"Poof!" The solid touch and the sound of the axe blade cutting through the flesh and bones convinced Lothar that his attack had achieved the desired effect. No matter what the creature is, it will lose a considerable part of its combat effectiveness after being hit hard on the head. If it is lucky enough, or if the opponent''s skull is not so hard and thick, it may even kill him directly.


    "Roar" the low roar makes people can''t tell whether it''s a cry before death or a sign of madness. Lothar only knows that as the monster raises his head, his arm is pulled higher and higher. When the count''s feet were about half a palm''s height above the ground, gravity caused the Tomahawk to slide out of the monster''s skull, and the master of the Tomahawk fell to the ground, and then retreated sharply behind him to draw the distance from the enemy.


    "Roar" roar becomes impotent and seems to be telling that the life of the sender is rapidly losing from the wound. Lothar was a little surprised to see his own Tomahawk, by the moonlight, spit from the lion''s mouth on the blade of the axe is floating some black powder. The count had never seen such a situation. He had cut many things with the axe, but few could leave a part of his body on the edge of the axe, not even the demons from the lower world. This unprecedented phenomenon warned the count that the battle would not end so easily.


    Sure enough, despite the terrible wound on his head, the monster was more flexible than before towards Lothar! This time, the count has no time to plan small movements, just dodge has consumed his entire reaction speed. Perhaps he had learned a lesson, or was mad because of his injury. The corpse eater who attacked again did not intend to give Lothar time to think. After the first swoop, it used its tail to sweep quickly, forcing the count to move again and complete the turn.


    There is no yelling, there is no threat. It seems that it has given up all the threats and only gives full play to the original violence. Quick and tough! The difference in body size means that Lothar can''t make a detour without injury in the face of the opponents who are going all out to rush forward. The reason why he can get the upper hand in the previous battles depends on his quick reaction and his opponent''s hesitation.


    Corpse eaters are also creatures. Hunting and eating are only the means to maintain life, not the whole meaning of life. Although many texts describe ghouls as monsters who only know how to chew corpses, isn''t that because the so-called researchers never thought that ghouls have other demands besides eating? Otherwise, why do these creatures have to dig into the graves and eat the decayed and shriveled corpses, instead of rushing into the human settlements like other wild animals or monsters eager for fresh flesh and blood and having a good dinner in the night?


    Of course, there are reasons, and no matter what the reasons, the corpse eaters follow their own rules of survival. In their laws, fighting is not too much of a part. At best, it is a means of subsistence and hunting, just like other creatures. Therefore, when fighting with other creatures, they still put self preservation first. This instinct creates the situation just now. When both sides have reservations, the more skilled soldiers can accumulate advantages.


    So what if the fighter''s opponent suddenly gave up the idea of protecting himself and began to transform the purpose of action into killing the human in front of him? Even so, it can allow itself to be injured and even die. This is the problem that Lothar encountered in a flash. His opponent leaped over the various stages of the fight and directly led him into the endless rage.


    Even if the axe fell into the shoulder, the monster would have scratched the count''s waist. Even if one of the fingers of the forepaw is cut off, it will bite off the enemy''s ankle. Lothar can''t accept such a fight. But he had to accept it, because the battle had already been carried out here, and it was impossible to escape again. Unless he can do enough damage to the enemy, disable its ability to move, or simply look for opportunities in the chaos to directly carry out a fatal attack. Beyond that, it is impossible to get out of the fight.


    Block, Dodge, move, hurt. The thoughts are gradually blurred in the disorderly rotation of the four, and the anger in the heart gradually burns the reason. Don''t dodge, don''t stand still, rush up, even if you are killed, you should make it blind!


    Go on, what''s to be afraid of? Do I do too little? Think of me, count of Heishan, who was not the first to fight? Is it not the highest pursuit of soldiers to find a home in the battlefield? Kill it, in any name! Kill, kill, kill!


    The black powder of the fool''s justice is more and more. The originally bright axe blade is covered with these things, and gradually cannot reflect the light of the moon. On the contrary, the blue veins on Lothar''s body and even the blood on his eyes became obvious. The bright color in his eyes gradually faded, and his anger and primitive impulse occupied his consciousness.


    Kill it! Even if I die! The blade and claws of the axe crossed, one running to the monster''s throat and the other to Lothar''s chest. If this blow is carried out, the corpse eater''s head will certainly be cut off, but the count must also be dug out of his heart. And this battle, too, will end after this strike.


    On the grassland on the full moon night, the wind blows through the grass, and the two bodies cast a shadow in the moonlight. Blood, dripping, can''t tell whether it''s human blood or monster''s blood. Maybe there''s no difference between the two kinds of blood.Breathe, inhale, the nose filled with the sweet smell of blood, outside the first time can not smell other. Are you still alive? Lothar doesn''t know. He only felt heavy and cold. It is said that people do feel cold when they are dying. So he''s dying? About to free from the meat cage, with the wave ups and downs, to that destination?


    "Don''t worry. It''s not the time." Strange and some familiar voice sounded in the ear, the darkness in front of them was also removed. Someone will separate the two bodies together. Please put the human one on the grass. What Lothar didn''t expect was that the man who separated him from the corpse eater was an old man with a lean body that was much more powerful than it seemed. What he didn''t expect was that his paw, which should have been stabbed into his chest, had just scratched along his right armpit and hung up several pieces of flesh and blood from the side.


    "Bang!" The corpse, fell to the ground, lost LOSA''s making, two meters high body fell on the grass, splashing a little dust. It was not the count''s Tomahawk that killed the monster, but an arrow inserted in the middle of the monster''s skull. The arrow''s plume was as white as a thin piece of ice in the moonlight.


    "Without you, I can''t shoot through his skull with an axe. So on the whole, it''s still your prey. " The old man noticed Lothar''s eyes and said. His wide sleeves make him look like the legendary emissary with wings behind his back. No one would have thought that a man wearing such clothes that was not conducive to action could shoot this fatal arrow a hundred paces away.


    "What is this?" The count spoke suddenly, not thanking the old man for saving his life.


    The old man raised his eyebrows. His eyebrows were very long and white, "what do you mean? The people here call it the earth bear. You may call them ground Rex or something. I''m not sure. It''s just that I didn''t know it could grow so big and eat human flesh. It seems that I''m right to live longer. If I die, I won''t see the wonderful battle just now. "


    "Do you think I''m good at it?"


    "Of course, you rely on an axe and you can almost put it down by yourself. I have never seen a warrior like you. You say, don''t you? " The latter part of the old man''s words did not speak to Lothar. His eyes turned to a place under the moonlight with the voice. There, a figure was standing there.


    The figure was too far away to see his appearance, but the count only vaguely saw it, and his eyes were almost staring out of his eyes. The full moon was bright enough, at least, to illuminate the figure''s clothes, a familiar grey robe.


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