Perhaps Ingvar would never have imagined that his Dragonsnatcher Knights would be so defeated, and even more unexpectedly, these lackeys of the Scourge would arrive here so quickly.

After his proud dragon knight was defeated by the terrifying gargoyles, he was left alone on the great platform of Tyr.

Facing a hundred times his own Scourge Legion, Ingval's eyes were fearless, as if he was confident in his own strength, he smiled contemptuously, slowly pulled out the huge sawtooth axe behind his back, and made a fighting posture.

Xue Huan stood at the forefront of the entire army, and behind him, the dense army of the dead was ready to fight, and he looked coldly at Ingval holding a giant axe not far away, and the corners of his mouth hooked a sharp arc.

"Brave Viku warrior, I'm not going to fight you!"

Xue Huan yelled at Ingval, who seemed to be a lone hero, "Put down your weapons, perhaps, we can talk." ”

Kel's Sugarde, who was beside him, glanced at Xue Huan in surprise and thoughtfully.

"There's nothing to talk about, despicable Death Knight!"

Ingvar roared in response, this guy seemed to be resentful that the Scourge Legion had killed a large number of dragon raiders under his command, and there was a hint of cruelty in his tone, "Come on, today is either you die or I die!"

I don't know what to do...

Xue Huan frowned angrily, he wanted to persuade the desperate Viku warrior, but the other party's frivolous language made him dismiss this idea, but it was okay for him to make this guy who didn't know whether to live or die become the first sacrifice of Frost Sorrow.

"Up, kill him!"

Xue Huan pulled out the frost sorrow, pointed the tip of his sword at Ingval not far away, and coldly gave an order.

The Viku reinforcements did not know when they would arrive at the Tyre Tower, which was not far away, and the enemy was alone, and he had to quickly settle the battle in front of him.

Looking at these undead creatures with teeth and claws, frantically surging towards him, Ingvar took a sip, and then, with a wild swing of the sawtooth axe in his hand, with a strange scream, charged towards these disgusting enemies.

The next moment, Xue Huan saw with his own eyes the terrifying power of being an elite Veku!

The giant heavy axe, which was comparable in length to Xue Huan's height, was as light and easy as a toy in Ingval's hand at the moment, and he swung the giant axe effortlessly, bringing up a pillar of blood that soared to the sky where the sharp edge passed.

In just a few rounds, the small force of ghouls and zombies under his command not only did not kill Ingwar, but also did not even touch a single hair of his opponent, which couldn't help but make Xue Huan very angry.

The strength of the seventh-level warrior is really not to be underestimated!

"Dakuru!!"

Before Xue Huan finished speaking, the tall troll warriors were already on standby, looking at Dakuru with a murderous aura in his eyes, Xue Huan nodded, "Go, that guy is handed over to you, in order to end the battle as soon as possible, Kel'thugad will also assist you!"

As he spoke, Xue Huan handed Kel's Sugaard beside him a meaningful look.

"Yes!"

Dakuru bowed slightly, and then took the order to join the battle.

A fifth-level warrior and a seventh-level warrior, although there is a level gap of nearly two levels between the two, like a chasm like a moat, but Dakuru, who is a Dakale troll, has a berserk technique, a special means that can change his life against the sky.

After a roar, Dakuru's body grew tall and strong again, his skin became red as blood again, and he looked defiantly at Ingval, the battle axe in his hand spinning.

"I'll send you to hell, monster!!" Ingval licked her chapped lips.

Perhaps feeling the fierce eyes and dangerous aura of the troll warrior, he subconsciously tightened the sawtooth axe in his hand, and he knew very well in his heart that the troll warrior in front of him was not as easy to deal with as those shrimp soldiers and crab generals before.

With a loud shout, Ingvar took the lead in attacking Dakuru, his attack so swift that he reached Dakuru before everyone could react.

But as Ingvar had expected, Dakuru was not so easy to deal with after the madness, and the Troll Warrior easily blocked the blow with his battle axe in front of him, but his slightly trembling legs still revealed his condition.

This guy is hard to pester...

It was the message that instantly popped into Dakuru's mind.

After the blow was blocked, Ingval did not hesitate at all, he quickly changed his moves, and his movements were so fast that Xue Huan could not see clearly.

Bang!!

The sound of the two weapons intertwined.

