Heavy Alien Samurai.

They are essentially necromancy, but flesh and bones have been transformed into composite metal by some powerful hex. Then the heavy vajra armor was welded to them. Armed with a giant shield and sledgehammer, they are simply the embodiment of calamity on the battlefield.

This was the conclusion reached after Franster had killed one of them.

However, such supernatural strength is not without limits, and its own weaknesses are unknown, but until now it is very problematic that the dark wizard Gerd has not released them to attack the Imperial army - as long as the number is above single digits, they can completely crush a full force of four hundred and twenty people.

This can be put in the back first. Now it was the two young ladies who were not far behind him who gave him a headache. For some reason he didn't know, while Anche was causing a riot and lowering the city gate drawbridge, the Terry brothers guarded the prison and the civilians in it. Alice, who was originally arranged by him to protect the only orphan of the Stormwind family, had to go with him to the top of the tower to defeat the dark wizard.

Forget it, at least her combat ability is still guaranteed. And Franct thought about it for a moment and readily agreed.

The problem is that the little girl named Lydia is also doing the same!

He still remembers the situation very well.

………… Five minutes ago.

"Wait a minute, Mr. Franst. I don't think my fighting prowess should be wasted here. And that dark wizard may be more powerful than our intelligence suggests. It would be safer for me to go up with you. ”

"What about Lydia?"

"She's able to protect herself, and she's just shown me that. ”

"Yes. Franct looked at Lydia's sword and shield. "Very well, then you can come along. ”

To the surprise of the two, Lydia also straightened up, "Then, I'll go with you too." ”

"It was an irrational decision. The Heavy Swordman frowned, "You are the only remaining bloodline of the Storm Clan, and the next battle is not something you can participate in now. ”

Lydia shook her head, eyes filled with anger like ice covering lava. "The Storm Family is finished, and as the second daughter, I have no right to inherit the territory and title. In other words, what is standing here now is nothing more than a girl who has been robbed of all her relatives and only wants revenge. She stared at Franster tightly: "Do you want to stop me?

Even he could only retreat in the face of such a determined gaze, and he couldn't help but look at Alice as if asking for help. It's a pity that Lydia didn't even give Alice a chance to speak.

"I've already proven myself to Mistress Alice! rest assured, I won't trouble you both. ”

".................." Alice's face darkened slightly.

……………

And so it became what it is now.

Franct couldn't help but sigh slightly, hoping that she would do what she said she wouldn't cause trouble. If you really can't do it, you can take the opportunity to stun her.

Franct wields the greatsword in his hand. The enemies in front of him were cut in half by him, symmetrical or asymmetrical. Even if they are transformed, the undead warriors who are completely steel all over their bodies will be quickly destroyed by their mobility. Immediately Alice and Lydia in the back were mended one by one.

It's not spacious, but it's not cramped either. But it was able to make the greatsword without this kind of terrain, which was just right for him to play.

It's really good that you don't need to watch out for crossbow arrows, you don't need to take care of your comrades. Just swing your sword and slash. It's as enjoyable as chopping melons and vegetables.

After this battle, Franster will join the circle of his comrades and become a real high-level snowman.

No, it should be said that he is already a member of the inner circle of the ring. With the exception of the oath ceremony under the Sky Crucible, he enjoys the same power as the members of the Ring. What's more, he received a bloodline blessing that only members of the Circle can receive.

It was the power that could transform into a beast in a short period of time. Only a strong warrior with a strong will to harness the fury of his blood will be able to enjoy such an honor. It was because of this that Franster was able to wear this wolf-patterned armor, a powerful weapon that could change with his size. Only the masters of the Sky Forge, the master of the modern forges, can create armor, each of which is priceless.

This is also the reason why Franster dares to bring two young ladies, this kind of bestial power can be described as the nemesis of the lawyer, as long as he gets close, even the high-ranking archmage will be torn in half by him lightly.

If it weren't for the fact that this power would cause panic among the soldiers, and the flesh and blood on the battlefield would greatly stimulate his desire for living viscera in the state of beastly incarnation, Francster would have used this power to kill into the Ash Swamp fortress.

When Franster slashed the last sword, none of the robbers in the lower layers of the fortress were left alive.

"Your sword...... It's really sharp. Alice looked at Franster and said in admiration.

