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war3. The Frozen Throne Chapter 27: The devil¡¯s edge is glaring, death is hard to come by

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    Those are a pair of red eyes.

    His pupils were also as red as blood, but they were different from the external manifestation caused by Rorschach's genetic power. His eyes were simply filled with evil and violent scarlet colors, and the depths of his eyes were as cold as the depths of the North Pole.  The glacier here solidifies and freezes all emotions and pity.

    There is no doubt that even though he is permeated with a fierce and fierce demonic temperament from the inside out, this prince is not at all confused about being manipulated or tempted. His eyes are as firm as ever. He only faced the evil with an iron will, but now it has turned into a life-freezing force.  Thousands of years of ice and cold.

    But for adventurers on their first mission, this is undoubtedly the worst situation.

    Rorschach's vision had gradually blurred due to the blood loss from the wound, and then distorted into a mass of bizarre colors.  And in his calm heart, there was a faint bitter smile. He originally thought that as long as the magic sword was given up, the manipulated paladin would be reborn, but he did not expect

    From beginning to end, everything this proud crown prince did was sincere.

    But, why is this?  After Rorschach's initial surprise, confusion and confusion followed.

    If according to the script originally planned by the Lich King, Alsace, who was abandoned by everything he loved and lost everything he cherished in his heart, abandoned himself and pulled out the magic sword, succumbed to evil, grew out of love and hate, and chose to become  The peerless demon king who kills his masters, friends, and relatives is indeed excusable.  But in this time and space where Rorschach intervenes, although Alsace is still abandoned by his lover, he has awakened from his blind anger and is no longer paranoid about the narrow sadness and resentment of being abandoned. Why?  Make the same choice?

    But no matter what, the situation at hand became even worse with Rorschach's misjudgment.

    Arthas was silent for a moment, then suddenly smiled and said proudly: "I was a little resistant to this power but I didn't expect that without the Holy Light, I couldn't even crush you two insects to death!  "

    As soon as his cold words fell, the sky suddenly darkened.

    It was as if night had suddenly fallen, and as he raised his remaining arm into the air, countless jet-black threads flowed out from his fingertips, and the braided fur rolled in the wind, and the black curtain was covered with pure dark crystals like diamonds.  Like the gravel of the Ganges floating endlessly on the standing knight.

    This black curtain suddenly shrank and stirred, wrapping around the prince's body like splashing ink. The stumps that were originally on the ground rose up without wind. As the black lines like silk cocoons merged layer by layer, Alsace looked over indifferently, indifferently.  He raised his reshaped arm and held the ice blue magic sword straight on it, pointing at the enemy in front.

    However, although this series of changes were so fast that Corpse Girl on the side could not interrupt due to temporary loss of strength, Rorschach on the side could not "just watch" him perform the miraculous self-healing even if he was scarred.

    So he raised his head slightly and opened his eyes.

    Only this time, the fatal red beam did not appear again.  Because just when Rorschach was about to take action, the death knight on the side had already rushed to point him out. As the magic power surged, a large fluffy black curtain spread rapidly like thick smoke, and in the blink of an eye, the area within a hundred meters where Rorschach was was turned into a vast expanse.  In the black fog, his mutant beam just appeared, but because of the darkness around it, it was unable to touch the red spectrum and could not be converted into substantial lethality.

    This move "Dark Canopy" was originally a non-lethal low-level spell that was used to reduce the daytime sunlight's effect on the undead. Any high-ranking Black Iron-level mage apprentice can use it with ease. Now it was suddenly used by Alsace.  came out, but temporarily perfectly sealed Rorschach's mutant Cyclops power.

    "Darkness can indeed suppress your power. No wonder you have been covering your eyes with black cloth." Alsace was originally quite afraid of the sudden light attack, but now that the dark sky was taking effect, he couldn't help but feel relieved and turned to look  He looked at the corpse girl who was standing quietly beside her.

    "According to the memory in that sword, this move seems to be called - 'Death Coil'." He first explained, then moved the connected arm, with a sarcastic look on his face, and then said, "Speaking of which  The feeling of this kind of power is really the same as that of Holy Light. Even the method of using it is seventy or eight different. Could it be said that from the beginning, the most suitable thing for me was not the hypocritical Holy Light of the Paladin, but  The deepest death?"

