The Flying Fortress that fell from the sky did not fall over the heads of players and NPCs.

In fact, because it seemed that part of the power was retained, the moving city pulled a trajectory in the air close to the inverse curve, and then flattened several hills on the north side of the Hand of Tyr, and finally fell on the hillside on the northwest side of the Holy Wish Chapel of the Holy Light.

Even so, the huge vibration and the leaping of dust also attracted a lot of attention.

After all, it was not a stone that fell off casually, but a giant fortress full of soldiers from the Scourge. Compared to Alsace, which had been severely damaged, this possible source of the new force obviously attracted everyone's attention.

A narrow and long crack at the bottom of the fortress shows the tragic fate of this thing. It was accidentally injured by the Ashes Messenger under the premise of being completely aimless. Its tragic level is no less than that of a powerful satellite that was shot from the ground from above orbit several years ago.

It is precisely because of this that only a few people, including Lu De, saw a scene that could definitely be considered a dark history.

The ground cut by the Ashes Messenger was quite flat, and because he was worried that the trapped beasts would still fight, no one was looking at provoking the retreating Alsace. However, the princess actually fell to the ground in front of countless people, and even frost's sadness flew out...

Well, blue and white strips.

No, at this time, it should be said that a bowl of rice...

No one pursued it.

The wounded beast is the most dangerous, and so is human.

But looking at Arts's glance, I guess 80% of my embarrassing behavior was counted on Tirio's head.

"Help me..."

The Paladin, sitting upright, smiled bitterly in a voice that only the two of them could hear.

"The attack just now took off all the power of the holy light in my body. Now I'm afraid I can't even beat a hatred... Also, call Dalgion and the others to my room later, I have something to say."

"You won't leave a last word, right?"

Lu De leaned to the side, allowing Tirion's legs and hands to use his armor as a fulcrum to avoid vulgar scenes such as the coach falling.

No matter how you look at this scene, it looks like a hero fighting to the death, and the rhythm of handing over the artifact...

"Bastard! I haven't reached the time to see the Holy Light yet!"

Tirio's brow twitched—and he couldn't scold too loudly.

But no matter what the conversation between the two was, all the Silver Dawn and the Blood Crusaders who saw the shocking blow shouted sincerely.

The shouts gradually unified and gathered into a wave of sound waves.

"Ash Messenger! Ash Messenger! Ash Messenger!"

———

"I said you should go back almost, right? If you stand like this, even a fool will see something wrong..."

After fighting, standing there for two minutes can be a feeling of feeling, but for 20 minutes, it is either a fool or just a corpse left...

"Wait. Alexander seems a little strange."

Tirion took advantage of the breathing skill to turn over and dismount, carefully inserted the Ashes Messenger on the ground, and took a few steps back, looking at the still-shining light.

Moglani? The Ashes Messenger. This man whose appearance was also eroded by time did not care about the broken right arm at all. He took big steps towards this glory that could destroy him.

"We meet again. Tyrio... although it was not a pleasant scene, and the price was too heavy."

"As you said, the price is too heavy. Alexander..."

Tirio's eyes were filled with regret, and his gray beard was covered with a layer of dimness in the sunshine of the Eastern Plagueland.

"I... am still very happy to see you go back to the wrong path."

"I will return to my death? I can't afford such a noble title. I just want to say to you, now the messenger of the Ashes is yours."

Moglani stroked his right hand and touched the hilt of the Ashes Messenger's sword.

"But you are its owner."

"It's okay, I know you will make good use of this weapon. If you entrust it to your hands, you will never insult the reputation of the Ashes Messenger. What's more, the Ashes Messenger is no longer a simple weapon, it is a symbol. Besides, in my state, it is not suitable to exert its maximum power. As for me..."

Moglani pulled out two discarded rune swords that were stuck on the ground.

"Don't forget that my battle did not start after I got the Ashes Messenger. Tirio, you were still reunited with your daughter, and so did me. Although this is a bit unfair to Renault... but I will pay it back in unlimited time."

Old Moglani turned his gaze to the huge flying object.

"I will atone for my sins... Do you know what the fallen one is? It's the Fortress of the Black Front, the fortress that Arthas used to train the Death Knights. Unfortunately, your blow turned its dream into a bubble."