"It's not my sword that's sharp, it's my will. "Maybe it's enough pleasure from killing. Franster seemed to be in such a good mood that he had time to explain to the Alice as he opened the way.

"Skyrim, no, there is no authoritative hierarchy of power in Tamriel. However, after the summary of countless predecessors, it can probably be divided into the following stages. ”

"Take the swordsman, for example. At the first level, as long as adults with a certain amount of training are considered this class, most of the militia or robbers are at this level. Many of the robbers just now are characters of this level, and they can rely on their numbers to bully and bully ordinary people. ”

"The second order is to be able to use one's armor and weapons reasonably, to know how to advance and retreat, and to know the art of wielding weapons. From a veteran to a centurion in the army in general, this rank is used. At this time, swordsmen were often proficient in their skills, and they were even capable of doing some jobs that ordinary people could not do. Like this. He swung the greatsword in one hand at the candle on the wall, and in an instant, the milky white column was divided into six equal parts.

"But there are always so many changes in swordsmanship, and when a swordsman has mastered his swordsmanship, the only thing that can continue to move forward is his will. ”

With a swing of his sword, Franster cut the iron deadbolt in front of him in front of him in two.

"If the heart is not late, the sword will not be late. ”

"Condense your will and infuse it into your sword, and if it is strong enough, it will be able to cut through all obstacles in front of you. ”

"Thy will is strong, thy sword is sharp, and thy shield is strong. The Third Order also has the saying of Iron Will, which is not a casual nonsense. ”

"Your current swordsmanship is at the second level, you know the coordination of your body shape and movements, and you can wield the weapon in your hand reasonably, but your skills are not exquisite enough. But you are following the path of a magic swordsman, and with your magic technique, the power you can exert is between the second and third levels. However, you have the talent, presumably you must condense your will, and it is only a matter of time before you truly enter the third order. ”

"And the fourth order above it is almost impossible to attain it by relying only on the physical weight of man himself. In fact, I haven't seen a few such strong people. They have either been blessed by the gods and demons, or they have mastered the extremely advanced arcane arts. Looking at the whole of Tamriel, there will not be too many such deposits. ”

These words almost opened up a new world for Alice. She never knew there was so much more to come, she knew she was lacking, but she didn't know what she was missing. But at this moment, the doubts in her heart were answered one by one.

At this moment, Lydia suddenly asked, "Hardly...... Then, there are still people who can reach the fourth order with their own strength. ”

Franster stopped.

In front of him is the final gateway to the central tower.

Through the stone window, the drawbridge could be seen to be lowered, and the bandits and reformed spirits on the walls were defeated by garrisons several times their size, and victory was only a matter of time.

A loud shout can be heard from below. It was the cheers of the freed civilians, who were being protected by two powerful shield swordsmen.

Above the tower, there was a faint sense of oppression in the space on the top floor. Even in this extremely unfavorable situation, the dark wizard Gerd still has no intention of interfering. He just stood quietly on the top floor of the tower, wantonly showing his sense of existence.

The heavy swordsman took a deep breath and said in a deep voice: "I have never seen or heard of such a person. ”

However, in the ancient books, there are records of such people. ”

"Sage, legend. ”

He slammed open the heavy iron door in front of him.

Both of them who have seen the structure know that leading to the top of the central tower is a cloister with two semi-circular rings. Left or right.

'Bah, Bah, Bah, Bah, ......'

The sound of heavy footsteps, coming from both the left and right ends at the same time, was heard many times by Franster.

Transform the undead.

But the two who appeared here were filled with a terrifying aura, and the bloody aura derived from their killing will almost made the tip of Franst's nose itch.

The first thing that came into view was on the left, a brawny man with a naked upper body, semi-metalized muscles with a silver-gray sheen, his gaze frantically and cruelly, and a massive two-handed hammer in his hand.

He was the previous leader of the gang of robbers, and Franster had seen his face on the wanted warrant.

He is still alive, but spells rule him. Maybe that's what Gerd really wants.

The muscles of Franster's whole body tensed slightly, and the warrior in front of him was undoubtedly a formidable enemy. The battle blood of the Nords in him was already boiling, waiting for the next fierce collision.

But before that, he couldn't help but glance to the right.

Franst's gaze froze.

But faster than him was Lydia's scream of surprise and fear!

"Father's !!"

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