Karpas hated the metal ring that had bitten to his bony finger, the cursed object that limited his limb agility and could not be removed from his bony finger. He had tried to break his finger before, but the curse attached to the magic ring was like a strong steel bar connecting the finger to his entire palm.

He couldn't use brute force to undo the mage-craftsman's revenge on him, nor could he use a spell or magic called "Lift the Curse", so he had to use his limited strength to fight his enemies.

During the battle with Urs, the undead nightmare mount beside him began to hiss angrily and snorted aggressively, the scorching snort turning into smoke, and soon a cone of sulfur-filled space spread through the air.

Nightmarmon's snort has a certain chance of suffocating or blinding a living creature that inhales smoke, and any living creature within the conic space must have a strong enough physique to face an upset stomach due to the pungent stench of sulfur, which will affect the overall quality of the weapon's movements.

Urs saw and smelled the smoke coming out of the necromantic nightmare's nostrils. The color of the smoke is a disgusting yellow, and the hazy effect provides a slight visual masking advantage for the undead nightmare with a dark green soul fire burning in its eye socket - it's a pity that the young man's physical state is not negatively affected by the sulfur stench at all, after all, the character's physical attributes will directly affect the verification advantage in terms of tenacity immunity, not to mention that the god of war Wall's voter template has an additional +5 tenacity immunity reward in addition to the enhancement of the basic attribute of the increase!

As such, Urs is not at all afraid of the smoke of Nightmaremon, either alive or transformed into an undead monster.

He tightened the ten fingers of his hands, grasped the cross-shaped greatsword weapon, and the pace under his feet immediately started again!

Karpass's flame scimitar reflexively parried in front of him, his legs wrapped in a layer of black iron armor slightly bent to his knees, and he was ready to roll and dodge urgently - but its dark golden soul fire swayed in the eyes of the helmet, and after a split second of reaction time, the young man in black aimed his attack at his Nightmare Beast mount, the slender cross-handed sword that swung in the direction of the latter's arm and slashed at the neck bone of the undead Nightmare's horse!

The undead nightmare's bony hooves stepped back, its slender bone neck unable to dodge the slash of the greatsword in time, and the +1 enchanted iron blade slammed into the long flaming bone with a tooth-aching thud —

It feels as if it wasn't a sharp weapon that struck the target, but a rough sledgehammer that wielded its due power!

So the nightmare war horse in the form of the undead immediately broke the neck connecting the head and the torso under the pressure of the force of Urs's sword slashing, and the dark green soul fire and the skull in the shape of a horse's face pulled down from the air more than two meters high, and the traces of the fall were extinguished in a flash, like a cold meteor, which disappeared in an instant before it fell to the ground.

Nightmaremon's skull rolled down a slight slope of the ground to the young man's feet.

Urs saw with his own eyes that the horse-shaped skeleton then collapsed and fell apart on the spot, and the giant sword in his hand did not completely brake after swinging the slashing trajectory, but immediately followed by the twisting and adjustment of his wrist and arm to transfer the remaining strength that had not been cut just now to the parry in the next second.

His knees bent down in line with his own movements, his feet pulled a little to stabilize the stake, and the cross-shaped two-handed greatsword and the elbows and wrists of his arms under his control showed two consecutive 90-degree right angles in the same direction, and the slender blade immediately rose from a position close to the ground, and with a "bang" on the side of the young man's head, he blocked the flame scimitar that Karpas took the opportunity to swing.

The weapons of both sides are pressed together, and the stage of wrestling begins.

"Your ambitions are coming to an end, Karpath." Urs's victory in the wrestling was naturally easy, but he deliberately left some strength in the muscles of his arms and did not burst out, and the brown eyes, who had never entered a state of rage, then turned to look at the necromantic knight whose body was surging with flames, and his eyes released a cat-and-mouse playfulness and provocation.

Karpas was a little shocked by the strength of Urs. Perhaps it is more appropriate to say that it is a rat's eye or a frog at the bottom of a well, but this arrogant undead blackguard did not expect that he would be able to meet a human whose strength is far away from him on Misty Island, so that he has actually integrated his "Breaking Good Battle" combat skills into the scimitar slash just now.

