If this man claimed he was not a necromancer, but merely born with immense strength, probably none of these mercenaries would believe him. What kind of innate strength could slap someone into something resembling a meat patty in one blow?
At that moment, the man effortlessly smashed one mercenary to death, then slashed at the second like lightning.
The mercenary raised his sword to block. Though the man's sword stroke was incredibly fierce, the frontal block kept him from killing the mercenary outright. Still, with a clang, the mercenary's longsword was knocked aside.
Scared out of his wits, the mercenary saw the Blizzard Knight thrust his greatsword toward him. He hurriedly raised his buckler to shield his chest, but how could such a shield withstand that kind of force? A crack of breaking bone immediately rang out from his arm.
Unable to withstand the enemy's assault any longer, he was promptly cut down on the spot.
As for the third mercenary, he had already turned and fled. The Blizzard Knight merely swept his gaze over him and noticed that this third man's armor was far more ornate than the others'. Ignoring the remaining mercenaries, he wheeled his horse around and charged after him.
That third mercenary was Val. With his life on the line, Val moved nothing like a man clad in full armor. His speed rivaled that of an assassin as he darted through the woods, giving the Blizzard Knight quite a headache.
He had likely never seen a mercenary who could run so well.
The others were not so fortunate. The four scouts who had been shot off their horses at the start were beaten half to death by a mob of mercenaries. As for the two scouts still on horseback, seeing how fierce their captain was, they