New Order of Azeroth

Shoulders, wrist guards, elbow pads, some parts of the armor with strong protection were used by Morgan Ladimore. He deliberately attracted Miss Night Watch Commander to attack these parts. If the opponent changed his moves, he would have the upper hand. When changing his moves, he relied on his armor to take damage, and used an indomitable posture to swing his giant sword with both hands to slash.

Miss Night Watch Commander is very smart and has a lot of brains. She constantly learns the opponent's martial arts skills honed on the battlefield, but she is still a little unable to withstand the fighting.

The opponent is an undead and has unlimited physical strength. She is not good at it. Her skills are improving, but her physical strength is consumed very quickly. Women are inherently weak in physical strength, which makes her about to lose.

Vanessa gently stroked the muzzle of the cannon. What a good solution. You don't have to do it. You have to fight alone!

She knows that many people's eyes are secretly staring at her. After all, this is a world dominated by extraordinary people. This is true for humans, dwarves, and even orcs, night elves, and blood elves. Only the strong will have the right to speak. Only then can they become leaders, rather than the rich occupying the leadership position like the goblins.

The general environment is like this, unless she wants to hang out with goblins, she must have a good record.

She drew her saber and walked forward slowly.

"Miss Althea, let me come."

"good."

Replacing Miss Night Watch Commander, whose physical strength had dropped significantly, she watched Morgan Ladimore's movements carefully. The opponent's moves were actually very simple, just a few back and forth. It was completely the way of the army. What he was pursuing was Simple, efficient, causing maximum damage with minimum effort.

"The armor under his ribs has been broken by me..." Miss Commander whispered to Vanessa when she left the stage.

She nodded to show she heard.

The wheel battle will cause some damage to the honor of the two, but both of them are women, and the world's tolerance for women is much higher than that of men. Miss Night Watch Commander is a warrior, not a paladin, and she does not care about honor very much. People, all she cares about is the town.

Not to mention Vanessa, honor? What is honor? To deal with this kind of evil heretic, she felt that she was already very honorable without standing shoulder to shoulder.

"This is Daelin Proudmoore's saber. You will end under this sword today!" Vanessa threw away the distracting thoughts in her heart and concentrated on the battle in front of her.

"Acius." The undead warrior also raised his two-handed sword according to the inherent etiquette and introduced.

"After you die, I will give your sword to your daughter and let her continue on the path you have not finished." Vanessa adjusted her focus and put herself into attack mode.

"......Thanks."

Accompanying the thank you was a powerful slash.

Vanessa was completely different from Miss Commander. She had no intention of parrying at all. She tapped her toes and dodged very gracefully at the last moment. At the same time, she cut the saber across the opponent's ribs and aimed it at the damaged ribs of the opponent's armor. .

A light layer of white frost enveloped Morgan Ladimore. This kind of magical frost is different from the coldness of the undead. As a supernatural product, the undead have a certain resistance to magic, but it is far from immune. .

Vanessa could feel that the other party's speed had dropped slightly.

She stepped on the opponent's sword-holding wrist with one foot, pulled out the Devil's Strike, and stabbed Morgan Ladimore in the face with her backhand.

The weakness of the undead is the soul fire in the head. The human skull is very hard and difficult to penetrate with some sharp weapons. Anyone who wants to punch in the eyes or punch in the nose is a master. When ordinary soldiers face a large number of undead, the best weapon to use is a hammer!

Vanessa didn't need a hammer, she was already a little master now, and the dagger stabbed directly into the eyes of the undead warrior that glowed with blue light.

The opponent hurriedly pulled away and retreated. At the same time, he exerted force on his waist and legs, swung the sword with both hands, and slashed directly in front of him.

Vanessa immediately turned her real move into a feint. After a feint, she went around to the side and slashed Morgan Ladimore in the ribs.

The magic attached to the saber once again slowed down 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: "Get out of the way!"

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

A syllable came out of her mouth, and the ring on Vanessa's hand emitted a burst of silver light.

The next second, a blizzard flying in the sky entangled Morgan Ladimore.

The magic attached to this kind of equipment is definitely not as strong as that released by a serious mage, but to a group of militiamen, this is already extremely shocking.

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

The opponent could only protect the vital parts of his head, and his armor was riddled with holes.

The whole magic lasted for six seconds. The dagger in Vanessa's right hand was equipped with flames, one hand of ice and the other of flames. With good equipment and fast speed, she could forcefully crush the opponent.

"Death!" Her flames do great damage to equipment. UU Reading www.uukanshu.net The quality of Demon Strike is extremely high. The Blackstone Tribe who created Demon Strike is the best forging race among the orcs, but this dagger is only durable. High temperature is not immune to flames. If it lasts too long, it will also cause damage to the weapon. She did not dare to waste time, and directly burst out at her fastest speed, like a gust of wind, hitting Morgan Ladimore in front, back, left and right. Stab.

"End it!" With a soft cry from her, the dagger cut off the opponent's right hand holding the sword. Then the saber drew an arc and pierced into the eyes of the undead at an extremely clever angle. The undead force that represented the driving force of the undead. The fire struggled violently for two seconds and then died out reluctantly.

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

No last words, no memories, just died. Vanessa lowered her head to check the body. In her opinion, all the holy light of Morgan Ladimore during his lifetime had been transformed into negative energy, or necromantic energy. If he was buried, it would take ten days and a half. The negative energy has regrouped, and this person will probably be able to stand up again. Will he brush it again then? That would be disgusting.

He flicked out a small ball of flame, and the body that had long since lost its vitality was burned by the flames. It burned out in less than three minutes, and in the end, only a small ball of something like ashes was left.

Vanessa sheathed her sword. She saw a little girl kneeling on the ground in the distance, crying silently. She knew that it was Morgan Ladimore's still living daughter. It was precisely because of this daughter that the undead The soldiers finally regained some clarity and did not massacre ordinary militiamen.

The night watch commander didn't say anything. She handed the undead warrior's two-handed sword to the little girl who was still crying silently, and patted her shoulder to show her support.