The pain, a soul-like pain, not only caused Barrett to fall to the ground unexpectedly, but also caused his otherwise unconscious Death Knight body to feel a sting like a burning venom.

"Damn, what do you want to do?" the brute got up and turned around and yelled.

"Treat you. No polite mortals. "You should not utter insults and shout at a noble servant, for this is a great sin!"

The speaker was a female phantom with wings on her back, her face haughty and holy, her cheeks slightly bulging, and she looked a little angry. If nothing else, this void should be the angel in the 'Twin Shadows'.

"Cure me?" Barrett sighed helplessly, "Don't you see that I'm an undead?" or, in your limited consciousness, actually think of yourself as a necromancer?"

"Filthy undead, you are not allowed to desecrate my status as a priest. "You should be ashamed of yourself and repent from your soul, not the other way around." My treatment can even if it doesn't cure your body...... It can also lead you to a peaceful long sleep. ”

Sleep, I don't want to sleep yet!

As the battle continued, Barrett didn't want to pay attention to the illusory figure in front of him, he left the 'twin sword' in his hand on the ground, and leaned down to pick up the 'Resonant Tomahawk' and shield 'Metal Poetry' on the ground.

"Hey, what are you doing?" "Phantom saw the brute throw the sword on the ground, and floated to his side in a huff, "You should cherish this sword more, you should wipe it often, polish it carefully, and keep it as bright as new." After all, there is a noble priest who lodges here. She lifted her round chin.

Barrett ignored the phantom's meaningless words and stared intently into the air.

The hovering primeval dragon did not rush to attack at this time, but used some kind of powerful spell-like ability, causing snowflakes to float throughout the battlefield. The snowflakes grew bigger and thicker, turning the barrier into a world of ice and snow.

What is this white dragon going to do without even saying a word? Hasn't it noticed that all frost attacks have no effect on me?" the brute frowned and pondered.

Before, he was unharmed by the ravages of the dragon's breath, and he also ignored the low frost mist surrounding the dragon, so it stands to reason that the other party should be aware of it.

Although there seemed to be something wrong with the intelligence of this primeval white dragon, didn't the Acupuncture Demon Seg say that it had a combat instinct and frost talent that far surpassed that of its kind?

Frost talent is indeed amazing, as for combat instincts, Barrett shook his head inwardly. He hadn't seen it yet.

"I'm talking to you, why don't you respond?" the phantom floated to Barrit's face, and looked at the brute with a pair of clear eyes, as if to see the sin in his heart.

You, and that demon named Di what, why do you like to block other people's sight......?" Noble Priest, don't you see?" Barrett gestured with his eyes to the dragon in the sky.

The Void turned to look into the air and pointed his ass to Barritt's face, "It's hurt!" said the Void, "It's hurting, maybe I can heal it!"

This Nima, Barrett found once again that a minute was so long, "You have to figure out one thing. He raised his voice, looked at the other person's ass and said, "That guy is my opponent, I need to take it out or I'll be taken out by it!"

The phantom turned to look down at the brute again, "The battle between the evil white dragon and the filthy undead is really a wonderful opera." It's just a pity that I don't have enough time, otherwise I'd really like to see who will win in the end. Or maybe two sinful creatures die at the same time?" she smiled.

"Walk slowly, don't send. "Hurry up and leave, never come out again!

"My name is 'Josephina,' and you have to remember that name, undead. "When I come out, I want you to learn to be polite." Also, keep that sword safe!" she said, disappearing into thin air.

Alas, I wish I could sigh hard now. The brute struck the shield with his tomahawk to lift his spirits. Then he let out a Nordic howl and threw himself into the fight again.

Barrett moved his arm and threw the dragon aiming the resonant tomahawk at the air. The hovering dragon kept an eye on the brute's movements, and the moment it saw Barrett raise his hand, it flew lightly to the side, and was not hit.

The tomahawk spun and slammed into the dark red barrier, then bounced back to the ground. Barrett took a few quick steps towards the point where the axe had landed, catching it in his hand. Without the resonance assistance of the Bronze Ring, he could only use the most primitive methods to perform throwing attacks.

The second, third, and fourth times, Barrett's tomahawk throws were all dodged by the prepared primeval dragon. This guy is much more agile in the air than when he is on the ground.

