I, Wang Ha, the Assassin of Three Red Warriors

The old man of the mountain was talking to himself, stretched out his hand to lift up his pitch-black cloak, and slowly pulled out from his waist the hideous sword engraved with mysterious runes.

"King of Conqueror, if you want to have a large number of people, I don't know if you have seen the undead natural disaster that is enough to make the gods tremble."

The old man of the mountain held the hilt of the sword with both hands, flipped his wrists and inserted the tip of the sword into the ground. The magical power of the frost attribute made the hot desert suddenly turn cold.

Behind him, the scorching desert was swept by a layer of cold air and turned into eternal frost, the space twisted and fluctuated, and the frozen throne of bones condensed into a solid body inch by inch.

The inherent barrier erodes the inherent barrier, and the entire fantasy world is divided into two, with the boundary between the desert and the ice field as the line, clearly distinct.

On the towering ice and snow peak, the Mountain King who has now turned into the Lich King sits on the Frozen Throne, watching the army of servants charging from afar wake up the heroic souls sleeping in the glacier.

"Respond to the call of the Lich King, soldiers who once served me! Blood has stained the sky and the earth red, wake up! Knights of death! Servants of darkness!"

"We, will be transformed into again, natural disaster!!"

Chapter 47 The Lich King

Cracks like dense spider webs burst out on the glaciers and snowfields, accompanied by deafening noises and trembling of broken ice, a huge pale bone claw broke through the ice and protruded out.

The ice coffins buried deep in the ground were opened, the zombies sleeping in the cemetery came out, and the statue-like gargoyles opened their eyes.

The fat and bloated abominations held huge warhammers, strode heavily, and swayed to the front line.

The death knights in heavy armor straightened their spears and drove their horses to gather at the pass of the ice valley to form a charge array.

Skeleton soldiers with blue soul fire burning in their heads climbed out of the abyss of hell and stood on the ground again.

The ghostly banshee covering the sky screamed in the sky, the noise full of hatred and curse was enough to make weak-willed people collapse on the spot.

"Roar--!"

The ferocious and terrifying bone dragon raised its head to the sky and let out a creepy roar, waving its decayed wings and soaring into the sky again.

The liches dressed as mages went to their respective positions. Kel'Thuzad, who was the commander of the Scourge, came before the Lich King Arthas and bowed slightly.

Although the person on the throne was dressed differently from the Lich King in his impression, the aura of the dead monarch could not be faked anyway.

"Long time no see, my king. You are still as heroic as before, even stronger."

Holding Frostmourne, the Mountain Man glanced at his old friend in front of him, stood up from the Frozen Throne, walked down the steps made of ice, and looked down at his assembled army.

"Kel'Thuzad, I still leave this battle to Rulai's command, is it okay?"

Kel'Thuzad, who had worked with the Lich King for an unknown number of years, naturally understood the meaning of the words. This was the normal division of labor between the two during previous wars.

"My king, are you still going to lead the army to charge this time? Although we don't know the specific strength of the enemy, they can't compare with us in terms of numbers alone."

Hearing the words, the Lich King turned around and looked at Kel'Thuzad's red glowing skull eyes, showing a completely different side from when he was the King of the Mountain.

"As a king, the King of Conquerors is an opponent worthy of my respect, and I should compete with him on the battlefield."

Kel'Thuzad nodded knowingly, since the king has already made a decision, as a subject, he should stop trying to persuade him.

"I understand, my king, please rest assured that this battle will surely be the victory of our forgotten people."

At the moment when the world changed drastically, Iskandar already felt something was wrong.

He had made many assumptions, but he never thought that the old man of the mountain would also have an inherent barrier with the same specifications as himself.

Seeing that the army was about to rush out of the desert and step into the snowfield, Iskandar did not give the order to stop the march. Instead, a more passionate sense of conquest emerged in his chest.

Just because he wanted to see the sea at the end, he was able to raise a large army to conquer all the obstacles along the way, and even the mighty Persian Empire could not stop the king's progress.

Unknown regions, unknown worlds, unknown journeys of conquest, this is what the curious and energetic conqueror pursues.

Iskandar drove his beloved horse to the front of the army, pointed his long sword at the towering snow peak where the Frozen Throne was located.

"Destroy it! Although the situation of the battle is beyond our expectations, this king believes that the warriors loyal to this king will not be afraid of the unknown road ahead!!"

And what responded to Iskandar's order was the overwhelming cheers of the army, demonstrating the love and unreserved support of the entire army for the king.

"Of course! Of course! Of course!"

Even Diarmuid was affected by the surrounding atmosphere and shouted accordingly, his whole body was boiling with magic power, and the long and short guns, one red and one yellow, were shining with extremely strong magic power, and he headed towards the ice valley mountain pass with an indomitable momentum. The direction hit the past.

The Lich King on a horse was waiting at the Ice Valley Pass with a pitch-black sword in his hand. Behind him were the death knights who had sworn eternal allegiance to him, and behind him was the Scourge army mixed with various undead creatures.

