CHAPTER 703: MIGHT

"That idiot failed again?" There was no trace of blood on his face, which was typical of aristocratic elegance. Wearing a black black cloak, holding a deep red two-handed sword, with a dark deathly aura on his blue-black full body armor, and riding a skeleton warhorse with two long white goat horns, a terrifying figure appeared on the top of the hill opposite the southeastern beach.

Then, more figures with similar shapes appeared.

They are the core fighting force under Arthas, the Death Knights led by Baron Rivendare.

"A stormtrooper with arcane puppets as the spearhead." Rivendare sneered, put on his iron gloves, and turned around: "This is the trump card of those long-eared people. Let’s go. I want a natural disaster-style victory - for His Majesty the Lich King!"

Behind him, the death knights in black armor drew their shining swords. Their sunken eyes glowed red as they all said in a deep voice, "By the will of Ner’zhul."

They charged!

The seemingly skinny skeletal warhorses have agility and strength beyond the imagination of ordinary people. They carry heavy armor and a fully armed knight, but they perform movements comparable to those of monkeys.

Generally speaking, the beach battlefield, which heavy knights would never like, is no different from a flat ground in front of the skeleton warhorses.

The huge arcane golem that shook the earth with every step became a clumsy puppet in front of the death knight. The death knights flashed by at high speed, using their dark magic and sophisticated weapons to quickly dismantle the war machines that the high elves were proud of.

"In the name of Holy Light..." It was clear that ordinary elven warriors or rangers had no resistance in front of the Death Knight. A team of Silver Hand Knights led by the high-level paladin Liadrin was at the forefront.

This made Rivendare frown, but he immediately smiled.

"Paladin! It’s the corruption of the paladin that’s interesting!" The more pious the paladin, the more powerful he will be when he corrupts. With the precedent of Arthas, the Lich King spread the hint within the Scourge that if he could drag the strongest paladin down, the Scourge would also have the strongest death knight.

More than one undead turned their sights toward the Seven Silver Saints.

Unfortunately, the seven paladins known as the Silver Seven were not just any old men. Except for Uther, who had died in battle and whose soul refused to surrender, and Tirion and Gavinrad, who were still trapped in Karazhan, the remaining ones, including Bolvar, Reginald, Saidan, and Turalyon, were mostly commanders who led large armies wherever they went.

Further down are the Mograine and Abendis levels, which are equally difficult to deal with.

Now, Rivendare discovered a high elf paladin whose aptitude was in no way inferior to the Seven Silver Saints, and was immediately delighted.

Silently, the skeleton warhorse in Rivendare, which was coveted by countless players in Du’s world, began to accelerate.

That was an extremely fast speed.

What is even more incredible is that after accelerating to the extreme, Rivendare can actually become one with his horse, using the shadow of his own Death Knight as cover, reaching the point where he can almost shuttle between shadows.

"Hammer of Wrath!" Inciting the holy light in her body, Liadrin smashed a death knight who was rushing towards her at high speed into pieces with one hammer.

However, just as her old tricks were outdated and her new strength was not yet generated, the scarlet two-handed sword of Rivendare arrived.

That was an angle she would never notice. One tenth of a second ago, her comrade, a male paladin with long golden hair, was standing there. But the blade of the long sword avoided the male paladin’s neck, passed through the hair behind his head, and pierced Liadrin’s carotid artery.

Holy Shield!

Liadrin was too late to dodge or block, so she wanted to activate the Paladin’s life-saving skill. But she was a step too slow, and in her vision, there were illusions everywhere, all of which were terrifying beings with bared fangs and claws.

Apparently, she had been ambushed by a powerful warlock.

With the power of holy light and a will far superior to that of ordinary people, the power of Fear was not too strong and only slightly affected her movements.

The duel between masters is just a fine line.

This fine line means the difference between life and death.

Just as she was about to be stabbed by the sword, Liadrin saw the being who was attacking her - the Necromancer Gadin, another powerful enemy ranked in the Alliance. He was no longer a human, but a lich.

Everything seemed to have nothing to do with Liadrin, because she was about to die. If there was no miracle...

That was... like an arrow of lightning falling from the sky.

The first thing that arrived at the critical moment was the dazzling purple light of lightning, which was delayed for a full second before the ear-drum-shaking explosion.

"Bang!"

"Long——"

Double shot!

However, they hit targets at different distances at the same time without any particular order.

Dean Gadin used Flash to dodge half of the attack, but was still hit directly when the light flashed. One of his robes was blown in half, revealing a skeleton body with only ribs left.

Rivendare was not in a good situation either. One of the horns of the undead horse was blown off. Unable to withstand the destructive force, the undead horse was blown sideways, and Rivendare was thrown out.

"Sylvanas?" the female knight exclaimed in surprise.

The agile Death Knight seemed unwilling to give up and used a dark magic on Liadrin. But the female Paladin came to her senses and directly counteracted the move with holy light.

"Kill that female ranger first!" Gadin shouted, and Rivendare changed his target, turned over, and killed Sylvanas who was rushing over.

Their choices are generally correct. Compared with the Paladin, who has thick skin and flesh, can heal himself, and has his own invincibility, the Ranger is too fragile.

If it were an ordinary ranger hero, the combined power of the Death Knight and the Mage would definitely be a nightmare for the ranger.

Rivendare ran over, stretched out his left hand, and tried to pull Sylvanas over with the power of darkness. Unfortunately, he failed miserably.

According to Sylvanas’s movements, his arm turned twelve times. In fact, Sylvanas, who was moving at high speed, made a total of thirty-six high-speed changes of direction. She was so fast that only a series of illusory afterimages were left behind her.

And every time he changed direction, three lightning arrows were shot out, two for Gadin and Rivendare, and one for the Death Knight who tried to interfere in this peak duel.

These elite Death Knights are powerful enough to defeat a hundred enemies at once.

Unfortunately, in front of them is the stronger Sylvanas.

Jadin couldn’t bear the twelfth arrow anymore. From the twentieth arrow onwards, his body began to be blown up by lightning. The remaining sixteen arrows were more like a whip to his corpse.

Rivendare was not much better, he could split the arrows but could not filter the powerful lightning. When he recovered from the paralysis of lightning, he suddenly found a bowstring as bright as the bright moon was stuck on his neck.

The next moment, a fairly handsome head rose into the sky...