Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 446 Occupation, Wind Rider, Fight To Death

He stood in the noisy wind, felt the flow of air in it, and only needed to flick his fingers lightly, he could pick out a veil-like wind from it and make it wrap around his fingertips.

In such an environment, he felt that he could easily cast the meteor hammer a hundred times in a row-even mages of the same level did not have this level of magic power.

But what appeared in Cyril's mind at this moment was not the scene of overlapping cyan hammers falling from the sky.

In a daze, he seemed to be back under the high tower in the northern border, standing on the blue flowing flame, staring at the lonely figure.

And behind her, there are wind knights lined up.

"If it's me now, can I do that?"

He asked himself softly, and then, like the great woman who disappeared in the wind and snow, he raised the sword in his hand high.

The noisy wind around him suddenly stopped, and then Cyril seemed to hear "I am willing to help you—"

Immediately afterwards, the armor shook, something passed by his ears, and the sound of gold and iron rang above his head.

Cyril turned around.

The cyan wind turned into a tall knight. At this moment, he raised the strong shield in his hand and blocked it on top of his head—three or four overlapping tentacles were superimposed on top of his head. If it wasn't for the wind knight's shield, he might have been killed by the wind knight at this moment. The pumped skull shattered.

Cyril didn't know that the resonance with the gem pattern actually made him escape from the stealth state, and the wind knight who emerged in time undoubtedly saved his life.He looked around, and saw the astonished expression of the Adele Navy, and the look of shock and anger on the face of Alvin Bridges.

He looked at the knight guarding him again.It is different from Jane Christine's wind knight in impression. His wind knight is a helmet with a triangular peak, which is exactly the same as the spirit knight. It is obviously a shape generated by his own subconscious.His body is tall, and the horse he rides is also extremely powerful. He holds a shield in one hand, and a long and thick lance in the other hand, ready to stab forward at any time.

At the same time, a faint blue light floated in front of his sight—it came from the attribute panel, but he didn't have time to check it at the moment.

He knew that his power had undergone earth-shaking changes at this moment. If his thoughts flowed, he would find that the wind element pool had almost doubled in size.And the aura he exuded from just standing there became different.

But at this moment, Cyril was concentrating on the wind knight: "Is there only one? Can there be more?"

While his thoughts were running, he heard the sound of the wind behind him, and in an instant, four phantoms formed behind him, in exactly the same posture as the No.1 knight, with the shield at his side and the spear in front of him, They all faced the Adlai Sea Guard and stood still.

The surrounding wind seems to have been sucked out, and the still scene is eerily silent.

Alvin Bridges' face was ashen. He saw that Cyril suddenly appeared from the shadows, and the moment the concentration of magic power on his body skyrocketed, he knew something was wrong.

He had already made the first move, trying to strangle the half-elf boy before he could complete the breakthrough, but Cyril's speed was far faster than he thought—no, it was faster than any breakthrough he had ever seen.

And now he has nothing to do, because he can clearly feel that the magic power possessed by the opponent, who doesn't know how to form it, is far more powerful than himself at the moment.

"Professional level..."

He let out a long sigh, and the long sword in his hand was slightly lowered.

And the elves and humans standing at the bottom were completely stunned.Originally, Cyril's reckless posture had already made them quite flustered. Killing the two Adlai Seaguards instantly just made them calm down for a while, but then Cyril stood still, and the scene of being about to be drawn by the tentacles suddenly appeared. Almost cardiac arrest to all.

But at this moment-

Those five tall wind knights, like gods descending, completely declared the defeat of the people of Ao San Emma.

"Professional level..."

Leonardo squeezed the word out from under his visor with difficulty.There is no doubt that Cyril has already broken through to the professional level, and he is definitely not the kind of ordinary knight who breaks through with the belief of a knight.

What he is walking must be a different career path.

But he remembered clearly that not long ago, what Cyril told himself was that he had just touched the door, why did he complete the breakthrough so suddenly?

How old is he? 15 years old?

La Rochelle... Has there ever been a 15-year-old young man who broke through to the professional level?
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The Adelaide Sea Guards still did not give up resistance, but as Cyril swung his long sword down, the wanton charge of those weathered knights immediately took their lives.

The wind knights who turned their horses' heads re-arranged, this time facing the last Alvin Bridges.

"Is there anything else you want to say?" Cyril asked lightly.He can clearly feel the other party's weakness, and this feeling is far more intuitive than before.

Breaking through to the professional level - he didn't expect it to come so soon. He thought it would be more difficult, at least one more top-level natural protection and the like.

But with the help of the gemstone on the back of his hand, it was as if the furnace temperature that was not enough before was suddenly supported by a fierce fire, allowing him, who was hesitant to break through the door, to achieve it overnight, and then completed a professional-level breakthrough.

The body has become much tougher and more flexible than before, but more specifically, it needs to wait until everything here is over before checking it out.

He stared at Alvin Bridges, who still didn't put down the long sword in his hand, but he didn't have any extra strength to resist.

Alvin seemed to be hesitating. After hesitating for a moment, he finally asked:

"Where is Diana? And Swift, what will happen to him?"

Cyril didn't expect that what he wanted to ask was actually his subordinates, but he immediately gave the answer:

"Swift will be beheaded, and Diana—"

He stretched out his long sword and pointed it down the mountain.Alvin turned his head along the way, but saw a young girl riding on the body of a plump woman from Santa Emma, ​​waving her hands to cheer.

He smiled wryly, and then raised his long sword.

Immediately afterwards, he saw the phantom of the knight behind the opposite half-elf suddenly disappear, and then the bright sword light on his long sword could almost light up the entire hill, and the blue wind blade turned into a curved arc. Obscuring all his vision.

He felt his body lighten, and then the world was spinning, and he was spinning——

Alvin Bridges, who lost his head, the famous commander who would break through the new capital of La Rochelle in the future, fell in the forest west of Nora Corridor, never to return to his homeland.

The boy with the sword walked silently to the side of his corpse, put his head next to his body, and ordered the soldiers to place the corpse of the Adlai Sea Guard beside him.

"My lord, what about their corpses...?" A soldier asked him.

"Just bury it here." Cyril put his sword back into its sheath, looked at the corpse on the ground for a moment, and said calmly.

After all, they fight to the death.

　Alvin Bridges, (1407-1440) died at 33.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)