Luther chopped down the heavy-armored warrior in front of him and glanced warily at the smiling knight not far away. With his strength, it was not difficult to kill a heavy-armored swordsman. What was difficult was that there were so many people.
Do this surrounded by.
It has to be said that the defense of these heavy-armored swordsmen is really abnormal. Not to mention the heavy armor on their bodies, Luther's bludgeoning method is useless. If it were an ordinary person, Luther would be hit with a bludgeoning blow.
Internal bleeding.
The sword couldn't cut through, and the blunt blow couldn't break. In the end, Luther kicked his lower body, repeatedly kicked his knee joints, and forcefully broke his knees. Only then did he find the gap behind his neck, slashed with his hand knife, and the fighting spirit invaded and exploded.
, and then chopped down the heavily armored swordsman.
The defensive power is amazing, but the combat power is actually not very high. It can only slash and sweep when coming and going, and there is no wave of fighting spirit. It is all based on brute force. Such an enemy is very strange, plus there is a vague odor on it.
Luther strongly suspected that the person under the armor was not human.
With this suspicion, Luther of course wanted to verify it, and he was wary of Onard, trying to lift the heavy armored swordsman's helmet.
Kick..., the war horse under Leonard raised its legs and stepped forward. In almost a sprint, it rushed in front of Luther, and Leonard swung his sword.
Luther had been wary of him, but the speed of the war horse was still beyond his expectation. He waved his sword awkwardly to block, then took advantage of the situation and took a dozen steps back to a safe distance.
"What kind of horse is this!?" Luther asked in surprise. This horse was motionless and moved like thunder. At first glance, it was not a simple thing.
The war horse actually curled his lips and showed a look of disdain: "What kind of horse is a horse? Your whole family is the horse. You ignorant guy, look at it clearly, unicorn, unicorn lightning."
Lightning raised his big hoof and knocked on his forehead. The movement was so large that it almost shook Leonard off his back.
Luther's jaw almost dropped and he asked in shock: "Where are your horns?"
Although there is no such creature as a unicorn in this world, Luther read a book and knew that unicorns have horns. The horse in front of him has a bare forehead, so how can there be any shadow of horns?
Lightning seemed to know that he would be asked this question, and responded neatly: "It fell, hum!" After saying that, he turned his head and ignored Luther again.
Luther's eyes returned to Leonard, riding a unicorn as powerful as thunder. His own strength was not weak: "With the strength of a great swordsman, who are you?"
As soon as the expert put his hands together, he would know if there was any. With the sword strike just now, Luther could probably estimate that Leonard's strength was at least as high as that of a great swordsman.
Although it is one level lower than Luther, it is different when equipped with a mount. With a unicorn as a mount, it is not only fast, but also has high intelligence, and can easily perform at a level where one plus one is greater than two. Not to mention Leonard
He also knows magic, and is obviously a paladin.
"You are really a barbarian from the abyss. You have no manners at all. When you ask someone's name, shouldn't you state your identity first?" Leonard took out his riding crop from the saddle, threw it to the ground, and rolled it up.
The neck of the heavily armored swordsman chopped down by Luther was lifted up.
The heavy-armored swordsman was hung by his neck, leaning limply against the unicorn. Leonard used the holy light with one hand and pressed it on the wound on the back of his neck.
"Lord of Ice City, Sword Master Luther Luofen, who are you!" Luther was curious about the identity of the other party and did not want to waste time arguing about it. He quickly reported his name and then pressed the question.
"The name is so short, he deserves to be called an abyss barbarian." Leonard shook his head with a smile, and said elegantly: "I am the commander of the Holy Blade Army, the Knight of God, the conqueror of the Abyss of Rest, Leonard Saint.
·Anthony Augustus Arms Locke Armstrong Long…….”
Leonard reported a list of eighty-six characters, which made Luther almost want to yawn.
"Okay, okay, Mr. Long and Stinky, the Abyss of Rest you are talking about, doesn't mean this is it?" Luther pointed to the ground and said in surprise.
Leonard did not get angry and said with a smile: "Just call me Leonard. Of course, I have conquered so many planes that I can't even remember them. Of course, it means nothing to you. Only
This place is meaningful to you, just call it the Abyss of Rest. Anyway, it won’t be long before I forget it, so it doesn’t matter what you call it.”
Luther was stunned for a long time, and finally managed to squeeze out a sentence: "Has anyone told you that you deserve a beating for your words?"
"Maybe, but who cares about the sound of ants? You'd better defeat my servant first."
The heavily armored swordsman with Leonard's riding crop around his neck shook his head and stood upright again by his own strength.
After Leonard let go of his hand, he quickly shook it in disgust, then took out a clean handkerchief from the saddle bag and wiped it carefully. After wiping it, the handkerchief, which was obviously of good quality, was thrown to the ground.
Luther frowned, is it cured? No, even if the wound on his neck is cured, what about his knees? Why can he stand up?
The invulnerability of the heavily armored swordsman, coupled with the lingering odor, made Luther wonder if the creature inside the armor was an undead creature, especially since the wound on his neck did not bleed after being chopped down.
But now it doesn't look like it. The heavily armored swordsman is not afraid of the holy light and can even use the holy light to heal him.
The heavily armored swordsman shook his head, apparently no longer affected by the injury. He picked up the long sword on the ground and strode towards Luther.
"If I can kill you once, I can kill you ten times." Luther grunted, dodged the heavy armored swordsman's chop, and struck the gap behind the opponent's neck with his backhand knife. Fighting energy invaded and tore open a gap.
With a big mouth, he chopped off the heavily armored swordsman's head with another slash of his sword.
Once you know the opponent's key points, this kind of tin can is easy to deal with.
"Let's see how you can save me." Luther scolded angrily.
"Haha, how do you know that I can't be saved? It's been a long time, but you've only killed one. The rest of my servants have almost flattened the battlefield..." As he said this, he looked out and saw what he saw.
But it made both of his eyes protrude.
I saw a gray-white skeleton wielding a large scythe, swinging it over the body of a heavy-armored swordsman. The scythe passed through the heavy-armored swordsman's body like an invisible object, but took away an inconspicuous flower.
Soul fire.
"Reaper of Death!? Impossible, isn't that the skill of the Golden Skeleton? How could the Gray Skeleton do it?" The elegant smile was no longer visible on Leonard's face, replaced by shock.