Outside the outpost.

Two Norman knights stood facing each other and were talking about the "Chief's Daughter", which had recently appeared out of nowhere.

"What's the name? Brunhilde? ”

"It's really similar to the leader's appearance, even if she doesn't say it, I know that she must have something to do with the leader."

"Speaking of the leader's appearance, how beautiful is it on a woman's body?"

"Do you want to die? Say this kind of thing...... But that eldest lady is really feminine. ”

"How do you see it? The chest is not particularly large, and the legs are not particularly long......"

"The chest is not big, but it is not small; The legs are not long, but they are not short either. There are no shortcomings in all respects, and she is already a fairly qualified woman, enough to withstand my sticks and fists. Not to mention she's still a Huskar......"

"Actually, what is really powerful is her eyes, indifferent eyes like staring at insects, just by looking at her I feel like I am about to crumble."

"That's right, especially when I'm riding her and making her look at me with eyes that look like they're going to kill me, so I can until I shoot blood......"

"Yes, hahahaha!"

The Norman knight's rampant laughter came to an abrupt halt as blood literally burst out of his throat.

Mia had flashed behind him, the knife in her right hand slashing through his neck, and her left hand pointing at the ground, and the shadow under the Norman knight's feet immediately leaped to the ground, engulfing the other knight on the other side with a changed face.

Almost instantly, the two knights standing here disappeared along with the blood that spurted out, and Mia also disappeared immediately - went to the shadow realm to hunt down the prey, leaving no trace.

However, someone not far away noticed the anomaly. It was a high-ranking Norman knight standing next to the gas pump, and suddenly heard the laughter outside abruptly stop, and couldn't help but immediately become vigilant.

"Victor? Magnus? The senior knight drew his battle axe and cautiously walked towards the periphery. Frosty white gas slowly spread out from around him, ready to freeze any attack from around him.

Inside the shop, the Norman knights, who were sitting by the campfire, also heard the shouts outside. Someone laughed and said:

"Those two cubs are probably out of the box again."

"I'll have to tie them to a tree and whip them later."

After a few moments, the shouting creature also lost its voice, leaving only the sound of the campfire crackling and burning.

"I'll go out and have a look." A certain white-haired Huska stood up.

Outside the gas station, the senior Norman knight stood where the two had disappeared, silent.

The two of them should be standing guard here, where did they run away without permission?

Suddenly, his spirit was shaken, and he was attacked by some unknown psychic attack. Forcibly resisting the control with his spirit, the high-ranking Norman knight was about to scream, only to find that his body was no longer controllable.

Possessed!

Then, the trees next to it suddenly grew countless branches, which were immediately entangled, and then dragged into the bushes next to them.

"What's going on?" Almost moments later, the white-haired Huskar arrived nearby.

No one. Whether it was the knight who was standing guard here or the knight who spoke just now, it was as if he had suddenly disappeared inexplicably.

"Enemy attack!" Roars echoed across the camp.

is really worthy of being a law-level powerhouse, and he didn't even notice the shadow of the enemy, so he didn't hesitate to call for help...... On the hill in the distance, Mi'er thought almost speechlessly, silently aiming at the eyepiece of the sniper rifle.

Medea's mark appeared in Mier's consciousness through a covert manipulation connection.

According to the markings, the white-haired guy in the distance, the one who was hostile to Sidlifa, needed to be eliminated during the raid.

In Mi'er's eyes, countless world lines radiated out, forming an almost endless staggered trajectory.

Each world line represents the trajectory of the bullet after she shoots in a particular direction, whether it is the flight path that comes out of the disembowelment or the trajectory of the projectile that hits an object and becomes a ricochet.

Then, a large number of threads disappeared from her field of vision, leaving only those that passed through distant targets.

"Bang!" With a single gunshot, the bullet had already pierced the lungs of the Husco Guards—not the heart that Mi'er had been aiming for, because he instinctively dodged the moment the bullet collided with the ground.

A bullet hole was punched in the lobe, and the Huskar Guardian silently wiped his hand to his chest, freezing the bleeding wound.

The direction of the fire is...... No, the bullet hit the ground, bounced off and hit me! The enemy is a Templar with the ability to calculate ricochets!

The Huskar Guardians understood in an instant, and immediately responded.

The Law of Frost. Slow!

A large amount of cold air erupted from the pores of his skin, and soon a thick and vague mist formed around him, enveloping his figure.

Another gunshot rang out. The bullet struck the ground again, then bounced off the Hasko Guard, who nimbly dodged it.

Exactly, it was the bullet that flew at a reduced speed.

"Try it with my storm, and maybe I'll blow away the fog." Sheila said in the communication channel.

"No, no." Mi'er continued to shoot a few more shots and said, "The regimental commander has passed. ”

"Asker?!" Sheila was shocked, the head of the regiment, this salted fish would actually surface for ventilation?

Huskar Guard was still dodging bullets while running in the direction of the retail store, and he didn't take a few steps before he heard someone shouting at him on the wall next to him:

"Hey!"

He turned his head and was greeted by a bright sword light!

Asker slashed with a knife in his right hand, and quickly pulled at him with his left hand, plundering!

His body also emitted a white mist, which quickly mixed with the other person's mist, and the movements of the two people were simultaneously affected by the slowness effect, attacking each other like a movie slowing down.

The dagger and the tomahawk clashed again, and the icy cold air quickly spread from the axe's blade, and before it could touch Asker's wrist, he disarmed the summons of the conceptual armament, causing the cold air wrapped around the dagger to collapse directly.

Then he made a spear stabbing gesture, and suddenly there was an extra spear in his hand halfway through!

Dragon Lance!

The spear emerged so quickly that it broke through the Tomahawk's defenses and stabbed the Huskar Defender in the abdomen. Asker was about to pick up the opponent again, only to see the opponent slam the gun hard.

The Law of Frost. Freeze!

A large amount of solid frost flew along the body of the spear, like a vicious snake swimming fiercely, but before it could touch Asker, it collapsed and shattered again with the disappearance of the spear, and countless ice particles crackled and fell to the ground.

This guy has such a quick reaction speed! Huskar's pupils narrowed, and he understood that his tactics were restrained by the opponent.

The Norman knights of the Northern Horn have two habitual combat styles, one is a physical attack and the other is a frost attack. Among them, the frost attack also has long-range and short-range, the former is to directly hit the cold and frostbite the enemy, and the latter is to use the weapon collision to transmit the cold to the opponent's arm for killing.

However, the opponent uses some means to "steal" his own slow law skill, so as long as the ranged attack enters the opponent's range, it will slow down, and the hit rate is so low that you can imagine; Switching to a close-range attack, the opponent can summon a variety of weapons, and can be disarmed and summoned at any time, and the switch between them is almost seamless, resulting in the cold and unable to rely on weapon collisions to pass through.

In other words, either attack with a wide range of frost, or rely on martial arts to fight hard.

Considering that there are companions indoors not far away, it is not difficult to make a corresponding choice.

Only Husko whispered, and the frost-white hair immediately condensed into tiny frost particles. The surging frost power traveled violently inside his body, and a large amount of white cold air was drummed up at extremely low temperatures, as if even the air was about to be frozen.

Austerity. Spiked Nova!