You must know that the Black Guard's "Breaking the Good Battle" is basically a copy of the Holy Warrior's "Breaking the Evil Slash", and the evil belief has indeed turned into an objective force and integrated into his attack in the moment just now!

However, Urs's cross-sword was like a rock, trembling only the moment the two weapons collided and touched, and then he held his scimitar steadily, not moving.

The almost static stalemate meant that the other party had deliberately controlled his strength - he had a long career as a mercenary before his death, and he immediately reacted, sensing the difference in strength between the young man and himself, and at the same time he couldn't help but feel a little extra confused.

"Why does this strange human know my name?"

His mind was at a fork, but he didn't know that the sarcastic lines that Urs had just heard casually were affecting his mental concentration with the mentality of giving it a try.

Then, a black robe and two knives appeared on the side of his body—

The crow's hands were so flexible that it was difficult to distinguish the difference between left and right, and the twin blades of the curved blade accompanied her black-robed figure to attack Karpas suddenly!

One of the soul fires in Karpass's eyes sensed Miss Poet's intentions, and quickly stepped back from Urs's face, and the blade of the Flowing Flame parried one of the scimitars in the poet's hand.

His skillful combat skills drove him to retreat from Urs's presence within a short time of reaction and action, and he managed to use his weapon to block a stab from the Raven's right hand.

Unfortunately, the necromantic knight was left with only one arm, and the void on the other side of his body caused Miss Poet's second knife to slash him firmly in the head. Des was on top, and he said to himself that Lord Death had taken care of him, and the fire-scorched iron helmet protected its skull under the blade of the scimitar, and the dark golden soul fire shook in his eye sockets for a moment, but fortunately it was not extinguished by the fatal blow.

The raven looked at him with a fluke, and the scimitar of the off-hand who hit the latter's helmet quickly withdrew with a sneer under the hood.

Urs's deliberate retention of strength just now was precisely because he was aware of the support of his companions. Miss Drow Poet, who was in the black robe, drew Karpass's attention, and the young man immediately saw the silhouette of another figure taller than himself wrapping around the back of the Necro Knight, and the thick palm of the electric light and magnetic sound seemed to fall from the sky through a layer of leather of the fist gloves, and covered the back of Karpass's helmet!

Stonefist's fighting style has more power than the crow's oppression - although it is not as wild as when Urs swings his sword, it is enough to press the large "only" human-sized Karpas to the ground in one go when the time of the next second comes.

Karpas was unprepared, and his unbalanced body took his bones and head with a mouth and gnawed mud on the spot.

The Electric Claw Fist began to roar, and the leaping lightning instantly mingled with the flames burning on the Necro Knight's body. However, the orc monk was only responsible for pushing the necromantic knight to the ground, and the flames on the latter's body that covered the surface of his armor like a trench coat made Stone Fist dare not give him a warm "hug" an inch, and then withdrew his outstretched palm and stepped aside.

Karpas lay face down on the ground, feeling the force exerted on the back of his head retreat, and suddenly wanted to roll up, and then he felt a wide blade pierce his skull along with the outer helmet, and two dark golden fires shook violently—

Then it was disshadowed and vanished along with the fire suit wrapped around him.

The cross-shaped greatsword was inserted upside down on the head of the undead Black Guard, resembling a religious symbolic cross standing on the corpse of the deceased.

"This guy is dead." Urs lowered his gaze to look down at the motionless corpse, making sure that he had received a kill cue in his mind before drawing his sword.

The word "death" in his mouth wasn't an accurate description for an undead creature, but the members of the team could certainly understand what he was trying to say.

Raven Que withdrew the double knife into the sheath on both sides of his waist, his dark purple eyes glanced disdainfully at the soul under the sword that had been killed by the young man, and asked casually in a hoarse voice, "Don't you want to confirm more?" What if you don't die? ”

"The fire of the soul is proof that the undead creature is 'alive', and extinguishing it means the end." Urs crouched down, put his two-handed greatsword at his feet, and reached out to open Karpass's face, his hollow eye sockets proving that the necromantic knight could no longer pose an effective threat to everyone present.

