The Players and the Protagonist Want to Kill Me – Chapter 552

Chapter 2: New Century (Epilogue)

Chapter 342: Ghost Dragon Legion Appears

The sounds of fierce fighting echoed from the direction ofEmerald Fortress’s city gates.

Sacred pillars of white light occasionally descended like heavenly thunder, striking the colossal figures within the dark clouds.

Runen turned his head to look.

Mottled within the clouds, he could vaguely discern a figure riding a Pink Dragon. Wielding a gleaming golden longsword and shield, he circled the Bone Dragons like a golden lightning bolt.

The Pink Dragon breathed out dragon breath of ice and fire, while the knight’s Qi Slash tore through the sky.

Below, a group of Unicorns formed an array.

A uniquely shaped light sword was situated in their midst.

The light sword spun, and Sacred Fire gradually condensed on its blade.

Runen no longer watched. He descended the city wall via a side ladder and approached his teacher.

He surveyed the surroundings. Corpses littered the ground, and devastation was everywhere.

Under the leadership of the King of Winter, the soldiers of Winter City advanced with overwhelming momentum, forcing the Undead to retreat. The war horns sounded again, and the three city gates were opened. The soldiers of Emerald Fortress poured out. Giant Thunder Birds circled in the sky, raining furious lightning upon the Undead. The girl controlling the black cat hid among the soldiers. Her tiny black cat was ferociously powerful, easily swatting down formidable Skeletal Knights and absorbing the Undead Ghost Fire from their skulls.

Runen withdrew his gaze and looked at the North Wind Duke.

The Old Knight lay there, his form desolate. The cold wind of the battlefield ruffled his beard and hair. He closed his eyes, appearing peaceful and serene.

Runen watched for a moment, then raised his hand to wipe away his tears. He slung the longsword the Old Knight had given him onto his back. Then, he found a pocket watch in the blood-soaked soil nearby.

A bronze statue of his son was carved into this pocket watch. The North Wind Duke frequently took it out to look at it.

That stern old face would always reveal a reminiscent smile at that time.

Runen wished to collect the Old Knight’s belongings as much as possible, but he found himself powerless. The Old Knight’s armor was completely shattered, covered in cracks like porcelain struck by a blunt object, with fragments embedded in his flesh and blood like thousands of steel needles.

The Old Knight’s weapon, a great hammer, was broken into pieces. Scorching lightning fire still covered it, emitting green smoke like dry branches thrust into a furnace. Soon, under Runen’s gaze, they slowly dissolved.

He couldn’t let a hero be buried here.

Runen tried to carry the Old Knight’s corpse. But the armor on the Old Knight was too heavy, and even lifting one of his arms was a struggle…

Footsteps sounded in his ears.

It was a group of Winter City soldiers and Players.

They silently approached Runen. Without a word, they helped Runen lift the North Wind Duke. They tied the North Wind Duke’s blood-stained cloak onto a spear and carried him towards Emerald Fortress.

As for the North Wind Duke’s horse, there was nothing they could do to take it with them.

Runen dug a grave for it and placed a tombstone on top, inscribed with: A brave and loyal servant, departed to follow its master’s footsteps, the North Wind Duke’s fine steed – Cloud.

Next spring, this place would surely be covered in flowers.

Runen slowly followed the procession carrying the North Wind Duke’s body.

His heart was tormented by fatigue and sadness. He kept reminding himself that everything he was experiencing was just a game, but when he looked up at the old man on the stretcher, he couldn’t help but feel his chest tighten as if a great stone were pressing on it, his limbs feeling heavy as lead and difficult to move.

The cold wind of the fortress blew on his face.

The warm tears that welled up quickly turned cold, but as they reached his lips, they still tasted bitterly salty.

It began to rain in the misty sky, extinguishing the fires in front of Emerald Fortress.

A troop of Knights rode out from the opened city gates.

They were the native troops belonging to the North Wind Duke’s command.

These helmeted Knights’ faces were hidden.

They stood on both sides of the city gate, dismounted, knelt on one knee, held their lances in their right hands, and placed their fists on their chests. With their heads lowered, they silently guarded the North Wind Duke’s remains as they slowly approached the city gate.

“Wooo—Wooo—”

The deep sound of the war horn rang out again.

These Knights mounted their horses, reformed their ranks, and charged towards the battlefield.

Their retreating figures grew farther and farther away.

In the air, only a furious roar filled with killing intent remained.

“Kill—!”

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On the core battlefield, the situation intensified.

It was a bloody battle!

King against King, General against General.

The Legendary-grade Ghost Dragon was completely tied down by the King of Winter and his Unicorns.

The Undead on the main battlefield became the final enemies of Emerald Fortress’s garrison.

But this did not mean the battle was easy.

The Undead were fierce.

Many were powerful Undead summoned by the Ghost Dragon, including formidable Liches and Black Knights, and even malevolent spirits that could drain the soul merely by touching a person’s body.

The clashing sounds of various swords, spears, and shields were incessant.

Interspersed were the shouts of warriors and the howls of the Undead.

War horns and drumbeats wove together into a magnificent symphony.

Skeletal Trolls and Skeletal Orcs continuously climbed out from the ancient earth, wielding their rusted weapons, roaring and bellowing, displaying their strong yet decaying bodies.

Clemon, leading a large contingent of Sky Knights, weaved back and forth through the tide of Undead.

The black cat and the Thunder Birds cleared the path ahead.

Their charge was ferocious, like a steel whirlwind, with Emerald Fortress’s infantry following closely behind, their killing intent palpable.

Whenever a Skeletal Orc appeared, Ruo Yi would swiftly intervene, her golden light sword piercing their skulls. The power of time cleansed the sinful Undead souls. These clumsy Orcs couldn’t even touch Ruo Yi’s clothes. They had only just been awakened by death energy, yet could only sink back into eternal slumber with unwillingness.

The number of Undead dwindled.

The Deathly Shadow Cloud grew thinner.

A strong wind blew, and the heavy rain shifted northward. The sun emerged, and the scales of victory tipped towards the garrison of Emerald Fortress.

But in this clear sky, dragon roars suddenly erupted one after another.

People looked in the direction of the dragon roars.

They saw the faint dawn that had just appeared on the horizon suddenly obscured by distant dark clouds. The surroundings grew dim as over a dozen flying figures approached.

Pale bones, tattered wings.

Blue spectral Undead Ghost Fire burned in their eye sockets.

It was a large group of Ghost Dragons.

“King of Winter!” Angus roared, suppressed by the Starfall Judgement Sword, his tone filled with gloating and triumph. “You received aid from the Elves and obtained Sacred Artifacts against the Undead, but do you know that my plan is not limited to this?”

“Watch! The Ghost Dragon Legion under my command will destroy Emerald Fortress, turning all living beings here into lost souls. The entire North Continent will eventually become my Undead paradise! Keke…”