He quickly rushed to the side of the bone horse. Under Matthew's surprised gaze, Death Knight 47 carried the bone horse on his shoulder and then brazenly charged towards the Withered Cult members on the other side of the street!
The bone horse looked at the Death Knight beneath it in confusion.
47 took out a one-handed greatsword and waved it around.
Wherever the giant sword went.
Several of the Withered Disciples were cut into two.
Just like that.
He carried the bone horse in his left hand and waved the giant sword in his right hand. In an instant, he wiped out the new batch of Withered Disciples who had gathered together!
Seeing this, Matthew quickly went over.
"Eh, aren't you a Death Knight?"
47 happily wiped the blood off his helmet.
"Yes, I am."
Matthew was surprised.
"Shouldn't a knight be riding a horse?"
47 replied,