"There is no injustice, Father... it is my greatest blessing to be able to see you here-I have learned a little bit that, as Uncle Tyrio said, identity should not be an obstacle to judging a person."

"Renault... Are you still alive? The Holy Light is above!"

The old paladin couldn't believe his eyes.

"Arsace may want to turn us all into his puppets, but the ember messenger's outbreak seemed to disrupt her steps, and Renault seemed to have become... Death Knight, just like me."

"This is a blessing in disgrace, Alexander."

“It is indeed.”

Old Moglani's voice suddenly increased.

"Tirio! From now on, there will be no Moglani in this world? The Ashes Messenger, and only the leader of the Black Knights... From now on, my name is Alexander? The Wrath of Revenge... I will kill Alsace's lair with my own hands and destroy everything they have! I want her to know that we are not puppets at the mercy of others!"

"Uh. Alexander, when it comes to the puppet at his mercy, the Death Knight on my side seems to break free earlier than you did-and more efficiently."

Tirion explicitly introduced Lude to Alexander, but in fact, his words were mixed with a lot of water with coolie.

"But...how could it be? It's incredible! At that time, Alsace should still be in good condition in mental control. A new death knight could actually get rid of his control? The Holy Light is on!"

Due to excessive surprise, Moglani even brought out his usual catchphrase when he was still alive.

"I can't imagine what happened."

Tirio's gray beard was flying.

"When he first appeared in front of me, I thought of it even ridiculously - the Scourge really looked down on me, a guy who was close to the useless, and actually sent the Death Knight to collect my life."

"As a Paladin, should you say bad things about him in front of others?"

Lu De twitched from the corners of his eyes to his throat.

Do you just look so bad?

Then he discovered something sad.

"No! How did you see that I am the Death Knight? At that time, you shouldn't have any slight sensitivity!"

"I can't go against the honesty of the Knights' Eight entries..."

"I don't repair it."

A light sentence made Tirio unable to get up and down, his face was as good as pork liver. A layer of bright red appeared on Moglani's dead gray face opposite.

That's definitely not shy.

Unlike players, the dwarf sage who is no longer a very old age (although it is still a taboo topic) will not take Tirio too seriously unless necessary.

If it is a battle without restriction, Zhenhong, who has air superiority, has a thousand means to kill Tirio...

"This is an opportunity...I saw hope! Since someone can independently escape from Alsace's mental control, it means that her control is not as incomparable as the legendary one. The untouchable part of the Frost sorrow will always exist!"

Moglani's eyes suddenly burst into fanaticism.

"And I have actually mastered the power of the Death Knight's blood. This is simply incredible! I saw hope, Tirio, yes. Hope!"

Your reputation in the Knights of the Black Front has risen to worship

“(…)”

Lu De actually wants to say that there is a kind of cheat called player.

Looking at his old friend's performance, Tyrio's throat twitched - he knew another advanced method of the Death Knight. He was very clear.

But speaking of the current situation is basically like making trouble.

It is true that Tirio follows the eight virtues of the Knight, but he is not a fool either.

"I don't know how you did it, Rither. Maybe you have a lot to go forward in your personal strength, but you already have your own team and your own partners... I look forward to the day when you can really fight side by side."

"Of course Rither is amazing!"

The crisp girlish voice made Tirio tremble with his right hand - it seemed that as long as the Paladin faced the Red Dragon Girl, he would do this.

"Since that's the case, I still have a companion who seems to be able to join you."

Lu De used the blue summoning stone.

Under the sky blue spell glory, Yamenar's body gradually appeared in the center of the field.

"Witch...Lich?!"

Tirio almost glared out his eyes.

He never expected that Lu De was still holding such a thing in his hand.

"Amenar, this is the new leader of the independent Knights of the Black Knights, the great lord of the Black Knights, Moglani? The Ashes Messenger - now he is recruiting free undead who are also determined to resist the disaster. I wonder if you are interested?"

"Next, the Ice King, Yamenar, hereby swears to join the new Black Front Knights."

Yamenal's etiquette was extremely elegant, but everyone present had never heard of it - this was a special etiquette that had been forgotten thousands of years ago.
To be continued...