"Poof!" the solid touch and the sound of the axe blade slicing through flesh and bones convinced Lothar that his attack had had the desired effect. Regardless of the creature, it will lose a considerable amount of its combat power after receiving such a blow to the head, and if you are lucky, or if the opponent's skull is not so hard and thick, the blow may even kill them directly.

The low roar of "Roar" made it impossible to tell whether it was a wail before death or a precursor to madness, and Lothar only knew that his arms were pulled higher and higher as the monster raised its head. As the Count's feet were about half a palm's height off the ground, gravity caused the tomahawk to slide out of the monster's skull, and the owner of the tomahawk landed on the ground and slammed back behind him again, distancing himself from the enemy.

"Roar" The roar became weak, as if to tell the story of the rapid loss of life from the wound. Lothar looked at her battle axe with some surprise, and by the moonlight, a little black powder was floating on the blade of the axe that came out of the lion's mouth. The Count had never seen anything like this, he had chopped many things with this axe, but few of them could leave a part of his body on the blade of the axe, not even the demons from the lower worlds. This never-before-seen phenomenon warned the Count that the battle would not end so easily.

Sure enough, despite the terrible wound on his head, the monster swooped down on Lothar with a more agile pace than before! This time, the Count didn't have time to plan any more small moves, and the mere dodge had already consumed all his reaction speed. Perhaps it had learned its lesson, or perhaps it had gone mad from its injuries, the corpse-eating creature that had attacked again had no intention of giving Lothar any more time to think, and after the first swoop, it used its tail to sweep quickly, forcing the Count to move again and turn around at the same time.

There was no yelling, no intimidation, it was as if it had given up all plans to threaten and only brought out the most primitive violence. The difference in size meant that Lothar would not be able to make a detour without damage against an opponent who rushed up with all his might, and the reason why he was able to gain the upper hand in the first few encounters was due to his quick reflexes and the hesitation of his opponent.

Corpse-eating creatures are also living beings, and hunting and eating are only the means by which they maintain life, not the whole meaning of life. Although ghouls are described in many texts as monsters that only know how to eat corpses, isn't that because the so-called researchers never thought that ghouls had other demands than to eat?

There are reasons for this, of course, and whatever the reason, the ghouls act according to their own laws of survival. In their laws, combat is not a part of the equation, at best it is a means of subsistence and prey, just like any other living thing. So when fighting other creatures, they still put their own preservation first, and this instinct creates the battle situation just now, and when both sides have reservations, the more skilled fighters can accumulate an advantage from it.

What if the warrior's opponent suddenly gave up on the idea of preserving himself and began to change the purpose of his actions to killing the humans in front of him? That's what Lothar had to do in the blink of an eye, as his opponent skipped the many phases of the fight and plunged him straight into a never-ending rage.

Even if the tomahawk slashed into the shoulder, the monster would have left a scratch on the count's waist. Even if one of the fingers of its forepaw is severed, it will bite off the enemy's ankle. Such a battle, Lothar could not accept. But he had to accept it, because the battle had already begun, and it was impossible to escape. Unless he can deal enough damage to the enemy to nullify its mobility, or simply look for an opportunity in the chaos to directly launch a deadly attack. Otherwise, it is impossible to get out of this fight.

Block, dodge, move, get hurt. Thoughts gradually blurred in the unordered rotation of the four, and the anger in the depths of his heart gradually burned his reason. Stop dodging, stop stalemate, rush forward, and let it blind even if it is killed!

Ah, what is there to be afraid of, do I do less desperate work? Think of me Count Montenegro, didn't I take the lead in that battle? Isn't it the highest pursuit of a warrior to find a home on the battlefield? Kill it, in the name of whatever! Kill, kill, kill!

The black powder emitted from the righteousness of the fool became more and more, and the originally bright axe blade was covered by these things, and gradually could not reflect the light of the moon. On the other hand, the tendons on Lothar's body, and even the bloodshot on his eyeballs became obvious, and the clarity in his eyes gradually faded, and anger and primal impulses filled his consciousness.

Kill, even if you die! The blades and claws of the axes intertwined, one to the monster's throat, the other to Lothar's chest. If this blow is carried out, the corpse-eating thing will certainly have its head cut off, but the earl will have his heart gouged out. And this battle will also end after this blow.

On the grassland on a full moon night, the wind blows through the grass, and the two bodies cast a shadow in the moonlight. Blood, dripping, can't tell whether it's human blood or monster blood, maybe there is no difference between the two types of blood.

Exhale, inhale, the sweet smell of blood fills the nasal cavity, and you can't smell anything other than the first time. Is he still alive? Lothar didn't know. He only felt heavy and cold. It is said that people do feel cold when they are dying. So is he dying, about to be freed from his fleshy cage, to go with the waves, to that destination?

"Don't worry, it's not time yet. A strange and somewhat familiar voice rang in my ears, and the darkness in front of me was removed. Someone separates the two bodies that are together and puts the one that belongs to the human on the grass. What Lothar didn't expect was that the man who separated him from the corpse-eating creature was actually an old man, with a much more emaciated body than it looked. What he didn't expect was that the claw that should have been pierced into his chest just slashed under his right armpit, hanging off a few strands of flesh from the side.

"Bang!" the corpse, falling to the ground, lost its Lothar's making, its two-meter-tall body falling to the grass, splashing a little dust. It wasn't the Count's tomahawk that killed the monster, but an arrow stuck in the middle of the monster's skull, the feathers of which were as white as thin pieces of ice in the moonlight.

"Without you cutting it down with an axe, my arrows won't pierce its skull. So in general, it's still your prey. The old man noticed Lothar's gaze and said. His wide sleeves make him look like a legendary oracle with wings on his back. No one could have imagined that a man in such immovable clothing could shoot such a deadly arrow from a hundred paces away.

"What is this?" said the Earl, speaking suddenly, without thanking the old man for saving his life.

The old man raised his eyebrows, his eyebrows were very long and white, "You say this? We people here call it ground bear, you might call them otters or something, I'm not sure." It's just that I didn't know it could grow so big and eat human flesh. It seems that I am right to live a little longer, and if I die, I will not be able to see the wonderful battle just now. ”

"What do you think I'm doing well?"

"Of course, you can almost bring this thing down with one person with an axe, and I've never seen a warrior like you. Say, right?" The old man did not say the second half of his sentence to Lothar, and his gaze followed the voice to a place in the moonlight, where, at some point, a figure was standing.

The figure was too far away to make out the appearance, but the earl could only see it vaguely, and his two eyes were almost glaring out of his sockets. The light of the full moon was bright enough, at least, it was enough to illuminate the figure's clothes, a familiar gray robe.

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