Inside the church-like building, the moonlight gently caressed the two strong humanoid creatures, as if to send blessings for the next battle.

Dressed in blue-gray leather armor with fine scales, he held his sword in his hand with a relaxed and confident expression, while the other side wore heavy black armor and folded his hands around his chest, looking haughty and disdainful.

"You're challenging me?" Fried's eyes, hidden under the griffin's helmet, burst into ice-blue flames, "You want a fair one-on-one duel as a bet?"

"yes, I think that's a good way to fix it. "I just don't know if you, as the lord of this town, will you deign to accept this offer?" Or do you actually want to call all your skeleton boys over to make this gamble a little more lively? ”

This guy wants to use verbal sarcasm to avoid being mobbed, naïve!"Put away your boring, ridiculous tricks. Fried took a few horizontal steps, the crisp sound of metal boots hitting the marble floor echoing through the church, "If I really wanted to, you wouldn't have been able to get here, and you would have been torn to shreds by thousands of undead." ”

"So?" said the other man's face with a hint of delight.

The Death Knight's eyes lit up, "I, Fried Albert, as the sixth lord of Giethoorn, accept the challenge of you, the trespasser, and accept this bold and ignorant challenge! He pulled out a black ring from inside his armor, "Not only that, but I can also guarantee that my people won't attack you and that you can get out of this town alive." ”

"It couldn't be better. The other man bowed. "Thank you for your generosity. ”

"Tell me your name, the living. Fried looked at the arrogant fellow, "I don't want my subordinates to be unknown in the future. ”

"Barrett Mungo. He said, "You can call me Barrett." ”

"Very well, Barrett, would you rather be a skeleton warrior or a zombie guard?" Death Knight Fred pulled out the runic greatsword behind his back, "If you're as skilled as you're showing confidence, I'd love to resurrect you as my kind, the mighty Death Knight." But alas, you're just an ordinary adventurer, not a noble knight. You haven't been canonized, you haven't read the Manifesto of Knighthood, so I can't do that. ”

"Thank you for your kindness. Still, I think the adventurer profession is more suitable for me. The other man walked towards him with a weapon in hand.

"Then let me see if you're qualified to say such big things. Fried removed the cloak from his shoulders and greeted him with the rune greatsword.

The next moment, the two weapons collided violently, and there was a huge roar. Two humanoid creatures of similar stature are facing each other through weapons.

The runes on the greatsword in Fried's hand lit up slightly, and the icy frost mist spread along the greatsword to the opponent's weapon. But then, the frost and fog that had spread past were contained and then vanished, and it was clear that the opponent's weapons were not as ordinary as they seemed.

Not only that, but Fried also found that he didn't have any upper hand in the competition of strength at the moment. The strength of this guy in front of him is higher than he imagined.

The opponent's agility and strength made Death Knight Fried a rare step in his attitude.

Such a battle of equal strength is interesting, and there are bursts of excitement in his soul fire, and he is even a little greedy for this one-on-one, full of reputation and glory challenge.

This form of challenge reminded Fried of the days when he was still alive.

The stalemate of the two weapons separated again, and the real battle officially began.

The Death Knight's attacks were fierce and swift, and the runic greatsword swept and slashed with a roar of death. And the opponent's defense was solid and tight, holding the sword with both hands to block every attack of Fried.

In the interval between a giant sword attack, the opponent bullied forward, and then nimbly dodged the oncoming metal gloves. The other party seized this opportunity and slashed at Fried's armor with the weapon in his hand.

With the sound of the 'bell', Fried was unscathed, but the fierce attack of his opponent failed to break through the heavy armor of his family.

"That's your attack, not much stronger than a mosquito bite. Fried scoffed.

Originally, this armor was just a slightly more refined steel heavy armor, but since Fried became a Death Knight, this armor has become almost one with him like the rune greatsword in his hand. Every time Fried killed the other high-level undead and devoured their remaining soul fire, the armor and greatsword grew stronger and sharper.

The living man named 'Barrett' was not discouraged by Fried's taunts, as it was as if he had truly transformed into a sensitive mosquito, constantly biting and biting around Fried, annoying him.

His opponent kept circling around Fried, dragging him forward, and was able to dodge greatsword attacks while looking for opportunities to stab at close range, as if trying to hit the joints and gaps in the armor.

This guy didn't play slowly, and he didn't get impatient because of the ineffectiveness of his progress. After each shot, whether they hit or not, they would move their feet again, and always keep their figure at the edge of the griffon's helmet viewing hole in order to affect Fried's vision.

Fried could tell that his opponent had a lot of experience fighting heavily armored knights, but as an undead, he didn't just look at each other with those ice-blue eyes. Whether the opponent is in front of Fried, on the side, or behind him, his soul fire can clearly capture the opponent's figure.

But unfortunately, being able to catch the opponent's figure does not mean that you can hit it. The 'mosquito' in front of him was too sensitive, and it was not much more agile than the vampire who was the most agile among the undead.

And against such an agile enemy, Fried naturally has the means.

The attack was once again close, targeting the gap in Fried's armor's shoulder, which he used to block with his left bracer.

After all, Fried is an undead, and ordinary one or two attacks, even if they hit the main body through the armor, as long as they don't hit the more critical parts, they won't have much impact.

But he didn't want to rely on that to win.

The opponent missed the blow and spun around again, and Fried took this opportunity to stomp on the marble floor of the church with his right foot, and a layer of cold frost mist spread along the metal combat boots on his right foot, covering most of the church floor.

The opponent subconsciously retreated, but the frost mist was faster, and when it came into contact with the opponent, it could climb the opponent's legs like vines, briefly freezing them in place.

Death Knight Fried seized the opportunity to charge with his sword, and his metal boots made deep footprints on the frosty ground.

A look of surprise appeared on his opponent's face, and he immediately stabbed his sword straight into the ground under his feet. The next moment, the ice shattered, and the opponent struggled to break free. But at this time, Fried's greatsword had already reached his body, and the opponent could only barely block it with his horizontal sword, and was knocked out by Fried.

With a good attitude, Fred not only has excellent martial arts, but also various spell abilities of the Death Knight, so he is not only a powerful melee professional, but also a commander of the undead and a small half of the spellcaster.

The opponent adjusted his body like a cat in the air, and after landing on the ground, he rolled a few times and got up instantly. He quickly stepped away from the range of the frost, then looked cautiously at Fried with his sword.

After seeing that Fried was not pursuing, he simply moved his body and seemed to be fine. Although he was not injured, he stood in a far corner, looking at Fried standing on the icy ground, as if he was a little overwhelmed.

The battle continues.

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