Foaming blood flowed between his fingers, and after coughing, Cumberland gasped for a few more breaths, as if the strength in his body was draining, and he held the long sword in both hands, and used all his strength to keep himself from falling.

"Tsk, such a loyal subordinate is admirable!"

Notson's gaze swept over the reluctant knight's shoulder, and quickly moved back to his opponent in front of him—in the slit of his visor was a pair of eyes that shimmered with a cold cold light, which were unceremoniously meeting him.

Fred Wolff's swordsmanship.

One of the Wolf family's legacy, it is also the most skilled knight martial arts in Tarun and even in the entire kingdom of the Northlands.

The sword flashed.

"Interesting."

Almost between breaths, the figures of the two of them have left the place for more than ten meters-

The trajectory of Fred's sword is almost invisible, and Nautson's movements are also as fast as lightning, a series of short and dense impacts of the two swords, and there are bursts of explosions in the air, and the laws of strength of the two sides have launched a comprehensive confrontation at this moment, and from the strength of the law, Fred has not lost too much to Notteson, the awakened high-level death knight.

But.

In battle, the difference in strength is enough to distinguish the winner from the loser!

The number of people on the battlefield was rapidly decreasing, and the loss of skilled human knights was far less than that of the undead.

The eyes of a falcon as sharp as a falcon are looking into the distance.

In February, the year of the Red Moon, the Norgo countryside is a picture of turquoise and sky blue. The figure in armor was bathed in golden sunlight, and the slow footsteps of the young man were accompanied by non-stop thinking.

What is history?

History should be a vast collection of countless things that have happened in the past. Then, everything in history is completely real and certain, all causes have already existed, and all effects have already occurred. If according to the logic of things and the original law of this world, if the appearance of a character in history is certain, then his experience and outcome should also be certain.

But Gross wasn't sure if he should belong to a piece of history.

The "Wolf Bandits" he came from in the Nogo Mountains had changed a lot along the way, and he had confirmed that the world he lived in was close to the memories in his head, but his own existence became an additional variable in addition to these memories.

Grose?

He didn't remember that there had been such a character in Elanth, maybe the name itself was just ordinary and obscure, maybe the young bandit who was a farmer had died at the hands of a mercenary or a nobleman on a certain day, but because of the arrival of another soul, everything had changed.

"Wolf Head" Gross, the leader of the "Primordial Dream" mercenary group, Gross, at the age of less than twenty years old, stepped into the awakening of the mid-level powerful warrior Gross!

What an amazing character!

A true genius!

Throughout the millennium of Elant's ups and downs, if he has the blood of nobility flowing in his body, it is enough to deserve the reputation of the future hope of the kingdom!

It's a pity that he is actually a lowly mountain man, and he has an unglorious past of being a bandit.

The threads of the laws of silver and gray intertwine and converge, and the threads collide with each other, annihilate, and scatter into more threads. The space was cut into countless pieces at this moment, and almost all the knights and knight servants looked at this scene with a shocked expression, and the surging undead were still emotionally stable, they waved the weapons in their hands, and repeatedly attacked the human formation one after another.

The pitch-black feathered arrows pierced through the majesty of the forest, sending out a whistling scream.

This is the arrow fired by the most elite "Black Rangers" under the command of Notson, and it does not do much damage to the fully armed and heavily armored knights of the Knights, but it poses a great threat to the relatively weak knight servants and the guards who work together in the castle.

On the human side, almost eighty percent of the casualties came from these guys wearing black cloth cloaks and coming and going like the wind.

"Lord Cumberland!"

Knight Captain Cumberon Jeffrey was defeated in the blink of an eye after fighting Notson, and Viduka, who was observing this scene not far away, almost immediately gave up on the enemy in front of him, and he stretched out a shield and firmly blocked Cumberland's body—

The wounded knight chief was losing all his strength, and when he saw the young man beside him, his eyes instantly showed a strange look, and he tried to smile in response, but a powerful palm pressed against his helmet, knocking him to the ground.

Feathered arrows come like a swarm of flying locusts.

Obviously, the "Black Rangers" found this mortally injured human knight, and the knight chief Cumberland is even more powerful than an ordinary character, and these undead have been keeping an eye on this man.

Viduka fell to her knees and held up an iron shield in the shape of a kite.

The feather arrows landed on the arc of the shield and slashed out to the sides, and the sound of clanging was endless. Viduka's face was heavy as he had seen that the tide of the battle seemed to be going in an unfavorable direction.

"Lord Cumberland, no matter what, I will be by your side."

"No - Viduka ......"

The chief knight coughed again, and he gasped and called out the young man's name, which he knew had a great affection for his daughter Andrea, but that was not enough reason for a knight to abandon his duty.

"Master Fred......"

He raised his head and seemed to look ahead, only then he coughed violently again. He tried to speak, but a thick foam of blood clogged his throat, and he looked at Viduka, hoping that the young man would understand the meaning of the wordlessness in his eyes: the knight should serve his lord, not waste his precious time on the battlefield.

However, Viduka stayed firmly in front of him and didn't move his feet.

The silver and gray laws of power formed a net, a cloud of mist.

In recent days, the members of the knights stationed in Kingfisher Castle are about a quarter of the size of the entire Iris Knights, and there is naturally more than one Knight Commander in the battlefield, but the others are far away from Fred and Notson in front of them, and it is impossible to rush to the battlefield here immediately.

The battle line between humans and the undead has been fully rolled out.

Viduka's eyes widened.

Comberland's gaze froze.

The stormy feathered arrows around him also stopped.

The sound of the fight is still in my ears, but it feels extraordinarily quiet.

Several knights, completely unfamiliar in appearance, have arrived on the battlefield at some point. The one who was in front rode on a horse with pure black fur, the silver-white armor on his body shone with the brilliance of mana, and everywhere he went, all the undead dissolved and shattered in a single move, and those companions behind him fanned out, quickly expanding the results of the battle.

A heavy axe gun sits between Fred and Notson, finally separating the two men who had been inseparable. I want to talk about "Gross the Thief" with more like-minded people, pay attention to "excellent reading literature" on WeChat, talk about life, and find confidants~