Something's wrong with my undead

Osewell played very casually.

After all, this is the McCalla Mountains blockaded by the Four-Nation Convention, and he is a fourth-level paladin.

Originally, he was afraid of the warrior who was said to never fall no matter what.

But now that the other party is not here, he is the ceiling of force value here.

The task Donald gave him was simple:

Kill the necromancer here and purge the evil.

The rubes who beat these neutral war zones will also shock the opponents and even allies standing behind them.

As for now there is one more.

Break the neck of that little nobleman.

Who made him speak rudely to her?

He didn't feel that the armored man in front of him was very difficult to deal with. His strength was enough to suppress his opponent.

What's so hard about a warrior with a shield?

He is not a gladiator on the Zanluo Plateau.

The gang started fighting, howling like ghosts, and summoning their own father to get on top of him at every turn.

Then Dad summoned Dad again, who was so powerful that he could stack up five or six generations!

The most important thing is that these dead souls are not afraid of the Holy Light at all...

But the person in front of him is just an ordinary human warrior.

The only strange thing is that a flash of gold occasionally flashes between the gaps in the opponent's helmet.

A human with golden eyes?

Really rare.

He relied on his strong body to completely suppress his opponent, and every time he could easily push away the... uh, chopping block?

What kind of weapons are these country bumpkins using...

At the same time, every sword he strikes will cause the opponent to take several steps back.

weak!

Too weak!

If he hadn't been distracted to deal with attacks from all directions, he would have defeated his opponent long ago.

But as he slapped, he felt a little irritated.

The opponent's strength is obviously not as good as his own, but he has keen insight.

He seemed to see through his every move, and could always move the damn shield to the right position without warning.

Damn...

What is the origin of that thick shield glowing with blood?

His Holy Light Shock would actually be smashed into pieces?

Snapped!

Osewell suddenly retreated and slashed, and his combat intuition allowed him to dodge the most common elemental impact.

At the same time, he also smashed a water ball with the edge of his sword.

No, those guys around are getting more energetic and they are starting to get serious.

This can't go on like this!

Even if he is accidentally injured, he has to let go of his hands and feet. At worst, Donald will be the one to wipe his ass in the end!

Feeling the approaching evil behind him, he stabbed the sword into the ground with both hands.

"Holy Light Impact!"

After shouting angrily, a golden shock wave suddenly erupted from Osewell's body!

The dark wandering soul that had just been summoned by Kitil melted away before it could even get close.

Everyone involved in the siege was also knocked off their feet after being hit.

Some people were stunned, some were knocked away, hit the wall hard and fainted.

Fortunately, the old mage opened the shield and protected George.

The nearest sheep catcher couldn't dodge at all. His armor dented violently, breaking several ribs.

The worst part was the helmet, which split into two!

A skull head popped up.

Osewell Pupil Earthquake!

Undead...undead? ? ?

He looked at the opponent's feet in disbelief——

The cracked golden flames were as dense as a spider web.

That is my "dedication"...

However, this undead just stepped on it...

Suddenly, the opponent took action!

It strode forward on the golden flames of holy light.

Just like he did when he rushed to Dylan Gitiller.

Every step, there is a holy light bursting out...

Every step leaves golden flame footprints on the ground...

The two pools of holy flames are superimposed on each other, and outsiders cannot understand what this means.

——The holy flame, of course, belongs to Osewell.

But the eyes of the Flame of Purification were about to pop out!

That's not his skill...

That's your opponent's!

In a blink of an eye, this weird skeleton had already arrived in front of him, and then raised the ridiculous bone-cutting knife.

Dangdang Dangdang!

The opponent's offensive suddenly became as continuous as a tide.

Osewell was so flustered that he didn't dare to touch the strange holy flame, so he retreated hastily.

He didn't realize at all that he was leaving the range of his holy flame step by step.

At this moment, there was a crash from behind!

Clang!

There is a sneak attack! ?

Osewell rounded the sword with both hands and swung it horizontally, and the sword was bathed in liquid-like holy light.

But the sneak attacker ducked away like a prophet.

He didn't see a hole in his armor.

The balance of victory began to tilt from this moment.

...

Just looking at the surface, Catching Sheep looks as cold as a fighting machine.

But in fact--

"Damn it, my brother has learned how to give! He has learned how to give! He is no longer a shield warrior!"

He also mastered this skill by repeatedly washing his feet in devotion.

Catching Sheep: "The guess of 'Force Field' is correct. As expected, you still need to learn the skill in a battle with the same attribute."

