Soldiers often have an inexplicable superstition about their intuition.

As a pure warrior, a legendary warrior who had crawled back from the River Styx several times, Kurth especially believed in his own intuition.

This direct feeling as if 'fate' was hitting him head-on had saved him from disaster several times.

Therefore, when Kusi saw the fine, seemingly vital frost emerging from the jackal's wound and spreading along the spine of his sword, he immediately kicked Hoz's chest, trying to

Pull out the broadsword stuck in the opponent's shoulder blade and stay away from the abnormal jackal.

His instinct as a warrior prevents him from giving up his weapons easily.

Giving up weapons on the battlefield is equivalent to giving up your life.

But this instinct caused him to lose his best chance to escape.

The strength of this jackal was simply astonishing, and the sudden frost gave him a fucking feeling that he couldn't extricate himself from after being beaten for a while.

Even if Ichijo has inhuman strength comparable to that of a giant monster before he even enters the legend, does this guy still have the ability to cast spells?

At that moment, Marshal Kusi, the only one among the top brass of the Arcane Brotherhood who couldn't cast spells, felt a little bitter.

Almost at the moment he stepped out, he seemed to hear a sigh coming from the mouth of the jackal, like a wisp of wind in the winter, with the two as the center, freezing everything within a few dozen feet.

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The crystal frost covered the cold sword spine, his strong arms, his tall and majestic body, and his originally colorful vision almost in the blink of an eye.

It's like everything you see blooms with ice crystal flowers.

The two warriors fighting for life and death seemed to have turned into a solemn ice sculpture. The jackal kneeling on one knee had a smile of sudden satisfaction on his lips, and the shock and disbelief in the eyes of the legendary warrior when he was killed seemed to stay at that moment.

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It was as if he had actually been shot in the face by the silver dragon's frost breath.

"Thank u."

His vision fell into a blanket of snowy white, and he seemed to hear a thank you from the jackal:

"Thank you for giving me the opportunity to fight like a warrior in this situation, allowing me to finally see a little bit of the way forward while risking everything for the third time in my life.

“Have you ever had that feeling of despair that you’ve tried your best, but you’re still being ruthlessly crushed by fate?

'What on earth is this Gnoll talking about?'

The sudden ice freeze made Marshal Kusi's head feel stagnant for a moment.

"I was once the hope of the entire pack of wolves, and like many brothers, I fought in the Underdark under the command of a black dragon.

"We jackals are actually not afraid of death. Sometimes death is more like a kind of relief.

"What we are afraid of is living but never seeing hope.

“Every time I embark on a journey with the awareness that I will die, when I return, I find that my mate’s milk sacs are shriveled and the cubs in the group are still hungry.

"Grown-up jackals continue to die in meaningless battles like this. Sometimes they encounter hunting targets that are more difficult to chew. It may be normal for several jackals in their prime to die.

"We are like weeds in a wasteland. Maybe when a gust of wind comes, we will fall.

"Now, I finally understand that sometimes, choices are really more important than working hard or even risking your life.

"And I made the wisest choice back then.

"Now that I'm on the road destined to glory, what should I be hesitating about?

"My great and generous master has given me the best gift, a body like a dragon and the power from the winter.

"In this case, why should I ask for wisdom or magic?

"I am a dragon-blooded jackal warrior who received a gift from the silver dragon. As long as I don't torture myself to death, I am destined to become stronger!

"So, isn't it okay to be reckless?"

The frozen Kusi actually felt that the jackal's words had reached his heart.

Yes, choice is really important sometimes. If you choose correctly, you will get twice the result with half the effort. If you choose wrong, everything will be in vain.

If it hadn't been for the support of the president back then, I'm afraid he would still be just a pirate making a living at sea.

Damn it! What’s going on in my head!

It will be really troublesome if we are dragged on like this!

Sensing the murderous intent from the gnoll, Kusi's heart beat wildly like a pump, sending hot blood to his numb body.

