When the undead lich sees his second opponent step into the ring. At first, I was stunned. Then he showed a relaxed smile that was in his chest. I couldn't help but raise my thumb back. As if the duel had been won before the battle began. Don't take the opponent in front of you at all.

His arrogant self-confidence was not entirely unreasonable. Because of what appeared in front of him. Neither is she a magician who is proficient in all kinds of ice-based magic combat skills. Nor is it enough to rival him in summoning beasts and ranged attacks, the Beast Tamer Goose Array (he certainly doesn't know that the three War Pets of the Wild Goose Formation are completely incapable of one-on-one duels). Rather, he was the only one of the remaining opponents who wore armor and held a sword and shield. It is obviously a combat professional who relies on brute force to fight his opponent in close quarters --- warriors.

Of course. We all know that. That person is me.

Although we believe that the All-Knowing and Almighty Supreme God created the world in which we live. Entirely in the spirit of benevolence and justice. The power and opportunity to survive are equally distributed to the living beings in the world. But sometimes we have to admit it. Indeed, there are some injustices in this world that cannot be erased. It's like a little water can extinguish a large flame. A little light can dispel endless darkness. A sharp axe is enough to cut through a thousand logs. And a gold coin is always worth a hundred times more than a copper coin of the same size. Whenever. The scales of natural selection always seem to be tilting a little in one direction or another. All things in heaven are never completely equal.

Even in life-and-death battles. We can always see the shadow of this rule. Under the premise of the same level and level of equipment. The Wanderer's profession relies on their skill at concealing their bodies and their sudden burst of lethality. It has become a natural nemesis of legal professionals; And for melee professionals with heavy armor and plenty of life. As long as you can survive the initial difficulties. Wandering killers with weak defenses are lambs to the slaughter. When a physically weak French professional faces a burly fighter in heavy armor. The scales of victory will now be more on the former's side. The myriad control techniques of the various casters will make it difficult for the heavily armored samurai. Often even the opponent's hair has not touched a single one, and he is already dying.

Although this is not an infallible truth. There is no shortage of heroic examples of magicians taking down wanderers and paladins smashing priests into meatloaf in this world. But most of the time. It is well established that there is a clear distinction between the strengths and weaknesses of the various professions and mutual restraint.

And now. I, the unlucky-looking warrior, will challenge an undead lich of a purely legal class. Bone Crusher Mire. Bone cage. There are also two skeleton guards who are tightly entangled and undying...... This guy is a nightmare for all the heavy warriors in the world. It seems that most of his combat skills have been developed to restrain and eliminate warrior professionals. Even as his opponent. I still think in such a situation. He did have enough reason to despise me.

Sure enough. The battle has just begun. He sealed my path with a bone cage. The distance of more than twenty steps far exceeded the effective range of the warrior's "charge" skill. I couldn't even close the fight distance with my opponent by suddenly increasing speed at the beginning like I did in the Yangtze River Delta.

When four creepy walls of bones trapped me in the middle of it, I couldn't move an inch. The undead lich has driven the last remaining skeleton guard around him to rush towards me. Summoning a second Guardian requires waiting for his magic ability to cool down completely. Counting the time spent fighting and changing opponents in the second half of the battle with the Yangtze River Delta. He would have to wait another twenty seconds or so. During this time. He hadn't forgotten to fire two powerful "spirit bombs" at me from afar---- I believe. If it weren't for enough magic to summon the skeleton guards to fight me. The lives I have lost now must be much more than that.

When I finally cut through a strong wall of white bones. The First Skull Guardian has rushed in front of me. This soulless magic doll is clumsy in its movements. But the strength is fierce and fearless. His tomahawk attacks very slowly, though. But every hit takes me a lot of life.

I fought back. I did my best to destroy the decaying puppet summoned by the necromancy. When I turned to the real enemy not far away. He had succeeded in summoning a second Skeleton Guardian. Another pus-dripping undead warrior stiffly and persistently slew at me. I can't escape. There is only a face-to-face battle.

