The knights in the battle formation noticed several figures on the other side of the camp—

Baron Fred's men and Notson's undead forces are intertwined, and on the gentle slope of the birch side, each space has one or two humans dealing with at least a handful of undead—

In terms of the average fighting quality of the individual, the swordsmanship or martial arts of knights and knight servants are much stronger than those of the sluggish and one-eyed undead.

The shouts of battle almost burst into the sky.

The helmet was a good way to hide Fred Wolff's little hair, he swung his long sword, and the pouring sword light drew a silver-white arc like flowing water, and no one could stop the range of half a circle in front of him, and some reckless bone racks rushed up, and as soon as he raised his weapon, he was simply split in half by Fred's sword, and the other undead were not afraid to see this situation, seeing that this human knight was constantly rushing into the battle array, and they all gathered towards this head.

And the "permafrost rose" Notson.

The Awakened Death Knight was galloping towards Fred Wolf with the undead horse beneath him, and the straight-line distance between the two of them was rapidly closer—

Fred raised his head and stared at the undead general through the slit in his visor, and he saw a pale face without the slightest hint of blood, a nose with a slightly convex nose but a convex angle in the middle, and a pair of red eyes under gray eyebrows, the light in which jumped like a raging flame.

The flying flames seemed to turn him into unfathomable ashes.

In the midst of the soul fire, the sight of the undead commander is engraved with hatred and anger—

Most of the low-level units of this undead army are not ignited soul fires, they are just cheap cannon fodder or worthless summoned creatures in the Deere military sequence, and a small number of deeply sunken eye sockets are shining with ghostly soul fire, but the faintness of this light is like a firefly than the moon compared to the death knight Notson who is getting closer and closer.

"Master Fred!"

Under the high-speed advance of the undead horse, the wind was whistling on both sides, Notson's black cloak was rolled up high, like a huge banner covering the sky, almost obscuring the sunlight of the entire world in his sight, he held the long sword high, the narrow body of the long sword was engraved with several lines of extremely beautiful runes, the body of the sword body was a dull and gloomy lead-gray metal, when the long sword that shimmered with cold light was raised to the highest point, all light and shadow began to become obscure around this long sword-

This is a sword that fully embodies the law of Notson's strength, a powerful and heavy slash, and at the moment, Fred Wolf is only twenty meters away from Notson, for the knight charging in the battle formation, it is only the blink of an eye.

Cumberland Jeffrey, the chief knight not far away, shouted.

Man and horse strike together.

The sword momentum of Notson's charge is extremely similar to the homeopathic slash used by knights in battle, but the law condensed on the long sword is like a faint glow of starlight, but it is not at all comparable to ordinary people.

Although they were more than ten meters away, Comberland could already clearly feel the chill of his body like muscles and bones - this middle-aged knight with good strength was covered with heavy and tight armor all over his body, but the law of power contained in Notsen's sword was spreading, and he was already palpitating.

The storm is converging, and dark clouds are appearing out of thin air in the air, converging, and the purple-white lines are flying and blooming like silver snakes, looking like thunder and lightning in a storm, and where the lightning goes, the temperature drops sharply below zero, and the misty white fog begins to envelop the undead and human fighting figures......

A young man who was fighting bravely turned his waist sideways, and just swung his long sword to cut off the head of a zombie, and viscous green liquid gushed out from the headless neck cavity, and the moment the head was separated from the body, many of these strange stench of liquid splashed onto his arm—

Fortunately, his arm was covered with a pair of standard armours made of steel, and when the liquid came into contact with the surface of the metal, white smoke instantly emitted.

He flicked his arm, and the liquid splashed down, and the young face under the armor was smiling lightly, but before his smile could fully stretch, the trajectory of Notson's charge on the war horse had already swept past him—

The proud death knight didn't make a move against such an insignificant young man, just swept by, but the white mist brought forward by the swing of the long sword made the armor on the surface of his body condense a layer of fine silver frost in less than a second, and the silver frost spread rapidly, his palms, fingers, neck, face under the armor, eyebrows, hair, all the skin on his body, in the blink of an eye, has been covered by such a layer of silver frost.

His movements froze.

If anyone made eye contact with him, they could see that these smart and sharp eyes were losing their brilliance, and just the invasion of the law of extreme cold had caused a high-ranking knight to quickly lose his life.

There was a frantic shout and roar from the crowd, and a gap appeared in the formation of knights and minions, which lasted only a short time, and after a few seconds, it was blocked by the undead soldiers who followed them.

Baron Fred Wolfe, the heir to Count Taron and the game's most famous "bald man", finally confronts the Death Knight Notterson, swinging his sword in a brilliant silver light.

Two swords intertwined!

Overlapping swords and lights!

Fred & Notson!

It's a pity that Gross didn't see this scene, otherwise he would definitely sigh - the "Permafrost Rose" Notson in the game doesn't have a bad habit of firing a big move as soon as they meet, and the sword used by this Death Knight right now is almost a deadly big move.

Swordsmanship: Arctic Hurricane!

Fantasy swordsmanship!

This is not a purely physical move, but a damage that confers the Law of Strength. To a certain extent, high-level swordsmanship at this level usually requires the user to have sufficient law understanding, and as an awakened high-level death knight, it is not easy for Notson to use this swordsmanship-

The more advanced the martial arts, the higher the requirements for the user, and in the game, it is reflected in the consumption and cooldown time of the skill.

……

"Boss, aren't we going to make a move?"

"Wait a little longer."

Although he was well armed and mounted on his horse and ready to charge, Gross was not in a hurry to join the battle between humans and the dead, not because of cowardice or anything like that, but because he was still waiting for the best fighter -

In the mountains and forests under the sun, the new young leaves reflect the glittering light, and the branches of the trees sway in the wind, leaving a mottled shadow on the ground. Gross raised his head slightly into the distance, in the place where the confrontation between the undead and the human knights was most intense, the fighting and roaring continued, the formation was surging, and countless figures moving one after another were like a pool of boiling water. 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~