At present, Notterson has a higher combat level than Sask, and it seems that he is stronger, but Gross knows that these two undead generals who appeared in the same "Ambition Rebellion" have developed very differently

"Black-Edged Warrior" Sask, who later became the commander of the undead side of the Seven Years' War, and Notson was ???.? ｒ?ａ?ｎ?? ｅ?ｎ?a`ｃ?ｏｍ?

Compared with humans, the White Council of Bones, known for its shrewdness and cunning, rarely buries talents easily, and the difference between Sask's and Notteson's later status, in addition to tactics and brains, also accounts for a large part of the personal strength.

With the memory in his head, Gross already knew that if he fought with this death knight in the face, as long as there were no big mistakes, with the attributes and skills of the Steelheart Warrior, it was enough to ravage Notson happily

What's more, his mastery of most of the martial arts in this world has reached the point of perfection.

The moment the Divine Frost Long Sword was drawn out of its scabbard, a clear dragon groan seemed to burst out of thin air around it, and Gross's momentum matched with his footsteps to reach its peak at this moment, and the silver blade condensed into a dazzling dot, which carried the sunlight and perfectly restrained the line of the law of divine power

The trajectory of the blade.

Gross's boots clattered on the dirt floor, his armor rattling, and his steps were so fast that it was like a bolt of lightning rushing towards Notterson

The latter concentrated, and the long sword in his hand swept out a slanted sword ray, this sword ray also condensed the law, although it seemed inconspicuous, but it had already made an extremely perfect protection.

Unless, the other party desperately wants to lose both.

But Nottson knew it was impossible. Even if they are clothed in armor, the mortal body of a human being is not as strong and strong as the undead, and the human being itself has many weaknesses, but for the dead of the eternal sleeping body, these weaknesses have long since ceased to exist

After all, they don't have a heartbeat, they don't need to breathe, they don't bleed, and they don't feel pain from their injuries.

Two swords strike.

The footsteps quickly stepped away and landed.

Gross's sword momentum was unstoppable, and it was a downward slash. At first, it was a sharp friction between the weak sword body and the weak sword body, and then it became a wrestling force between the strong sword body

The situation was unexpected, and he stared dumbfounded at the young face in front of him, but he didn't see the look he had hoped to see, only the frenzy in a pair of frighteningly bright eyes, and a hint of obvious disgust.

"The stench of the undead is as bad as it is recorded in the books."

In hand-to-hand combat, the distance between the two bodies is less than half a meter at this time, and the special and strange rancid smell that belongs to the undead comes to the face, even stronger than the ordinary undead

Gross knew that the undead had some body odor, but something as serious as Notson's was more than he had originally expected.

Even the abomination, known for its stench, is not much more disgusting than this Death Knight.

"Why don't you put on some perfume?"

He said as he stared at the flickering red soul fire

The long sword in his hand pressed down a few points harder, and the blade of the sword was slashing down little by little, where the opponent's fingers held the sword

The Steelheart Flow Warrior of lv42 is no longer inferior to the Ranger of lv50 in pure strength, and coupled with the attributes attached to the equipment, Gross has already occupied the absolute upper hand at this time.

Notson was anxious and angry.

The urgency was that this young man's swordsmanship was extremely fierce, and he did not give in or dodge in the slightest, as if he was dying; Angry that the other party also made mockery in his mouth, he wanted to pick the skin of this human being, but when it came to this, he had no way to do it.

The divine Frost Sword was about to slice through his fingers

Gross held the sword in his right hand, and the entire frost sword was like a red-hot soldering iron under the blessing of the radiant flame, and he was already burning to the bone on his finger bones, and he was almost about to drop the sword from his hand.

Fred looked at this scene, Cumberland looked at this scene, and the young knight of the Iris Knights, Viduka, also looked at this scene.

After this small team of people joined the battlefield, the undead side was instantly killed and shattered like the autumn wind sweeping away the leaves, and the young knight at the head of the reinforcements was fighting the undead commander in a close fight.

No! Wrong!

Several of them had good opinions on martial arts, and at this time, anyone with a discerning eye could see that the young mountain knight had completely suppressed his enemy, although the means were a bit close to the scoundrel way of splashing and fighting, but no matter what, it was only a matter of time before the undead commander was defeated.

Notson had no choice but to give up his weapon.

The young man was less than thirty centimeters away from his body, and his other hand was clenched into a fist and was coming towards his face. Notson raised his arm and was about to block the ferocious punch, only to suddenly realize that it was a shameless move

Knee bang! Pressed against Notson's chest, he seemed to hear the sound of something shattering! He felt his body suddenly become lighter, and so on! What the hell is this guy coming from, he is not an orthodox knight at all!

In Fred's sight, the terrifyingly powerful death knight was knocked into the air by a knee without warning, and then the fist of the young mountaineer's left hand finally turned into reality, and slammed it into the undead commander's abdomen with a fierce upward swing, and there seemed to be words in his mouth, Fred was not far away, and he could barely hear clearly.

"Ahh

What is "Ah Give"?

It sounded like a strange and awkward word, and although Fred had received the best aristocratic education since childhood, he couldn't figure out what it meant. The Death Knight, who had been invincible when he fought him, was beaten by the young mountain knight like a sandbag.

Float! Batter!

Extreme bo!

The Ranger class has excellent mobility, but it is often difficult to get out of it alone when it is grappled in close quarters, and if it is a battle between players and masters, classes such as Ranger usually pay attention to keeping a certain distance

As it turns out, Gross is not too difficult to deal with these poor NPCs with the high-end combat skills that belong to the players. As early as the early version of the game in the previous life, because of the program itself, many NPCs and even bosses encountered players who did not play cards according to common sense, and there were often some unexpected and ridiculous situations, and many times, the difficulty of the battle setting became a joke.

Gross already knew that the world he was in corresponded to some of the original versions of the game, and that was something he had learned from a skill that the Steelheartflow Warrior had not yet been harmonized

Real man mode, [Indestructible]!

After activating this skill for the first few seconds, he completed the perfect close touch to Notterson!

And by observing the fight between Notteson and Fred just now, he knows that Nottson will not be able to fight back effectively in a short period of time.

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