It was at this time. A truly desperate blow fell from the sky. Once again, the cunning undead lich has waited for the spell "Bone Cage" to be used. When the four walls enclosed me in the middle for the second time, I couldn't move, and the axe-wielding skeletons outside the cage were still attacking me frequently. I seem to have fallen into a death choice that I can't escape: if I attack the cage first. The battle axes of the Skeleton Guardians and the spells of the undead lich will fall on me; And if I preemptively attack the Skeleton Guardian through the cage. I'm going to get more spell attacks from the undead lich. Whichever choice I make. When I managed to get out of the entanglement. It must have been scarred and dying. And the most desperate thing is. No matter how I do it. My opponents seem to have made up their minds. Until I was defeated. None of them will come any closer to me.

Although from the very beginning of the battle, I was in a passive situation. But until this time, my loss of vitality was not very serious. At most, less than a third of the life force is consumed. But I believe it. Even my friends didn't believe that I had any chance of turning defeat into victory---- our elders had even begun to refresh their muscles. I'm ready to go to war.

Until this second. It's still a hopeless battle. Even the gods who watched the battle in rainbow form probably judged me to fail. All that's left is how long I can last.

But the next second. Everything has changed.

It's just a matter of moments. My figure disappeared from the cage of bones in plain sight. The stupid skeleton guard seemed to be at a loss because of the inexplicable disappearance of the enemy. Stupid in the original stunned moment. Gently shook its empty skeletal skull.

At this time. I've suddenly appeared in front of the undead lich. This rotting bone monster has no eyeballs though. But at this moment, I still saw a great shock and panic in the blue soul fire that came out of his empty eyes. At this moment, I even sympathized with him---- a creature like us with flesh and blood can close our eyes and temporarily ease our emotions when we encounter such a sudden shock. But this poor fellow who has even rotted his eyelids can now choose to face his bleak life......

"How could you ......" this moment. He has forgotten all resistance. He will only scream in fear. His question has not yet been spoken. I replied with my own actions---- and it was a merciless slash to answer him.

A ferocious sword slammed into his left shoulder blade. Then make a "pop" sound along the ribs. A terrible red glow splashed above his head: "-670". An unreserved crit delivers an exhilarating result. Do you remember? I have a pair of extraordinary boots. It was the reward of the temple that I won for my merciless slaughter in the "Merge Campaign". This pair of "Footprints of the Wind Elves" full of divine power is permanently blessed with a "Heroic Flash" combat skill. It allows me to teleport like a magician in an instant. And then there's a 100% chance of triggering a critical hit.

This amazing and valuable skill has saved my life on the brink of danger many times. I have escaped from danger more than once. But today. For the first time, I used it for the real purpose for which it was originally created. Suddenly approaching your opponent. Destroy the enemy's faith in resistance with a sudden blow with a thunderous force.

In fact. From the very beginning when I was trapped in the cage, I was able to use this skill to escape the barrier. But I gave up. I've been waiting. Wait for the perfect moment for a one-hit kill. I'd rather pay the price of flesh and pain. Put yourself in a situation where you are passively beaten. Fight with the terrifying skeleton guards. Even after destroying his first Skull Protector, I'm still patient. Because I can't be sure when his second Skull Guardian will appear. That ugly undead summon won't trip me up when I slash at close quarters. Give my opponent a chance to escape.

When the second Skeleton Protector of the Undead Lich appears. I didn't press in on him. Instead, he consciously lured the undead monster he summoned in the opposite direction. Widen the distance between you and him.

The one who really rang the bell for him to be defeated. It was the second "bone cage" he unleashed. At this time. I knew that there was nothing left for him to stop me from fighting back---- I began to fight back relentlessly!

