Even a well-tamed warhorse lost control under this terrible sound. The horse beneath him neighed and raised his front hooves, almost using all his strength to run back, and almost knocked Gross to the ground.

"Day!"

Gross did a lot of calculations, but he didn't think of this - the skeleton of the undead was not a real creature and would not be affected by this. In this way, his move seems to have lifted a stone and shot himself in the foot, and he suffered a big loss.

As a last resort, Gross jumped off his horse.

The camp of the undead was so smoky and gray that I couldn't see anything clearly—

At this time, there was silence all around, and even the sound of fighting and shouting at the nearby Kingfisher Castle disappeared at this moment, and he turned his head to look at his companions beside him, "Redbeard" Red seemed to be talking to him about something, but he didn't hear anything clearly, only a buzzing sound in his ears.

Deaf?

Gross rubbed his ears a few times, and his hearing returned to normal a little, and he heard Red's last words, "Isn't this kind of power a little too cruel?" ”

Nonsense.

Of course it is ferocious, this batch of high-purity necromantic essence has been carefully crafted by Miss Ladia, and with concentrated bombing, it is strange that the power is not cruel enough!

However, in this case, the original plan to defeat the Lich Melville first had to be changed-

Little by little, the dust that filled the air cleared, and when Gross looked at the camp of the undead again, the vast area was empty, the bear spirit "Ursa" was gone, and the lich Melville was gone.

In the sun, one side of the camp, which used to be a lush birch forest, has disappeared by this time. The trees were slanting, the rocks were rolling, and large swaths of fresh, fishy dirt were turned over to the top, and the whole field seemed to have been plowed several times by an ancient giant.

Somewhere, there is a huge crater with a diameter of at least ten meters, and it is believed that in a short time a pond will appear, and in the summer, you may be able to catch a few days of fresh fish from it.

"Ahem, what a waste!"

Gross probably recalled the sound of the explosion just now, and he estimated that the girl had dropped more than twenty alchemy bombs, and such an extravagant hand against Melville, the awakened lich seemed to have died unjustly-

It's just that the bones of these undead are left under the violent explosion, and he can't be sure if the lich Melville is really stumbling.

To be honest, the careful tactical arrangement has only achieved such a result, which can only be barely called unsatisfactory.

He slowly retracted his gaze, awakening the good physique of the mid-level warrior to quickly restore the hearing in his ears, he heard the sound of dense and rapid horses' hooves and footsteps, and along the other end of the contour of the mountain forest, a large number of skeleton cavalry wearing black armor, as well as skeleton archers, carrion golems, and abominations, these less mobile undead troops followed, and the first to ride was the figure he knew—

Death Knight Notterson.

Gross grinned—the laughter under his visor was like a dull drumbeat, and the army of the undead rushed like a wave, but instead of taking half a step back, he slowly rose to meet it.

……

Silver-white and dazzling armor, the Hyjal rock armor bears a striking resemblance to Fred Wolfe's outfit.

At this moment, Nautson had a delusion, and he gave up the duel with the human knight, but the knight came to him again - this scene even reminded Nautson of something mysterious and mysterious, fate!

Is the Silver Knight, is it really the so-called fate?

So? In front of you, is there an inescapable fateful showdown?

Nottenson's spirit was in a trance for a moment, and he saw the knight in silver armor standing in front of him, far away but as if it was extremely close, and the two looked at each other, and the knight's gaze showed a thick mockery and ridicule—

He drew his sword, and the skeletal horse under him galloped away like lightning, and a black line on the wide field was extending infinitely in the blink of an eye.

"Boss, that guy is coming!"

Infantry combat is naturally at a disadvantage to cavalry, Notson is advancing extremely fast, seeing that the distance with Gross is getting closer and closer, and the undead troops behind him are also rushing in this direction, the companions of the mercenary group can't help but be extremely worried at this time-

Naive!

Gross remembers that the "Permafrost Rose" in the game is not a guy who likes to use his brain, but if he doesn't have a brain, it's not that it's just that the other party's performance at the moment seems to be developing in this direction.

He didn't mind if his enemy suddenly became mentally retarded, because being able to easily defeat a mentally disabled person was enough to prove that he was a normal person.

If it weren't for his analysis, at this time, Notson's army of the undead was followed by the knights of the Iris Knights who were chasing after Ouroboros, and in the straight line that Notson formed with him, there was a huge trap-

Gross was standing right next to the pit, the bottom of which was about seven or eight meters long, and there was still curling smoke because of the explosion just now.

If the Death Knight had chosen to ride the Skeleton Warhorse through the pit, he would have swung his sword and slashed them into the pit - no smart move to hold them in the air for a long time against an enemy of equal strength.

He guessed that as long as the other party's brain was not completely feverish, it was very likely that he would use the archery technique that he was proud of.

As expected.

Riding on the back of the skeleton warhorse, the death knight Notson was quickly approaching the knight of the silver armor, he saw the other party pull out the long sword, the soul fire burning in his eyes instantly became more intense, he pulled out a feather arrow from the quiver on his back, and the other hand held up the fantasy rank longbow "Farewell sigh"——

The straight bowstring was pulled into a full moon, and almost instantly, the bowstring made a "bang" sound.

The clear and bright sky of dawn seemed to suddenly gather dark clouds and dimmed a little.

Gross held out his right hand.

He spread his fingers and clenched them into fists, as if trying to catch the faint golden sunlight pouring down between his fingers.

Not many people saw this scene clearly, however, Notson was horrified-

The powerful strength of the awakening high-level made him see the subtle movements of the silver armor knight clearly, and when his feather arrow was about to hit the human head, the other party casually stretched out the palm of his right hand, and as soon as the feather arrow came into contact with this palm, it seemed to have been evaporated by something, turning into a little golden stardust......

This is not a casual shot!

It's the most powerful archery technique Notson can use, an arrow that condenses the power of the dead and erodes the soul!

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