The moment the black-haired wizard shouted those words, Isaac, who hadn't figured out what was going on, plunged headlong into the snowdrift without hesitation.

In the next second, the suddenly appeared ice crystal spear almost against the back of his head and stabbed straight ahead!

Brandishing the bright silver, Loren no longer hesitated, and stepped down, and the gray-blue afterimage pounced on the sudden appearance of the rotting corpse demon like a streamer.

"Bell ——!"

The roaring rotting demon used the shield of ice crystals to block the bright silver sword, and there were no sparks, countless tiny ice crystals scattered in the air.

Loren, who was stunned for a moment, frowned, feeling the pain coming from his wrist - he was even charging and had a condescending advantage, and this monster could still block his own slash?!

It seems that the power of the rotting demon is even more terrifying than he imagined, which is already comparable to a small ogre.

Sensing the impact, the carrion roared like an ice crack, and stabbed the black-haired wizard with an ice crystal spear, the tip of which grazed the right side of Loren's cheek.

But that's the end of it!

With one kick to open the shield, the gray-blue sword overturned the spear with a sword, and the black-haired wizard who was holding the hilt of the sword with both hands suddenly jumped up, and with the momentum of cutting gold and breaking iron, he backhanded a sword!

"Bang ——!"

The pale body of the rotting corpse demon shuddered suddenly, and the head that was hit by the sword was instantly shattered, and the remaining limbs also disintegrated and fell like ice cubes.

The black-haired wizard raised an eyebrow and stretched his trembling right hand slightly—it wasn't a good sign that he was just a rotting corpse, and he was so hard that he bruised his wrist.

Of course, the surprise is that they know their weakness: they will collapse directly if they crush their heads, and considering that this monster was directly pinched by the evil god, it doesn't seem to be enough to surprise people.

To put it simply, this monster is not difficult to deal with, and any experienced veteran can win one-on-one, so the real problem is their numbers......

The black-haired wizard with the "Bright Silver" in his hand glanced around, and at least five or six white figures in his field of vision had already noticed the movement here, scrambling to get closer to him.

"I'm sorry, Isaac, we might have to talk later. ”

Gently touching his friend in the snowdrift beside him, the expressionless Loren's gaze never left the surrounding "white figure", and the bright silver sword in his left hand hung down on his ankle:

"There's a cave in the back, wait for me a quarter of an hour there?"

"No problem, Senior Loren!" Isaac climbed up as fast as he could, hitting the snowflakes on his body and raising his chin proudly:

"Hurry up and get these big popsicles, we still have to hurry! How about a bet for half an hour?"

"Gladly. The black-haired wizard curled the corners of his mouth slightly: "Within half an hour, you have to add my name to the monument!"

"It's a deal!"

In the next moment, Isaac Grantham behind him was gone, and the six rotting demons raised their shields and spears at the same time, and pounced on the black-haired wizard like legionnaires!

Loren, who was standing in place, only raised the bright silver in his hand slightly, without the slightest intention of dodging.

Squinting slightly, he observes his opponents - they are not fast, but the infantry on the battlefield does not need to be very fast, as long as they can assemble before the cavalry charges.

Tremendous power, no orders, no morale to speak of...... Such "infantry" is really a nightmare for all cavalry and light infantry, no wonder every time a monster invades the empire, there are heavy casualties.

The only ones who can confront them head-on are the legionnaires known as the "Black Shield Wall".

An ice-cracking roar was already approaching, and the dim "Bright Silver" spewed light again.

"May the void be with you——!"

In the next second, a gray-blue arc of light swept past one of the pale figures with a whistling that tore through the air.

"Bang ——!"

A cracking sound sounded behind Loren, and the rotting corpse demon who had not yet had time to parry had been split in two and exploded under the bright silver sword!

"Good, the first one!"

Loren, who whispered softly, calmly dodged, dodged the encirclement of the remaining five-headed monsters, and quickly approached the next "prey", the gray-blue light only left a fleeting afterimage in place.

Indeed, as a monster, the rotting corpse demon is simply powerful, with strength beyond the physique and strong hearing, and it is not disorderly like other mutant monsters, killing each other if it exceeds a certain number, and there is no weakness that almost all creatures have such as "eyeballs".

As a killing machine, they're just perfect!

But there can't be anything in this world that doesn't have weaknesses - the rotting corpse demon is a monster fabricated by the evil gods using the power of the void, so it is very vulnerable to the weapons forged by Mithril, or the alchemy creations that also use the power of the void, and once directly touched, there is even a danger of disintegrating directly.

For example, Loren's "Bright Silver", the "Bright Star" in the hands of the Guardian Knight, and of course another very inconspicuous, but particularly practical gadget......

Ignition agent.

"Boom ——!"

There were no screams, and no wails before death. The monster melted by the flames shattered with the sound of the explosion.

The exploding flames forced back the two rotting corpse demons that were about to pounce in front of them, buying the black-haired wizard a moment's time, and the gray-blue sword shadow slid forward, and the monster that had just reacted immediately turned back and raised its shield to parry.

But it's too late!

The sword light flashed, and half of the body of the rotting corpse demon had been blasted by the bright silver, and the head that fell to the ground was shattered by the black-haired wizard before it could scream.

The gray-blue sword swung mercilessly, and the ice-cracking roaring rotting demons retreated step by step in the scream.

They already feel that the "creature" in front of them is very dangerous, and has the power to destroy them!

Fierce winds swept through the mountains, and hellish cries echoed through the cracks of the glaciers. The only two remaining rotting corpse demons found that the "creatures" in front of them did not attack.

The black-haired wizard who raised his eyebrows stopped in place, the "bright silver" light in his hand gradually dimmed, and the corners of his mouth hooked up an indifferent smile.

The next moment, a figure suddenly burst out in the falling snow!

"Bell ——!"

With a loud metal collision, a sharp Elemon short sword pierced the head of the rotting corpse demon from behind, and the screaming monster's head instantly shattered, and the trembling pale body collapsed to the ground, shattering into fragments.

At the same moment, the thin figure that suddenly appeared let go of the hilt of the sword, and suddenly crouched down to dodge the ice crystal spear that pierced the front door, and the left hand like a trick once again had an extra short sword!

The moment the monster raised its shield, the figure grabbed the barrel of its spear and jumped on top of the rotting corpse with its right hand;

The next moment, there was already an extra short sword above the head of the rotting corpse demon.

Behind him, the figure of a shattered monster fell.

"Beautiful!"

The smiling Loren praised without hesitation.

"Lord Loren, I... I thought I was wrong just now!" At this time, Lusen's eyes widened and he stared at the black-haired wizard in disbelief:

"How could it be you, no... I guess how did you end up here?!"

"Isaac was the same just now, why are you all curious about this ......" Loren, who twitched the corners of his mouth, said helplessly: "It's a long story, it has something to do with that avalanche." ”

"Avalanche?" the gray-eyed boy's expression became even more incomprehensible.

"Let's talk as we go, this is not a place to stay for long. The black-haired wizard shrugged: "Isaac is in the cave, let's rest for a while before thinking about the next ......"

Loren's eyes widened suddenly, and his cold hair stood on end!

Almost at the same time, the gray-eyed boy suddenly froze, staring at the black-haired wizard in horror.

"You've just... Do you hear that, too?" Lusen's expression was extremely nervous.

The solemn Loren bowed slightly—not just now, but the voice was still clear, like a muffled thunder, with a continuous roar.

It was a sound that only an army could make——!

"This voice... Definitely not dozens or hundreds. Lusen's expression was extremely ugly:

"I'm afraid it's... Thousands ——!"