I Want To Be a Nobleman

The Frost Giant seemed to have exhausted all his strength, and the wooden stick tore through the air, as if Mount Tai was pressing down on him. Harold swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and quickly swung his legs and jumped backwards.

Boom, the huge force shattered the thick ice, and the surrounding ground began to tremble. Harold started to retreat as early as the opponent was receding and accumulating strength, narrowly dodging the attack of the frost giant.

"It's now! Ahhhhh!" Harold took a deep breath, and then shouted to encourage himself to charge forward. The Frost Giant's strong physique also paused a little because of the heavy blow just now, and the wooden stick smashed into the ice. Layers did not lift immediately.

The blood flowed again, and his whole body was boiling. At this moment, Harold felt hot all over his body, and he had endless strength. With a click, Harold got up and jumped onto the huge wooden stick, and then adjusted his body slightly to walk along the wooden stick. Stick charge.

"Oh oh oh oh!" The frost giant pulled out the wooden stick stuck in the ice layer, bringing out a large amount of ice slag and snowflakes. Harold covered his head with one hand and clenched it tightly with the other. Tighten the weapon in your hand.

The agility of more than 60 points allowed him to keep his balance and charge forward even when the wooden stick under his feet was shaking violently. When he got close, the Frost Giant raised his arms in order to pull out the wooden stick. At this time, Harold rushed to the end of the wooden stick .

"Ah oh oh oh!" The deafening roar of the frost giant made Harold almost deaf in both ears, and his head was a little dizzy. There was only one chance, and if he failed, he would be smashed into a pulp. Harold jumped with all his strength, Jump onto the shoulder of the frost giant and continue jumping.

"I see, it's this scar! Go to hell, monster!" Harold didn't stop after stepping on the frost giant's head. He threw his legs forward with force, grasped the sword tightly with both hands, and bent his body backwards. Then he plunged down, using all the strength of his body to stab deeply into the Frost Giant's head.

"Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh!"

The Frost Giant's body began to tremble violently, and this piercing carpal pain made the Frost Giant unforgettable for the rest of his life.

"Awww! Ahhh!"

While the Frost Giant shook its head indiscriminately, a pair of big hands slapped itself on the top of his head. Harold was energetic and prepared this time, and managed to hold the sword tightly without being thrown away. However, facing two big slaps, he still Can only abandon the sword to dodge.

In his dream, Harold didn't have the bloodline ability controlled by gravity, and he didn't dare to jump directly from high altitude. Even if he didn't fall to his death, only his legs were injured, which would be fatal to him now that he had to rely on agility to fight.

Harold chose to slide down the back of the Frost Giant, and after sliding down a body, he grabbed the clothes made of crude animal fur. At this time, Harold grabbed the back of the Frost Giant and avoided it perfectly. The frost giant's palms were clapped and feet trampled.

Normally, the Frost Giant would be able to squeeze Harold on his back into a meatloaf just by moving his hands, but now the Frost Giant, who is so painful that he lost his mind, can't even feel other touches. Not noticeable at all.

Instead of relieving his pain, the frost giant's big hand aggravated the wound. The 1.5-meter-long broadsword broke and the hilt was crushed into pieces, but the blade was completely smashed into the frost giant's brain.

No matter how resistant the musculoskeletal and skin fat are, the tissues and organs in the brain must be soft and fragile. Even a weapon like "the best sword in the village" can easily cause serious injuries.

Plop, the Frost Giant wanted to rub his forehead but didn't dare, wanted to beat something hard to vent but couldn't find a target, the pain on the top of his head made him kneel on the ground and punch the ice surface.

Without any hesitation, Harold continued to climb up the forehead, rushed towards the huge wound, and stabbed deeply with one hand into the skull that had been mixed with brain and blood, and firmly grasped the broken blade to start Stir randomly.

The Frost Giant began to roll on the ground, beating the ground with his fists and kicking his legs. Finally, he couldn't bear the pain and slapped his forehead hard. Harold escaped in time and rolled on the ground several times without looking back. escape.

He nearly smashed the frost giant's head into a pulp in just a few seconds, and if it wasn't dead, he was speechless.

The last slap of the Frost Giant was unsurprisingly slapped in the air again, and it slapped his own wound fiercely. Squeezed by a strong external force, the already broken skull was further shattered, half of his head almost burst open, and the Frost Giant began to live. last struggle.

Harold watched the battle from a distance, holding his body trembling. After the incomparably hot-blooded eruption just now, the heat of his body quickly began to dissipate, and the power brought by the hero water was also lost. The cold low temperature and the hero The side effects of the water began to eat away at his body.

The Frost Giant almost destroyed the tens of meters of ground around his body. Harold was glad that he didn't continue to hide behind. Looking at this posture, even if he got into his crotch, he would die.

Freezing to death is an extremely painful way to die, but Harold has nothing to do. He has lost feeling in his fingers, and the sweat that flowed from his body surface has begun to freeze. He has no way to move his body to keep warm.

"If you don't die, I will die. At any rate, please respect the half of your head that exploded. It's time to fall!"

Harold was exhausted by the tenacious vitality of the Frost Giant and almost collapsed. If this kind of monster didn't have such an exaggerated weakness on the top of its head, it would really hit it with its head. Even the sun scepter and the devil sword can be used. All the abilities are given out for nothing.

Finally, before Harold closed his eyes and fell asleep, the Frost Giant's struggle stopped. He lay on his back on the ground, his eyes widened unwillingly, and the blade inside his head still did not fall out. The weapon of pain hurts the enemy until the last moment.

The world in Harold's eyes slowly blurred, and then his body felt warm. When he opened his eyes again, it was already the real world. The wristband on his right hand conveyed a feeling of closeness, as if he was greeting his new owner.

"Oh, are you awake? It's not time yet. You can sleep for a while!" The sun priest said hello while adding firewood to the fire. The three divided into three groups to watch the night. part.

"No need, I can't sleep right now, you go to lie down, your health is the worst, take a good rest!"

Harold couldn't wait to try out the new ability. He didn't even want to sleep, so he rejected it without even thinking about it. The completely unsealed artifact, even if it wasn't as good as the Sun Scepter, was definitely not weak.

On the contrary, the Sun Scepter is too high-end, and it is difficult for Harold, who lacks strength, to master it. Maybe the effect of this wrist guard will be stronger. Marcus can compete with the legend with the flame orb, and he also has a chance!