Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 556 Unworthy
In the stale air in the tunnel, there was a disgusting smell of charred flesh at the moment, and the crackling sound of thunder and lightning almost occupied the entire human hearing.

The mage who had just erased the existence of his opponent was panting heavily. The feeling of emptiness in his body made him extremely uncomfortable, and the itching made him wish he could break his limbs and overlap them.

The thunder during the day gathered all the magic power on a small "Thunder Pillar", endowing it with extreme destructive power.The so-called "focus on one point and reach the peak", this is his completely opposite path to Peter Walker.

In fact, this is mostly contrary to the concept of thunder and lightning spells. Most of the atmospheric-thunder and lightning spells represented by "chain lightning" are range-destructive spells that can cover a large area of ​​the battlefield... If it is appropriate, it is Pete. Walker's spell idea is more suitable.

He took a few deep breaths, adjusting his breath.The empty element pool absorbed the remaining thunder and lightning elements in the air, which made him finally recover, and his hearing gradually recovered.

Su Geer immediately looked to another battlefield not far from him, which belonged to the tunnel - he did not forget that this was a two-on-two battle.

Although the young and exaggerated half-elf has broken through to the professional level - he admits that this talent is terrifying, but judging from the initial strength shown, it is not enough to fight against the veteran professional-level knight Lyle of the Corbusier Chamber of Commerce. .

Fortunately, Lyell itself is not known for his aggressiveness. As long as Earl Adrian can bear it a bit and not be too impulsive, he should not be defeated in just a few minutes...

But with the recovery of hearing, Su Geer gradually heard a strange sound, like the friction between steel and the ground, slow and heavy.

He raised his head, looked towards the source of the voice, and then widened his eyes:
From the depths of the dark corridor, the figure of the young earl walked slowly.

He was putting the long sword back into its sheath with one hand, and stretched his free hand backwards.

Holding a thick arm in his hand.

Dragging Lyle's half body.

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From the moment the wind knight Hantian's attack was easily blocked, Cyril knew how the battle should proceed.

Even if the actual occupation level is very different from that in the game, and the way of fighting has undergone tremendous changes, the rich combat experience from the players can always provide the most important thing for Cyril:
A mind that judges how to win.

The tall and inflexible body, in his eyes, is no different from a target——

Or, a good touchstone?
Cyril took a deep breath and stepped into the Shadow Realm. The dark environment of the corridor made him feel like a duck to water here, and the scattered light made Knight Lyle not even aware that his opponent had disappeared for a while.

Cyril has many fighting skills that need to be practiced in actual combat, including the mysterious sword that he didn't know the principle of in the auction just now - he guessed that the sword belonged to the skill of "Holy Corpse Guardian", but At that time, he was in a complex mood and used it by accident.

Cyril briefly recollected that emotion, which included the anger of the fox girl being poisoned in front of him, the ridicule of being "played" by "fellow wanderers", and the contempt for his opponent - he vaguely felt , Only when the emotions are satisfied, can the sword be used smoothly.

And what he chooses at this moment is another technique——

Those above the professional level are extraordinary.To be promoted to extraordinary, one needs an "extraordinary avatar" that can hold a huge amount of magic power.

In the corridor, the tall figure of the wind knight was still rushing forward, its movements were monotonous and simple, the halberd swung forward crisply, hit the giant sword on the door panel, and was immediately bounced high.

The huge shock force caused its body to collapse slightly, and the knight Lyle, who was supporting the huge sword on the door panel, showed a contemptuous smile under his mask, as if he was ready to wait for the wind knight to collapse.

Can a wind knight alone defeat Lyle?

The answer is obviously no, the tunnel is not a place where wind elements are dense, not to mention that at this time Cyril can feel that there is another force competing with him for the wind element in this tunnel.

There are many ways to defeat Lyle. Even if you only use the wind knights, you can also use four wind knights to attack from four directions at the same time, and beat him to death in the siege-this ancient game method is still excellent today. The most commonly used fighting technique in summoner PK, its practicality can be seen naturally.