"Knights!"

"Sing to your heart's content! Fill the horror of gray!"

Following the call of the Lich King, the death knights unanimously raised their sharp and heavy knight spears, revealing a fierce and high-burning soul fire from the helmet visor.

The Lich King held the reins of his war horse with one hand, and with the other hand raised the great sword, pointing at the King of Conquerors who had rushed into the range of his own inherent barrier.

"We, will smash all the existences that come into view, and bring equal death to the world without distinction!"

"Undead, charge with me!!"

Following the back of the Lich King, the death knights urged their horses to follow silently. There was only the roar of horseshoes on the ice field, but it made the atmosphere even more terrifying and cold.

"Huh? Undead? This is really an unprecedented opponent."

Iskandar saw the opponent standing in his way of conquest this time, and a brave and fearless smile curled up on the corner of his mouth.

"Prepare to throw spears! The enemy is a type that has never been encountered before, and everyone needs to deal with it carefully. The shield players and spearmen are in position, and meet the enemy with a phalanx!"

Under the command of the King of Conquerors, the charging army completed the transformation of formation and preparations for attack in a tacit understanding, without even slowing down at all.

The two opposing armies collided like sparks hitting the earth. For a while, people were turned on their backs, and both sides had different degrees of combat attrition.

After learning that the enemy was an undead, Diarmuid resolutely gave up continuing to use the 'Yellow Rose that Must Destroy', and concentrated on dancing with a single gun.

A "Devil-breaking Red Rose" gun pierced the soul fire of the undead like a dragon, killing all the undead wherever it passed, and made him dig a hole in the army of undead.

Wielding a great sword, the Lich King drove straight into the phalanx of the king's army. There was no enemy in his path, but he was quickly blocked by Diarmuid.

"Old Man of the Mountain, it seems that the King of Conquerors and I have underestimated your power."

Diarmuid looked up at the Lich King on the horse and said while holding the crimson spear with both hands one after the other, ready to release the treasure in his hand.

"I still owe you a knife before I go down. As a knight, I can't forget my oath, so let's make a break here!"

Chapter 48 Lancer exits

The desert and the snowfield, these two natural landscapes that cannot be matched at all, are miraculously combined at this moment.

The terrifying charge rolled up by the death knights was blocked by a group of leading generals under Iskandar with a hedge, and the two sides controlled the horses to start a tragic fight.

Accompanied by war drums and bugles, the warriors from Macedonia uniformly raised their shields and fired their guns to disperse batch after batch of surging skeleton soldiers to the ground.

On their faces were only the enthusiasm for fighting and the desire to move forward. The phalanx like a meat grinder slowly pushed forward step by step, turning into the top killing machine on the battlefield.

Facing the enemy's shiny gunpoints, the abominations in the back row of the legion roared and kicked away the skeleton soldiers standing in front of them, raised their war hammers, and went straight to meet them.

The spear pierced through the thick fat layer of the abominations without hindrance, but did not cause any substantial damage to the group of undead creatures.

Before the shield bearers at the forefront of the phalanx had time to react, the warhammers weighing several hundred catties in the hands of the abominations slammed down from their heads, taking away fresh lives.

Dense human beings and undead are intertwined on the broad plain, screaming and roaring one after another, swords and swords are extremely dangerous.

In this life-and-death battle, souls are lost all the time.

Either it turns into gold powder all over the sky and drifts with the wind, or it turns into dead bones in the tomb to rot.

If it was on a magical continent in another world, this would be an epic battle that could be recorded in the annals of history and passed down forever.

It will even be described as an immortal legend of a heroic and righteous human hero who sacrificed his own life to expel the evil and cruel undead from the world of light.

Iskandar the Conqueror stood in the center of his own battle formation and watched the battle situation. He silently observed various details and situations, and made various deduction and plans in his mind.

With a leadership level as high as A, he has the top charisma and charisma as a human being, and possesses the rare ability to command and command large armies to fight.

Therefore, compared to directly leading troops to the front, commanding in the army is Iskandar's strength as a king and commander.

At this time, Kel'Thuzad, who was fighting against the famous King of Conquerors as the commander of the legion, was also not weak. As the commander of the Scourge Legion, the vicious battles he had experienced in the long years could not be counted at all.

With the cooperation of the Liches, Kel'Thuzad's order was conveyed to all departments of the Scourge's undead creatures in an orderly manner.

The chaotic undead, who were fighting independently just now, turned into the most terrifying army in the world as if they had found their backbone.

Without fear and pain, the undead who don't know what cruelty and mercy are, take absolute obedience to orders as their bounden duty, and the power they can erupt after receiving wise leadership will even tremble the hearts of the gods.

Really, what the king's sword pointed at, we will never die.

In just a few minutes, the Scourge, which had shown signs of defeat just now, regained the balance of victory, and gradually showed its once strong and domineering majesty.

