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The death knights slowly spread out and formed a triangle formation to surround Carlos. 【Read full text】
The wings of holy light behind Carlos illuminated the room. Looking at the movements of the death knight, Carlos lowered his head to the Bonigato Phantom Dancer. The tip of the sword clicked rhythmically, and the metal and stone floor collided with each other, making a crisp sound in the silent night.
"You have a strong thirst for knowledge, because the desecration of the corpses of the dead by you damn orc souls angers me, and I don't mind letting you suffer a little more torture."
The two people behind him attacked at the same time, and the long sword with shadow energy struck at the weak point of the armor on Carlos's back.
"Oh, it also retains the shadow casting ability."
The shadow strike hit the holy light shield, and the annihilation of light and darkness prompted a dazzling white light.
Carlos became a little impatient when he found that the death knight who was poking his lower back was still exerting force unwillingly. Without moving, he twisted his waist and hips, and hit the death knight on the left rear hard in the face with a whip fist.
Seeing his accomplice who was knocked away, the other death knight behind Carlos quickly put away his sword and retreated, continuing to maintain the double-teaming trend.
"It's really embarrassing that such a promising profession as Death Knight has been treated like this by you."
Carlos found that the little trick of using the tip of the sword to create noise to disturb the opponent's mind did not seem to have the desired effect, so he stopped and concentrated on taunting.
"You know us well?"
"It's more than understanding. It's such a painful realization. I can't win two thousand in the arena. No matter how you think about it, it's all the death knight's fault."
"I don't understand what you said."
"It doesn't matter. When words can't clearly convey each other's feelings, just use your body to feel it! Let's fall in love and kill each other!"
Carlos's series of pretentious performances are certainly not a habit of showing off, but an attempt to use words to test the other party's details.
Carlos, who has been hard-educated by reality for eighteen years, has long understood one truth - the information obtained in his previous life can only be used as a reference and cannot be taken seriously!
Although the energy response detected through the echo of the holy light was very weak, Carlos still tried to detect the full strength of his opponent.
It can be deduced from the current experiments that:
Inherit the martial arts of resurrecting corpses.
Emotionally indifferent and callous.
Can use the power of shadow.
At this time, the death knight embedded in the wall broke free, holding a ball of shadow energy in his hand, which looked even darker under the illumination of the holy light. He restored half of his broken face, then picked up the fallen sword and continued to be on guard.
Carlos secretly added in his mind the suspicion of no pain and obvious vitality.
Words are useless, then fight.
Carlos had never let up on his martial arts training since he was six years old. Carlos did not believe that these death knights who relied on body memory could suppress him in sword skills.
Wandering among the three death knights, Carlos repeatedly tested the enemy's strength.
Strength, high.
The ability to resist physical strikes is extremely high.
The body's recovery ability is as high as cheating.
High learning capibility.
The death knight, who is almost immortal on the physical level, poses a great threat to ordinary soldiers!
Carlos had tested enough and was tired of playing. Bonigto Phantom Dancer parried one person's chop, kicked the other person away with a side step, gathered the Holy Light Vitality Pill with his free left hand, and hit it hard. On the third person.
Under the purifying power of the holy light, the struck death knight let out a wail of pain, and his soul filled with shadow energy was annihilated in the agitation of light and darkness.
"Oh, I accidentally messed it up. Why did I fall down before I could exert any force?"
With one less person in the place, Carlos's pressure was greatly reduced and he felt more at ease.
"The power of shadow, the power of death, the power of frost, the power of evil energy, the power of blood, the power of soul, how many do you know?"
Although it was two against one, Carlos was firmly in control of the entire scene.
"Annihilation strike, heart strike, spiritual strike, you all don't know how?"
In the ruthless ridicule, another death knight was purified by the power of the holy light.
"If the owners of these bodies weren't all heroes of the Alliance, I would really want to cut you into pieces. Are Gul'dan's toys of this level? Isn't Talon Bloodfiend also such a weakling? "
Using the absolute advantage of his strength, Carlos suppressed the last death knight. The friendship-breaking fist containing the holy light was swung at the death knight's face, but was firmly caught by the death knight who was kneeling down on one knee.
"I never expected that the person who knows me best is my enemy."
Amid the excitement of holy light and shadow, the death knight slowly stood up.
"This is our first time meeting you, Gul'dan. I wonder if you have any suggestions for improvements to my toys?"
Carlos was in a devastated mood at the moment.
If you want you to be the meanest, if you want you to show off, if you want you to show off, let's get rid of it. How could Gul'dan leave his own toys alone?
"I heard that you are the most handsome orc?"
"Where, we orcs regard strength as beauty, but I'm far behind."
"Do you think this is soul seizing or resurrection?"
"It's just a little trick that doesn't work on the stage."
"You learned common language well."
"After all, we must prepare to rule you humans after victory."
"Oh? Are you so confident?"
"You have the strength, that's what it is. Come to our place and work together."
"lok-tarogar!"
"Your orcish is pretty good too."
During the seemingly relaxed conversation, the sword-to-sword battle never stopped, and the fist-to-fist competition never stopped.
Although the two were evenly matched in the fist fight between the power of Holy Light and Shadow, Bonigto Phantom Dancer's material was obviously better than the long sword in the hands of the death knight possessed by Gul'dan.
Looking at the long sword that had been cut with a gap, Carlos couldn't help but smile proudly. "I don't know if I kill you like this, what harm will it do to your body?"
"Guess!" Gul'dan also laughed.
The death knight possessed by Gul'dan suddenly opened his mouth, and evil energy spurted out from his eyes and mouth. In a hurry, Carlos could only curl the wings of holy light behind his back to his forehead to resist the impact of evil energy.
From the competition of muscles and martial arts to the power of holy light against shadow and evil energy, Carlos couldn't tell the pain.
The power of the Holy Light needs to be replenished by the Paladin through spiritual torture during confession or meditation. How can it withstand such direct and brutal consumption.
Although the quality and capacity of Carlos's Power of Holy Light are very good, it is not a human battery like Uther after all. In the confrontation with Gul'dan, the Wings of Holy Light gradually dimmed.
"Want to know the location of the Tomb of Sargeras?" Carlos suddenly asked.
"What?" Gul'dan was shocked, and the evil energy attack stopped abruptly.
Carlos suddenly let go of Bonigto Phantom Dancer, freed his right hand and poured all the remaining power of the Holy Light into his fist, hitting Gul'dan hard in the face.
A punch hit the head, and the headless corpse flew out. He lost control of the sword and twisted a strand of Carlos's hair, then hit the shoulder armor and landed with a clang.
"I won't play tricks anymore. Gul'dan is so fierce!"
Carlos was talking to himself, his muscles all over his body were trembling uncontrollably due to excessive exertion.
After a while, Carlos, who had regained his composure, straightened up his appearance, opened the door and walked out.
"Don't touch the three corpses for the time being. Let the mage and priest deal with them together." Carlos finally shook the cloak handed to him by his men and put it on, indicating that the crowd gathered around could disperse.
Thousands of miles away, Gul'dan touched his painful cheek, his excitement palpable.
Casting a spell to inform his subordinates who were secretly loyal to him, Gul'dan's order was simple and clear: Commander of the Southshore Alliance, I want to live!
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