But Cyril just stood in the shadows, staring at the wind knight who just kept waving his halberd.

As an "elemental form" - yes, it's just an elemental form, unlike Zimmerman's summoned earth elemental giant, it can't even be called an elemental creature - it will only obey the call out The people, Cyril Adrian's order, until the supply of magic power is cut off, or the body itself collapses and disintegrates.

Then the problem is coming.

Could an extraordinary incarnation be a pure carrier of magical power that executes programs?
perhaps.

But Cyril believes that's not all.

"Crush him."

Standing in the shadows, he gave orders to the wind knight.

"Are you willing to let an unknown person who only bullies the weak block your way?"

"Do everything you can, no matter what means you use, to defeat him."

The moment the wind knight received the consciousness from the earl of the half-elf, there was a slight pause in the movement of the wind knight, but then the halberd swung out again and hit the huge sword on the door heavily.

"boom!"

The dull collision sound reverberated, unable to withstand the slightest wave like the previous few times, the halberd still bounced as before, and the countershock force returned to the wind knight was even better than before——

Lyle was already tired of this kind of blacksmithing game. He slightly raised the giant sword in his hand, and pointed the almost palm-width blade towards the wind knight. It seemed that he was going to raise the sword next and completely smash the stubborn wind knight.

but--

"Den!"

A collision sound that was completely different from before suddenly sounded, completely disrupting the stable rhythm of the previous few times.Lyle stared in astonishment at the halberd that bounced high again, it should have fallen after [-] seconds...

"It picked up speed?"

This idea had just been born, and there was another "thump" on the blade, which was almost close to the previous one, and the rhythm was so fast that Lyle had a strong sense of disobedience!
"Den!"

"Den!"

The Wind Knight swung his halberd furiously, faster and more fiercely; such a frequency of blows made it unable to repair the body damaged by the countershock, and it almost collapsed in the continuous countershock.

But instead, it danced the halberd even more frantically, pouring all its power on the enemy in front of it even if its figure became more and more vain!

"Den! Deng! Deng!"

Behind it, cyan light and shadow fell like a torrential rain, which was the scene of another battlefield.Knight Lyle's face gradually distorted, and the giant sword on the door panel was not able to counteract all the power. The pressure from the halberd was transmitted to his hand through the hilt.

With the original frequency, he still has enough time to dispel these pressures, but at this moment, these forces are accumulating with the speed of the wind knight's improvement, which is beyond what he can bear!
"Are you fucking crazy!"

Knight Lyle finally couldn't help shouting, in his opinion, this was all the means of the young half-elf.According to experience, once the creation of the wind element that attacked him frantically collapsed, the half-elf would also be fatally wounded.

But when the knight Lyle raised his head and poked his head out from behind the giant sword to look around, he found that the blue rainstorm that was close to him a few seconds ago was actually so far away from him at this moment——

No, it's not that the cyan rainstorm receded, but that he was being beaten further and further away from the other battlefield under the constant impact of the wind knight!
His strength is still increasing!
Lyle looked at the wind knight who was attacking him in horror, but found that the opponent's figure had become more solid than before.

At this moment, he could even clearly see the deep lines and wear marks on the heavy plate armor worn by the opponent, and the scars under the visor that covered half of the opponent's face.

The wind was roaring behind it, and the piercing chill made him feel like he was stripped naked and thrown into the wind and snow, and even moving his body became extremely difficult——

how so?Shouldn't it collapse by itself under the force of the countershock?

Vaguely, he seemed to see the mouth slightly opened and closed under the visor, and the sound of the wind came to his ears wrapped in a language he had never heard before, but he understood these words automatically:

"Han Tian... is above..."

"Those who block me..."

"kill……"

Knight Lyle's eyes widened in an instant, and the blue halberd turned into a three-meter-long light blade, which once again landed on the giant sword on the door.

But this time, the giant sword on the door panel failed to completely block its attack.

The wind blade rolled out whistling, and flashed past his waist.

He opened his mouth slightly, let go of the giant sword in his hand, and stretched out his hand to touch his waist lightly. The fracture was clearly felt, and the blood flowed continuously, completely submerging his hand in an instant.

