The Death Knight showed a cold expression, subconsciously raised his sword, and the water-colored light in his pupils rose irrepressibly. The sword of death that straddles between humans and the undead emits an intense cold aura that further tightens the fragile and ephemeral balance.

Suddenly, the roar of the blade tore through the silent night, and the statue-like Death Knight turned into a blurred black line in an instant, running through the distance between the two.

The magic blade that roared from the sword of death flew into the air, and in the next moment, the death knight, who had merged with the wind, was in front of Rhaeggar.

With the cold breath of death, the piercing sword wind rushed towards his face, and there was no possibility of dodging at all. Rhaegar gritted his teeth, gripped the hilt of his sword with both hands, and met it with all his might.

The Death Knight's blade is powerful and precise, but Rhaegar has to beware of the interference from the Death Breath while fighting in close combat, and although the Blessing Spell bestowed by Priest Martin has a tenacious resistance to the Death Breath, that momentary stagnation can lead to fatal defeat.

Knight Rhaeggar's left shoulder and waist beyond the chest armor had been cut open with several wounds, oozing dark red blood. And under the effect of the Sword of Death, the speed of recovery from trauma has also slowed down significantly.

Although he was not disturbed by the pain, his nerves were very clear, the trauma to his muscles had taken a toll on his strength, and his movement of wielding the Flaming Sword was becoming more and more sluggish, and he was gradually unable to dodge.

Luke, who was on the side, seized the opportunity in an instant, he flashed behind the other party, raised the Thor warhammer in his hand and slashed down. Got it...... But there was no splash of blood. There is no feeling of slashing at the entity at all. I saw that the figure of the Death Knight gradually began to fade.

It turned out that there was an afterimage in front of me. The shadow left behind by the extremely high speed is also one of the methods used by the Death Knight to confuse his enemies.

Suddenly, a flaming blade burst through the Death Knight's chest, and the scorching flame pierced through his armor in an instant. Rhaegar came to the Death Knight at some point and stabbed a sword through his chest.

This time it's not an illusion, it's the entity of the Death Knight. When Rhaegar pulled the flaming sword from the opponent's body, there was not a trace of blood flowing from the piercing chest, but his rotten flesh was burned by the flames into a pitch-black hollow.

It's amazing. The near-fatal wounded Death Knight did not show any expression of retreat or surprise, on the contrary... A smile spread across his face, a smile that no one had ever seen before, with a hint of danger, coldness, wildness......

The death knight Loren seemed to be enjoying and chasing, but the only thing that was certain was that the smile was a sincere one, putting aside all worries and worries, and placing his body and mind in the resonance of swords and swords.

That smile Luke was no stranger to, it was a smile that longed to fight the strong, and he used to have such a smile.

But I don't know why it's more dangerous to see everything on his face?

Driven by Brooke, the dense army of the undead re-ascended the walls, and these undead warriors, who knew no pain and weary of them, pounced on their prey like a raging plague of locusts.

The 5,000 armoured men led by Sir Duncan and Baron Curwen stayed where they were. Once these undead creatures have breached the gates, they can ride their horses and drive straight in. Take the fortress town on the opposite side in one fell swoop.

On the city walls, the Templars and Knights of Glory are guarded by an aura of light, and they will do everything in their power to keep these evil undead creatures at bay.

The white-robed Pastor Martin and the red-robed Father Morris prayed silently and blessed the valiant knights with divine magic until the mana in them was exhausted.

"This is the fateful moment! Let us throw off our shackles and form the perfect battle line to stop the enemy's onslaught. ”

Sir Lyon Belmont, sword in hand, had an unquenchable anger in his eyes, "We have to prove that we are indestructible, that we can defeat any enemy." That's what we're going to do, and we're going to repay the god of war for his protection!"

Even the most valiant men must be strategic in battle, and judgment and prudence are essential talents for a general. But words that inspire and motivate the momentum of our fighters are also an indispensable part of the commander before the battle.

"The invaders arrived here, but they couldn't leave alive. "For the sake of honor, at this moment, this short and stocky knight is ready to die on the battlefield. "Heaven above, under the guidance of the god of war, we will puff up our chests! Warriors!

The indomitable Sir Randy Weiss and the indomitable Sir Bob Dane are still at the side of Lord Belmont. Their sword skills were not inferior to those of the other knights on the city walls, and at the same time their courage was not inferior to that of anyone around them.

"Fight for glory and defend the walls to the death!" shouted the knights of the Knights of Glory, "Fight, fight, fight......"

In the faith of these warriors, the glory of knights was more important than their lives. Only the valiant can enjoy a noble and honorable death.

A great army, inspired by a unified will, will become extremely noble and reliable! and these warriors will be the strongest defense of the town!

