"Ras Frostwhisper, that idiot, failed again?" There was not a trace of blood on his elegant face. He was draped in a black knight's cloak and wielded a crimson greatsword. His blue-black armor was suffused with a black deathly aura, and he was riding a skeletal warhorse with two white goat horns. A terrifying figure appeared on top of a small hill in the southeast of the beach.
Following that, more figures with similar appearances appeared.
They were the core forces under Arthas, the Death Knights led by Baron Rivendare.
"A vanguard with arcane puppets as the arrowheads." Rivendare sneered as he put on his gauntlets. "This is the trump card of those long-eared creatures. Let's go, I want a calamitous victory … for His Majesty the Lich King!"
Behind him, the Death Knights in black armor unsheathed their gleaming swords. Their deep-set eyes glowed red as they replied in unison, "By the will of Ner 'zhul."
They charged!
The seemingly weak skeletal warhorses possessed unimaginable agility and strength. They carried heavy armor and carried a fully-armored knight, yet their movements were comparable to those of apes.
Normally, heavy knights wouldn't like a sandy battlefield, but in front of the skeletal warhorses, it was no different from flat ground.
The giant arcane puppets that shook the earth with every step turned into clumsy puppets in front of the Death Knights. The Death Knights used their dark magic and superior weapons to quickly dismantle the war machines that the high elves were so proud of.
"In the name of the Holy Light —" It was clear that ordinary elven warriors and rangers were defenseless in front of the Death Knights. A high-ranked Paladin, Riadeline, led the Silver Hand Paladins to the frontlines.
This made Rivendare frown, but he soon revealed a smile.
"Paladins! It's the fall of Paladins that makes it interesting! "The more devout a Paladin was, the more powerful they would become when they fell. With Arthas as an example, the Lich King had spread this hint within the Scourge. If they could drag the strongest Paladin down, the Scourge would also have the strongest Death Knights.
More than one Undying looked at the Seven Silver Sages.
It was a pity that the Seven Silver Saints weren't just any Tom, Dick, and Harry. Other than Uther's soul, who had died in battle, and Tirion and Gavinrad who were still trapped in Karazhan, Bolvar, Reginald, Saidan, and Turalyon were mostly commanders who led large armies whenever they went out.
Below them were the likes of Mograine and Abbendis, who were equally difficult to deal with.
Now that Rivendell had discovered a High Elven Paladin whose aptitude was not below that of the Seven Silver Sages, he was excited to hunt him down.
Noiselessly, Rivendell's skeletal warhorse that was coveted by countless players in Du Ze's world began to accelerate.
That was an extremely fast speed.
What was even more unfathomable was that Rivendell was able to become one with his mount after accelerating to the limit. Using the shadows of his death knights as cover, he was able to shuttle through the shadows.
"Hammer of Wrath!" Channeling the holy light in her body, Riadeline smashed a Death Knight and his horse into smithereens with a single swing of her hammer.
But just as she was about to unleash a new attack, Rivendell's crimson two-handed sword arrived.
It was an angle that she would never have noticed. Just a tenth of a second ago, her comrade, a male Paladin with long golden hair, was standing there. But the blade of the sword avoided the Paladin's neck and pierced through the back of his hair, aiming for Riadeline's carotid artery.
[Divine Shield]!
Riadeline, who had no time to dodge or block, immediately tried to activate the Paladin's life-saving skill. But she was a step too late. Her vision was filled with illusions of terrifying existences baring their fangs and brandishing their claws.
It was obvious that she was ambushed by a powerful Warlock.
With the power of the Holy Light and her extraordinary willpower, the power of [Fear] was not too strong. It only affected her movements slightly.
In a battle between experts, there was only a fine line of difference.
This fine line could mean the difference between life and death.
Just as she was about to be struck by the sword, Riadeline saw the existence that ambushed her. It was the Psychic Dean Gatling, another powerful enemy ranked by the Alliance. He was no longer a human, but a Lich.
Everything seemed to have nothing to do with Riadeline because she was about to die, and if a miracle didn't happen …
It was … a bolt of lightning that fell from the Nine Heavens.
In the nick of time, the first thing that arrived was the dazzling purple lightning. After a full second of delay, the ear-shattering explosion rang out.
"Bang!"
"Rumble —"
Double Shot!
But they hit the targets at different distances at the same time.
Dean Gatling used [Flash] to dodge half of the attack, but in the midst of the flickering light, he was still hit. Half of his robe was blown to pieces, revealing a skeletal body that only had bones left.
Rivendell didn't have it any better either. One of the undead warhorse's horns was blown off. The undead warhorse couldn't withstand the destructive power and was sent flying, throwing Rivendell out.
"Cirvanas?" The female Paladin cried out in surprise.
The agile Death Knight didn't seem to give up and used a dark spell on Riadeline. But the female Paladin recovered and used holy light to negate the spell.
"Kill that female ranger first!" Gatling shouted. Rivendell changed his target and charged at Cirvanas.
Their choices were usually correct. Compared to the Paladins, who had thick skin, could heal themselves, and were invincible, Rangers were too weak.
If it was an ordinary ranger, the combination of the Death Knight and Pharaoh would definitely be a nightmare.
Rivendell ran over and stretched out his left hand, attempting to use the power of darkness to pull Cirvanas over. Unfortunately, he failed.
According to Cirvanas' movements, his arm turned twelve times. In fact, the high-speed Cirvanas changed directions a total of 36 times. Her speed was so fast that only a series of illusory afterimages were left behind.
And every time she changed directions, three lightning bolts would be shot out. Two were for Gatling and Rivendell, and one was for the Death Knight who wanted to get involved in this pinnacle confrontation.
These elite Death Knights were powerful enough to take on a hundred enemies at once.
Unfortunately, the one in front of them was the stronger Cirvanas.
Gatling couldn't hold on any longer after the 12th arrow. From the 20th arrow onwards, his body began to explode from the lightning. The remaining 16 arrows were more like a whipping of a corpse.
Rivendell wasn't much better off. He could split apart the arrows, but he couldn't block the powerful lightning bolts. By the time he recovered from the paralysis effect of the lightning, he discovered that a bowstring as bright as the moon was already stuck to his neck.
In the next instant, a rather handsome head was sent flying into the sky …
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