"Sonorous ~" There was a piercing sound of gold and iron in the air.

The chained Sleeve Arrow from Harold's forearm collided with the crossbow shot by the living dead in the air, sending out brilliant sparks, and the bolt was bounced off and pierced deep into the dead tree, and Harold Hidden Arrow retracted its quiver.

Harold struggled with the remaining six 'black-scaled ghouls', fighting and retreating, and once the monsters got close, he made a move to force them out of the way.

Most of these ghouls were ragged and their clothes were rotten, and only one could vaguely distract Harold from the green-gray spring military uniform of the Sarga Empire.

Only this ghoul, armed with a crossbow, carries out a long-range attack on Harold, and the threat level is the greatest.

The chasing and fleeing sides moved rapidly through the snow in the dense forest, and now the ghouls were closing in and attacking Harold.

A ghoul crawled quickly and attacked Harold from the left, his left hand quickly raised, and he used his hardwood round shield to block the claw strike of a living dead. The ghoul's claw strike left deep scratches on the round shield, nearly tearing through the thick hardwood round shield.

On the right, another ghoul attacked, and the "ball-headed war stick" in Harold's right hand just poked quickly, hitting the ghoul in the palm of the hand.

While pushing away the ghouls, Harold used the tremendous power of this claw blow to tiptoe a little, and quickly jumped backwards, opening up the distance between the monster chasers.

With this jump, Harold jumped to the edge of the dense forest, and further northwest, there was a small, large, flat plain that could not be defended.

The plain was empty except for snow, and Harold seemed to be fleeing to a dangerous place, with no dead trees to divide and hold the six ghouls behind, and no trunks to split crossbow arrows, and once besieged, the situation would be quite dangerous for Harold.

"Almost, their physical strength can basically be estimated. However, these ghouls didn't use the trick of distorting their bodies, and it seems that they should be limited or use them once to explode themselves. Harold concentrated his strength and ran wildly for more than 100 meters, bringing a burst of snow foam under his feet, leaving a faint afterimage in the air.

In just this short period of time, Harold has distanced himself from those ghouls.

"That's pretty much it, just the right time!"

Harold stopped sharply on his side, a burst of snow shook under his feet, and he dropped the black dragon scales in his pocket into the snow and began to chant the incantation.

This distance can be delayed for about ten seconds, and the time is quite tight.

"Obey my prayers, roar, the wailing winds of the field!" Wild Wind. ”

Harold uses magic power, and he weakens the power of this magic (in fact, Harold of magic scum doesn't have much power when he uses it), and expands the cast area, thus rolling up a storm of snow.

Immediately, a small area of strong wind swept up the thick snow on the snowfield ground, and a gust of wind and snow swirled within a radius of about seven or eight meters around Harold, and Harold in the snow and fog could not be seen from the outside.

At the same time as the snow fog covered the area where Harold was located, the snow cover on the snowfield was also rapidly changing in a fine and subtle way.

Layers of soft snow quickly gathered and condensed into a smooth layer of ice, which was so large that it covered almost the entire snowfield.

One of the six galloping ghouls slipped and fell, the boots it wore were rotten and rusty, and the smooth scales on the soles of its feet came into contact with the more slippery ice, and the galloping ghouls inevitably slipped.

Harold rushed out of the ice mist, his right hand grasped the ball-head warstick, and at this moment, he swung it violently, and the round bone orb at the top of the ball-head warstick was thrown out, and the hard whalebone ball was connected to the warstick in Harold's hand with a metal chain.

Harold used the meteor-like weapon, but instead of aiming the ball at the fallen ghoul's head, Harold wrapped it around its neck steadily, accurately, and ruthlessly.

Immediately after, Harold used his left and right hands together, pulled hard, and at the same time his body disappeared into the fog, and the unlucky "black-scaled ghoul" slid like an ice ball on the smooth ice, moving much faster than several other "black-scaled ghouls" who were stumbling on the ice.

The thick hardwood round shield with claw marks flew out of the fog and collided violently with the sliding ghoul head, crushing it directly.

Black blood splattered from the ghoul's exploding head, which also splattered onto the shield, but this time the hardwood shield did not corrode away.

Harold's attack this time was also to test the various attributes of this group of monsters.

And all this battle took place in just five seconds.

The temperature in this small plain dropped rapidly, and this was inseparable from the efforts of the stupid girl in Harold's mouth.

The temperature in this small area has dropped drastically and rapidly, and these dead ghouls can't feel it, but the surrounding environment has reacted.

Harold used his wind-based magic to roll up the ice mist, and the ice mist lingered on the already very low plains for a long time, and its range continued to expand.

After the hardwood shield crushed the ghoul's head, less than a few seconds later, the ice mist had completely covered the empty plain.

The vision was sealed, and the vision shared by the black-scaled ghouls was completely ineffective. They also couldn't use the trick of twisting the joints of their limbs, because it was impossible to crawl like a snake on the smooth ice of the small plains at this moment.

The group of ghouls seemed to have a slight glitch, their speed slowing down, and they seemed to have lost their purpose.

Harold didn't care if the 'living dead' were worried, or if the possible manipulators behind them might be thinking about tactics, the ball-tipped baton in his hand was working as it should have at the moment.

This ball-tipped wit, designed specifically for skull crushing, is perfect for smashing heads, with the round head at the top of the wand colliding with the scale-covered head with a dull muffled sound.

There was only a "bang", as if a gust of wind was blowing through the ice mist, and the skull of another "living dead" was shattered in this way, and the flesh of this dead thing that had long lost its life really fell at this moment, like a sack full of mud and sand fell to the ground, and then there was a muffled "bang" sound after landing.

There are also three ghouls moving in the ice mist, and these moving pieces of dead flesh have become turtles in urns.

The lamb that has lost its fear and pain is only a lamb, and when the real greedy wolf opens its mouth, the lamb will be devoured.

Note: The ball-headed baton, also known as the head-breaking stick, is a hard sphere at the top, which is specially made for crushing the skull. It is a traditional cold weapon used by the American Indians of the original world line.