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war3. The Frozen Throne Chapter 10 Heroes¡¯ battlefield, monsters blocking the way

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    The first thing that rose was a brilliant white light.

    Like a white-gold sun rising slowly from the distant human military formation.  The soft white light covered the hundreds of meters of battle line in the blink of an eye, as dazzling as ocean waves. It became more dazzling as the distance increased, but it did not make people feel dazzling at all. The faint ripples spread to the two armies that were fighting hand to hand, and immediately created a  Amazing chemistry.

    The silver plate armor of the human soldiers glowed in response. The soldiers felt that the injuries and fatigue from a day of fierce fighting suddenly dissipated from their bodies, and countless complex and difficult-to-discern blue symbols spread out from under their feet, clinging to their bodies like spiritual beings.  On his body, a layer of looming light blue holy power armor was condensed.  The dead man's blow touched this seemingly fragile layer of protection, but it made a crisp sound like hitting gold and iron.

    As for the enemy's natural disaster, the weakest skeleton soldier simply made a series of "ka-ka" sounds and collapsed on the ground because its level was too low.  The slightly stronger ghoul hidden among them couldn't help but scream after being exposed to the white-gold holy light. The rotting body melted like grease little by little. Even if it was not purified on the spot, it still lost the cover of the sea of ??skeletons.  , was beheaded and slaughtered by the angry human soldiers who rushed up.

    In the blink of an eye, the undead collapsed and the Holy Light rose.

    After using the Paladin's two ranged moves of "Piety Halo" and "Devotion", the white light slowly dissipated, and a tall blond young man was surrounded and came out holding a hammer.

    It was a picture of a classical knight's dress, even closer to the fictional perfection of fairy tales than the historical prototype. He was dressed in thick yet sacred silver armor, with a sky-blue cloak billowing in the wind behind him, and what made people look at him was  The pure white war hammer in his hand was almost half his height.

    He walked slowly on the battlefield, the silver armor and the golden holy light intertwined into a dazzling light and shadow, like a god coming to the world to sweep away the demons.

    Even the low morale of the battle situation has slowly but surely improved with the appearance of this human general.  Under the gaze of countless fanatical eyes, this man just took one step forward, just like the legendary God of War, holding a one-meter-long metal hammer with one hand, swinging out a ball of sharply turning silver light and shadow like a toothpick.  Wherever the silver light passed, no matter whether there were clusters of withered bones or leaping corpses, there were only pale bones and black minced meat left on the ground in the blink of an eye.

    The brilliant platinum of the holy light, the bright red blood, the human bones flying like snow, the vast swaths of white and red merged to make the battlefield hazy; while the screams of injuries, the shouts of fierce fighting, and the turbid lows of the corpses  The roar, the rough sound of the blade breaking bones and flesh, was also like a chorus of iron and blood, beating the figure of a knight who was getting taller and taller.

    Different from the single-player game where the battlefield is compressed to only two hundred people, and even more than a hundred skeleton soldiers can push the frost dragon to death; in a real magical world where tens of millions of people are killing and fighting, and there are endless spells to slaughter the city and destroy the land, it is possible for one person to fight.  Only by using your own strength to reverse the decline of the battlefield with tens of thousands of people can you be considered a "hero".

    "Finally another day passed"

    Seeing the overwhelming defeat of "ours", Luo Xia just glanced at it and stopped paying attention.  If he had met him on the first day, he would have been a little worried that the protagonist, who was obviously Alsace, would show off his might and destroy this natural disaster stronghold in one fell swoop, tearing himself into pieces along the way.  However, the repeated experiences of these three days have already made him understand that in a sense, the appearance of this proud and powerful hero is just a symbol of the Northern Expeditionary Army's reflection before they had to retreat after fighting to the limit.

    Just as he expected, even though this knight who looked like an angel descended was unstoppable, he cleared large areas of the sea of ??skeletons in one go.  However, the human army behind him did not take the opportunity to advance. Instead, they huddled together and retreated side by side. The soldiers in the front row covered their teammates in handling the dead bodies and cleaning up the battlefield, while resisting the oppressive creeping advance of the natural disaster.

    This stalemate of chasing each other only lasted for a while, and was interrupted by a series of sudden thunderous roars.

    "Boom¡ª¡ª"

    I saw the archers at the rear of the Northern Expedition projecting countless arrows dotted with flames into the skeleton array.  After the drizzle of fire passed by, and then in the pure white tide of the skeleton soldiers, countless bright red air waves suddenly bloomed. The rising explosion exploded a large piece of white bones in an instant, and the blazing fire glue ignited.  The flames turned into walls of fire, blocking the pace of the undead and allowing the human army to retreat calmly.

    But after all, the civilization of Azeroth is dominated by magic, and explosives, in addition to the flames attached, cause real lethal physical impact, which is not very effective against the undead of natural disasters.  After all, it is difficult for skeleton soldiers to be completely destroyed as long as they are not purified by the holy power. After a powerful explosion, what is really destroyed is only a dozen skeletons whose centers were burned and carbonized.  As long as the necromancers at the rear take action, most of them will be defeated.The scattered bones on the ground will immediately be summoned to life again.

