Even though he is an orc killer and a human warrior, he has poured too much energy into Thrall, made too much investment, and everything in the future has been planned.

He couldn't allow an assassin to destroy everything.

As a battlefield veteran, Major Blackmore, although he is not one of those legendary brave heroes, has been fighting on the battlefield since he was young. His rich combat experience gives him an absolute advantage against Black.

Assassins are not good at confronting warriors.

After just a few sword exchanges, Black was at a disadvantage. The footsteps of the guards rushing towards him could be heard outside the door. The major had already secured victory.

Black, who had his head lowered, suddenly changed his fighting style at this moment. He no longer responded with a delicate fight, but instead rushed forward recklessly towards the major's dagger.

"puff"

At the same time that the dagger pierced the assassin's waist and abdomen, Black's blade fist also cut into the major's blocked left arm, and two balls of blood burst out at the same time.

Judging from the injuries alone, the assassin's blow was simply risking his life, and the results were disastrous.

But the problem is that since getting the blood ring poison, every time Blake attacks, he will not forget to quench the weapon in advance.

"Despicable assassin!"

The major also felt the numbness of his entire arm in an instant. He staggered back, cursed, and kicked Blake away. The assassin fell to the ground, and his waist and abdomen were almost stabbed.

This can already be considered a fatal injury.

But he doesn't care.

The face with residual burns was filled with an eerie calm, as if he couldn't feel the pain at all, and he didn't care about the gleaming swords of the guards pouring into the office.

He just stared at Edras Blackmoore in front of him.

The blood ring poison did not disappoint as always. In just a few seconds, the brave major fell into the chair with a pale face, and Oridon even shouted for the priest.

"Buzz"

Just when the guards were about to hack the despicable assassin to death, everything around him suddenly stopped in Blake's perception.

The soldiers waved their swords.

Their shouts and breathing, the noise in the office, even the wind around the castle, the light from the sun, everything stopped.

Time is frozen in the river of time.

Everything in the castle is fading rapidly, like an old filtered photo with all the colors removed, and like it has been ripped out of the river of time.

Blake's body was also frozen, as if the shutdown button had been pressed and he could no longer move a finger, but his unique soul was still as fresh as before.

He looked at the translucent status bar in front of him, and there was an additional entry in it:

"Back in Time"

"Buzz"

The frozen time in the entire castle quickly flowed back in an instant, as if someone had quietly moved one space back on the invisible scale of the timeline.

It's like a silent black-and-white silent film played backwards.

The swords that fell against Blake, those angry soldiers, the shouting Oridon, the dying major, including Blake himself, are all part of the film played backwards.

Everything is going back.

This process was terrible, just like being thrown into a crazy spinning washing machine and spinning hundreds of times. The moment Blake's consciousness returned to his body.

He had been forced back to the moment when he was fighting with Major Blackmore. At this time, he was rushing towards the dagger thrust out by the major. The blade fist in his hand was only a few inches away from the major's blocking arm.

"Snapped"

In the still frozen time, in Blake's gaze.

A tall, white-skinned high elf wearing a moon-white dress, a crown, white hair, and long ears appeared from the frozen time stream like a ghost.

She hovered a few inches above the ground,

Looking at Blake Xiao with a cold and calm gaze, under the raised white eyebrows, what should be a pair of beautiful eyes is a shocking yellow snake pupil.

During the frozen time, she was the only one around who was unaffected.

It's like she is the master of this time flow.

She "floated" to Blake's eyes, looked him up and down, and a second later, she said in a clear voice, like a bird chirping:

"Got you, Derek Proudmoore!"

"You shouldn't have appeared, time scum!"

PS:

Today I had a chat with Brother Yunfei, a veteran author of Warcraft fandom. The guy is very nice and I was deeply inspired after the chat. He gave me a chapter recommendation, and I also had the audacity to recommend his book "Stanso" to him.
Chapter completed!