Gross maintained a standard throwing stance, still muttering words in his mouth. Truth be told, he was very happy with his target.

With the fall of the parabola, it seems that the alchemy bomb is about to fall on the body of the Frostwolf King-

The "White Rose" of the royal family, Princess Samantha finally saw the little thing that was flashing clearly. It's an alchemy bomb! She reacted, and her sword flew backwards - on the monster's silver-white fur, a blazing red flame suddenly rose, followed by a raging heat wave and impact, and Princess Samantha only felt a roar in her ears, and her body was thrown high like a kite with a broken string......

For the sake of the Frostwolf King's sharp teeth, the frenzied bandit leader has done whatever it takes - in "Strife", robbing monsters and throwing thunder is a very undisciplined behavior. And the otaku in the body of the bandit leader happens to be a guy who is used to abandoning discipline.

At this time, he didn't know that the woman who had just fought the Frostwolf King was Princess Samantha. If this happened in the game, he might have been crusaded to death by fanatical players such as the "White Rose Fan Support Group" and the "Three Princesses Face Head Alliance".

But now he was only thinking about the Frostwolf King - after suffering this alchemy bomb, this monster was covered with wounds all over his body, and the blood that originally flowed on his fur was evaporated into some dark red blood scabs, not only that, but some of the remaining fur had also become charred black, exuding a scorching smell.

Because of the mechanism of hatred, the Frostwolf King was rushing towards him—Gross held up his shield, and in front of him, the dismounted lancers surrounded him with red eyes and spears in hand.

"Kill that mercenary!"

Princess Samantha had fallen unconscious after landing, and her chief guard, Cohen, was roaring angrily - the bandit leader Gross was in front of and around, and the dense spears were like thorns, and when he saw that the Frostwolf King was approaching, he activated the common skill of the warrior class, [Charge].

The shield swung through the array of spears, a soft crash. In the next second, he pulled out his military long sword in his right hand - the white frost light quickly condensed on the blade, and his figure turned into a streamer, crashing straight towards the Frost Wolf King.

A sword.

The sword pierced through the muscles between the ribs and stabbed into the monster's heart with precision—Gross let out a long roar, the blade churning in the flesh, and he felt like a stream of heat was pouring out of his limbs and inside his body—a sign to gain experience for killing monsters. And at the level of LV8 at his moment, destroying an elite monster of LV15 is enough to raise him to LV10.

He quickly operated in the system panel and determined the upgrade-

LV10, obtain the second genre skill of [Warrior: Steel Heart], [Steel Body] LV1 (Passive): Your flesh is sublimated in the tempering of battle, increasing the current maximum HP by 5%.

On the character's attributes panel, the health has changed from 355/363 to 355/381, and the little life lost is due to breaking through the encirclement of the lancers-

At the same time, the Frostwolf King fell to the ground in front of him, his gray eyes losing their original vitality, and his limbs, torso, and head weathered and disappeared in a pale white starlight. Unlike hunting ordinary beasts, the death of a monster will cause its own power to become disordered, causing the flesh to disintegrate.

[Frostwolf King's Sharp Teeth]!

Gross picked up something that looked like a dagger on the ground. The system gave the name of the item, and the familiar feel made him sigh at the moment - Princess Samantha's chief bodyguard, Cohen, came to him, and the sword "slammed" to the ground, and suddenly unsheathed.

It was a pair of eyes full of murderous intent from anger, and he looked at the bandit leader, silent, turned sideways, and swung his sword—a sword that was as swift as thunder, and the blade pointed at the other's neck.

Bang –

This was Gross's response—the blade of the sword slammed into each other, and dazzling sparks flew in all directions.

However, this block was not the end of the first round of the battle, as Cohen was about to regain his sword and relaunch the attack, only to find that his opponent's long sword suddenly slashed diagonally along his blade like a maggot on his blade - the target was his finger.

Cohen stepped back, and the mercenary in front of him took a step forward, the two of them moving the same distance - the diagonal blade was still castrated.

"Sure enough, it's still a great head."

Scott looked at the scene in the woods and couldn't help but sigh that Oliver, Levine, and Miss Mage Ladya were also standing next to them at this time—they not only saw the bandit leader who was fighting people, but also noticed the nearby gunmen who were in a state of consternation.

A spear stabbed at him.

Scot, a veteran, was not distracted, he drew his sword and swept - this is an elite team of lancers belonging to the Northland Legion, even if it is a very ordinary member of it, even if it leaves the war horse and fights on foot, they are much better than ordinary Kingdom legionnaires or noble private soldiers. The soldier with the spear in his hand is a soldier who has completed his duties.

Within a single blow, Scott could already sense that something was wrong. At this time, the other lancers spotted them, and looked at several of them in similar attire as the "mercenary" - more of them diverted their previous targets, and surrounded them firmly from all directions in the woods.

"What should I do?"

Levine asked, a little nervously. In the past, when faced with this situation, the bandit leader Gross always stepped forward and made specific arrangements, but now? Gross is in the middle of a battle, and he has no skills-

Cohen continued to retreat, a cold sweat breaking out on his forehead.

As an outstanding student who graduated from the Iron Sword Knights, he never seemed to have experienced such a difficult battle in his memory - the opponent's absolute strength was not superior, and the long sword in his hand was just a very ordinary product, but he had a strange feeling: he found that every change in his sword moves seemed to be expected by the other party.

It's experience, it's skill—not many people can outperform him in pure swordsmanship in the royal capital of Elva, but outside the wilderness of Northland Nogo, a mercenary who happened to appear had a terrifying level.

Narrowly dodging the diagonal cut of the sword in the first encounter, the battle that followed made him tremble even more, and his back was almost soaked with sweat - he stared at the brown pupils under his visor and asked:

"Who the hell are you?"

Regarding the identity of the "mercenary" in front of her, Princess Samantha's chief guard has already had a certain doubt in her heart.

"Don't you want to fight?"

The voice under the visor was a little dull, but taking advantage of this opportunity to speak, the two of them seemed to have a tacit understanding and put down the long sword in their hands at the same time - listening to this voice, Cohen could be roughly sure that this was a young man.

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