Hack and slash. Another hack-and-slash. All of the stabbing skills were useless enough against the bony undead lich. I could only pick up my sword fiercely. Slashed at his rotten body like an axe. Originally. He's not without hand-to-hand combat spells. There is also a skill called "Dry Bone Outfit" that enhances melee defense. But my sudden approach had completely disrupted his thinking. Under my attack. He was at a loss. I don't know what I'm supposed to do. The soul fire in his eyes was churning messily. It reflects the weakness and panic in his heart.

Faced with my surprise attack. The first instinct of the undead lich was to instinctively summon the skeleton guards to protect them---- under my deliberate lure. The stupid magic doll will probably arrive in a while; Then he scrambled to try to unleash some offensive spells. And that's what I'm happy to see---- those powerful attack spells are interrupted again and again by my slashing. And those low-level instantaneous spells couldn't even leave a trail of even a little deeper on my armor.

Actually, at this time. A "Bone Crusher Swamp" with no attack power is the most practical skill. He can use this spell to temporarily get rid of my pursuit. Even if it doesn't turn the tide of battle. It is also possible to delay a little. Inflict more damage on me.

My sword flew up and down. Squeeze the last remaining life force out of his bones. Scarlet tide clouds loom over us. I didn't expect this rotten man with so much blood to accumulate in his body---- and its color was as warm as the blood in our bodies.

There was a bone-splitting pain in his back. I felt a rough piece of metal just rip my back violently. I had a tactile sensation called "pain" buried deep in my muscles. I know. The skeleton guards I had just led away had finally arrived to rescue his master. However. He came too late. The undead lich and evil spirit are now dying under my slaying. I gritted my teeth. Sacrifice your own flesh and blood. Completely ignore the attack from behind. Still slashing bravely. Each shot pushed my opponent closer to the end of the shame.

When the Skull Guardian raised his tomahawk for the third time and tried to cut it down on me. The undead lich in front of me finally let out one last scream of despair. Moment. I saw his name suddenly turn gray. The whole body loses support. Completely collapsed and sat on the face. Meanwhile. The skeleton of the tomahawk-wielding tomahawk behind me fell apart in an instant. It was smashed into a pile of black-gray debris. The rusty tomahawk also lost control the moment it touched my body. "When" a sound fell on the surface. Then he faded into obscurity.

That's it. I surprisingly turned the tide of battle in one of the most desperate battles. The most crucial victory was taken. The gap that had been chased very close was opened again.

"Well done. Jeffritz. Well done! I knew you wouldn't let us down. I told them just now. You've won this one! "Our elder, Miss Fei Yin, danced excitedly in the ring. Excitedly yelling in the ring.

"Huh. Didn't you just say that we were going to lose this one......" Xian Ge Yayi looked at Fei Yin with a confused face. “…… You also said that Jefflitz lost without solving a single opponent. His winnings will be deducted next month......"

"How is that possible? How could a guild leader like me, who was far-sighted and far-sighted, and whose eyes were as wise and martial as a torch, say such stupid things. You must have misheard. It's all an illusion, it's an illusion, it's ......," the beauty president immediately retorted loudly. The expression on her face was full of holiness. There seems to be endless honesty in every eyebrow. One can't help but have such a feeling from the depths of his heart: who would doubt the words of this noble lady. That's a grave sin against the soul.

If only I had a little precious wisdom left in my head. This is the time to give all the respect and trust to a noble lady---- even if I see her soothing and soothing my legs and tendons when I am in trouble. And I heard loud complaints with my own ears, "It's bad luck." Then it's going to be my turn to play" and so on---- whether it's a gentleman's code or a knight's code, or a good man's handbook and a good husband's fourth-level exam (who knows what that is). The first of them clearly says "Women are always right". And one of the most important rules of our guild's survival is "the president is always right". So. I can only believe from the bottom of my heart that every word spoken by our admirable and venerable elders is true.

At the same time, I seriously doubt my ability to judge right from wrong on my own......