Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 133 Wipe the throat, backstab, all kinds of style
(two in one)

The field where the meteorite hammers fell behind was full of chaotic winds, and the huge body of the jungle carrion vultures made it impossible for them to fly into the air without a run-up.And the wind was so chaotic that they could almost only jump and jump on the flat ground, fighting with the surrounding Cyril and the others and the militiamen.

"Pay attention to dodge, they can't fly high now, but the power of pounce is still great."

Cyril and Elena hurriedly confessed as they passed by, and then swung their swords to block the peck of a jungle carrion vulture.The strength points of these birds of prey are ridiculously high. If there is no professional bonus for apprentice knights, Cyril may be pecked, and the long sword in his hand will fall to the ground.

But at this moment, his strength was no longer what it used to be, and there was no chance for the carrion vulture to retract its head.He flipped his wrist quickly, and the long sword slid down obliquely along the long and bald neck of the carrion vulture, and then pulled it horizontally in the middle, and a huge bloody mouth appeared in an instant, revealing Among them, the dense white bones were then provoked by his sword——

The huge bird's head swirled and then fell. With a twist of body movement, this bird of prey, which is usually showing off its might, was separated from the body without even being startled by a splash.

Elena watched Cyril complete this series of actions dumbfounded, and almost forgot to swing the flaming long sword in her hand.And Cyril himself completed this set of movements so smoothly, and when he was about to pounce on a carrion vulture, he suddenly reacted——

Wait, what I just used seems to be...

Wipe your throat?

But isn't that a skill that only trainee wanderers can learn?I don't have this skill in my panel!
You must know that if the rogue takes the offensive route of dagger fighting, skills such as "backstab" and "throat wiping" all have a certain judgment of ignoring defense.No matter how high the health of the targeted target is, once the judgment is successful, I still have to lose the blood that should be lost, not a single drop.

This is also the reason why this genre of rogues is known as "the strongest burst in melee combat".

It's still the same reason, in the game, the system will directly complete the conversion from "MP" to attack bonus for you, but how to use magic power in reality, Cyril is still at a loss.Of course he tried to attach magic power to the sword himself, but the feel was completely different from the one in the game, it was just pure magic power addition, and it was more effective when used as a flashlight at night.

But at the moment when he wiped the carrion vulture's neck cleanly, Cyril clearly felt that this wipe was exactly the same as the throat wipe in the game——

This sudden familiar feeling made Cyril subconsciously change his posture, and amidst the fluttering and falling black feathers, his figure instantly disappeared into the shadows.

No one noticed that the young knights who were brave and unstoppable just now disappeared suddenly. Most of them were in the midst of a fierce battle.The most relaxed ones are of course Elena, Evans and the others. The flames in the hands of the former are the natural enemies of most monsters, while the latter seems to have a lot of experience in dealing with such monsters, and they can fight with ease.

The long sword in his hand shuttled back and forth, without any complicated moves, he used the most basic swordsmanship in a rigorous manner, but blocked the attacks of the carrion vulture one by one, and then counterattacked in a regular manner.This steady and heavy posture made Cyril know at a glance that he was definitely paddling.

What's interesting is that Cyril was keenly aware that when he passed by Evans, the latter seemed to perceive something, glanced at where he was, and then re-entered the turn-based battle of you and me go.

But he didn't care, and ran straight to where the dwarf was.Kelan was yelling loudly. His size made him suffer a lot when facing these carrion vultures. His short hands couldn't cut the vital parts of the carrion vultures, so he could only slam them on their hard legs. on the feathers.

Cyril didn't care that the dwarf only needed a few more rounds to chop off the vulture's head. He had already settled behind the carrion vulture, staring sharply at the huge back.

The originally fast footsteps became extremely light in an instant, as if stepping on a piece of ice floe in the vast sea, no matter how hard you tried, it would sink——

Hold your breath.

Concentrate.

The elemental pool that had already been squeezed dry by the wind blade and the meteor hammer seemed to have insight into his intentions. At this moment, it was like a big spiral, quickly absorbing the magic power from all over his body, and then poured into him. His upper limbs were attached to the knight sword that Danya had blessed.

This time, Cyril clearly sensed the ingenious change in his body, his eyes changed slightly, and the familiar feeling of crouching behind the enemy in the game completely returned to his body at this moment.

His thoughts circulated, thinking about why all this happened, but there was no hesitation in the movement of his hand, and he quickly and ruthlessly handed it out to the place corresponding to the heart of the carrion vulture.

It was hard for him to describe what happened to the long sword in his hand in the next short second—it was gently asking for it, like a snake's kiss.First it touches the hard feathers, slipping through its gaps, and then its large muscles, leaving a soft hole in it.At last it saw, saw the mighty heart of the carrion vulture, pounding and beating—

So it no longer showed any mercy, and opened its mouth in an instant, bathed in scorching blood, feeling the sudden tense texture, it passed through the body of the carrion vulture——

"Pfft!"

The knight's sword pierced through the huge body of the carrion vulture, and the bright silver tip protruded from its chest.Just now, the dwarf who thought he had caught the carrion vulture's flaw and was about to chop off its head with an axe held his battle ax high, his movements stiff like a clown being hung up, staring dumbfounded at the bloodless sword tip— —

There seemed to be a different look in Cyril's eyes. At this moment, he could be sure that the rogue skills he was all too familiar with had returned to him!
Backstab, yes, this is the feeling of backstab!