The death knights who were entangled with the cavalry led by the enemy general regrouped and changed their formation. The strongest death knights formed the tip of the triangular shock formation and dispersed the opponent's army in one fell swoop.

Skeleton soldiers in all kinds of armor gathered together with swords and spears in their hands. Zombies, ghouls and other undead creatures were also mixed in, led by the abominations who had already charged forward, and rushed towards the human army.

The ghostly banshee screamed in the sky that could shake the soul, and the gargoyle and the frost dragon waved their wings and hovered above the heads of the two armies, diving down anytime and anywhere to forcefully enter the battle.

The liches of the mage department finally had time to do their old job after serving as the order transmission device. All kinds of spells were chanted from their mouths, and the gorgeous magic like a meteor shower was thrown away. In the ranks of the king's army.

In the middle of the plain where the two armies were fighting, a small open space was guarded by the undead. The old man of the mountain and Diarmuid stood face to face in it, looking at each other silently.

Weber, Kenneth, and Sola standing on a high place in the distance noticed the only quiet place in this noisy scene, and their faces were solemnly waiting for the result of the duel among the servants.

Weber clenched his fists nervously, fixed his eyes on Iskandar's stalwart figure standing in the king's army, and showed longing eyes.

Sola held Kenneth's arm with both hands, worry was written on her pretty face, and at the same time, she remembered Diarmuid's heartfelt advice to her last night.

"Miss Sophia, you should be happy that you have someone like your lord who cares and loves you from the bottom of your heart. I am a dead person who cannot stay here for a long time, and this body is just a heroic spirit It’s nothing more than your avatar, it’s not worth your nostalgia for it.”

Perhaps Diarmuid knew the fate he was about to usher in today, so he took the time to tell Sola a lot about his life, and at the end he sincerely wished her and the lord happiness.

Sola came back from the trance, and involuntarily set her eyes on the man beside her, but this magician who seemed a bit dull to her didn't pay attention to her fiancée at this moment.

"Diarmuid, are you confident to win this battle?"

Although Kenneth had already made an estimate in his heart, he still asked the follower who had followed him for six days from the bottom of his heart.

"I'm sorry, my lord. It's Diarmuid who is incompetent. In this battle, I'm doomed."

Dilumdu replied in his heart, stepped back with his left foot, and slowly bent and pressed down his strong body to start accumulating explosive strength.

Although his expression remained unchanged, in his heart he still felt guilty for not being able to bring glory to the Lord.

Kenneth didn't say much after hearing that, but took off the black glove he was wearing on his right hand, revealing the three flawless crimson Command Seals, and uttered his order in a calm voice.

"In the name of the command spell, Diarmuid restores your peak physical and magical state!"

"In the name of the Command Spell, Diarmuid will exert the strongest power that your Noble Phantasm can exert!"

"In the name of the Command Seal, Diarmuid will carry out your loyalty and take back the victory!"

With the disappearance of the three Command Spells, Diarmuid, who had just consumed a lot of energy and magic power in charging and killing the enemy, suddenly rose to his aura, overflowing with rich and abundant magic power.

The old man of the mountain silently watched the changes in the opponent in front of him, and did not take advantage of Diarmuid being strengthened to take the first shot, but allowed him to show the limit he could show.

"Hmph! The Holy Grail itself doesn't matter to me. In a master-slave match, Diarmuid, you can show your bravery at the end!"

Kenneth lowered his arm. As the Master in the Servant battle, he could only provide such a negligible support.

"Thank you, Your Majesty! The chief knight, Diarmuid Audina, belongs to the Fiona Knights, go to battle!!"

Diarmuid roared angrily, accelerated like a cheetah, and shot towards the proud mountain man. The spear wrapped in flowing magic power pointed directly at the pale white skull mask on the mountain man's face.

"Noble Phantasm Unleashed! Go through it, the demon-destroying red rose!!"

The moment Diarmuid moved, a loud and melodious sound of a bronze bell echoed in the air of the battlefield, covering and overwhelming all the chaotic sounds.

"Hey -! Hey -! Hey -!"

The old man of the mountain, who was not moving at first, suddenly surged and rolled with a thick black-gray dead air, and walked towards the rushing Diarmuid with unhurried steps.

"Can you hear the sound of this bell?"

In response, the pitch-black sword raised and slashed at the fully liberated 'Magic-breaking Red Rose', cutting it in half with one blow.

"This is the end of your destiny, just accept it and liberate your soul."

Without any delay, the great sword was slashed towards the throat of the spear knight, and the looming face of the mountain man came into Diarmuid's eyes.

"This is the last chance to enjoy a peaceful sleep as a human being."

Chapter 49 Sending off the Emperor

When the mountain man cut Diarmuid under the sword, the battle in the place where the two armies intersected became more and more fierce and cruel.

Kel'Thuzad stood on the snow peak and looked down at the entire battlefield. The soul fire in the skull was swaying, as if he was thinking about something.