    "Okay, you will naturally have the opportunity to listen to the rest of the nonsense after you turn into servants crawling at my feet. So now, are you readyto welcome death?" He asked slowly with a cold smile.

    This rampant declaration of death and his evil ability to regenerate severed limbs are enough to make even the toughest brave man inevitably feel despair. But for the corpse girl who has long lost her emotions, it is just a matter of holding the weapon in her hand again.  Blade, guard silently??In front of Rorschach who was bleeding on the side, he just launched the final counterattack.

    It is indeed the final counterattack.

    Rorschach is really at the end of his rope and has no way to reverse the situation.

    After all, he is not a demon king named Chu Mingxuan who is actually the author's doppelg?nger, and his opponent is a legendary fallen hero. This series of confrontations has pushed his intelligence, which is only slightly higher than ordinary people, to the limit, not to mention that his own cards are really strong.  Too little. After the last move, "Suicidal Counterattack," and Alsace's sudden burst of dark spells lost their effect, he was truly close to a desperate situation.

    Moreover, although the tall, cold-faced beauty stood erect with a knife as always, her inner strength had begun to decline rapidly, and she was no longer as violent as before.  After all, as long as the author is not personally taking care of the protagonist who opens his golden fingers randomly, the human body's potential will always go through a process of decline and decline after the initial explosion. Even the so-called unlimited potential power must be tapped regularly to truly unlock it.

    ¡­ Life or death, it all depends on this last moment¡­

    Luo Xia on the side had no intention of sitting still.  He showed a determined look, panted, and dragged the short blade in the abdominal cavity with difficulty. His right hand trembled and dragged horizontally toward the kidneys.  There was just a "pop" sound as blood splashed out, staining a large area of ??ice red, and his already dying state slid infinitely towards death.  In fact, if the abnormal extreme coldness of this world had not frozen the wound, with this random tossing method, he would have fallen into a near-death coma due to nervous disorder or excessive blood loss.

    But at this point, he still gritted his teeth, groped for a small piece of ice ballast from the ice with his bloody palm, swallowed it on the tip of his tongue, stayed awake with this cold stimulation, forced his head up, and used the sight of the undead.  Looking directly at the battle situation, even if there was only a small glimmer of hope left, he wanted to fight hard.

    This is not the perseverance of a so-called hero, but the crazy cry of a mortal who is forced into a desperate situation.

    With the Master's almost lifeless self-mutilation, the pale face of Zhi Ji, who was already a little exhausted, once again showed a touch of blushing beauty.  The physical strength, which does not contain any mystery, was activated layer by layer from the muscles, bones and tendons, and was finally released to the limit at this moment.  Her white arms were raised slightly, and there was a cracking sound like the twisting of tendons. She just stood quietly on the ground, and the force she released violently trampled the ice surface out of thin air to create spiderweb-like pits. She looked over with turbid eyes.  , the slim body looks delicate, but exudes a kind of oppression like a dragon.

    "Bang dying struggle," Alsace was stunned for a moment, then turned around and sensed Rorschach's fire of life, which was just one step away from death, and he understood something in his heart.  However, with his pride - or arrogance, even if he degenerated into a death knight, he would never be able to do the shameless act of sneak attack on a dying civilian and win. On the contrary, the enemy's unreasonable and soaring power gained from his desperate resistance aroused  This angered him, and he couldn't help but want to use his newfound strength to completely defeat these ants who dared to resist.

    I have to say that the prince¡¯s typical master demeanor is indeed admirable, but it is also stupid enough. If he knew that people in other parallel time and space were thousands of times more powerful than him, but because of the same behavior, he was mad at the protagonist.  The experiences of the villains who started Goldfinger¡¯s Jedi Counterattack probably made it hard to laugh.

    "It's a pity that Arthas is now a veritable Frozen Monarch, and Rorschach is not the old knight who was destined to cut off his Frostmourne.

    Just when the new death knight was distracted in his reverie, his face suddenly changed, his right hand turned upside down, and he instantly placed the giant sword across his elbow and pressed it against his chest.

    ¡°Zheng¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡±

    The steel sword cast from a modern alloy connected with the legendary magic weapon from the magical world, and suddenly burst out with a huge roar like the impact of a century-old lead bell in an ancient mountain temple.

