Warm Dragon

Boom!

Although the knight squad was small in number, the seven of them were united at this moment, bursting out with fierce momentum and unparalleled attack power.

The big snow ghost waved the huge ice sculpture mace in his hand, trying to confront the charge of the knight squad head-on.

But at this moment, Eric's willpower was highly concentrated. While the big snow ghost was swinging the mace, he guided the fighting spirit of the entire knight squad to resonate, forcibly enhancing his own fighting spirit, which was already surging to the extreme, and gathered it on the sword blade.

Boom!

With a sword thrust out, the fighting spirit sword light penetrated a distance of five or six meters and accurately pierced the neck of the big snow ghost.

Crack, even if the big snow ghost was physically strong, under this sword attack that surpassed the peak of the great knight, his neck was directly cut off.

The head flew out, flying high and far.

The body did not fall, and the mace in his hand was still smashing down along the original trajectory, clanging, hitting Eric's sword blade that was still moving.

However, the force was weak and did not cause any trouble to Eric.

However, the ordinary snow ghosts following the big snow ghost rushed forward and still caused some trouble to the knight team.

Especially after Eric exhausted the power condensed by the resonance of fighting spirit, the knight team's movements slowed down, followed by deformation and sluggishness in the movements, which gave the ordinary snow ghosts an opportunity to take advantage of and immediately killed a warhorse.

Bang, Charles, who was not careful for a moment, fell down with the warhorse.

The two snow ghosts opened their fangs and mouths, and the ice-carved swords chopped at Charles' hands and feet one after another. Just as they were about to chop, a silver-gray long sword broke through the air and swept away the two ice-carved swords with full power.

It was Russell who acted in time to save Charles.

"Thank you, sir!" Charles broke out in a cold sweat.

"Follow me!" Russell had no expression on his face, and his mind was still immersed in the shock of Eric beheading the big snow ghost with a sword just now.

The sword light with both power and beauty, the unstoppable fighting spirit, has a kind of primitive impact that makes people's blood boil.

"Got it!" The knight's squire John bent down and stretched out his hand.

Charles quickly reached out and grabbed John's hand, and with a push, he turned over and rode on John's warhorse, and followed the knight team to rush out of the snow ghost encirclement.

After leaving the encirclement, Charles quickly jumped off the warhorse.

Eric reorganized the team, and the seven riders became six riders, but the charging formation did not change. He took a breath and rushed towards the roaring snow ghost again.

The headless body of the big snow ghost that was beheaded did not fall down, but just stood there with its teeth and claws, and the ice-carved mace was waving at the air.

"Charge!"

Russell withdrew his shocked thoughts and followed Eric to drill through the snow ghost group again. The fighting spirit in his meridians was boiling, but the stock was decreasing little by little.

"Can we fight again, sir?" Eric turned around and asked while the team was resting.

Russell gritted his teeth: "I can still do it!"

Hearing this, Eric raised his knight's sword and roared again: "Charge!"

On the other side, Knight Captain Chris, riding on the Nightmare Ghost Horse, smiled and admired the battle of the knight squad. He just roamed the battle on the side and did not intervene in the attack of the knight squad.

However, seeing the headless body of the big snow ghost still dancing, he rode the Nightmare Ghost Horse and quietly approached the body of the big snow ghost.

Swish!

He drew out his sword, and it was almost impossible to see how he attacked. Two crescent-shaped sword beams shot out and cut off the arms of the big snow ghost.

Then the sword turned a circle, and two more crescent-shaped sword beams flew out, cutting off the legs of the big snow ghost.

Clang, the body of the big snow ghost fell to the ground, but its arms and legs were still moving. The head in the mud in the distance, the mouth exposed outside, was still opening and closing silently, but without the vocal cords, it could not make any sound.

"Alas, I have died once and I have to die again... This damn snow demon tortures people like this." With a sigh, Chris touched the neck of the nightmare ghost horse.

They were in tune with each other.

The nightmare ghost horse immediately raised its front hooves high, then trampled heavily, and directly crushed the head of the big snow ghost.

In an instant, the torso, hands, and legs of the big snow ghost seemed to have lost all their strength and became completely quiet.

Then.

It was as if the frozen time was running again. The body of the big snow ghost's head, as well as the torso, hands and feet, decayed at a speed visible to the naked eye until they became a pool of smelly powder.

Fanning the stench in front of his nose, Chris stretched out his long sword and picked out a snow-white marble-sized ice bead from the mud puddle.

The fighting spirit attached to the tip of the sword, sticking to the ice bead as if it was sticky, and simply rinsed it in another puddle.

Then he took it back in his hand.

"Yes, it has a good glossiness. It is a top-grade ice hail bead." Chris pinched the ice bead with his fingers and sighed casually, "You must have been a great knight when you were alive, otherwise you would not have been able to condense such a top-grade ice hail bead."

A quarter of an hour later, the hunt was over.

Without relying on the power of Knight Commander Chris, the fantasy beast knight, Russell, Eric and others worked together to perfectly solve the invasion of the snow ghost.

The four knights smashed the heads of the headless corpses.

Only by smashing the heads can the power of ice dissipate and the snow ghosts transformed from the corpses return to the silence after death.

What was left were only tiny ice hail beads.

"Eleven ice hail beads, all taken back, sir." Charles happily held a handful of snow-white ice beads and presented them to Russell, and whispered, "As for the ice hail beads of the big snow ghost, um, they are not here."

"Hmm." Russell waved his hand and didn't take the ice hail beads.

He just wanted to take a deep breath now. It was his first time to participate in a battle and hunt snow ghosts. Everything happened so suddenly, but it was so refreshing.

Now, there was not a drop of fighting spirit left in his body.

Sweat soaked his whole body. The lining of the dark gold ceramic armor was full of hot sweat, which was more comfortable than a sauna.

"Your performance was very outstanding, Master Russell." Chris came over and threw the top-grade ice hail beads to Charles. "One big snow ghost, eleven snow ghosts, it can be called a brilliant victory."

Eric panted on the side and didn't respond. He was good at fighting, but he didn't know how to flatter each other after the battle.

Russell panted and laughed, "Without you, how dare we charge with all our strength... By the way, Mr. Charles, return the ice hail beads of the big snow ghost. This is the spoils that Knight Commander Chris deserves."

"No, I didn't do anything. This is your spoils, not mine." Chris refused to accept it.

Russell didn't force it.

After catching his breath, he laughed and said, "Let's go, Mr. Chris, everyone, follow me back to the manor for lunch."

He put the green ceramic sword back into the scabbard and said loudly, "Today, we will drink from noon to night, and we won't stop until we are drunk!"

"Praise Russell, praise your majesty!" Charles, who lost his warhorse and spent most of the rest of the time paddling, cheered.

After tidying up, everyone prepared to return.

Russell suddenly reined in his warhorse and looked back at the battlefield. The traces of the snow ghost were only a little smelly powder, and the smell was slowly dissipating with the wind.

In a few days, even the powder may be integrated into the earth.

"Teacher Charles, please arrange for someone to erect a stone tablet here... not to record our battle here, but to commemorate the return of the twelve humans."

Charles was stunned for a moment, then responded solemnly: "Yes, sir."