Chapter 524 Harold's Defeat

At this time, the huge number of undead armies also showed their true role.

I saw Keseric suddenly swung the giant hammer in his hand, carrying a huge force and smashing it hard at the dragon knights and their contracted partners below.

With a loud bang, these brave warriors and the dragons under their crotches were smashed to the ground together.

Seeing this, the skeleton army that had been waiting here for a long time swarmed up like a tide and quickly climbed onto the huge body of the dragon.

Looking from a distance, those originally majestic dragons now seemed to be covered with a layer of pale coat.

Because their bodies were densely covered with skeletons.

These skeletons were not afraid of life and death. Some of them opened their teeth and bit the hard scales of the dragon fiercely.

Some waved the simple weapons in their hands and kept hitting the vital parts of the dragon; others even directly hit the dragon's body with their fragile heads.

Each skeleton used all his strength to launch waves of fierce attacks.

They used almost all their strength to attack the enemy!

And this is the most terrifying thing about the undead.

They have no fear. Even when facing an enemy that is several times stronger, they will still rush forward without hesitation and fight to the end until the last moment of their lives.

This tactic actually delayed the pace of these lower-level dragon knights.

After all, they had fought with people of the same level, size, and fighting style before, and there were certain similarities in the battles.

And this group of undead’s fighting method was indeed the first time they had seen it, and it really caught them off guard.

Without the obstruction of the dragon knights, Catheric rushed away like a flash of lightning. His amazing speed made the surrounding scenery blurry, and he was about to break through the outer defense line of the camp.

At this time, in mid-air, Krober was leading a group of kings to watch the performance of various armies on the battlefield below with interest.

He nodded slightly and said softly:

"Well... From the current point of view, everyone's performance is pretty good, barely meeting my expectations."

Despite this, his eyes are still sharp and picky, not letting go of any details that may have problems.

When he saw that Kesslick was about to break through the defense line, Klober decisively gave an order:

"Harold, you always want to fight, now it's your turn! Go stop that guy for me!"

His voice was calm and firm, revealing an unquestionable majesty.

After receiving the order, Harold swooped down without hesitation, like a falcon swooping down on its prey, and rushed towards Kesslick quickly.

Klober stood in the air, silently evaluating the situation.

He just wanted to take this opportunity to teach these soldiers a good lesson, so that they would understand that in this strange world full of unknowns and dangers, they might encounter powerful enemies at any time and anywhere.

Fortunately, the enemy's strength this time was not too strong and was still within the controllable range.

But if the enemy encountered next time is much stronger than now, how should we deal with it then?

So, this invasion of the undead has brought Krober an opportunity to reorganize his troops.

Otherwise, he would have brought the dragon knight team to clean up the place with a wave of dragon breath.

Undead natural disaster?

Are you kidding!

How could so many undead survive under the dragon breath?

Seeing Harold falling from the sky, Kessler's expression became solemn.

From the two-handed axe and the exploding muscles on the other party, Kessler could see that the other party was a melee fighter who took the power route like him.

"The only chosen god of Lord Melkor, the god of the dead, the beginning of the legend, Kessler. Som, I wonder who you are?"

Judging from the other party's aura, it should be the same as him, both of them are in the legendary stage.

Harold frowned and looked at the man in front of him. He was not the kind of person who was particular and did not engage in false courtesy such as pre-war introductions.

But the other party asked, so he had to reply, otherwise it would be painful to fight.

"My name is Harold, the king of the Orichalcum Kingdom. My strength should be at the beginning of the legend."

When he killed the psychic commander No. 10 of the Mind Flayer clan, he also learned about his approximate strength from the other party.

"Orichalcum Kingdom? Orichalcum? Orichalcum? I haven't heard of this name. Maybe it's a human country in the area ruled by dwarves."

Catheric has traveled in the world of Faerun for hundreds of years. He has seen many countries and met many people, but this is the first time he has heard the name of the Orichalcum Kingdom.

"Stop talking nonsense, just start fighting!"

At this time, Harold no longer had the patience to continue dealing with the other party, and just wanted to solve the problem through fighting as soon as possible.

As an out-and-out warmongerer, Harold raised the extremely heavy two-handed axe in his hand without hesitation.

The axe flashed with heavy earth-attributed fighting spirit, as if a ferocious beast was baring its fangs and waiting for its prey to come to the door.

Accompanied by a roar, Harold used all his strength to chop the two-handed axe towards Catheric fiercely.

This blow was so powerful that even the air was torn apart wherever it passed, making a sharp whistling sound.

Faced with such a fierce offensive, Catheric was naturally not willing to be outdone.

His eyes condensed, and he quickly raised his war hammer to meet it.

The warhammer was also an extremely powerful weapon, made entirely of obsidian, and engraved with special enchantments given by the Mind Flayers.

With a loud bang, the axe and the hammer collided violently in the air.

Sparks flew in an instant, and the huge impact force caused the surrounding ground to tremble slightly.

The two men each took a few steps back to stabilize their bodies, but then rushed towards each other again, launching a more intense round of fighting.

The two sides fought back and forth, neither giving in, and the battle entered a white-hot stage.

Keseric swung the warhammer, and each attack contained powerful power, which made Harold's palm numb.

Moreover, the mental enchantment on the warhammer also brought Harold deeper damage.

Harold knew his own weaknesses and shortcomings, so he no longer fought head-on with Keseric.

Instead, relying on the weight and sharpness of the two-handed axe, he kept slashing at the weak points of Keseric's defense, trying to find flaws.

Suddenly, Catheric found a flaw in Harold, and he rushed forward, hammering at Harold like lightning.

Harold dodged sideways, but was still hit by the hammer on his arm.

In an instant, Harold's arm became twisted.

However, Harold did not retreat, he roared and attacked again.

But in the end, Harold gradually fell into a disadvantage and was defeated by Catheric.