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Oserweil fought carelessly.
After all, this was the Makala mountain region under the blockade of The Quad-Nations Covenant, and he was a fourth-level Paladin.
He had originally been wary of the warrior who, it was said, would never fall no matter what.
But now with the opponent absent, he was the ceiling of military power here.
The task Donald gave him was very simple:
Kill the Necromancer here, cleanse the evil.
Shake up the bumpkins of this neutral combat zone a bit and deter the opponents standing behind them, even the allies.
There was now an added bonus.
Twist the neck of that young noble.
Who let him speak to oneself so impudently?
He didn't find the helmeted man hiding his face particularly troublesome; he had the strength to suppress his opponent.
What's so hard about dealing with a warrior wielding a shield?
He wasn't a Gladiator from the Zanro Plateau.
Those people fought with cries and howls, summoning their ancestors on a whim.
