The moonlight darkened, the night began to break, the pale blue sky was studded with a few remnant stars, and the earth was hazy, like a light veil shrouded in silver-gray.

The hour before dawn is the darkest, and the darkest hour is also the time closest to light. For the knights who remained on the walls, the dawn of victory was about to rise from the east.

On the city wall, the dying Father Morris looked at the scene in front of him, and suddenly remembered a philosophical saying in his mind: no matter how long the road is, there will be an end, no matter how long the night is, there will be an end, no matter how big the storm is, there will always be a time to stop, and the dark clouds will never cover the sun!

A blazing infernal flame erupted from the Nightmare Beast's snort towards the red-robed old man, and the flames mercilessly devoured Father Morris's withering body. At the moment of death, the cardinal cast a final blessing spell on all the warriors on the city walls.

The arrival of the light soon dissipated in the roar of the ghouls, and before the shadows of the walls could show any visible signs of movement, the undead were once again stirring up in the rags of ice. The undead who carry out the burning will, led by the Death Knight, are raging pre-dawn madness.

Witnessing such a horrific scene, the Templars swung their swords even more frantically, fearlessly rushing towards the dense crowd of undead creatures around them. In order to prevent the same tragedy from happening again, four Templars carefully guarded the equally frail Priest Martin.

The river of time is slowly flowing with its eternal justice and patience, but the beings bathed in it can no longer endure the eternal immutability, and every second that the knights support on the walls must pay for a great deal of blood.

For humans. This moment. Time crawls by like a snail slowly; It's as slow and hard as years.

At this moment, Sir Leon is like a beast on the verge of a desperate situation, waiting for an opportunity to fight back, leading the knights to support him. He was waiting for the dawn to come. Waiting for reinforcements to arrive, but what is reflected in his eyes is nothing but enemies or enemies.

Waiting is a poetic eye full of anticipation, a piece of music that floats with mysterious colors. It should not be an impatient wandering, but an accumulation of energy, actively seizing fleeting opportunities and striving to achieve good wishes.

In fact, the waiting of the weak is like a yellow, lifeless fallen leaf. It's a stagnant water without the slightest ripple. And the waiting of the strong lies in absorbing energy and preparing for action, like the brewing before the eruption of a volcano, and the calm before the rolling of huge waves.

Instead of retreating, two tall and strong bodies are intertwined. In just a few breaths, the two sharp weapons exchanged dozens of blows, and the sound of thunderous impact resounded throughout the city wall.

Luke no longer blindly parried, but fought back vigorously.

Perhaps it was the wails of the soldiers that shook his heart. It's like shaking the gentle and kind heart of the knight's flower. Rhaegar's heart was so tangled, and it was painful to scream. It's like being twisted by a big hand.,Pull it out.。

Blood poured from the giant's wheezing chest and thick, strong arms, and his armor was covered in frost and a faint red oozing. He was wounded, but on the surface he couldn't see where the wound was.

The color of the Reaper's sword changed, staining it with blood and crimson on it. The crimson had bloodthirsty strength, and even though Luke was wearing heavy armor, it had opened a laceration wound on him.

"Very well, it's fun to fight. There was a hint of excitement in the Death Knight's flat tone. Maybe it's because I've found an opponent who can compete with me. The Death Knight decides to give it a go and enjoy the battle.

How long has it been forgotten? this feeling of focusing on savoring the battle......

The simple sound of heartbeat echoed in my ears, and the subtle tension entangled in my heart like a vine. Suddenly, the fighting spirit ignited, like lightning in the sky, illuminating the wound in the heart of the Death Knight that would never heal.

In the face of these two experienced and well-coordinated enemies in front of him, even Luo Ren, who had experienced countless battles, felt that he was not completely sure of defeating the other party, and that kind of invulnerable defense coupled with the assistance of magic could not be broken through with speed and reflexes alone.

The Death Knight suddenly unleashed a powerful Thunder Slash that caused the Rhaegar Knight to collapse immediately. The edge of the Death Reaper's sword immediately went straight to the opponent's handsome head.

But the blow was still unsuccessful, and the golden flames caused by the Holy Light Technique suddenly erupted between the two of them. The flames formed a shield in front of the Rhaegar Knight, and then slammed down on the undead. At this life-and-death crisis, Reverend Martin once again rescued Knight Rhaeggar.

The cold light that poured from Loren's chest distorted and distorted the power of the holy arts, but the armor worn out in the battle could no longer support it, and it was like glass, disintegrating into countless fragments with a crisp sound.

Enduring the stinging burn, the Death Knight barely dodged the two knights' flanks, and then hurriedly retreated again and again. The Rhaegar Knight's movements quickly caught up, and from a distance it looked as fast as thunder and lightning, especially compared to Luke, who felt that his attack was as fast as a leopard.