As time passed, Barrett found that the snowflakes in the air gradually hardened, turning into small Xiaoice crystals that shimmered. Countless ice crystals crowded, collided, and shattered in the air, turning into dazzling ice dust, but many more continued to fall towards the ground and faintly gather in the direction of Barrit.

This primeval white dragon is indeed very strong!The barbarian exclaimed in his heart. If it weren't for the Death Knight form, he would have fallen as a corpse. Although he is not much different from a corpse now.

The ice crystals continue to grow in size, and the effect of hitting the body is no longer negligible.

An ordinary ice crystal turned into an ice spike as it fell, grazing Barritt's neck and shattering it to the ground. Another ice spike plunged directly into the brute's shoulder, causing his body to stagger slightly. Although the third one was blocked by the 'Metal Poetry', the subsequent ice spikes became more and more numerous and denser.

While Barrett is immune to frost damage, he is not immune to physical damage from falling Ice Spikes. Moreover, 'Metal Poetry' is a medium-sized shield, which cannot protect his whole body, causing the barbarian to be hit by ice spikes one after another.

He had to run to avoid the onslaught of ice spikes that kept gathering at him. The kite-shaped shield made a 'crackling' sound, as if thousands of arrows had been shot at it.

While the Undead Body allows him to ignore these small injuries for a while, it is not the way to continue like this. The ice spikes were still growing wildly, and the one that had just landed in front of Barritt was almost the same as the real arrows used by archers. It is foreseeable that it will not be long before spears formed by ice will rain down on him.

At that time, there will be no second outcome for him except to be nailed to the ground by an ice spear.

I need to find a way to knock it down first!" Barrett ran towards the primeval white dragon hovering in the air, trying to keep the distance between the two as short as possible. But after he got close enough, the white dragon flapped its wings and flew into the distance, frustrating Barrett's plan.

Where is this guy's previous ferocity? Why did he use such a lewd tactic? Barrett glanced at the sky again as he fled. It seems that it is determined to consume me in this safe way, rather than just pounce on me and tear me apart.

The 'rain of arrows' was so embarrassed that Barrett knew that there was only one way to die if it continued. After determining the dragon's position, he gritted his teeth and lifted the shield.

The 'Resonant Tomahawk' came out of his hand again, drawing an arc of death in the white canvas formed by frost and mist. The battle axe spun and shattered all icicles in its path, heading it into the head of the primeval dragon...... The barrier next to it rushed through.

The dragon casually glanced at the non-threatening tomahawk and ignored it, instead manipulating the icicles in the sky to stab Barrit. But in the corner where it didn't notice, the deflected tomahawk hit the dark red barrier, and then bounced high, and struck it again with unabated speed.

By the time the primeval dragon regained notice, it was too late, and the Resonant Tomahawk struck the dragon's right eye with precision, spinning and shattering the entire vertical pupil.

There was another terrible, high-pitched dragon roar, and the primeval dragon, known as Death Frost, slammed to the ground.

Without the white dragon's control, the icicles began to fall aimlessly, and Barrett frantically rushed towards the dragon with his shield in hand.

He picked up the 'pain' in the Death Knight's sword halfway through, and took another turn to throw away his shield and hold 'Despair' in his hand. Although the Death Knight's armor-piercing ability against swords is average, if the attack is the eye, he is still fully competent.

The primeval dragon not far away had begun to wake up from the stun at this time, and Barrett seized the opportunity and saw that the distance was too similar, so he used the [Jump Splitting Heavy Attack] skill.

The brute's hands were raised in the air, and he leaped directly into the dragon's head from the air. As he fell, the Death Knight slammed the sword into the dragon's last remaining eye, carrying all the kinetic energy and weight of his body as he jumped.

The molten silver pupils cracked in an instant, and the scarlet blood and the liquid in the dragon's brain splattered like a waterfall, swaying everywhere. The primeval dragon let out a deathly dragon roar, and it struggled to get back to its feet, but the 'tyrannical touch' of its claws caused it to fall again.

Barrett roared wildly as he thrust the weapon deep into the dragon's brain once more, up to the hilt of the sword. The primeval dragon's wings flapped slightly, and then there was no sound at all.

The brute sat down on the dragon's head and wiped his bloody face. He looked up at the stands around the arena and saw that the devilish spectators were all in a state of madness, not knowing what to say.

Barrett stuck out her tongue and licked the blood from the corner of her mouth. It's a pity that there is no taste, only an inexplicable cold.

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