<strong>Chapter 1720: Chapter 1720: Hairpin</strong>
“Who!”
The Undead Army leader, who was initially smug andcent, suddenly had a slight change in expression!
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Taking advantage of the gap, Otniel Harsh smashed his spear down!
Directly forcing it open!
And then!
He quickly galloped beside Grace River.
“Prepare to engage the enemy! Let this ignorant group see the consequences of blocking my Undead Tribe!” The leader of the Undead Tribe turned back, nced at the warrior nailed to the tree trunk, and couldn’t help but frown slightly.
This power is no ordinary thing!
But at the sight of thoseing down from the hillside, there were only a few dozen, just half their number.
Sr Smith, a sub-leader of the Undead Tribe, immediately regained his confidence.
“Kill!”
With hismand, half of the undead charged towards the Wolf Cavalry like maniacs!
A distance of 500 meters, almost in the blink of an eye, the two groups collided!
Wilmer Percival’s long de whirled!
Silver lights cutting through the air!
In an instant!
The heads of three undead were chopped off!
The warhorse raised its front hooves high and stomped down hard!
Crack!
Three skulls shattered to pieces!
The mor of battle cries gradually ceased.
The Undead Tribe cavalry, all fell to the ground, their heads severed.
Yet, not a single soldier of the Wolf Cavalry was wounded.
These people are the elite Wolf Cavalry!
The Undead Tribe relied merely on their undying bodies!
Combat power is not very strong.
But now…
Those headless bodies remained motionless.
And the heads that had been chopped off slowly rolled towards their bodies.
Crack!
Wolf Cavalry horses almost simultaneously raised their hooves!
Then stomped down!
Crushed like this, even recovery would take some time.
“Who are you!”
Sr Smith’s eyes widened, showing such panic for the first time.
Although the Undead Tribe is said to be immortal, all it means is that their bodily functions undergo mutations, giving them an extraordinary self-healing ability!
Human aging, death from sickness, is essentially due to cell aging.
And the cells in these undead can divide very rapidly.
To achieve an almost immortal effect.
Yet precisely because of this, theyck the ability to reproduce.
To create an undead, only a few people can achieve it by merging their blood into the other’s body.
Sr Smith was not from Swimming City, he had been hidden amongst humans for a thousand years.
This time, upon hearing the Undead Tribe had re-emerged, he came all the way to Boulevard.
In thousands of years, he constantly practiced martial arts, aside from his undead identity, he had also long be a Great Grandmaster.
But at the moment.
He was somewhat fearful.
Where did this cavalrye from out of nowhere, and who sent them?
When they came, Han Caldwell insisted confidently that no other forces would interfere.
But the only response he got was Wilmer Percival slowly raising his steel de!
Its sharpness exposed!
“Big brother, what should we do?” The members of the Undead Tribe became apprehensive upon seeing the steel de!
Dammit!
Though they were not dead, getting their heads crushed, it wouldn’t be easy to recover!
“Friends from afar, can we talk?” Sr Smith was not a fool. Seeing the situation turning against him, he wanted to understand the opposing side better.
These are not people with good intentions!
“Kill!”
At this moment, Otniel Harsh charged directly into the fray!
Seize the chance when they’re down, and take their lives!
This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!
He thrust his spear upward!
Ahead flew the head of an Undead Tribe cavalry!
Pah!
In the air!
Otniel Harsh fiercely smashed with his spear, directly shattering the head!
He saw it clearly.
Even if they can’t be killed, they can be disgusted!
By the time the heads are reformed, they might have long departed.
Otniel Harsh led the charge, and the rest of the imperial soldiers followed in session!
Enemies in front and behind, Sr Smith was truly frightened!
“Can we talk?” He shouted at Wilmer Percival!
But the response was the long knife cutting down like a sh of lightning!
Bam
A loud crash!
The two des collided!
The immense impact force directly sent Sr Smith flying over a dozen meters away!
He staggered andnded on the ground!
And with thebined forces of the Wolf Cavalry and imperial soldiers, it only took a few minutes to decapitate the Undead Tribe warriors and crush their heads.
A cooked duck was really about to fly away.
The situation took a sharp turn, and Sr Smith was drenched in sweat.
“Come.”
Wilmer Percival dismounted, holding his long de at his right hand, he approached step by step.
“I warn you! The big shots behind me are not to be trifled with! Today, if you cooperate with me and kill that woman, I might put in a good word for you with my master, otherwise…”
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Wilmer Percival silently cut down a blow!
Crash!
Sr Smith was once again sent flying, his face full of horror.
“Do you know who is behind me?” Wilmer Percival spoke for the first time.
“Who!”
Sr Smith was eager to know the answer.
He wanted to know who was so oblivious, ruining his ns!
“You are not worthy.” Wilmer Percival’s lips slightly curled upward, raising his de with both hands!
In an instant!
Gale blew fiercely!
Blizzards filled the air!
For those unaware, they might have thought a tornado had swept through!
“Is this… the de Saint?” Otniel Harsh, riding on his warhorse, was dumbfounded!
He stood a hundred meters from Wilmer Percival, yet the cold wind cutting across his face felt like a de!
Pain!
Many imperial guards couldn’t bear it and dismounted one after another, squatting on the ground.
The warhorses neighed!
The soldiers wailed!
And Sr Smith, in the center of the storm, felt even more excruciating pain!
The undead are immortal!
But their sensitivity to pain is exceptionally acute!
Cells are too developed, so nerves are countless times more sensitive than ordinary people!
Now he was suffering the pain of ten thousand des attacking his heart!
“If you dare kill me, the people behind me will not let you go!” Sr Smith, like mad, wielded the long de in his hand, charged through the fierce wind and snow!
Ran wildly towards Wilmer Percival!
“Go die!”
In just a few meters, two steps away!
He raised his de!
Cut down!
Crack!
But at this moment!
The de in Sr Smith’s hand turned into powder!
Dispersed in the wind!
And Sr Smith himself, was torn apart!
Shattered by the de’s light!
Bam!
A loud explosion.
Instantly burst open!
Wilmer Percival sheathed his de.
The wind calmed down.
But Sr Smith, seemed as if he never appeared.
Completely vanished.
The limits of the Undead Tribe’s recovery were, unfortunately, surpassed.
It was evident.
Wilmer Percival went beyond this limit.
Sheathing the long de.
He turned and stepped, walking to his horse.
“May I ask, sir…”
Otniel Harsh was about to speak when Wilmer Percival interrupted.
“Young man, use your brain when doing things. A strong body is just a tool.” Wilmer Percival finished coldly, leading the ck-armored Wolf Cavalry, disappearing into the snowstorm.
“So powerful.” Being the War God of the imperial bloodline, Otniel Harsh’s eyes were full of excitement.
“Let’s go.”
Watching Wilmer Percival’s receding figure, Grace River rolled down the window slightly and said softly.
“Thank you…”
She knew who these people were.
She was once a maid of Demarco Mount!
“Eliezer Pine, you ultimately could noty hands on the Wolf Cavalry.”
Grace River smiled happily.
She pulled out her hairpin.
This was personally ced on her head by the Holy One that night.
Within the hairpin, there was a mini tracker.
Unsurprisingly, these people would protect her throughout.
Until she returned to her royal city.
“Thank you.”
Grace River gazed at the hairpin, finally giving it a gentle kiss.
Her face was as radiant as spring.