Kicking the hundred-pound giant with a kick, he raised his arm and caught it with his right arm high in the air. That whisper sounded again, and he "quacked" with a strange grin, and kept opening and closing his left hand.

It seems that the other party is praising the knight's martial arts and expressing excitement.

Come on, it's just the two of us now...... Taking a deep breath, Anusen took a defensive stance and drew the chilling sword at his waist. However, just as the other party responded in the same way, a soldier with a longbow suddenly appeared outside the house, drew his bow and aimed at the enemy.

Before the arrow could leave, the corrupt general in front of him suddenly disappeared in a burst of blue light and teleported behind the soldier. As the knight anxiously reminded the warrior of his surprise at the loss of his goal, the enemy picked him up and twisted the man's head off.

Touched by the shock and the clatter of a broken cervical vertebrae, the knight stared blankly at the corrupted general: he had the poor worm's head in his hand, and threw it behind him as if nothing had happened. A column of red blood erupted on the cervical vertebrae section of the headless body, and it slowly fell to the ground in the next second, staining the snow stone red.

This、This guy's strength and reaction speed...... And teleportation in this instant! This is really a "basic" spell that is completely stronger than the clone...... The knight's shock was beyond his ability to realize that the man had been killed for disturbing the heads-up: if I had thought about it, the enemy would have used this trick to quickly deal with me. I can't react to it.

It can be seen that he really wants the duel to be as fair as possible, and he doesn't want anyone to interfere. This may be the reason why none of the Corruptors have come to the control room to support - they are outnumbered, and under normal circumstances, it would be impossible not to come with reinforcements. This can be understood as their boss ordered so. With such a second-force commander, sooner or later the opportunity to win will be delayed.

No, it's been delayed - like it just now. He succeeded in preventing the gate from being lowered, and announced that the local area had lost the night attack. The army then arrived, and it was impossible for these corruptors to escape.

The three Corruptors blocked the door, watched the knight walk out of the house and quickly rushed into the control room. An enemy from a distance wanted to rush forward to attack the knight, but the general whispered and grabbed him, and threw it more than ten meters away with one hand.

Although he couldn't see the anger of the other party at all, under the eyes of Youlan, who looked calm at first glance, he clearly revealed killing intent and annoyance. The enemy waved his left hand, made a "come out" gesture, and then turned away, disappearing from sight: he probably thought the space was too narrow to wield the giant sword.

After adjusting his breathing, he turned around and checked the broken blade again: fortunately, it was stuck inside, and there was no sign of breaking it again. This is due to the fact that it is made of hard black steel and also thanks to its short length. After reaching out and pressing it down again, the knight gripped the handle of his shield and walked out of the house briskly.

Outside, the moonlight was icy blue, projecting onto the miserable headless corpse. Glancing sympathetically at the head that had not closed its eyes until death, the knight prayed silently for it, and the anger that swelled up in his heart grew stronger: This soldier has landed like this because I have implicated him. I'm going to have to kill this guy with my own hands - just to avenge him.

Raising his head and staring at his opponent, the knight had already faintly heard the trumpet of the charge sounding from above: reinforcements were coming here, and they would rush to the high ground in a moment. Although most of the guards of Cold Snow Castle who had fought bravely had been reduced to a corpse, they had bought precious time. In the line of sight that had just swept over, the knight even vaguely saw Morse, the blacksmith with a forging hammer.

Ignoring the angry cries of the three Corruptors rushing out from behind, the knight dragged his body on the verge of falling apart, unable to even stand still. There were thrilling coughing sounds one after another, and he spat viciously on the bloody spit, and his mind continued to dizzy: after those few punches just now, ordinary people would have died a long time ago. Luckily, when I was a Templar in my early years, I always went to war, which led to my current extraordinary resistance to beatings.

Damn, it was a matter of life and death just now, so I could barely burst out with sharp movements. But now...... Trying his best to hide his tiredness, the knight suppressed the frequency of his breathing, trying not to let the other party see his weakness. The Nether Iron Shield in his hand became heavier and heavier, and it was difficult to lift it horizontally. The excessive physical strength consumed during the previous battle with those two monsters was drawn into this battle before he had time to recover...... But the good thing is that this is coming to an end.

Just when he thought that reinforcements would rush up in five minutes, a violent vortex suddenly appeared under the gate. Turning his head in astonishment, the knight was almost so shocked that he didn't hold his sword: between the gate and the ground, a wall of ice froze. It acts as a "floodgate" that cannot be opened, sealing the passage between the high ground and the outside world.

Be...... The blood vessels in his brain jumped sharply, and the knight turned his head through gritted teeth, glaring at the other man: his left hand was bubbling with a pale blue magical light that symbolized the element of ice, and even faintly emanating cold air.

With a low barrage of laughter, as if mocking the ignorance of the knight and all the Ice Children present, he extinguished the magic light and leaned his whole body back against the handle of the jaw that was deep into the ground.

Shit, this fucking thing! It's just playing tricks on us! Even though he knew that the ice wall wasn't infinite and could be destroyed, the knight felt a rush of blood rush through his brain, causing him to forget the pain for a moment. Tearing off the cloak that had been torn at some point, the knight bowed in anger and sprinted at the enemy.

The enemy's armor is tight...... It has to be attacked in the throat. Even the strongest throat guard will leave gaps. If you can defeat him quickly, even the tricky ice wall will disappear very early.

With a seamless tumbling and thrilling dodge of the swing, he jerked his hand open the arm that his enemy was trying to grasp, knocking them back with two shield strikes in quick succession. But just as he stabbed his sword into the crack of the enemy's throat, the other party suddenly raised his elbow and smashed the man to the ground with great speed.

Without waiting for the knight to react, he kicked his body with a kick, and then kicked him vigorously like a football, raising more than ten meters away. Before his back slammed into the wall, the knight subconsciously moved his head, but it didn't hit the back of his head.

The entire spine was in pain as if it were broken, and Anusen's gasping became heavier and more irregular. There was a sharp pain in the hand holding the sword, and it kept sending him an ominous message: he was broken.