Then half of his body fell backwards.

The figure of the wind knight who swung this halberd was dim, and almost all the magic power of the wind element was poured into this blow.

But it is riding a ferocious beast, soaring in the air, but its figure is still stalwart.Just like the beginning of the long river of time, in the era when the gods left and the gods and people walked on the earth, the tall figure standing behind the notch of the city wall on the "cold sky pass" suspended between the white and lofty mountains.

Behind it, the figure of the young earl stepped out of the shadows.

"You did very well."

The wind knight turned sideways, bowed slightly towards him, and then his figure shattered, turning into gusts of breeze, and disappeared.

Cyril glanced at Knight Lyle with a little pity. His upper body was lying on his back, and his strong vitality allowed him to survive for a few more minutes.The lower body still maintains a standing posture and is not hung on the tree.

Blood gushed out from the broken part of his waist and mouth. He stared at the uncomprehending Cyril with his already muddy eyes wide open. His eyes were full of incomprehension.

Cyril bent down and patted Lyle's face with the blade of the long sword: "Do you think that you have been an excellent knight after working hard at the professional level for a few years?"

He watched Lyle's eyeballs tremble, and the blood froth in his mouth kept rolling, as if he wanted to say something, but he couldn't utter a word.

"I'm sorry, you broke your oath to protect the weak and used your strength to bully the weak. You are no longer worthy of being a knight, and naturally you cannot win."

"You don't deserve to win either."

Then he snapped his fingers lightly, and in an instant, four tall blue figures appeared behind him, the leading one was the most solid, and the moment he saw Lyle who fell on the ground, there was a strong wind behind him.

"Knight" Lyle's pupils were completely dark.

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When Cyril dragged Lyle's half body back to the original slave cage, Su Geer finally came back to his senses and coughed lightly.

That's right, how can someone who can be favored by His Highness the Eldest Princess fail to show the corresponding strength...

"Lord Adrian, is everything going well?"

"It's better to say it's easy." Cyril nodded to him, and Su Geer didn't seem to be injured, but there were a few blood spots on his face, probably caused by the aftermath of the wind blade.

"Where's the mage...Peter Walker?" Cyril looked around, but he didn't see Su Geer's opponent.

"Um, maybe you can still find some scum? I'm not sure." Su Geer spread his hands, the power of "Day Thunder" is not something he can control at will. .

But then, he was mercilessly accused by the half-elf earl: "You are so cruel, you don't leave ashes to others."

"You have the nerve to say it!" Su Geer frowned, "Isn't it more cruel to cut him in half? You see he is still spitting blood from his mouth!"

Cyril looked around, then waved his hand to signal Anastasia, who was hiding far away, to approach, and said, "However, your attack was too ruthless. Has he offended you in any way?"

"Peter Walker?" Sugel said calmly, "When I was a student, he blew away my 130-page thesis manuscript and destroyed my important experiment in order to obtain the recommendation qualification of the instructor and enter the advanced magic study room."

"That's really a heinous crime." Cyril nodded, "So did he enter that study room?"

"No, how is he worthy?" Su Geer shook his head and said, "The quota that should belong to me was given to another person, but I heard that the mage died under the siege of monsters two years ago."

Then he glanced at Lyle's half body and asked in doubt, "What about you, does he have any trouble with you?"

The half-elf Earl looked at him with a smile, his eyes narrowed into slits, making Su Geer somehow want to avoid his gaze.

"He has done something that is ashamed of his identity, that's all. If the Primordial Church is to rule on his deeds, he should be hanged on the gallows now."

Cyril then walked around Su Geer and met the approaching Anastasia, who was already squatting beside the slave cage, lifted the covering cloth, and comforted the imprisoned jack-eared hareman in the cage .

And Su Geer looked at the young man who was also squatting next to the iron cage, thinking about what he said, thoughtfully.

　state decline...

　　The plot of the capital is almost over, and the next step is to go south to provoke

　　
　
(End of this chapter)