    The turbid air flow surged forward, radiating a turbid white tide. Not only did it distort the heroic figure charging behind him with a sword into a blur, but the death knight who was the recipient even groaned directly, and his body became like  He was hit head-on by a speeding large truck, flew straight into the air and fell, and then fell heavily onto the ice more than 20 meters away.

    Before he could stand up while holding the sword, there was a sudden "click" sound on his body, but the mail armor on his chest was torn apart by the aftermath of the sword. The sharp edge cut off the fine iron, and large pieces of iron connected together collapsed on the ground.  Exposing his torn chest, he was about to get angry when he suddenly caught a glimpse of a pale sword slashing diagonally from a hundred meters away. Its sharp and sharp energy was like a thorn in the center of his eyebrows.

    Alsace was startled and instinctively pointed forward.

    Just a second before the rewinding sword light cut Alsace into two pieces, the silken black water appeared out of thin air again.  Only this time, it was not a treatment, but turned into a vast dark green, like splashing water splashing in front of me.In the blink of an eye, a water curtain-like barrier shield was formed.

    The smooth ink-colored barrier suddenly distorted, as if the outline of a human figure was highlighted on the water. The tall figure, the exquisite indifferent appearance, and then the pair of plump peach-like shapes on the chest were also outlined and squeezed out, and as the sky filled the sky  Her long purple hair grew, and another corpse girl appeared.  The black light blocking the road only stagnated for a moment before being smashed into pieces by the sword light drawn in front of him. However, this fleeting interception also made Alsace, who was lying on the ground, immediately recover. He drew his sword to block the attack.  Most of the slashing attack was intercepted.

    In just a short moment, the two corpse girls cooperated seamlessly. The mature swordsman in white clothes Shengxue attacked with a head-on fight, while the other purple-haired girl suddenly stepped out and prepared a sneak attack while the two sides were fighting each other.  With just one strike, Alsace, who had just become unbeatable, was able to repel Alsace, and he almost came out with his head intact.

    But it¡¯s just almost.

    The death knight who survived the disaster remained silent, picked up the magic sword again, and continued to rush towards the two girls who came from behind.

    Suddenly, the rhythm of the swords clashing suddenly became louder. Whether it was strengthened by the holy light or their muscles and tendons, the three warriors present were approaching the physical limit of more than ten times that of ordinary people, which was enough in the Xingyue World.  Against the existence of inferior heroic spirits, the intensity of the fight is naturally beyond the imagination of ordinary people.  Luo Xia's undead vision looked like a black and white movie, but it couldn't capture their speed at all. He could only see three silhouettes of one silver and two white repeatedly entangled together, and the vaguely humanoid movements just flashed by.  The strong vitality of the two corpse girls looked like two red wolf smokes penetrating the sky in the empty field of vision of the deceased. The illusion of the undead knight was actually a dark tide connected with the ground, and the glacier under him also seemed to  The life of existence itself is like the endless black sea, constantly replenishing the dark tide that symbolizes the power of Alsace.

    However, the vision in the undead's vision only represents the projection of the essence of vitality and death, while the actual combat power output of both parties is another matter.

    Regardless of whether she is a girl standing aside to charge up a surprise attack, or a long-haired female swordsman with swords pouring out like rain, at this time, she has temporarily reached the lower level of silver in the evaluation of reincarnation space simply by relying on the strength of her muscles.  The limit, in other words, is the weakest bottom line of the top combat "hero" in this plane, and they are connected and cooperate with each other without any human mistakes.  On the other side, Arthas, the new death knight, although his strength has greatly increased after taking up Frostmourne, the problem is that Corpse Princess is not a living person who is afraid of the corrosive power of the demon sword. Under this implicit restraint, Frostmourne  Sorrow can only exert the sharp effect of the divine weapon.

    However, this is theoretically the case, but Alsace still doesn't gain any advantage in the fight, because both the Paladin and the Death Knight are notoriously strong and slow, but now against the agility of the corpse girl when she unleashes her ultimate,  Just resisting the airtight network of swords and lights was too much, and there was no chance to cut off the opponent's sword with the collision of weapons.  In fact, if the newly acquired Death Knight power was not unique in defense and supported by the hidden power in the glacier region, and the corpse girl on the other side did not have the corresponding Holy Light spell, he would have been beheaded long ago.