Fine cracks began to spread on the two ice sculptures.

"For the president!"

"Zelandia!!!"

Bang!

The ice suddenly exploded.

It's like frozen time and space has resumed its flow.

Poof!

Kusi kicked the jackal leader in the chest, and the two-handed broadsword he tore out from the opponent's shoulders brought out thousands of crystal blood drops.

Hotz also bit into Kurth's wrist, tearing off half of Marshal Luskan's right palm.

The two of them let out a painful roar at the same time, and then separated.

The Jackal was almost embedded in the stone wall by the terrifying explosive power of the legendary warrior. The silver hair on most of his body was almost dyed blood. The huge gap on his shoulder could even be seen with his still squirming internal organs.

But even after suffering such a near-fatal injury, the jackal still grinned, coughing blood while staring at the opponent and smiling wantonly:

"Cough cough! Hahahahaha cough cough, I did it, I, Hotz, finally did it cough cough."

It was as if he had accomplished something that he could brag about to his good brothers and colleagues when he returned to his territory, but he didn't care about his own life or death at all.

"Made, what a madman!"

The legendary warrior from Luskan also stumbled back two steps uncomfortably. Although he did not suffer any serious injuries, neither the loss of half of his hand nor the dilemma of being put in this dilemma by a jackal who was not yet a legend.

It no longer hurts his nerves.

Reason was telling him that he didn't need to care about the life or death of this 'beast' at all. The most important thing now was to organize his own people and quickly ignite the alchemy gunpowder in the cliff hill.

As long as the cliffs, hills and valleys are blown down and these Northern Allied forces are buried and blocked here, even if all the people he brought out this time are wiped out, it will still be their victory in Luskan!

etc!

This damn jackal was also the one who took the lead in burying the alchemical gunpowder! Could he have tampered with it too?

No! But he only has one person, and there are guards patrolling every day. Even if he does some tricks, he can't make all the arrangements go wrong.

Damn! In this case, the power of the explosion will probably not be enough!

Thinking of this, Kusi could no longer hold back the anger and murderous intent in his heart. He roared angrily and dragged the big sword in a big spin in the air, intending to chop it towards the head of the Gnoll Commander.

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There was a loud bang.

The top of the cave collapsed suddenly, and countless boulders rolled down. Kusi, who sensed the danger, immediately stopped and raised his broadsword in a defensive posture. Then he heard a sound:

"Need my help?"

"Of course! Old man."

The weak Hotz seemed to have expected the arrival of the other party, even if the other party might arrive a second later, he would be dead.

"Then let me blast you so hard! Aha!"

That was a new line that a certain red-robed mage copied from the lord's mouth recently.

Five blazing fireballs blasted in from above the hole.

The remaining ice in the cave melted immediately.

"Fisher, let me fuck you, uncle!!!"

After seeing the quantity and quality of the fireballs, the Gnoll Commander, who originally looked like he was willing to die at any time, immediately changed his expression and rolled towards the cave with his hands in front of his chest.

Marshal Kusi also showed an unwilling look. He held his sword in front of his chest and retreated backwards like a flexible ape. At his feet was a magical protection scroll that was broken by the wind.

There were several violent explosions in succession, causing the entire cave to collapse.

And a jackal with scorched hair all over his body jumped out from the cave entrance. The bleeding had stopped, but his whole body was filled with the flavor of northern barbecue.

But the figure of Marshal Luskan seemed to have disappeared.

"Fuck! One of the five marshals of Luskan! That's it? He can run faster than a woodchuck in the field!"

The runes on the head of the red-robed mage floating down from mid-air were more dazzling than the setting sun in the sky, and he was so majestic.

It was as if the legendary warrior was afraid of his great reputation and fled.

"I"

Hotz glanced speechlessly at the Priestess of the Moon, the legendary female dwarf and Lord Terry who were coming up behind Fisher. He no longer had the energy to accuse his old partner of being shameless.
To be continued...