Dakuru struggled to lift two battle axes against the axe that had been slashed at his head, but he could clearly feel that this guy was more powerful than he had just been, and his movements had become more agile.

"Hmph, go ahead, troll. ”

Ingvar snorted, then briefly retracted his strength, and then, he changed his move again, and the serrated axe in his hand also followed his movements, cutting a cold arc through the air.

Ingwar's continuous offensive made Dakuru tired of defense, and even unable to draw his hand to fight back, and what was even more terrifying was that as the battle went on, Ingwar's offensive not only did not weaken, but became more ferocious and ruthless, and every blow went towards Dakuru's defensive gap.

Under the rapid and fierce attack of Ingvar, Dakuru was a little overwhelmed, and was forced to retreat again and again, and by one accident, his red skin was cut by the sharp axe blade with several bloody wounds.

"What a damn thing!!"

Looking at Dakuru, who was gradually falling into the downwind, Xue Huan scolded secretly, and then a purple light gradually appeared on his left hand, as the master of Frost Sorrow, the leader of the Undead Legion, he had to make a move.

"Curse of Frailty..."

A murmuring rune sounded, and with Xue Huan's movements, a purple light briefly appeared on Ingval's head, and it was fleeting.

It was the first time he'd used a demonic spell since he pulled out Frost Sorrow, but it was so intimate and familiar, as if it had been in his blood.

Ingewar, who was struggling with Dakuru, was stunned at first, and the next second, his movements suddenly slowed down, and Dakuru also took advantage of this gap and swung an axe hard, forcing back Ingeval in front of him, gaining a short respite.

Ever since he obtained the artifact of Frost Sorrow, the Demon Gaze had been forgotten by Xue Huan in the corner, but even so, the evil spell he released could still play a considerable role, after all, before that, he was a necromancer who manipulated evil energy, not to mention that he also absorbed Guldan's skull and obtained a large amount of evil essence.

"Master, take advantage of the moment, hurry up and use evil spells to destroy him, don't give him a chance to delay the battle!!"

The sudden sound surprised Xue Huan, and then, after reacting, he suddenly threw cold arrows, several chaotic arrows shot out of his hand, and at the same time, the scorching sacrifice technique was also ready, because the sacrifice technique was instantaneous magic, so in just a few seconds, Ingval was wrapped in scorching flames.

The evil flames summoned by the necromancer are not even able to be resisted by a level 7 warrior, even the Viku people, who are known for their strength and strong defenses.

"Ahh

In the battlefield, Ingval let out a terrible roar.

The green flames ignited his body, the flames scorching his flesh, and Ingval swung his arms like a madman, trembling and unsteady, pain invaded his nerves, and his speed slowed.

Liberated from the defense, Dakuru grabbed the fighter and charged forward with an arrow step, slashing the battle axe directly into Ingwar's skull from top to bottom, sending a column of blood into the sky.

"No!!"

This roar was even more high-pitched and piercing than the one just now, as if it came from the abyss.

Ingvar, whose whole body was covered in fire, held his head, and his whole body spasmed, rolling on the ground in pain, and Dakuru's giant axe, with flesh and blood, hung on Ingval's head.

Moans of pain, howls of despair, Ingerwal was eroded by blood and flames, and he felt his life passing by at a rapid pace.

He scurried about in terror, and with no vision, he rushed madly to the edge of the Terrace of Tyr, where there were no walls to protect it, only an abyss.

In the next second, with a terrible roar, the frenzied Ingval, who was tormented by the evil flames, rushed directly out of the open-air platform and fell off the city wall.

Life and death on the battlefield are impermanent, no one cares about a dead person, Dakuru will not, Kel'thugad will not, and Xue Huan will not. For them, no matter how tragic and terrible the death of the enemy is, it cannot move them in any way.

Xue Huan coldly withdrew his gaze, a powerful seventh-level warrior was easily killed like this, but the short-term victory did not give him the slightest pleasure.

Once again, it turned out that without the evil spells, he had no chance of winning with the power of Frost's Sorrow and these weak undead creatures.

He refocused his gaze on the towering castle, where the clouds shrouded in mist, like a mysterious beast waiting for the brave to challenge.

"Dakuru, straighten out the army!"

Xue Huan crossed his team and walked alone in the front, leaving his back to everyone, his tone indifferent, "Continue to attack upwards!"

(End of chapter)