Teacher Xia: "I still think you have more potential as a warrior. With such a difference in attributes, you can force the opponent out of the range of dedication."

As he spoke, he saw the right moment to sneak up on Osewell's back.

The yellow-green dagger was like a hot blade cutting on hard cheese, and it cut a hard but hard cut in the coquettish armor.

Mr. Sa: "Does this grandson know the Holy Shield?"

The arrows he shot either failed to break through the defense or were blocked. This battle was useless and could only be done with words.

Catching the Sheep: "The level four paladin will definitely meet, but it can be interrupted."

"Huh?" Mr. Sa was stunned: "Can the Holy Shield be interrupted?"

He always thought it was instant invincibility.

Catching Sheep: "It doesn't work in the game, but this is reality. There must be a small interval from activation to full effect. This is not difficult to find when he uses Consecration and Ring (Holy Light Impact). I guess this has something to do with energy. related to the driving principle.”

Teacher Xia: "Try your best, it's time to react! Watch my physical chokehold!"

Mr. Sa: "Damn it, as long as I have the mourning arrow, this matter will be settled."

Teacher Xia laughed and scolded: "It's a consumable worth 1500 gold coins. Why don't you use it to fight Gods and just shoot ants for fun!"

"Just wait, Heine will buy it for me sooner or later!"

"What the hell is this green tea speech..."

...

Interrupting the Holy Shield?

Is it possible that this guy is still invincible in Hearthstone?

Heine has remained invisible ever since he dragged the mountain people representative into the quagmire of fighting.

He took advantage of the chaos and retreated into the crowd, swimming among them.

Some of them obviously have a grudge against Eternal Dawn, and they are very aggressive.

Some are worried, fearing that they will be liquidated if they offend the Golden People.

For example, the tall and lanky mixed-race hunter who was criticized by Mr. Sa for his father's poor aesthetics.

Most of the arrows he shot hit Brother Yang, but fortunately they were weak.

It sounded like he was from a farm in the eastern suburbs and was worried about his business.

After all, everyone knows that the Silver People of the Whispering Forest and the Golden People of the Luku Plains wear the same pair of pants.

There was also an old mage wearing an old robe. It was he who saved George and asked the guards to take him out.

This was the first time Heine had seen the master, and it was different from the master he remembered making fireballs.

The opponent used a shield and a flash, and then he never made a move.

It is not difficult to tell from the respectful attitude of the people around him that the other party has a high status.

Fortunately, his attention was focused on the court and he had no time to care about his surroundings.

At this moment, they were discussing the skeleton who was not afraid of the Holy Light, and Heine who suddenly jumped out just now.

But the topic quickly returned to the situation.

"He...will he be okay?" The hunter asked in a low voice, "I don't want to bear the wrath of Eternal Dawn."

At this time, Osewell was actually being beaten by the sheep.

The mage snorted: "A knight who can use Holy Light Blast is at least a level four elite and has mastered the Holy Shield technique."

The hunter breathed a sigh of relief.

"That's no problem."

One of the Konu people sneered: "You won't fight for the lord now?"

The hunter paled.

He looked around secretly and became more natural after finding that George had left.

Several people laughed lowly again, laughing at his timidity.

Heine sighed in his heart, this is George's vassal.

At this time, the situation on the field had completely reversed.

As Teacher Xia punched a hole in Osewell's armor, a handful of blood came out of the yellow-green dagger.

The paladin's face instantly turned green.

Really covered with a layer of grass green!

His reaction was obviously slow, his steps were loose, and even the strength of his sword swing was visibly weakened.

"He is already preparing the Holy Shield Technique." The old mage suddenly said.

"How do you know?" The hunter wondered.

"Hillbilly."

He scoffed, but offered an explanation.

"Looking at his neck, the power of the Holy Light flows through the blood and spreads to the body through the heart. The blood vessels in the neck are the most obvious."

After hearing this, Heine immediately stared at Osewell's neck and found that the "gold" tendons were indeed protruding.

The light was very faint at this time, probably still brewing.

Zhu Sheep's guess is correct. Such a powerful skill must not be instant, at least it must be foreshadowed.

He slipped up behind Dylan.

The latter was as alert as a cat and immediately spotted him.

"who!?"

"Shh, it's me."

Heine didn't care much and quickly repeated the information he just heard.

"...So do you have a way to stop his Holy Shield?"

Dylan stared at Osewell on the court, his smile both cheerful and sinister.

"I will definitely make him regret it!"