At this time, the huge number of undead armies also showed their true role.
Catheric suddenly swung the giant hammer in his hand, and smashed it down on the dragon knights and their contracted partners below with tremendous force.
With a loud bang, these brave warriors and the giant dragons under their crotch were knocked 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.
Viewed from a distance, the originally majestic dragons now seemed to be covered with a pale coat.
Because their bodies are covered with skeletons.
These skeletons showed no fear of life or death. Some of them opened their teeth and bit the dragon's hard scales.
Some of them waved their crude weapons and continuously hit the dragon's vital parts; others even used their fragile heads to directly hit the dragon's body.
Each skeleton used all its strength to launch wave after wave of fierce attacks.
They are using 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 than them, they will still rush forward without hesitation and fight to the end until the last moment of their lives.
This tactic actually delayed the progress of these lower-level dragon knights.
After all, they had previously fought against people of the same level, size, and fighting style, and there were certain similarities in their battles.
This was the first time they had seen the fighting style of this group of undead, and it really caught them off guard.
Without the obstruction of the dragon knights, Catheric rushed away like a flash of lightning. His astonishing speed made the surrounding scenery blurred, 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 with great interest the performance of various armies on the battlefield below.
He nodded slightly and said softly:
"Well...from what we can see so far, everyone's performance is pretty good. It can be said that it barely meets my expectations."
Despite this, his eyes remained sharp and critical, not missing any details that might be problematic.
When he saw that Catheric was about to break through the defense line, Krober decisively gave the order:
"Harold, you've been yelling about wanting to fight every day. 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 Catheric quickly.
Krober stood in mid-air, silently assessing the battle situation.
He just wanted to take this opportunity to teach his soldiers a lesson, to make them understand that in this strange world full of unknowns and dangers, they might encounter powerful enemies at any time and anywhere.
Fortunately, the enemy attacking this time was not too strong and was still within the controllable range.
But if the enemy we encounter next time is much stronger than the current one, how should we deal with it then?
Therefore, this undead invasion actually gave Krober an opportunity to reorganize his troops.
Otherwise, he would just lead the dragon knight team to wipe out the area with a wave of dragon breath.
Undead Scourge?
joke!
How could so many undead souls survive under the dragon's breath?
Seeing Harold falling from the sky, Catheric's expression became solemn.
From the opponent's two-handed axe and his explosive muscles, Catheric could tell that he was a melee fighter who followed the power route just like him.
"Catheric Thorm, the sole chosen one of Lord Melkor, the God of the Dead, and a beginner in the Legendary Stage. I wonder who you are?"
Judging from the other party's aura, he should be the same as him, both at the legendary stage.
Harold frowned as he looked at the man in front of him. He was not the kind of person who would engage in formalities such as pre-war introductions.
But since the other party has asked, I have to reply, otherwise it will be very uncomfortable when fighting.
"My name is Harold, the king of the Orichalcum Kingdom. My strength should be at the early stage of 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.
"The Orichalcum Kingdom? Orichalcum? Orichalcum? I've never heard of that name. Perhaps it's a human kingdom in the area ruled by the dwarves."
Catheric had traveled in the world of Faerun for hundreds of years, had seen many countries, and met many people, but this was the first time he had heard the name of the Orichalcum Kingdom.
"Stop talking nonsense and 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 warmonger, Harold raised the extremely heavy two-handed axe in his hand without hesitation.
The axe was flashing with heavy earth-attributed fighting spirit, as if a ferocious beast was baring its fangs and waiting for its prey to come to it.
With a roar, Harold used all his strength to chop Catheric with his two-handed axe.
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 naturally refused to be outdone.
His eyes focused and he quickly raised his warhammer to meet the attack.
The warhammer was also an incredibly powerful weapon, crafted entirely from obsidian and engraved with special enchantments gifted by the Mind Flayers. With a resounding "bang," the axe and hammer collided violently in mid-air.
Sparks flew instantly, and the huge impact force caused the surrounding ground to tremble slightly.
The two men each took a few steps back before steadying themselves, but then rushed towards each other again, starting a more intense round of fighting.
The two sides fought back and forth, neither side gave in, and the battle entered a white-hot stage.
Catheric swung his warhammer, and each attack contained powerful force, which made Harold's palm numb.
Moreover, the mental enchantment on the warhammer caused Harold even deeper damage.
Harold knew his own weaknesses and shortcomings, so he no longer confronted Catheric head-on.
Instead, he relied on the weight and sharpness of the two-handed axe to continuously chop at the weak points in Catheric's defense, trying to find a flaw.
Suddenly, Catheric discovered a flaw in Harold. He rushed forward and smashed his hammer at Harold like lightning.
Harold dodged sideways, but the hammer still grazed his arm.
In an instant, Harold's arm became twisted.
However, Harold did not back down. He roared and attacked again.
But in the end, Harold gradually fell into a disadvantage and was defeated by Catheric.
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