    It was just a fierce fight between the three people. Although it was just a sword wielded with pure muscle strength, the aftermath was like the violent wind of Zhenqi martial arts. The dissipated power turned into a continuous violent wind, covering a hundred meters in radius.  As the combatants moved, the frozen ground became pitted. The whistling air flow and the dazzling light and shadow intertwined. The bright red blood was like splashed ink, constantly sputtering from the bodies of the three people who were fighting fiercely, dyeing the crystal clear area red.  Ice.

    In just twenty-three seconds after the start, Alsace was already covered in cuts and bruises, and his armor turned into tattered pieces of iron. A knife wound on his chest and abdomen almost cut him in half, and a large piece of black and blue internal organs was exposed from the incision.  The person looks like an evil ghost crawling out of hell, no longer as elegant and free as before.  According to this trend, in less than half a minute, he would no longer be able to keep up with the corpse girl's further soaring speed, and would have no choice but to be killed.

    "It's a pity that Luo Xia didn't even have three seconds left, let alone half a minute."  After all, the deteriorated Corpse Princess Contract is not the "Wu" with the infinite power of Three Eyes. Maintaining an explosive state for fifteen seconds is the limit under common sense. The extra half time is already enough for his frequent interactions with the Corpse Princess Girl.  Performing the "Magic Replenishing Ceremony" will provide you with abundant vitality in return.

    "It's hateful" Luo Xia's vision was hazy, and his eardrum was almost shattered by the thunderous sword collision. Although he couldn't see the specific battle situation, there was a helpless sadness in his heart.

    With this thought, he reluctantly closed his eyes and fell into darkness.

    "It's a pity What Rorschach doesn't know is that sometimes, a happy death is also a kind of happiness.

    The confusion of life and deathHe didn't know how long he had been in the chaotic state, but a bone-piercing cold suddenly woke him up.

    "I'm not dead?"

    This was the moment he woke up from his stupor. Thoughts of joy instinctively emerged in his heart. However, when he reluctantly opened his eyes, he realized that his eyes were once again covered with layers of darkness. However, he naturally would not be bothered by this and immediately switched to holding the spirit.  Looking around, his face turned pale in an instant.  Because what was reflected in that gray field of vision was a familiar pale face.

    "It took me a lot of thought to prevent the cold power from being too strong and killing you and turning you into a mindless undead, but not too little and causing you to bleed to death," said the former Paladin, now Death  Knight¡ª¡ªAlsace squatted on the ground and said softly.  He looked Luo Xia up and down and showed a cold smile, "Don't die too quickly Otherwise, how can you be worthy of the gift I carefully prepared for you?"

    Gift¡­¡­?

    Luo Xia was at a loss for a moment, but found that his body below the waist was completely unconscious. He reluctantly bent his neck and looked down. The first thing he saw was a huge sword as blue as glass. He suppressed the chill in his heart and lowered his head.  Only then did he realize with horror that there was a broad and bright sword stuck under his almost stabbed abdomen. The blade of the sword sank into his lower abdomen, revealing most of the long and wide sword spine. However, there was no pain at all in the injured area, but a silky feeling.  It was so cold that the wound turned into a lump of ice.

    He looked around and found that he was placed on a circular stone platform, surrounded by ice as bright as a mirror. It was obviously a closed environment in a narrow cave, but it reflected layers of bluish radiance, making it look like a mirror.  It shines brightly here.

    On the other side of the stone platform, there are two lifelike ice sculptures of beauties.

    (PS: I was caught I didn't expect that it was just a thief who was lazy and excerpted an extra chapter from the first draft that was published half a year ago. A certain book friend immediately discovered that something was wrong

    Hey, it really is the principle of "Don't stretch out your hands, otherwise you will be caught". In fact, the section where Alsace enters the cave does not exist in the main text of the manuscript. If you look carefully, you will find that the twenty-fifth and twentieth  The plot connections between the six chapters are redundant, and the writing style is cumbersome and somewhat different from the conciseness of today. If you feel that the second half of the improvised wording in Chapter 25 is not interesting, just skip it.

    Please collect and recommend, thank you.  )
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