Vitruvius, who jumped in the air, was actually overheaded by the ironclad war horse.

It was only one round of the confrontation before Vitruvius was knocked to the ground.

The power of the ironclad warhorse is far superior to that of Vitruvius, who opened the power of the giant bear, even if Vitruvius takes advantage of the terrain, he is still overpowered by the ironclad warhorse.

Vitruvius crashed to the ground, the power of the giant bear disappeared, and its body quickly shrank back to its original size.

However, the ironclad warhorse was only knocked back a few steps, and with a flick of its hooves, it regained its footing in front of Vitruvius.

The shadow of death covered Vitruvius, and as long as the iron horse's hooves stepped on it, it could trample the fallen Vitruvius to the ground, but the strange thing was that the ironclad war horse bowed its head and used its dark golden horns to poke down heavily at Vitruvius on the ground.

Vitruvius seemed to know this, and he rolled and narrowly avoided the impact of the ironclad warhorse.

The iron-clad war horse rolled over and fell to the ground, blood gushing like a spring.

It turned out that between the impacts, Vitruvius had plunged his tiled steel sword into the gap in the armor around the neck of the iron-armored warhorse.

At that time, the life of the war horse was ended.

Although the war horse is already a horse-type demonic beast, it has always been cultivated through medicine, and has not been trained in the wild.

Even though the Iron Horse has better strength attributes and better equipment than Vitruvius, it does not have the flexible combat skills that human professionals have trained since childhood.

Vitruvius rolled over and gasped for breath, a brief fight that had almost exhausted his physical strength.

Professionals who use active spell skills to go all out are actually extremely physically demanding.

And Vitruvius's right hand had also been shaken out of blood, and it was obvious that he had also suffered a lot of injuries under the impact just now.

Vitruvius didn't stop for the slightest, he directly used his spiritual power to put the corpse of the ironclad war horse into the space bag.

Vitruvius once again pounced on the corpse of the ironclad warrior 500 meters away.

The ironclad warrior was hit by the giant tile steel arrow fired by the crossbow of the city bed, and a large amount of blood spurted out of the giant bloodletting groove on the tile steel arrow, not to mention a person, even a ground dragon was bloodlet and killed.

When Vitruvius peeled through the tall grass on the side of the road and saw the impaled ironclad warrior.

"......Shh

Not because of the terrible damage caused by the giant arrows, but because the ironclad warrior lying on the ground turned out to be a blonde warrior with white face.

Brother remembers that he is obviously a dark-skinned, bald-headed warrior.

Could it be that my brother killed the wrong person? But this inert steel armor and demon-breaking spear can't be wrong.

And that laughter just now can't be wrong.

Could it be .......... Vitruvius' eyes narrowed.

The white-faced, blonde-haired ironclad warrior on the ground still had an unbelievable look on his face.

Lazy Steel Armor may be good at defending against caster Plastic spells, but the giant arrows fired from a defensive bed crossbow may not be as good as your average Fine Plate Armor.

Vitruvius pocketed the ironclad warrior with his corpse, leaving only a large pool of blood on the ground.

He then quickly returned to the hillside and reassembled the Castle Bed Crossbow that he had just assembled and had done so well and put it into a space bag.

At this time, Vitruvius went to pull out his horse that he had tied to the tree at will.

Only then did Vitruvius notice the horse, and actually looked at him with a look of contempt.

thought that the iron-armored war horse just now would actually avenge his master.

Vitruvius secretly said in his heart: War horses belong to horse-type demonic beasts, and they are no longer ordinary creatures, no wonder everyone is so smart. In the future, my brother will also train a good war horse.

……

Vitruvius found a no-man's land away from the scene of the crime.

He first used his eagle eye to look around, and then confirmed that the location was hidden and very safe.

Vitruvius unhurriedly took out the body of the ironclad warrior from the space bag.

Vitruvius touched his waist, and sure enough, he found a minotaur blood potion.

Vitruvius laughed and said to himself: "You fuck, if you really want to fight with the wizard who sniped you, you should quietly drink the Minotaur Heart Blood Potion, hehehe, how can there be any reason to drink it in public." What is it called? According to a well-known aphorism once said by the true god of Tyr, this is called three hundred taels of silver here, hahahaha"

The Ironclad Warrior did drink a bottle of Heart-Blood Potion at that time, but he was drinking a Brute Heart-Blood Potion at the time.

The two kinds of blood potions are the caps of the bull's head, but the appearance of the two bull's heads is slightly different, when the ironclad warrior took out the heart blood potion in public, he deliberately blocked it with his fingers, only revealing two horns, coupled with his exaggerated performance movements, no one suspected that this guy played this hand in public.

Then he drank the brute blood potion in public, and then smashed the crystal bottle containing the potion in front of everyone.

In this way, he deceived all the wizards.

The ironclad warrior thought that he could hide from the sky and the sea, but he didn't know that his own action made Vitruvius think of the allusion that "there are no three hundred taels of silver here".

So Vitruvius had the mentality of giving it a try, and at a faster speed than him, he ambushed him on his way to the fortress of Pergamum, the camp of the Northern Expeditionary Force.

Vitruvius took the lead, and after galloping all the way, he found a commanding height to set up a crossbow to defend the city.

As soon as Vitruvius had set up the two bed crossbows, he heard a hearty laugh in the distance.

The voice was undoubtedly the Iron Warrior.

So Vitruvius immediately took aim and opened the Eagle Eye and the Wolf Heart together.

Giant arrows are fired.

Ironclad warrior, pawn.

...........

Vitruvius put away the Minotaur Blood Potion, and prepared to drink it when he had the opportunity to fight to the death.

Vitruvius then began to rip off one of his gear.

The Demon Breaker Spear, with a large hole in its chest, is covered in a space bag.

Lazy Steel armor has the property of reducing magic damage, but the steel texture is not very hard, and it can only be processed using traditional techniques.

Vitruvius had been an iron striker since he was a child, and it shouldn't be a problem for him to use a hammer and a furnace to repair the inert steel armor.

After taking off the armor outside, Vitruvius began to take off the underwear of the ironclad warrior again.

The Ironclad Warrior is only a Conjunct Period Warrior, so there is no Space Bag.

Vitruvius turned out three things from him.

The first is a brand, the size of a palm, with a metallic texture, dark gold lines, shaped like a shrunken long shield, wide at the top and pointed at the bottom, and a simple human face is depicted with a few strokes on the brand.

This should be a witch weapon, but Vitruvius couldn't activate it with his apprentice-level spiritual power and mana.

Vitruvius thought of a witchcraft he had long heard of but had never tasted: the "War Emblem".