Morgan Radimore used the parts with strong armor protection, and he deliberately attracted the Night Watch Commander Miss attacking these parts. If the opponent changes his move, he will be able to gain the upper hand. If the opponent does not change his move, he will rely on the armor to take damage, and use an indomitable posture to swing the giant sword with both hands to slash.

The Night Watch Commander Miss is very smart and very smart. She keeps learning the martial arts that the other party has honed on the battlefield, but she still can't stand it as she fights.

The other party is a dead soul with unlimited physical strength. She cannot do it, and her skills are improving, but her physical strength is consumed so quickly that the woman is inherently lacking in physical strength, which leads to her being about to lose.

Vanessa gently stroked the muzzle. What a great solution. You don’t need it. You must fight alone!

She knew that many people were staring at her in secret. After all, this was a world dominated by extraordinary people. This was the case with races such as humans, dwarves, orcs, night elves, and blood elves. Only the strong have the right to speak and become leaders, rather than rich people occupying leadership positions like goblins.

This is the case with the general environment. Unless she wants to get along with the goblins, she must have a record of being able to make a name for herself.

She pulled out the saber and walked slowly forward.

"Miss Altaya, let me do it."

"good."

Replacing the Night Watch Commander Miss, whose physical strength has dropped significantly, she stared at Morgan Radimore's movements. The opponent's moves were actually very simple. It was just a few strokes back and forth, which was completely the way in the army. What she pursued was simplicity, efficiency, and the maximum damage was caused with the smallest strength.

"I have broken the armor under his ribs." When the commander Miss came out, she whispered to Vanessa.

She nodded to indicate that she had heard it.

The wheel battle will cause some damage to the honor of the two, but both are women, and the world has a much higher tolerance for women than men. The Night Watch Commander Miss is a warrior, not a paladin, and she is not a person who cares about honor, but the town.

Not to mention Vanessa, honor? What is honor? She doesn't go along with such evil demons and heretics, and she feels that she is already very honorable.

"This is the saber of Delin Proudmore. Today you will end under this knife!" Vanessa threw away the distracting thoughts in her heart and focused on the battle in front of her.

"Acheus." The undead warrior also raised his two-handed sword according to inherent etiquette.

"After you die, I will hand over your sword to your daughter and let her continue to walk the path you haven't finished." Vanessa adjusted her center of gravity and put herself in an attack state.

"Thanks."

With thanks comes a powerful and powerful slash.

Vanessa was completely different from the commander. She had no intention of parrying at all. She lightly pointed her toes and gently avoided them when they were unable to escape. At the same time, the saber cut across, and pointed at the opponent's armor under the broken ribs.

A faint white frost wrapped around Morgan Radimore. This magic frost is different from the coldness that the undead has. As a supernatural product, the undead has certain resistance to magic, but it is far from immune.

Vanessa could feel the opponent's speed drop slightly.

She stepped on the other party's wrist holding the sword with one foot, pulled out the demonic strike, and stabbed Morgan Radimore's face with her backhand.

The weakness of the undead is the little soul fire in the head. The human skull is very hard and some sharp weapons are difficult to penetrate. Those who want to hit the eyes and noses are all masters. When ordinary soldiers face a large number of undead, the best weapon for a hammer is a hammer!

Vanessa didn't need a hammer. She was now a little master. The dagger directly stabbed the undead warrior's eyes with a faint blue light.

The other party quickly pulled back, and at the same time, he used force to swing the sword with both hands, and cut across the sword directly in front of him.

Vanessa immediately changed her real move to a fake move. After a fake shot, she went around to the side and slashed Morgan Radimore under the ribs.

The magic attached to the saber once again reduced the speed of the undead warrior a little.

Seeing that the other party could be slowed down, Vanessa finally felt relieved.

She ran ten meters away and shouted, "Everyone can dodge!"

Everyone didn't know what she was going to do, but they still felt that they had retreated more than ten meters.

A syllable lightly spit out from his mouth, and the ring on Vanessa's hand emitted a silver light.

The next second, a snowstorm flying all over the sky entangled Morgan Radimore.

The magic attached to this kind of equipment is definitely not as powerful as the one released by a serious mage, but for a group of militia, it was already extremely shocking.

The wind and snow wrapped Morgan Radimore, and then the cold air continued to fall, and the wind and snow condensed in the air and turned into sharp ice thorns, hitting the undead warrior like rain.

The other party could only protect the vital points of his head, and the armor on his body was riddled with holes.

The entire magic lasted for six seconds. Vanessa had flames on the dagger in her right hand, with ice and flames on one hand. With good equipment, she was fast and forced to crush the opponent.

"Die!" Her flames have great damage to equipment, and the quality of the Demon Strike is extremely high. The Blackstone tribe that creates the Demon Strike is the best race among the orcs. However, this dagger is only resistant to high temperatures and is not immune to flames. It lasts too long and will also damage the weapon. She dare not waste time and directly burst out her fastest speed, like a gust of wind, stabbing Morgan Radimore on the front, back, left and right.

"It's over!" With her whisper, the dagger cut off the opponent's right hand holding the sword, and then the saber drew an arc and stabbed into the undead's eye socket at an extremely clever angle. The undead fire, which represents the driving force of the undead, struggled violently for two seconds, and then was unwilling to extinguish it.

"I can rest in peace." The tall undead warrior lost the driving force of his body and fell to the ground with a bang.

Without last words or memories, he died just like that. Vanessa looked down at the corpse. In her opinion, all the holy lights of Morgan Radimore during her lifetime turned into negative energy, or necrotic energy. If buried, in ten days and half a month, the negative energy will gather again. This person will probably still stand up and brush it again at that time? That would be too disgusting.

A small ball of flame was shaking his hand. The corpse, which had long been lost, was burned by the flames and burned out in less than three minutes. In the end, only a small ball of ashes remained.

Vanessa put the knife in the sheath. She saw a little girl kneeling on the ground in the distance, crying silently. She knew that it was Morgan Radimore's still alive daughter. It was because of this daughter that the undead warrior had recovered a certain degree of Qingming Festival and did not kill ordinary militia.

The Night Watch Commander Miss didn't say anything. She handed the undead warrior's two-handed sword to the little girl who was still crying silently, and patted the other person on the shoulder to show support.
Chapter completed!