Unexpectedly, Luke did not continue to pursue, but leaned the hammer to the side and unfastened the armor himself, except for the helmet that covered his face. The dark armor was thrown to the ground with a screeching sound.

The heavy armor limited the giant's strength and speed, and Luke, who had stripped himself of the burden of his burden, felt his whole body filled with the power of the waves. What was striking was the burst wound on his back, and the blood gushing out of it almost filled his back.

The wound was deep to the bone, and the pale spine shook in front of Pastor Martin. And the rest of Luke's body also had different large and small cuts, and blood rushed out of his body like a fountain. These wounds were inflicted on Luke when the Death Knight used Death Coil.

The Death Knight can summon the power of darkness as he wishes, releasing dark arrows with death power from his hands, inflicting massive damage on the Death Knight's enemies. Or heal his undead companions.

Pastor Martin had to expend his mana, which was about to run out. Perform a healing spell for the giant in front of you. When the white light flashed, the blood stopped flowing from his body, and the wound was slowly healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The sound of the metal clash was like lightning in the air, and the crunch of metal clashing across the eardrums swept through the eardrums, and Rhaegar's palm immediately lost consciousness - the sword of death was more powerful than a giant axe, and it was hard to imagine what kind of stubborn killing intent was condensed in that weapon. His body also lost its balance at the same time, and the whole person was knocked off the ground.

But a qiē is only a brief and uncatchable moment, before revealing a fatal flaw. Rhaegar was already somersaulting in the air, quickly adjusting his posture like a nimble bobcat.

Under the protection of Captain Luke, the light figure did not fall into the edge of the Death Knight's sword, but remained firmly in the air, looking down at the Death Knight in front of him from a high place.

"Hmph, I'm really underestimated. The Death Knight muttered softly, and his tall body leapt onto the wall, and before the other could detect his intentions, the Death Knight used it as a springboard and swung his sword. Slash at targets that stay in the air.

A blazing flame immediately detached from Rhaeggar's sword and roared to meet it. Try to intercept an enemy who is attacking wildly. But that ferocious flame was swallowed up in an instant by the cold aura emitted by the sword of death.

Why? How could this be...... When he saw the qi qi in front of him, the breath of death was rushing towards his face, and the light that hit his head made Leiga's tense nerves stop working in that moment. He subconsciously raised his sword to block, but this time, the suspended body no longer had any support. When the ice collided with the flames of the sword, Rhaegar smashed into the hard ground like a kite with a broken string.

The impact caused Rhaegar's back to ache and his chest to the pound. But under the stormy attack of the other party, Rhaegar had no room to breathe at all. If Captain Luke hadn't blocked him in time, the moment he landed, the ensuing sweeping attack would have cut him in half.

There's no room to fight back!The Reaper's sword is so hard that if it were slashed, it would probably shatter even the bones, right?," Rhaegar thought. There were no wounds on his body, but under the pressure of the cold sword wind, every part of his body felt as if it was soaked in the cold seawater, and he felt a piercing pain.

However, you must not die here, or else...... The adorable smile on his son's face naturally came to Rhaegar's mind. He had no choice but to let the blade stay in the space where it could be turned and wait for an opportunity to move.

Defend! Defend! Don't attack, delay time, you must support until the reinforcements arrive here! The knight's flower gritted her teeth and told herself. Rhaeggar, now you don't have the capital to fight!

"You have to know one thing clearly, the biggest feature of the Death Knight is not only its fierce combat effectiveness, but also the runes that can adapt to various situations, which is the foundation of the Death Knight's strength. Let's take a good look at what runes are. ”

A cloud of red energy light appeared on the Death Knight's sword, and then the bright red energy disappeared into the sword, and then, another cloud of ice blue light rushed into the death knight's long sword. Although the body of the long sword has not changed, Rhaegar can still keenly perceive that the cold long sword, the obsidian inlaid on the sword body, and the pitch-black water chestnut, shoot out a strange brilliance.

Just as magic can be divided into arcane, elemental, and shadow, runes can also be divided into three categories: blood, frozen, and dark.

Blood runes, which can be used to summon necromantic minions and are associated with various curse spells. The more advanced the blood rune, the more powerful the necromantic minions can be summoned.

The Death Knight swung his sword, and the bright red light flickered. As if sensing the call of the Death Knight, five skeleton warriors armed with giant axes climbed up from the corpses on the city walls, and not only that, but as if to confirm the Death Knight's attainments in blood runes, three more skeleton archers and five skeleton mages climbed up.

Thirteen necromantic minions, that's not a lot. However, being able to summon more advanced skeleton archers and skeleton mages shows that the strength of the Death Knight is not weak. Moreover, Rhaegar could also clearly feel that it seemed that the death knight in front of him still had room and did not show his real strength. (To be continued......)