"Fight for justice and banish all evil!" The Knights of the Templar Order had an equally loud and powerful slogan, "Fight, fight, fight......"

The fact that only fifty Templars were able to assist the defenders in holding back the onslaught of the undead creatures outside the walls was essential to their possession of the divine radiance bestowed upon their Heavenly Father, but their swordsmanship and tenacity were equally admirable.

Brandt was full of respect for the knights, who wore white armor and robes painted with red crosses. Although he knew in his heart that the actions of these Templars were purely for the purpose of carrying out the Holy See's purpose.

What a terrible force this was, he thought, if all the members of the Knights Templar scattered across the continent of Vialas were brought together, it would be enough to destroy any country.

When a new member joins the Knights Templar, they must not only swear to the three rules of the Holy See: chastity, poverty, and obedience. And also to swear to protect the Holy See. This is the inviolable backing of the Holy See!

Brandt knew full well that the source of the evil was the necromancer outside the city walls. He said to himself. Just get rid of the necromancer. The battle will be over.

"Since I can't fight for honor in a knightly way, I choose to end the battle as a magician. ”

Brant wasn't sure if he would be able to kill the opponent successfully, and once he was entangled by the necromancer, he might never return. And the most tragic end was when the swarming soldiers stabbed countless blood holes in his body. But this is the only chance to win.

In order not to be noticed by the necromancer on the other side, Brant quietly retreated behind the crowd, and then cast a stealth spell on his body. Then he performed a levitation technique, holding himself up in mid-air in a state of invisibility.

Suspended in mid-air, Brant quickly galloped towards the necromancer on the opposite side, and both levitation and invisibility required continuous consumption of mana to maintain the effect of the spell. He must fly to the opposite side in the shortest possible time to reduce the consumption of mana.

Outside the walls, the blood-stained shells of the skeleton warriors, their cracked and terrifying faces, and their hollow, godless eyes, climbed the ladder one after another like puppets, and climbed the wall above them one after another.

The heavy smell of blood wrapped tightly around these white figures like corpse cloth, and the blade of the sword clenched in their hands exuded a curse-like aura. The dark aura of the Death Knight caused these clumsy skeleton warriors to move with agility.

The battle began. Swords, spears, and halberds echoed in the cold wind, and the roars of warriors lingered in the night. Pause. The battlefield became chaotic, but in this state, the Death Knight was unaffected.

The bone-chilling Sword of Death quickly harvests lives and devours souls, and the Death Knight attacks faster than the wind, tantamount to a one-sided slaughter. I saw that the figures of soldiers or knights around him fell one after another.

Baron Kane looked fearfully at the Nightmare Death Knight on the other side, and the dense and maddening necromancers under the city walls, and although he deliberately suppressed his fear in front of everyone, his trembling hands betrayed the lord's heart.

He wasn't the only one scared, except for the brave knights, most of the soldiers on the walls were shaking, their whole bodies twitching, teeth and teeth, and they couldn't help but make the sound of crashing against each other.

Baron Kane couldn't control the fear in his heart, but he wouldn't back down. As a lord, he knew exactly what would happen if he fled. For the sake of his family's honor and the protection of his territory, he must lead his soldiers to fight until the last moment, to the last man.

"Soldiers, are you afraid?"

The soldiers around him looked at their lord with pretended calm, but they couldn't hide the fear in their hearts, for their frightened faces had already given the answer.

"I know you're afraid," trembled in his voice, "and I'm afraid too! ”

The baron solemnly told his soldiers, "But if we don't fight, then these undead creatures will devour our families and destroy our homes." He paused, sharply emphatizing, "Is this the outcome you want?"

"No......!" the soldiers replied excitedly.

"I'm going to defend my homeland," an older soldier shouted.

"Drive away the enemy!"

............

"Pick up your swords and hold on to your shields," Baron Kane's tone was extremely firm, and he raised his sword aloft, "Let us bravely banish these evil undead!" The lord gave the order calmly, but his tone also contained irrepressible excitement.

In the next moment, a wave-like roar of warriors erupted from the city wall, "Kill, kill, kill......"

I must sustain myself until reinforcements arrive, and Baron Kane told himself that I could neither incapacitate myself nor my soldiers before dawn, nor allow the undead creatures to advance even a small step.

However, even for the 'giants' with great power, this goal seems too heavy at the moment. Captain Luke and Knight Rhaegar are doing their best to stop their invincible opponents.

As time passed, in the fierce battle, the figures of the knights were being fed by the dense undead creatures bit by bit.

"From the abyss of hell sings, telling of immortal dreams, the cold wind blows away the hesitation, the glory of the past, penetrates the chest of yesterday, tears glitter in the curse, and the frost sorrow is poured out. (To be continued......)