Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 381 I just like the way you look at me and can't beat me to death
Thieves, assassins, or rogues—no matter what the name of this type of profession is, in each game, they can always form an indissoluble bond with mages.

The dagger pierced from the shadows behind, quietly tearing through the fragile barrier around the mage, which was undoubtedly destructive to the body that was not strong enough compared to the warrior.

In addition to the throwing stones and arrows thrown overwhelmingly on the battlefield, this is undoubtedly the existence that can most directly kill the high-ranking Faye.

Sneaking, jumping, backstabbing, backstabbing, such a set of combos that every rogue is familiar with, whether it is a PVP or PVE player, is even more pleasing to the eye when used by Cyril.

When he quietly stepped out of the shadows, neither the black-robed men guarding the mage nor the red-feathered eagles flying in the sky found him.He handed out the long sword just like that naturally, clearly and intuitively feeling the touch of the long sword penetrating through the flesh, feeling the magic power and elements pulsating around his body fell silent for an instant, and then let the body press along the sword body Leaning on him, even leaning back unnaturally, was barely noticed by the guards——

"There are thieves!"

Until such a scream sounded, the people in black robes finally showed some teamwork and discipline.They were staggered, and in a moment they surrounded the half-elf youth among the remaining seven of them.

The coldly shining long sword was aimed at Cyril, and he only took a glance to confirm the origin of the other party - the long swords in their hands were wider and longer than the La Rochelle standard long sword designed by combining the characteristics of the elf sword , the pattern on the gauntlet should be more complicated, even if it is not a nobleman's saber, it is full of incomparable arrogance and nobility.

Including their posture of cursing in a dialect that Cyril can't understand at this time, even if he stole the life of the only mage from under their noses just now, their eyes are full of arrogance——

O'St. Emma, ​​no doubt they were from O'St. Emma.

Cyril threw the mage's body aside, the nameless long sword in his hand was still dark and dull, but the mage's blood did not remain on it.He raised the long sword, raised it provocatively, then raised the middle finger of his free hand towards them, and said in pure common language:

"Only this few people? Not enough, I want to hit ten."

The moment his voice fell, the closest Ao Sheng Emma guard roared, and the long sword in his hand slashed towards Cyril.He saw where the long sword landed, and took half a step back steadily, the tip of the sword almost brushed against the tip of his nose.The guard immediately realized the short distance, but just when he was about to make up for it, the long sword in Cyril's hand was like a long stick, and it hit him with a "slap". The huge force on the sword actually made him unable to hold his own sword, and flew out of his hand.

And Cyril did not pursue, but stopped his movements, and followed the flying long sword exaggeratedly with his head until it fell—this was obviously a relatively small movement in a short period of time , but it was as ugly and ferocious as the wounds of a huge ax on the bodies of these Austrian St. Emmas.

Then he sneered:

"Ao St. Emma, ​​can't you even hold your own sword?"

The expressions on the faces of those Austrian Saint Emma guards who were about to make fun of their companion's long sword dropped their hands just now froze for a moment.

Immediately afterwards, the remaining long swords all swung towards Cyril, and the flickering sword light seemed to cut the half-elf boy into pieces.

It can be said that their attacks were swift and violent, but the moment Cyril entered the battle, he naturally opened the "Eye of Setanrio". The path of a long sword, if he wants, he can even take every long sword away slowly——

But at this moment, he didn't even raise his long sword, but just watched each sword fall and stepped back, with that mocking smile still on his face.It's fine if it's an ordinary person making such an expression, at most it will make people feel "unworthy of beating".But because of his extremely outstanding appearance, this smile was like adding fuel to the flames of the Austrian St. Emma, ​​who kept yelling "damn pig pigs" in dialect, and then swung even more forcefully. Shen's attack.

However, there is still no attack that can hurt Cyril. While retreating, the half-elf boy can feel the fatigue caused by the "Eye of Setanrio" leisurely, and estimate how long he can actually use it in actual combat , just like the attitude of "I just like the way you look at me and can't beat me to death".

And the more so, the more Cyril felt how powerful the skills trained by Setanrio's ring knights sacrificed many foreign objects.He simply walked around the group of Ao Sheng Emma's guards, just like attracting mobs without IQ in a game, without even having to make complicated movements.

He even added a sentence or two of "sarcasm" from time to time-this is not a simple insult, but a real knight's skill "sarcasm", which firmly controls the hatred of the guards on himself.

And without the mage's interference, Memphela, who easily dealt with the Red Feather Eagles, returned to Cyril's battlefield, completely dumbfounded—she knew that this young lord had the means to sneak in, but she didn't expect that he could He easily knocked down the mage in the crowd, let alone lead a group of people to run like this!
What is this, playing house, playing games?

She didn't even know whether she should shoot arrows at those big backs that were set for her, but when she came to her side, the lady guard who was holding a long sword was also a little at a loss, fearing that her shots would interfere with the lord game.

"Hey, what are you guys doing in a daze, why don't you hurry up and get rid of them?"

It wasn't until Cyril's voice sounded that the two realized it.At some point, Cyril had already slipped around with a group of Ost. Emma's guards, and returned to the two of them.

So Memphis drew his longbow, and the arrow pierced through the throat of the front guard like a shooting star.And Elena's figure was swift, and the fiery long sword slashed through the middle of the delirious guard's body.

Cyril's long sword that had been hanging down was finally raised at this moment, thousands of blue spots intertwined in the air, and finally turned into interlaced crosses, splitting the two guards away, and then he kicked a reckless The guard fell to the ground, hit the last man's jaw with an elbow, and threw the last sword.Pierce the back of the guard who fell to the ground.

After doing all this, he closed his eyes, took a few deep breaths, and relieved the soreness of his eyes:

"Eighteen minutes and 23 seconds, this is the time the Eye of Setanrio can last."

He whispered softly, then opened his eyes, and ordered:
"Take off all their equipment, and tie this man back to me!"

(End of this chapter)