Whether it's him, or the skeleton soldiers under his command who have been dealt with by Thea, Koto, Bellingis, and Abel.

Dorothy didn't cast a spell in this battle, as if she were staying where she was and watching a play, the theme of which is about the adventure party on the road who destroys the inflated ambitions of an evil creature with a crushing victory.

Maybe the reason for this is not because Karpas is too weak, but because the overall strength of the Thorn Squad has become qualitatively strong, right?

Especially Urs......

The young man in black crouched beside the humanoid skeleton that had lost one arm, leaned down and lowered his eyes, and it took a few seconds to finally find the metal ring that Karpas was wearing on the bone finger of his right hand—

Randall's Cursed Ring

Item Type: +1 Ring (Magic Item/Cursed Item)

Exemption +1

The wearer's agility stat is locked at 14

Cursed: The item cannot be de-equipped unless the character dies

Requirements: None

Randall, the mage-maker, has incorporated his craftsmanship and resentment into this ring. If you hate a sensitive person, give it to the other person; If you want to help someone who is clumsy, give it to the person as well.

The item's stats are the same as those in memory.

“…… Not bad. ”

The young man was silent for a moment, then made a casual soft comment, then forcefully broke the bone finger off Karpath's palm—with a crisp "snap," and then removed the metal ring with the curse effect from it.

"Haha, the fire is on the fire, the battle just now is really exciting! Evil things should be defeated by the forces of justice! Koto happened to be in a happy mood shouting in his loud voice with the rest of the group, and suddenly he was curious to see the young man's actions, and couldn't help asking, "Huh? What are you doing, Captain? ”

"Just in time, Koto." Urs turned his head to look at the dwarven warrior who was also looking at him, and smiled at the corner of his mouth, and tossed the ring that had just fallen from his bony finger to the latter.

"And then."

"Oh? What is it? A ring? ”

The dwarf froze for a moment, quickly let go of his right hand holding the warhammer, and reached out to grab what Urs threw at him from mid-air.

After confirming that he had grasped the small hard object, he moved his hand to his eyes, spread his palm, and then the metal ring, which had already been blackened by the flames and smoke, immediately subconsciously observed it carefully.

Urs was sure he had caught it, and then nodded at him, his eyes seemed to tell him that the item had been assigned to him, and then crouched up a little more, his eyes moving to the flaming scimitar that had landed next to the Necroknight's hand—

【Karpass's Flame Scimitar】

Item Type: Machete +3 (Magic Item)

Weapon Damage: 1d8+3 (Slash), +3 Fire Damage, +1 Negative Energy Damage

Requirements: 12 Strength

- This beautiful scimitar was once in the service of a necromantic knight named Karpass. She is a flaming beauty, gracefully curved with a deadly sharpness, a scorching curved blade covered in a layer of flowing magma, and a hint of subtle power.

The flaming blade undoubtedly shows the fact that the scimitar with a +3 enchantment level is inflicted fire damage, and the ghostly power in the item description is probably the "+1 negative energy damage" at the end of the damage data column, right?

Well, it hurts a lot...... Urs picked up the weapon, and quickly came to the conclusion of this brief comment through the item data bar that came to his mind, thinking that Karpass's knife still had an explosive rate in his previous world.

Therefore, the real world also has real benefits, at least some physical objects that can be seen and touched will be dropped 100%.

It's a pity that he is not good at using scimitar-type weapons, at least not in this life.

"This knife is yours, Raven." So he thought about it, and then assigned the "burning beauty" to the poet in the procession along with the knife and sheath. Voluptuous fiery beauty with thorny black roses? Well, the name of this group sounds good, with a bit of coquettish charm.

Raven took the Flame Scimitar and tested whether his strength was suitable, and felt that the new weapon was quite adequate, so he accepted it as a matter of course, bothering to say anything in the process.

Of course, Urs didn't care if she thanked herself or not, anyway, it didn't affect anything, and Miss Poet's personality was like that.

Then he turned his head, took a deep breath, looked closely at the humanoid remains of Karpas lying on the ground, and said to himself......

Lady luck is on top – it's time to look at the face.

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