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Chapter 131 Seizing food from the tiger’s mouth

Actually, this isn't the first time I've been slashed or stabbed.

Even with his arms and legs severed, Lorraine, in his undead form, seemed to feel little pain... but holy light or flames could penetrate his flesh and injure his fragile soul, causing even his teacher to feel pain.

The master and apprentice had already shared their feelings and speculations about this matter many times before...

Perhaps even if Lorraine's head is severed, as long as her soul remains, she will not die...

.......

But no one should joke with their own life!

The enemy wants to kill me, how can I just sit and wait to die? I am the one who represents death. Even my godfather didn't say I should die, so no one can easily take the lives of my master and me!

Magic is forbidden, but Lorraine can resist it with her hands and feet!

He pressed his wand against his neck to deflect the blows, while simultaneously using his will to command eleven death knights...

Aside from those who were relatively far away, Yurev, who was close by, seemed loyal and was the strongest. Next was the one who provided the Eye of Light, the one who had sworn an oath of death.

They came to the rescue immediately!

Yurev wielded a black longsword, exceptionally sharp, which he slashed towards the blood-red assassin Invar, its blade gleaming with a sharp aura. Riding a black, undead-like warhorse, Yurev, even before arriving, had already cleaved a spatial rift with his sword...

One second Invar was gloating over his impending completion of his perfect record... the next second he realized that one of his arms seemed to have lost all feeling... the arm that was gripping the sharp longsword and about to strike was now suspended in mid-air.

Invar's eyes were filled with shock, followed by excruciating pain...

Black flames still clung to the wounds on his arm... He tasted the pain of being pierced by swords... Before he could move or escape, a spear of light suddenly stabbed him, a mouthful of crimson blood spitting from his mouth, his entire body pierced through by the long-handled spear...

It was strange that Death's Oath rode on horseback, wielding a spear of light.

He was clearly a Death Knight, but his weapon was indeed the same Radiant Spear that Lorraine and Big Tooth's teammates had seen.

His warhorse was also clad in golden armor, but beneath the golden armor lay nothing but emptiness; one could still vaguely see that it was a bony body wrapped in a layer of luminous outer armor.

"Invar!"

Barry and Tyran cried out in alarm. It didn't matter that others had died, but this was an invincible assassin who had survived the battle against the Scourge, a hero of the Scarlet Crusade!

There used to be life-size statues in Scarlet Monastery, but they are incomplete today.

Perhaps from this moment on, even if he survives, he will no longer be a top-tier assassin.

Because his arm was severed by Yurev, the chief death knight of Lorraine, and then struck by the spear of Death's Oath, it was a close call that he survived.

The remaining Crimson Knights charged forward, trying to snatch the hero's body from the undead army. Marcus, standing at the forefront, reached out to stop them.

Marcus shouted, "Don't go to your deaths! Protect your High Lord and General! Let me go."

He witnessed the power of the two death knights opposite him and also saw a familiar face, Lorraine. Although the impression was somewhat vague, he wouldn't mistake this little guy, because the holy light on his insignia had a familiar scent...

Even though there are now as many as six Death Knights surrounding Lorraine, and countless Skeleton Knights are quickly closing in, they immediately protect their master.

Marcus's goal was clear: he wanted to snatch Invar from Death's Oath! Sword in hand, without a mount, the paladin used his movement and swordsmanship to weave through the oncoming skeleton knights...

His sword was a true holy sword blessed by the Holy Light; although not Ashbringer's, it was still the sword of an Alliance marshal. Under the Holy Light's influence, it inherently dealt bonus damage to undead creatures, making it nearly impossible for skeleton knights to hit him.

Occasionally, when you see him in his full set of Lionheart steel plate armor, only a few sparks are drawn...

After passing through five lines of defense, he rushed to the wounded and fallen Invar. Fortunately, these undead did not like to finish off the enemy; they foolishly blocked Lorraine's view, making it almost impossible for Lorraine to see what was happening outside.

Marcus glanced around, kicked over a skeleton rider, ignored the undead horse's neighing, forcibly pulled it by the reins, grabbed the wounded Invar, and ran back...

With one hand gripping the reins and the other holding Invar firmly, he used his sword to spur the skeletal warhorse forward...

In just a few dozen seconds, Tyrande had begun healing Invar. Lorraine, barely recovered from his ordeal...

.......

Suddenly I looked up, and it looked like someone was coming from the sky!