For spellcasters, battles with their own kind often turn into some sort of game. The habits they gained from their vast knowledge doomed them to be less likely to fight in the open as warriors, and the magical level of combat was far more subtle than the physical, but no less deadly. In the case of the two sides in front of them, it was not the first time that Cheese and the Lich had faced each other, which meant that they already knew each other well, based on the magical factions and magical powers that they had inadvertently revealed during the last battle. And it is precisely because of this that they are sure that the opponent in front of them is not much different from themselves, and this battle will need to take place in this form. On the surface, the Lich was well prepared, whether it was gathering intelligence through the Edwards family or transforming the crypt into its favor, giving it an advantage at the start of the battle. But Cheese also knows very well that no matter how great this so-called advantage is, it is only reflected in defense, and the failure of space magic makes his opponent unable to escape at all, otherwise, the lich will never choose to fight head-on. So the mage understands that although he is defeated in the intelligence war, the dominance of the battle is still in his own hands. Besides, Cheese has his eyes on Heather's back, even if it's the intelligence part, you're not invulnerable, are you?

"Ding!" the blade of the metal axe slashed against the black rock armor, making an eardrum-shuddering echo. Lothar was unable to strike a blow and immediately wanted to pull out, but the strange power of the weapon made it impossible for him to complete his idea immediately, and in desperation, the Count of Montenegro had to raise his foot and kick the chest of another short skeleton in armor to get out of the embarrassment of being besieged. The sound of his boots crushing bones rang out one after another, and Lothar half-crouched, his tomahawk resting diagonally on his chest, glancing out of the corner of his eye to find that the distance between him and the wolfwalker had not shortened.

"Buzz!" The dull sound of the war hammer in the air reminded the Count of the approaching enemy, Lothar's right leg retreated, his left foot violently exerted, and the whole person used his right leg as the fulcrum to complete a counterclockwise turn, which is a combat skill he is proud of, the rotation itself can make the enemy's attack miss, and the kinetic energy brought by the rotation can greatly enhance his next attack. Sure enough, there was a cracking sound, and the short skeleton's warhammer smashed into the Earl's previous position without any suspense, splashing a large amount of bone slag. At this time, Lothar had already turned behind his opponent, and the raised tomahawk did not hesitate to aim at the exposed back of his neck.

Black Mountain decapitation, this is the name given to this by soldiers who fought with Lothar. For when the Count performed this move, his opponent seemed to have voluntarily slipped into a trap and exposed his neck for Lothar to behead. Easily chopping off the heads of his enemies on the battlefield, and letting the blood in his cavity stain the red and golden armor, this hand alone is enough to make Lothar a formidable warrior. "Roar!" Lothar was better than ever, his weapon was no longer the ostentatious golden axe, and when the Count's mouth roared, his voice was not at all human, but like a majestic lion announcing the death of his prey.

"Poof!" Hearn's blade cut through the gap in the skull's spine without hindrance, severing the enemy's head. It's just that unlike slashing humans, the skeleton's body is obviously much more fragile than Lothar imagined, and his spare blow continues to fall after completing the decapitation, slamming into the pile of bones on the ground. "One...... Hmm!" the Count muttered to himself, but there was not only one of his enemies, the skeleton with two daggers had quietly come to Lothar's back, and the two daggers that looked like they were made of ribs pierced into the Count's thighs, and with the pain, Lothar could still feel a cold breath, as if two ice cubes had been stuffed into his wounds.

"Bastard. The Count of Montenegro gritted his teeth and cursed as he rolled forward with the battle axe erected in front of him, knowing that if he turned around and fought the enemy, he would surely take a few more stabs in his body, and he was not willing to take that risk without knowing what the consequences of that cold feeling would be.

"What a wonderful decapitation, but alas, this is not a technique to use against multiple enemies. So, your Excellency Count of Montenegro, Your Excellency the Knight of Lothar, can I understand that most of your rich achievements come from the help of your army? You, the rising star of the kingdom, are, after all, nothing more than a child who has grown up under the protection of others. The lich's voice rang in Lothar's ears, and through the blue fire at the Count's feet, Lothar was not as far away from it as it seemed.

"Shut up!" he roared, pulling up his tomahawk from the ground and slashing at the skeleton that was rushing towards him. However, the result of this blow was not as expected by the Earl, most of the power in Hearn's hand disappeared after slashing the stone armor on the opponent's body, and the remaining power could not cause damage to the enemy, but only kept it away from him. "Strange, these two pieces of armor are specially prepared for the Iron Knight. But when I saw you, I changed my mind, after all, the great knight was already dying, and it didn't take as much effort to deal with him. ”

"I'll tell you to shut up!" Probably disarmed by the lich's whispers, Lothar didn't hold the tomahawk in both hands as she dragged her somewhat numb legs forward, but only lunged at the other side with her head down with her weapon upside down in her left hand. The skull's dagger was still stuck in the earl's body, and there was nothing to do about it for a moment against Lothar coming towards him, but for the skeleton, the weapon was only an addition, and even if it didn't rely on the bone dagger, its sharp phalanges were a deadly threat.

Cheese noticed that Lothar was abnormal, but he couldn't help the Count much, without him, Lothar had penetrated too far into the Blue Fire compared to the other two, and it was difficult for the mage to use his power to influence him. This left Cheese with doubts about the reliability of the split action. Soon, though, the mage realized that he was completely overwhelmed.

The Lich had apparently mistaken one thing, and that was that it was too obsessed with the Count's witch-hunting knife and thought that Lothar himself was not terrible. And he can't be blamed for this, most spellcasters have trouble distinguishing between warriors and soldiers, just as ordinary people can't understand the difference between spells. And this is reflected in the present, and it directly leads to a result that surprises the lich. Lothar wasn't as blinded by whispering as it had imagined, and while it seemed unwise for the Count to fight one-handed with his non-dominant hand, when Lothar stuck her right hand into the neck of the opponent's armor at the cost of being stabbed through the ribs by the skeleton's bony hand, everyone knew who would win the battle.

The fragile bones shattered under the warrior's palms, and the skull was lost, and the skeleton collapsed to the ground like a puppet with broken strings. Standing on top of his enemy, Lothar pulled out the dagger in his thigh and threw it into the bones in front of him as if in demonstration. "Look, the dead should be silent like this. ”