    However, until the prince's army became distant black spots, no necromancer dared to take a step. The believers, including Rorschach, lowered their heads in silence, lowered their eyes in tacit understanding, and waited.  The other person leaves.

    This is also a helpless matter. The reason why these spell casters are so rampant is actually that most of them rely on the magical blessing of the ziggurat and the undead "Plague Land", which is equivalent to an inexhaustible source of mana.  But if they were far away from here, with the real skills of these newcomers who were caught temporarily to make up the numbers, they would probably run out of magic power after taking a few steps, and then be completely covered up by the counterattacking army.

    This is not just a fantasy, but a bloody lesson.

    According to Rorschach's occasional exchanges with his "comrades", he learned that in the early days of the war between the two sides half a month ago, the top leader of the natural disaster stronghold in Hanim Town, the lich Sareddin Mo, was greedy for credit.  Risking a big loss.  At that time, he recklessly jumped over the tower with all his troops to pursue. As a result, he was attacked by two legendary heroes who had been ambushing the Northern Expedition for a long time. All the original troops were wiped out, and even he himself was beaten to pieces. He only relied on the Lich's Immortal Life Box  , only to resurrect three days later, and from then on he never took a step out of the base again.  However, it was precisely because of this that Rorschach suffered the unreasonable disaster of pretending to be Schiller Cohen, and was caught by the black knights dispatched everywhere to catch strong men to fill the vacancy caused by the death of the spell caster.

    "Tsk Is this the real version of 'a primary school student jumped over a tower and was raped, causing a murder'?" Luo Xia couldn't help but smile mockingly, and then had a change of thought, "But the so-called two 'heroes', one of them is undoubtedly referring to  Prince Alsace, and the other one is probably 'that one'."

    But before he could sort out a clue, he was interrupted by the sound of hurried horse hooves. Luo Xia looked up and saw a long line of familiar jet black cavalry galloping in the direction on the other side of the battlefield.  Come, go straight past the crowd in front of the gate and enter the town.

    Seeing these culprits who put him in a dilemma, Luo Xia stood aside quietly, but the corners of his mouth were slightly twitching, and a subtle feeling of schadenfreude arose in his heart.

    If when we first met, this team of dead cavalry exuded uniformity, coldness and solemnity, which made people tremble with fear at first glance; then now this veritable "remnant and defeated general", throwing away the only  The horrific and mutilated appearance that can only be seen in R-rated movies makes people feel ridiculous and even pitiful.

    The number of knights who originally numbered dozens of units has been reduced to less than half, and they cannot even form a neat team. Most of the remaining knights are scarred, with broken limbs and arms being the norm, and some are so seriously injured that half of their body is reduced.  They all disappeared, and a kind of black and blue corpse oil flowed from the wound.  Even though Rorschach knew only a little about necromancy, he also knew that these necromantic creations could only exert seven or eight percent of their power even after being repaired by corpse limbs.

    But this tragic battle damage was only made by a certain knight.

    It seems that in order to prevent the grass-cutting effect of a certain unparalleled game, the war in this world is more similar to the fictional battle formation in the novel. The two sides of the battle adopted the "king against king, soldier against soldier" model.  And because a certain frightened lich is staying behind closed doors, the only one who can fight on his behalf to contain the protagonist is this formation of black knights who are mobile enough to match the speed of the paladin.

    The reason why we agreed to open two battlefields at the same time is actually not because one of the protagonists is pedantic and conservative.  But if both sides are allowed to enter the battle at the same time, he can certainly open up a bloody path alone, and those black knights who come and go like the wind can also rely on their speed to avoid him and kill the Northern Expedition behind him.  fall.

    But now it seems that due to the huge gap in strength between the two sides, this "containment" is nothing more than drinking poison to quench thirst.

    "It seems our prince is extremely angry." Thinking of the performance of the young knight who suddenly stepped into the battlefield at the end of the battlefield, Luo Xia paced and thought unconsciously: "If this continues at least five  In less than a week at most, the Black Knight team's combat power will drop sharply due to the reduction in numbers, and then the entire army will be wiped out. Once the power to contain the high-end combat power of the opponent is missing, Alsace will be free to lead it.  The army is unparalleled. Once the prince breaks through the ziggurat blockade at his own expense, no matter how powerful the lich in the town is, he will be unable to defeat four hands with just one fist, even with the support of a small number of undead soldiers.  , It¡¯s just a matter of hanging on for a while.¡±

    "However, the disasters that may occur in the future are certainly worrying, but what is even more terrible is the immediate troubles that are so close at hand.

    He was blocked.

    Standing in front of him were seven or eight peopleThe scattered humans were all wearing purple-black hoods and cloaks, holding staffs or holding magic books. Although they were all doing their own thing, they stood indistinctly blocking his way. When they saw him coming, they just looked at him.  He looked over indifferently, with a tone that was definitely not friendly.

    It seems to be in trouble

    Luo Xia felt cold in her heart, and such an idea couldn't help but appear in her mind.
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