Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 132 Wind and Silver Sword
When he was sitting on the roof of the carriage, with just a few glances, he saw the whole picture of this group of people clearly——

Most of the team of more than a hundred people are old people, women and children, and there are not even a few young people in sight.However, there were only about twenty militiamen escorting so many people, and they were by no means elite. They were not as full of energy as the militiamen in Kate Town that Cyril had first met.

Oh--

Cyril understood. It turned out that the mayor of Cook discussed for half the night, and the conclusion he came to was to let the women and children leave the town with a pitiful number of guards, and the remaining strong men bravely guarded their homes?

But do you really understand what a "beast tide" is, what is a disaster for the entire hill, and what is a crisis?
An emotion called anger rushed into his heart uncontrollably in an instant, even though he thought he was well-preserved, after getting used to this already real game world, he should be able to be as indifferent as he is in the game , will no longer be casually surprised by the sudden boss, or shocked by Roderick's hair.

Just like how he felt in the game in 1447 when he took over the task of a lord who was hungry for "precious ingredients" and saw hungry people everywhere in his territory. I don't know why. Anger filled his chest—

Is it because they are so ignorant, hopelessly stupid?

Or because of his good intentions being trampled on at will?

He doesn't know, and it doesn't matter.He just jumped out of the carriage, looked coldly at the leading militiaman, and asked.

"Ah, this, this is the final decision made by the mayor. Everyone is unwilling to give up their hometown, so let..."

"enough."

The swordsman stared blankly at this young man with pointed ears striding forward. The story of such a "Master Elf" was already spreading in the militia last night. The seniors pointed out by my lord have already deeply admired the elves in their hearts.

But it was the first time he saw such a handsome and handsome young man with pointed ears coming towards him, and then stretched out his hand to push on his light armor - that seemingly thin arm had amazing strength, and he was actually pushed Backed away, nearly falling to the ground.

"Evans, prepare to attack."

The swordsman watched in a daze as the young man drew out his long sword after giving the order, and the silver light burst from the sword.An inexplicable wind passed by the side of the young man, and the crowd in front seemed to be pushed away by the wind, and they retreated one after another.

Immediately afterwards, the half-elf boy walked in front of everyone——

The wind howled, and the silver light on the sword did not diminish at all.

When Cyril was on the roof of the carriage, he could see clearly from the wind what the monsters blocking in front were.They are huge in size, their wings are covered with long and hard feathers, their sharp claws are nailed into the soil, and they are using their long, hairless bald necks to drive their big and ugly heads, pecking at the feathers bugs in.

There are more than 20 jungle carrion vultures, ferocious carrion birds of prey, lazy and unwilling to take the initiative to forage, and often choose to drive away other monsters after they have finished killing them, and enjoy the corpses themselves.

At this moment, their eyes were full of fierce red light, and they glanced at the crowd behind Cyril from time to time, as if tacitly acquiescing that their death was approaching, and they were waiting to enjoy it.

See, this is the result of Kate Town's decision.If they could send more guards ruthlessly, they would still be able to compete with the carrion vultures.

But in the current result, only the fleeing women and children were scared away by the jungle carrion vultures, then killed by other monsters, and then swallowed by these carrion vultures, and died on this piece of land not far from home——

They noticed the human who dared to come forward alone, his fair skin was full of youthful texture, the carrion vulture flapped its wings, and suddenly screamed loudly, and the unpleasant noise suddenly resounded in this space.

The women and children behind Cyril suddenly fell into panic again. They watched a few carrion vultures flapping their wings, their sharp claws imitating the walking posture of humans, and walking towards the boy step by step.The slender neck twisted back and forth, and the movements were full of ridicule and threat.

But Cyril didn't mean to stop, and even walked faster and faster. The only change was that he lowered his sword slightly by his side, dragging the tip of the sword to the ground, like a vulture who had been defeated in a duel with his long neck hanging down, bowing his head in surrender—

So the carrion vultures who came up were even more excited. Look, this human being with thin skin and tender flesh, he surrendered to us. Look, he took the initiative to be our food!

Suddenly, they vibrated their wings vigorously at the same time, and their huge bodies rose from the ground. The sharp claws shone with a metallic luster, and they roared towards Cyril!
"what!"

Screams came from the crowd, and many people closed their eyes, covering the child's sight with their hands.The militia had just been organized, and Evans and the others, who were rushing forward with their weapons drawn, shouted loudly, trying to drive back the group of carrion vultures, but it was too late——

They looked at the figure of the young man under the huge wings that were connected together, like a small mouse. The pitch-black feathers seemed to cover all the light, and it was like a dark sky that was about to descend on the world.

But Cyril stopped suddenly.

Cyril seemed to hear the people behind him shouting his name, but those voices were all diluted in the whirling wind.He lowered his eyes slightly, and took the sounds of the wind—the sound of flapping wings, the sound of fluttering wind, and the sound of wind that circled the long neck of the carrion vulture—all into his mind.

Then his thoughts flowed, and the magic power in the elemental pool in his body rushed out, intertwined with the winds, and all wrapped around his sword——

"Wind Blade—"

The silver light that seemed to dissipate just now as he lowered the sword shone like tomorrow at this moment.The gusts of wind flowed swiftly over the blade, like an extension of his arm.

He took a sudden step forward, as if swinging a violent sword with one hand, the knight's sword, which was only one meter long, seemed to be extended by several meters at this moment, and the astonishing momentum and gust of wind were released in an instant And then, those carrion vultures that rushed down seemed to be stagnant in the air!
Immediately afterwards, a bright silver arc flashed across the air——

"Crack-!"

Amidst the ear-piercing crashing and breaking sounds, the silver sword light dissipated.

And that huge black net was shattered in the wind.

The young half-elf knight held his sword in one hand and clutched his right arm with the other.

In front of him, those carrion vultures that were still invincible just now fell from the sky, and their hard wings, together with their long necks, were cut off from the middle.

Maroon blood flowed all over the ground, and the huge heads rolled on the ground, the red light had not yet receded, and the huge eye sockets were filled with unwillingness——

Cyril straightened up and looked at the long sword in his hand that was still shining with silver light. He didn't know how his sword cut through the wings and long necks of those carrion vultures at that moment, and chopped them off.

Is this swordsmanship?It seems to be a bit like those two-handed sword moves, such as roundabouts, but it's not quite the same.

On the contrary, it's more like... the slashing of an ax and spear?But aren't axes and guns all hacking?

He couldn't tell what move he was using just now, but the people behind him had already burst into appalling cheers.And the frightened group of carrion vultures flapped their wings frantically and flew up, as if they wanted to escape from this place.

But where would Cyril let them escape?Those scattered winds intertwined again, and in an instant, four huge wind hammers formed in the air, and they smashed down as his long sword fell, knocking those carrion vultures that had just flown to the ground again .

"What are you still doing in a daze, get on!"

He shouted to the rear, and then holding the long sword, Evans and others followed closely behind, rushing into the group of carrion vultures that were smashed down.

　Calvin's Calvin's Calvin's.

　　It's late, it's late, it's late.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)