Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 37 Mage Tower ([-]) [Ask for tickets! 】

Cyril took a deep breath, and raised the awkward shield slightly.

The development of the matter far exceeded his expectations. Perhaps the script of high-level mages colluding with the undead is much better than what is being staged in front of him now.

"Shards of the Corrupted Orb..."

In addition to the special effect of "plague", the most intuitive improvement for the wearer of the legendary rank item Corruption Orb is the addition of the attribute panel.As for how much attribute bonus it can bring... It may need more than [-] personal level bonus points, plus the corresponding career growth.

In other words, it is completely unreasonable for an ordinary knight to become a great knight at the top all of a sudden. The treasure of the legendary rank is only in the attribute bonus.

Even if the piece on Mom Morris's body was just a fragment of the legendary rank corrupted orb, and the emaciated camel was bigger than a horse, it is conservatively estimated that it is of the "epic" rank.

And what is the level of epic-grade equipment... Cyril remembered that in his previous life, when his personal level was ninety, he only had a suit of epics of varying quality.The equipment on his body now is only about a "high-quality" rated silver blade knight's sword and cross vulture knight's shield, which are better than Fan Tie.

"A necromancer with four rings plus an epic fragment of a corrupted orb...it's troublesome."

What can the shards of the Orb of Corruption bring to Maurice?Stronger Bones?The power of terror?A poisonous cloud that spreads automatically?Or apply debuffs such as weakness and weakness to the opponent?

Cyril was frantically thinking about the consequences of approaching the necromancer rashly at this time. Considering his pitiful personal level of only three, he might not be able to withstand even a single burst of power from the corrupted orb. .

He should be thankful that the "Shard Protector" just now was just a simple overflow of magic power, without the effect of corrupting orbs, otherwise he would not be as simple as "almost falling" at this time.

The short "fusion" time between the Necromancer and the Corrupted Orb seemed to be fleeting. The bone arm that was removed by Cyril just now was picked up again by Mom Morris. Take a shot of the position, and pick it up again.

The face of bones looked even more ferocious under the alternation of the green light from the corrupted orb and the blue light from the soul fire. This time, it even threw down the previously broken staff, and just pointed at Cyril's body. before the ladder.

Cyril suddenly felt creepy. He subconsciously sensed what Morris was going to do to him, and hurriedly put the shield in front of him.And Morris's rampant and ugly laughter immediately echoed in the tower, and it was extremely sad in the wind leaking in from the damaged outer wall:

"Ivor, do you think you can fight against me now? Do you think your swordsmanship can tear apart my sea of ​​fog again?"

Amidst its exaggerated laughter, the black mist is like a huge wave at high tide, spreading out circle after circle, and in the blink of an eye, there is darkness everywhere, and in this fog of war, Morris' voice more ubiquitous--

"Originally, I thought I would only have a few necromancer's servants to take care of my sea of ​​undead in the future, but I am very—very happy that you can come, and I will turn you into my most loyal Knight, I'll give you a name, it's called 'Killing Flower', why—"

Before it finished speaking, a figure suddenly rushed out of the black mist below. The narrow stairs made it too late to dodge, so it could only let out a piercing scream. Bone's fingers had to be pointed out, and a ball of fire shot straight at it. By.

But the fireball with the power of the second ring was useless to him at all. It hit an unknown black object with a "snap" and then disappeared. Immediately afterwards, the black object was covered with huge force and hit Morris's breastbone—— —

"Old man, your naming level is too bad!"

It was only then that it realized that what was pressing on its chest was actually a shield, and this time the young elf knight was simply pushing up against the shield, completely focusing the force of the charge on the Crusader Knight's shield.

But what about his sword?What about his dazzling swordsmanship, his proud swordsmanship?

It glanced at the half-elf's calm face from the corner of his eye, followed by the basically unprotected clothes up to his waist - without any infusion of magic power, his long sword hung dimly at his waist, and even a little bit was about to be killed by his master. No sign of pulling out.

It tried to reach out to grab the stone wall on one side, but apparently the fragments of the corrupted orb didn't strengthen its power to the level of a freak, and its bony fingertips made ugly scratches on the stone wall without any force, but It doesn't help.

Suddenly, it felt that its hand, which was trying to pull the stone wall, fell into the void.The necromancer was startled, and immediately realized where the knight had pushed himself——

It was the shattered stone wall left by his confrontation with the previous four-ring mage of the fire department, where the howling cold wind was constantly blowing in, blowing away the mist around it!

He wants to push me down!
The moment this thought rose from Morris's mind, it immediately struggled frantically, grasping the edge of the stone wall with both hands, but the impact on his chest happened to dissipate at this moment——

The charge effect is over!

Morris was overjoyed. It was about to take the opportunity to stand firm, but the elf knight in front of him seemed to have expected this to happen. The sword, a short and bright silver light flashed from the other hand, and pierced into the bone gap in its chest in an instant, making a crisp "ding" sound.

"Are you a fool? Stupid knight, do you think you can stab my heart?" Morris opened his jaw and made an ugly sound, but in the next second he felt the hand turning continuously in his body Two or three times, followed by a quick withdrawal, as if knowing that the attack failed this time, and retreating despite the difficulties——

"what did you do to me?"

It looked at the knight in front of it, but saw that the other party shook his head without saying a word.It was still in doubt, and suddenly discovered in horror that the fog of war around it that was blown away by the wind, but should still be forming, had completely stopped growing, and the power brought by the necklace in its body had also disappeared!

"you!"

The soul fire in its eye sockets was trembling wildly, before it could say anything more, it saw the elf knight raised his leg and kicked hard towards its chest.Having lost that strength, it could no longer hold on, screaming and being kicked out of the broken tower by him, and fell towards the tower——

Cyril probed and looked outside. From a height, the human head below looked like a small ant.The people gathered under the tower have been driven to the edge of the academy, the tower is empty, and there will be no accidental injury caused by high-altitude parabolic objects.

It wasn't until there was a long shattering sound that he retracted into the tower, touched the string of things wrapped around the broken sword, and put it back into his pocket.

Tari is the anxious voice of the girl:

"Mr. Wei, are you all right, Mr. Wei?"

He waved his hand, and just about to return the other party's smile, his body trembled suddenly, and a stream of blood flowed out from his mouth.The mind gradually became dizzy, and the eyes began to darken——

In the fog of war, poisonous!
Before Cyril could even curse, he lost consciousness and fell straight down from the middle of the spiral staircase.

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