Praise of the Light to the Dark Knight

The light from the jungle fell on this small meeting room. The night travelers saw the morning light. The Duke of Haynes stood up abruptly, with such a movement that he knocked down his seat. The old mage stared at Yalan halefully. He slightly bent the corners of his mouth towards him, put his finger on his own lips, quickly took it away when others didn't notice the difference, lifted his long hair, and showed them his pointed ears.

"Look, there's no opening here," he said.

Of course he has no flaws!If the old mage didn’t support the table with all his strength, his hands would definitely tremble. It’s like lamenting at the idol at a sacrificial ceremony, and the next second the idol becomes a living God of light; You patted your shoulder from behind; or the bard was singing the song of a legendary hero, and suddenly a man stood up among the drinkers and said loudly: I am not like that!

How could there be a flaw!The high priest of light plays himself, what flaws can there be?

Those officers and mages were lamenting the magic of the Priest's Transfiguration. Only Duke Haines, who was a high-ranking mage, realized that he did not feel the arcane fluctuation of the Transfiguration. No one can not mobilize the magic power!That is not a transfiguration technique. When the priest touched the ring, what he felt was not the wave of spellcasting, but the wave of spell termination. The human appearance is the camouflage, and the warm natural radiance is not simulated by holy light, it is all real.

He suddenly couldn't say a single word, and all the words of thanks, encouragement, or meaningless official words he wanted to say to the actor stopped in his stomach, because every word representing honor was meaningless to the high priest himself.

The old mage only said: "I will do my best to defend the fortress. Even if I die in battle, I will turn into a heroic spirit guarding this place. The Haines family is willing to fight to the last person."

The priest put his hand on his heart and replied with a smile: "I wish you invincible."

The undead creatures outside the city are quiet and solemn, without any sound, and they don't attack. They stand outside the casting distance of the military mage on the city wall. There is absolutely no sound in the world of death, but the gloomy mood is permeating, as if someone is painting here. A line was drawn to separate life and death, to divide yin and yang, and the living stood firm at the gate in the fortress, but now the gate of life and death needs to be opened, and they watched the team leave the fortress.

Ordinary warriors didn't know who they were sending away, they only saw the paladins lined up to escort with the highest standard of etiquette, the holy white knight of Kantana Loya Temple followed behind, followed by the black figure of Shadow Moon Stopping at the base of the wall, the priests and dark knights stared at the dead with indifferent eyes, their auras were now lower than those of undead creatures.

The white queue slowly approached the silent dead, and there were two liches standing in the front row. The low-level undead creatures behind them obviously had the intention of retreating, until the lich screamed, the paladin queue slowly approached, and they deliberately released holy knights. The light, so that the Lich in the front row had to put three layers of shields on himself, and he lost all momentum.

"Stop." The Lich held out his hand.

The paladin stayed where he was in silence, only Etjaye, who endured the light all the way, refused to let go, and Yalan had to sigh and stop: "It's okay."

The Dark Knight was silent.

"Don't show such a sad victim expression, you are a dark knight who does all kinds of evil!" Yalan patted his chest.

"This is simply gambling! If he really..." Etjaye grabbed the hand on his chest and shook it firmly: "If you have something wrong, I will become a wraith."

"Then I will purify you." Yalan laughed and shook his hand back, "You just wait to be baptized by the holy light."

"Of course, to wash from the inside out, you can use all kinds of postures," says Atgaya.

The paladin and the enemy lich began to slander almost at the same time. The atmosphere of parting life and death was really unprofessional at all.

I'm leaving, come on.Yalan mouthed, he withdrew his hand, turned around, this time he was the only one who continued forward, the Lich turned sideways to let him pass in the middle, and the undead creatures separated neatly to make way for one person to pass.

Those green eyes looked through the bones of the dead, he saw the birds flying in the mountains, the new mushrooms under the roots of the trees, the squirrel poking out of the hole, the furry beard fluttering in the breeze, the elk drinking by the stream Water, the fat wild rabbit actually kicked it, making people wonder if it was a crazy druid.

The undead creature bowed its head when he passed by, instinctively avoiding the dazzling light, and the dead bones fell to the ground, like a devout worshiper, as if he was walking on the divine path leading to the altar, and the lich who followed him hesitated a few steps behind , the stronger and stronger holy light caused their skin to wither.He felt countless gazes behind him. The military mages on the city wall were holding the same low-level but not weak spell. They were exhausted, but they were still standing on the front line.

Annihilation?To annihilate the entire world of life?

The high priest of light suddenly laughed proudly. He pulled out the holy sword, and the light burst out from the blade. At this moment, he can let the light illuminate the eternal night, and he can let life pass through the kingdom of death. He is not the only one who is guarding The world, the world is the source of his strength.

The holy light burned the low-level undead creatures along the way. They screamed in the golden flames and turned into ashes. After experiencing the baptism of holy power, they will become the best fertilizer from terror makers in the coming year, and the old bones can give birth A large field of flowers facing the sun.

The unsuspecting lich followed behind screaming and running for his life, half of his body burned beyond recognition.

He walked all the way under the tower, raised his head slightly, and there was a figure standing quietly on the protruding balcony on the second floor, not evading or retreating in the glorious holy light.

