The New Order of Azeroth

Shoulder armor, wrist guards, elbow pads, some parts with stronger armor protection were used by Morgan Ladimore. He deliberately attracted Miss Night Watchman Commander to attack these parts. To change the trick, rely on the armor to take the damage, and use a two-handed giant sword to slash with an indomitable posture.

Ms. Night Watchman Commander is very smart and has a lot of brains. She keeps learning the martial arts honed by the opponent on the battlefield, but she still can't stand it.

The other party is an undead, with unlimited physical strength, she can't do it, her skills are improving, but her physical strength is exhausted rapidly, and women are inherently deficient in physical strength, which makes her seem to be defeated.

Vanessa lightly stroked the muzzle, what a solution, you don't have to, you have to fight TM!

She knew that many people's eyes were staring at her secretly. After all, this was a world dominated by extraordinary beings. Humans, dwarves, even races such as orcs, night elves, and blood elves were like this. Only the strong would have the right to speak. Only then will they become leaders, not like goblins, rich people occupy leadership positions.

The general environment is like this, unless she is going to mix with goblins, she must have a good record.

She pulled out her saber and walked forward slowly.

"Miss Althea, let me come."

"it is good."

Replacing Miss Night Watchman 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. Simple, efficient, with the least effort to cause the greatest damage.

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

She nodded to show that she heard it.

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 fighter, not a paladin, and she doesn't care about honor very much. Man, she cares about the town.

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

"This is Daelin Proudmoore's saber, today you will end up under this knife!" Vanessa threw away the distracting thoughts in her mind and concentrated on the battle in front of her.

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

"After you die, I will hand over your sword to your daughter, and let her continue to walk the path you have not finished." Vanessa adjusted her focus and put herself into an attack state.

"......thanks."

Accompanied by the thank you came a powerful slash.

Vanessa is completely different from Miss Commander. She has no intention of parrying at all. She taps her toes lightly and dodges very elegantly when there is no time to go. .

A layer of faint hoarfrost wrapped Morgan Ladimore. This magical frost was not the same as the coldness of the undead. As a supernatural product, the undead had a certain resistance to magic, but it was far from being immune. .

Vanessa could feel the opponent's speed drop slightly.

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

The weakness of the undead is the soul fire in the head. The human skull is very hard, and some sharp objects are difficult to penetrate. Those who want to punch eyes and noses are masters. Ordinary soldiers face a large number of undead, and the best weapon to use is a hammer!

Vanessa didn't need a hammer, she was already a little master now, and the dagger directly pierced the undead warrior's eye sockets glowing with blue light.

The opponent hurriedly drew back and backed up. At the same time, he exerted force on his waist and legs, swung his sword with both hands, and cut across the front with his sword.

Vanessa immediately turned her real move into a false move. 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 bit.

Seeing that the opponent could be slowed down, Vanessa was finally 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 had retreated more than ten meters.

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

In the next second, Morgan Ladimore was entangled in a blizzard flying all over the sky.

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

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

The opponent could only protect the vitals of the head, and the armor on his body was riddled with holes.

The whole magic lasted for six seconds. Vanessa had flames attached to the dagger in her right hand, ice in one hand and flames in the other. Relying on the equipment, she was fast and forcibly crushed the opponent.

"Die!" Her flames do a lot of damage to the equipment~www.readwn.com~ The quality of the Demon Strike is extremely high, and the Blackstone tribe that created the Demon Strike is the race that is best at forging among the orcs, but this dagger is only resistant to high temperatures , is not immune to flames, if it lasts too long, it will also cause damage to the weapon. She didn't dare to waste time, and directly broke out at her fastest speed, like a gust of wind, repeatedly stabbing Morgan Ladimore's back, left, and right hit.

"End!" With her soft shout, the dagger cut off the opponent's right hand holding the sword, and then the saber drew an arc, piercing the eye socket of the undead at a very clever angle, which represents the driving force of the undead. The fire struggled violently for two seconds, then went out unwillingly.

"I can rest in peace...Thanks..." The tall undead warrior lost his body's driving force and fell to the ground with a crash.

No last words, no memories, just died like this. Vanessa looked down at the corpse. From her point of view, all the holy light of Morgan Ladimore had been transformed into negative energy, or necromantic energy. If buried, it would take ten days and a half months. Negative energy re-gathered, this person can probably stand up again, when the time comes, do it again? That would be disgusting.

A small ball of flames was shot out with a flick of the hand, and the corpse that had lost its vitality was burned by the flames, and it burned up in less than three minutes, leaving only a small ball of ashes in the end.

Vanessa sheathed her knife. She saw a little girl kneeling on the ground in the distance, crying silently. She knew that it was the daughter of Morgan Ladimore who was still alive. It was because of this daughter that the undead Only then did the soldiers regain a certain degree of clarity, and did not massacre ordinary militiamen.

Miss Night Watchman Commander didn't speak, she handed the undead warrior's two-handed sword to the little girl who was still crying silently, and patted her on the shoulder to show her support.