didn't even scream, and just froze.

"Father, what are you doing!" Darien is still calling.

I don't think I have time to explain this to Darien, but I really want to explain to him that he should stop shouting, it's useless. But I don't feel like I have time, it's all fleeting, I can't explain it!

Darien didn't dare to pounce up, he didn't dare to stop his father. At this time, in front of old Mograine, he suddenly ceased to be a warrior, but felt like a child begging his father.

"Don't shout!" I yelled.

Mograine kicked the dwarf away, and blood spurted out. But he directly raised the blood-stained sword and slashed at Darian. Darien tilted his head and ducked, "What are you doing!" It's me! ”

"Stop shouting! He's not your father! I shouted and rushed forward.

I attacked from behind him, leaping to my feet and slamming my hammer straight into its head, he didn't have a helmet on, and I decided I would never show mercy to my men.

As soon as my hammer fell, he turned around, not moving fast enough, perhaps because I was rushing too fast, he only raised his greatsword to parry.

My warhammer slammed into his greatsword, and he snorted, pushing me out of the way.

My attacking stance didn't lose my center of gravity or deform as he parried me, and I quickly raised my hammer and smashed it down again.

"Dang!" I gritted my teeth.

"Dang!" I'm not going to give him a chance.

At this time, I slammed the great sword he parried as fast as I could, and I had only one purpose, which was to knock him down, that is, to suppress him.

"Father, open your eyes and see, it's me! I'm Darian. ”

When Darien said this, I was extremely irritable, I could say very angry, if it was normally, I would spray it directly in his face, blind?

But at this time, I gritted my teeth and didn't have time to open my mouth to speak, I had to suppress him with the fastest speed and the most ruthless force, how could I have time to open my mouth to speak. One mouth leaks!

And Mograine, who was forced by me to almost squat, "Ah" and went straight away, I am not exaggerating at all, at this time I smashed him with the power and speed of a living person who can parry me three times are heroes, see if I don't give you numbness in my hands!

But not only did he parry, but he had to get at least twenty or more blows.

His burst of power pushed me to a stagger, and I couldn't touch it, I couldn't see it, and I felt like there was a huge force in front of me directly on my chest and face.

Leaning back, I struggled to maintain my balance, but he moved quickly, holding the sword in both hands and not raising it, but brushing it flat against my neck.

I quickly crossed the hammer and blocked it. He gritted his teeth and stuck to it.

At this point, I had a face-to-face fight with him.

I stared at him, and he was no longer lifeless and expressionless, but also showed a fierce light. I gritted my teeth, and he gritted his teeth. I glared and he glared.

"You're going to die anyway today!" I squeezed the words out between my teeth.

"Today you are no matter what...... Gotta die! He squeezed the words out between his teeth.

"Kill you and you'll be free!" I can't wait to say that out of my nose.

"Kel'thugad asks for your head by name!" As he spoke, he held his breath and increased his strength.

The greatsword in his hand played to his advantage, and the force of one hand pressed against the sword was much greater than that of my cross-parry.

"I'll kill him too!" I snorted.

"I'll put your head ...... When it was brought to him...... Speak to him with your own mouth. As he spoke, the force was more than I had ever been exposed to, and the force that was transmitted from the heel to the calf, along the knee and up from the back of the thigh, from the inside and outside of the thigh, through the hips and waist, to the back and shoulders, and the force of my body was pushed back.

He lifted a foot and kicked me on my little stomach, and suddenly I lost the support of my feet on the ground and flew straight up, and then fell heavily to the ground.