The fist that hit the nose left the target of its slamming. The feet that jumped up in order to swing their fists were also pulled back to the ground by the gravity of the depths of the earth. And this fall was followed by a sudden retreat. But even if he took seven steps back, when Lothar stabilized his body, his chest still felt warm. The monster's claws left brutal marks on his chest like digging through soft dirt. The monster's claws were so sharp that it wasn't until Lothar stood still that his wound began to ache. This means that if it weren't for his knee-jerk instinct that made him make the most correct judgment, the monster wouldn't even feel pain when it was going to dig out his heart or other internal organs!

It's terrible. The Count gasped as he felt the pain gradually spreading from the wound to his entire chest. This is the dilemma of fighting between humans and non-human creatures, compared to their large opponents, the human body structure is too fragile without armor protection, and injuries in any one place will destroy the overall coordination and bring a series of bad consequences. On the other hand, the axe on the tail and the punch on the nose look effective, but at best they only cause a little trouble, far from the point of injuring their lives.

In the duel between people, Lothar is the one who often plays this role. Both his muscular body and the most lethal of all weapons were the tomahawks, making his attacks deadly and heavy. But now, the human body is meaningless in front of the two-meter-long muscular beast, and the damage caused by the Fool's justice to that huge body is not as great as the threat to the human body from sharp claws. He had to retreat to the defensive, and could only slowly accumulate a small advantage as he had just done in the brief encounter, until the moment he brought down the tree.

And in the process of accumulating advantages, Lothar's priorities are twofold. First, he must protect his body from irreparable damage. No matter how much advantage he accumulates, his throat is bitten and his arm is broken, all his efforts will be in vain, he has to be careful, cautious. Second, he should pay attention to the exertion of physical strength. He didn't know how patient the monster in front of him was, maybe it was bad, maybe it wasn't bad, no matter which it was, he couldn't bet on it. Letting go often means losing both, he doesn't have the capital to lose both, he has to live.

But if you live, you have to win. Before Lothar's own stamina ran out, he had to quickly build up an advantage and turn it into victory in the final blow. It's not easy, and every dodge means using up precious stamina and getting nothing to gain. However, any neglect of the enemy can lead to irreparable results. This pressure, combined with the tension of facing a strong opponent, is enough to break down many people, making them give up on continuing to confront their opponents head-on, choosing to turn and flee or beg for mercy. Most of those people are dead, and being able to defeat your opponent head-on often won't give you a chance to escape.

Moreover, after losing the torches, Lothar was not confident that she would find her way back to the market despite being pursued. The moonlight here is bright, but it's not enough...

"Hum!" the evil wind interrupted his thoughts. Of course, your thoughts will be interrupted when a giant beast with a tail of nearly three meters opens its mouth full of barbed teeth and swings its forelimbs with four sharp claws that can easily tear open its chest. Lothar dodged to his left side, while holding the handle of the battle axe with both hands, slightly extending some to block the opponent's path, trying to use the monster's inertia to take advantage of it, if it can cause wounds on the opponent's forelimbs, it can be of great help in the subsequent battle.

Ideas, are good. With Lothar's arm, even if a galloping horse carrying a knight passed by him, he was confident that he would cut off the front hooves of the opponent with this axe. However, when the blade of the axe actually grazed the monster's forelimbs, the count felt as if he had crashed head-on into a three-masted galleon! The front and back feet were dragged off the ground by a terrible force, and his whole body was carried forward by this reckless attack A few meters away, until the castration of the thing stopped, and the count rolled and fell into the grass with the axe.

Fortunately, the soft grass unloaded most of the power, and after a few rolls, Lothar easily stopped the movement with his right leg, half-kneeling in the grass and nervously searching for him to make such an opponent. The grassland under the moonlight should be unusually bright, but there seems to be something invisible in the air that absorbs the light, and those steppe people can use the moonlight to fight to the death in the market, but Lothar can only see a vague outline of things a few steps away. The silhouette grew bigger and taller.

"Roar!" the earth-shattering roar tore through the darkness, revealing the posture of a corpse-eating creature standing up. The hairs on its body, which had been clinging to its skin, stood up like a porcupine, showing a dead gray color, lifeless. Saliva, mixed with unswallowed blood, dripped from the corners of the monster's mouth, and the sharp canine teeth were exposed as if to herald the Count's death. It was angry, and anyone could see it, but the question was, why? Cutting off the tip of its tail and tapping its nose didn't make the monster look so fierce.

The answer was answered by the full moon. As the moonlight grew brighter, Lothar could clearly see the monster's left forelimb, the arm that had just been slashed by the tomahawk, with a large bloody wound. It wasn't a wound that a sharp axe could inflict, it was more like a disgusting scar that only comes after suppuration and festering. And in this scar, an incision that is neither deep nor shallow is evident from the outside.

Necrophorals do not spawn naturally, they are inherently different from animals. Cheese's argument popped up in my ears. Unnatural creatures, in other words, whether intentional or unintentional, are contaminated with magic in corpse-eating creatures, and the magic power will be destroyed by witch hunting knives. That would explain why a wound that wasn't fatal to its massive size could provoke it to rage. But the question is, why did the same use of the witch hunting knife deal damage, and did not have such an effect when slashing the monster's tail before?

There must be some reason for this, but before Lothar could think about it, the monster that had risen up from the human force had already rushed towards the Count with the two thick hind limbs that were not inferior to those of humans, and the two large claws were like two dark clouds from above the left and right sides towards the Count! He can retreat, he can't stop the opponent's offensive, he can retreat once, twice, and the third time he may fall down due to the unevenness in the grass. That's the way to get peace, not the way to win.

To win, you can't just go back. Because to retreat, it is to see the situation clearly and formulate a strategy. When both are achieved and the time is ripe, retreat will become advance, and advance will be frustrated! Between two steps, the Count had dodged into the monster's arms, and now the monster was standing, so it was a head taller than Lothar, and it just so happened that the Count was tall enough to slam the bottom of the handle of the tomahawk into his opponent's chin!

"Bang!" The crisp cracking sound heralds the shattering of the jawbone, no matter how strong your muscles are, it will be a weapon made of steel. The monster was hit hard, and the center of its entire body moved backwards, and although its huge body did not fall completely back by relying on the tail to make it, it still showed a big enough flaw. Empty door, opened. Seasoned fighters will not miss an opportunity.

"Drink!" the roar carried the strong wind, turning into a crescent-like arc left by the axe blade in the air, and fell towards the middle of the monster's eyes without the slightest hesitation!