Yalan slowly put away the holy light, the remaining undead creatures hid in the dark and trembled, and the annihilation priests who rushed out surrounded him, only the figure on the second floor was as quiet as a mountain, and stood in front of him many years ago almost no difference.

"Are you demonstrating?" Priest Annihilation roared, holding a magic spell in his hand, and looked at Yalan nervously.

Yalan actually smiled and said, "Don't be nervous, there are many of you."

The pastor was even more tense, and visibly annoyed.

Soon these annihilation priests gathered behind Yalan, and they sneered. Yalan was no stranger to this kind of expression—what a standard villain smile, and it was the lowest kind in Etjaya’s mouth. They looked at it smugly Looking at the brave man who lost the ability to resist, and then was hanged and beaten by the brave man who suddenly revived with full blood in the next second.

Yalan recalled Et Gaya's mocking face when he explained, and couldn't help but smile from the bottom of his heart.

The gate of the Black Tower is dark and low-key, with only a bright light on the elf. He kept a smile and walked in without being forced by the annihilation priest behind him. The priests chanted a spell together and closed the door. With the echo, until the tall figure slowly descended from the second floor, the dark fire of the undead lit up on the wall, illuminating the dead face of the visitor.

"Long time no see." Yalan sighed.

Asius stood on the stairs, watching Yalan silently for a long time, until Yalan began to suspect that his vocal cords were broken, and the Lich said in a low voice: "Long time no see."

"21 years." Yalan said.

"Hmm." Asius nodded, "Why did you wear Shadowmoon hairstyle?"

"Because there is no attendant priest, the one who combs his hair is a dark knight." Yalan said.

Arthur fell silent again.

He had fantasized about their reunion, he had imagined many versions, such as being extremely jealous when they met on the battlefield, and fighting each other inextricably. The memories of that day would make him feel more pity and sadness, even he had hoped that maybe Yalan would still cry for him like when he just found out that he had become a lich... He was familiar with Yalan's spells, and he had thought about all The feeling of being hit by a light magic technique...

But now this overly calm scene made Ashuston stunned.

The elf even looked left and right, as if appreciating the decorative patterns on the wall.

"You..." Asius said dryly, "OK?"

After he finished speaking, he regretted it. Listen to what kind of bad words it is, it sounds like a living person.

"Okay." Yalan said briskly, "Although when I first became the high priest, I was so tired that I wanted to run away every day, but now that I'm familiar with it, it's fine."

"You're just talking about it." Asius said, "Alan Dilians never let go of his duties for a second."

"...Yes." Yalan raised her head, "The paladin commander Asius is also."

The lich's figure was reflected in the lake-green eyes, and Asius saw himself in it, his whole body was bleak, his skin was blue and white, his long hair was no longer a brilliant color, the soul fire in his eye sockets and the blackness all over his body He suddenly shook his head, and said in a more hollow and mournful voice: "There is no paladin leader Asius here."

A long sword appeared in the lich's sharp claws. It used to be his sword when he was alive, but with the death of the paladin commander, this glorious sword that used to carry the holy light also became hideous, and the wailing of the dead souls was heard on the sword. The blade reverberates, black replaces gold, blood replaces holy light, the Arch Lich Asius holds the sword of death, his back bone wings spread, and he roars with his decayed chest and broken vocal cords:

"Come on, the envoy of God who bears the surname of the God of Light, the High Priest who holds the strongest holy light in his hand, Yalan Diliansi Yilangalo, come and fight with me! We should have fought a long time ago, this twisted mission , let it end here!"

Yalan looked at Asius quietly, his fingers stroking the holy sword, and the lich showed its menacing face, locking him firmly.

Suddenly, he said, "Asius, what strange things have you watched in the 21 years since you died? Who did you learn your rhetoric from?"

Arthur: "Huh?"

The elf covered in holy light suddenly threw the sword on the ground, then squatted down slowly, looked around critically, chose a floor tile that was not too dirty, glanced regretfully at the white dress on his body, and hesitated. After a while, he sat sideways on the ground, clutched his chest, and said, "Oh, it's too bad, I used up a lot of holy light when I just came here."

Asius: "What... what? What are you doing?"

"You fought with Helena Shadow Moon, the great priest of Siyue, did you win?"

The memories of Asius immediately surfaced, and he replied reflexively: "No, I did not defeat His Excellency the Great Priest."

"I heard Helena say another version." Yalan blinked, and then said more bluntly, "Ah... Lich Asius is so powerful, I can't beat him!"

After finishing speaking, he stretched out his hand and wiped the blade of the holy sword. Round blood beads gushed out from the tip of his finger. Before it fell, he wiped a line on the corner of his mouth. After wiping it, he gave it to his finger A healing technique, and then sincerely looked up at Asius: "You have won!"

Asius: "..."

The grand lich, whose aura was full, was stunned by the god-like turn, and suddenly wanted to throw something. He looked at his beloved saber in his hand, but he didn't take action in the end.

Arthur's dead face was visibly distorted, and he roared in his heart - he also said that I have learned strange rhetoric after being dead for 21 years, obviously I should ask what you have experienced in these 21 years, Your Excellency the High Priest ?What kind of strange tactic is this?

——At the beginning, this trick of "smearing blood on the corner of the mouth" successfully stunned Et Gaya. Facts have proved that it was not that the dark knight was not strong enough, and it was replaced by a great lich who had died for more than 20 years, and he was so scared that he wanted to fly away.