At that point, it's time for the Bone Cavalry, the High Flesh Golems, and the Black Ranger to make their grand debut, and by the way, the Lich Mister named Melville, who will probably join the battle if he's done with the work at hand.

Of course, Notson and Robb's vision was wonderful, but war is often celebrated by bards precisely because of its fun and unpredictable nature.

The current "Black Rangers" are throwing feathered arrows around a section of the city wall directly in front of the castle, and the dense arrows are like locusts that sweep low in the air, they have sharp tips, and after the arrows fall, they fall on the battlements of the wall, the knight's shield or armor, and jingle into a ...... Although these arrows did not cause much damage to the knights with heavy armor on their bodies, at least, they effectively distracted the knights and guards—

The castle's humble servants and guards had been ordered to retreat under the walls, and the knights had to form a tight formation of swords and shields.

The counteroffensive posture of the humans in the castle has obviously slowed down, although the cannon fodder troops in the undead are still being rapidly depleted, but compared to before, this level has weakened a lot.

Notson looked up slightly, and he saw that the man in the gorgeous silver armor was climbing the wall, and then, looking at him from a distance—

The man's position was facing the rising sun, and when Notson looked at the man for about three seconds, he suddenly felt dizzy.

It was a dazzling point of light, as brilliant as the sun.

The light glowed in the air in a circle of colorful halos, making it almost impossible to look at directly.

This time, Fred Wolff, the eldest son of the Earl of Talon, stood proudly on the wall, he did not wear a helmet, but showed a shiny head, he looked at the undead generals in the enemy formation, his eyes were as cold as ice, and his right hand drew his sword from his waist.

The long sword is fingered.

Standard sword salute.

An invitation to a duel.

If the other party is a real noble knight with courage and a sense of honor, he will never refuse-

Although the northland nobles of Elantra have lost their former glory and martial prowess in the past hundred years, the atmosphere of dueling is still retained in this ancient country, but sometimes, if one party does not have the same strength and is unwilling to die, it is often possible to choose to let a personal attendant or a knight under his command participate in the duel on his behalf, which is also one of the default rules in the Elantra aristocratic circle.

Seeing the silver-armored knight on the city wall acting like this, as a member of Dil's generational family and an old undead general, he naturally understood the meaning of this sword salute-

He rarely used close-quarters martial arts, but that didn't mean his swordsmanship was mediocre, but most of the time, the enemy was killed by him with that terrible longbow before he even got close to him.

An invitation to a duel, he had no reason to refuse.

That human knight may have good strength and extraordinary self-confidence, but he is also a powerful knight who has stepped into the high level of awakening.

This is the dignity of being a strong man!

……

"Duel? It's just so boring. ”

Robo the Caveman sat on a soft grass, a place he had chosen to finish, he was already feeling a little exhausted after that spell cast, and he thought he had done enough in this battle, so he needed to rest now.

He pulled out a wine bottle from the pocket of his clothes, and it was a scarlet liquor, a slightly viscous liquid that grumbled white as the bottle shook gently. This is a unique recipe from the cave people, it is made from a special berry and blood produced in the underworld, and the blood of the finest cave wine comes from underage humans, such as boys and girls under the age of fifteen, and especially girls under the age of ten!

"Cheers to the sake of victory!"

He shouted to himself—

There was no one around him, and after drinking a few glasses of wine in a row, he felt his spirit suddenly become excited, the collision of swords and blades, the flowing blood and rancid agriculture, the mountains and forests in the sun...... The vivid colors of the picture made his retina red, and he began to shake his head and tail, singing loudly with a chanting emphasis:

"This is a battle to be won, and when the time comes, I will cut off the head of that human knight, his scalp is so smooth, and looking at the charming luster, it will be a skull wine cup with a nice touch! And all of this is exactly what happened to that damn guy who provoked Lord Notson! ”

It is in the Negan language.

The peculiar syllables are heard to the human ear as if they were an indescribably strange noise.

"What is that guy doing?"

"I don't know."

The caveman Lobo was dancing with his hands, and Gross listened to it, and with the identity of the other caveman and the characteristics of a few syllables, he could probably determine that this was the language of Negan in the underworld-

However, at this time, he didn't have the extra heart to open the system to listen to what the other party was saying, because the bear spirit "Ursa" had already rushed into the camp of the undead.

After the huge fleshy figure knocked down a fence of the camp, it rushed towards the center of the camp like a bulldozer, and some low-level undead species, such as the skeleton warriors and zombies who were still gathering in the camp for the next round of charge, spotted the large uninvited guest, and greeted him with long swords and scimitars.

It turns out that the awakened mid-level lv40 bear spirit "Ursa" is enough to be called rough and thick-skinned, at least, in front of these generally inaugurated low-level skeletons and zombies, the sword slash is closer to tickling, such an attack can not make "Ursa" feel the slightest pain, this bear spirit stares at brown eyes, majestic, and looks at all beings-

The bear's paw the size of a millstone was raised, just the palm wind brought up, it made the undead's body stagger, and what was swept by the bear's paw was an instant broken tendon fracture, but unfortunately the undead did not die because of this, the skeletons' heads fell to the ground, the soul fire was still bright, and the jaws were closed one by one, as if they wanted to bite off a piece of flesh from "Ursa".

The undead mid-level commanders quickly noticed the change in the camp, but when they engaged the giant bear, they found that it was not an enemy they could resist at all, and the lich Melville also noticed the movement, and he was meditating in a tent to recover his mana, but by this time, he could not help but delay-

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