In the next second, the half-elf boy kicked the carrion vulture's back, kicking it off his sword.His heart was filled with joy—of course it wasn't because he had robbed Klan of a battle, but he still managed to pull a beautiful sword flower in front of the dwarf.

Immediately afterwards, Cyril bent his shoulders and knees, and his perfectly proportioned body turned into a heroic knight. Like an elf warrior in ancient times, he charged towards a militia that was about to be defeated by carrion vultures.

"It's mine! It's mine!"

The dwarf Klan yelled angrily, but Cyril didn't care about the dwarf's mood. At this moment, he was immersed in this brand new way of fighting——

The long sword in the charging posture is not the posture of raising the shield and making continuous moves, but the wrist is turned into a backhand.Cyril stared closely at the carrion vulture, and at the moment when he was about to hit its thick wings, he suddenly gave up the force on his legs, turned into a light jump, and bypassed it with one leap. The wings that had been spread out in a protective posture, like a loach, slipped right in front of the carrion vulture.

The long and bald neck was right in front of him, and the scarlet ferocity in those huge eyes all receded because of fear at this moment.But Cyril would not let it go because of its fear, and swung the long sword he had already held in his backhand in a dagger-like grip, gently and deftly wiping the middle of the long, spicy vulture neck.

In the blink of an eye, the eagle's head fell, and blood spurted out.

The filthy blood covered the hair, cheeks and clothes of the half-elf knight boy, but he just raised his hand to wipe the blood in front of his eyes.

Behind him, the two militiamen who were about to be pecked by the carrion vulture raised their swords and stared blankly at what happened in front of them, as if they couldn't believe this monster that had made him fight so hard for so long without even being able to tear off a single hair , was terminated by such a young boy——

"What are you doing in a daze, why don't you hurry up and help them?"

Cyril glanced back at the two militiamen who were obviously frightened by him, and couldn't help being a little amused, he whispered.The two militiamen immediately woke up and saw that the young man in front of them had already pounced on a carrion vulture. They immediately blushed and shouted loudly to help their companions in another place.

This was supposed to be a bitter battle, but the turbulent flow of the Meteor Hammer directly abolished more than half of the fighting power of this group of raptors.At first, Cyril thought that the militiamen would have to be mostly killed or injured to take down this group of carrion vultures. After all, they can guarantee that they will not be defeated in the fight against carrion vultures. The attack of the rotten vulture.

As a result, the battle ended with two militiamen being scratched on their arms and two on their thighs.

There were a total of 21 jungle carrion vultures. Except for the five that were killed by a trick that Cyril himself didn't know about at the beginning, one of the remaining sixteen died in the beating of the militia, two were killed by the Klan, and four were killed. One was killed by Elena, four were killed by Evans, and the remaining five were all killed by Cyril—of course, one of them should have been the result of Klan's battle.

After Cyril dissected and assembled the bird corpses non-stop, he sat down on the grass and let out a long breath.

He was completely "playing" well. Today's battle made him seem to have returned to the first time he fought in the game. It made him feel completely different from that sad and hateful reality, so that he was immersed in this game for the next ten years in reality, until he crossed over——

His limbs only felt sore and limp, and his frequent trips to and from the Shadow Realm made him dizzy at the moment, which was a sign of his magic power being drained.

But he didn't feel any discomfort.If Caroline, Mia and the others walked up at this moment, they would find that "Mr. Adrian" and "Mr. Wei" who seldom laughed were actually grinning, their faces full of smiles——

Cyril looked at his skill panel. The income of ten carrion vultures in this round made his experience bar soar a lot, directly rushing to more than half of level 12-you know, he was still close to level 12 before. 300 points of experience, the experience alone is enough to make a lot of money.

But unfortunately, he couldn't find the "rogue" class on the panel, and the rogue skill he just used didn't appear in the skill panel.

However, he has long stopped obsessing about continuing to work as a "wanderer" in this life, and he has already been able to prostitute the attribute points of twenty or so level apprentice knights for nothing. Who cares about having to re-train for such a delicious thing, and climb a level after a catastrophe? What about the old wanderer?

Cyril finally found a clue in the element pool:
The element pool has been opened, the main attribute is [wind], and the characteristic is: Vientiane wind shape.

characteristic?
He remembered that there was no feature option here before, and this is indeed a new one:
[Vientiane Wind Shape]: The wind is indeterminate, and he only obeys the messenger's mind.

The introduction was like a riddle, without any numerical value as before, but this time Cyril understood it.At this moment he wanted to laugh out loud, but his whole body was so weak that he didn't even have the strength to pump his chest.

"Mr. Wei, it's time for us to set off. Can you get up—Elena, help me and carry Mr. Wei back to the carriage..."

At some point, Miss Mage squatted beside Cyril, taking in all his expressions.But Cyril didn't care at all whether his face smiled like a handsome and sunny senior or a silly junior. At this moment, he was completely immersed in the four words "Vientiane style".

He didn't know if there was such a feature in the game, but he knew clearly that this feature would directly solve his trouble of "not knowing how to use magic power and not being able to cast skills".

The flowing wind element will be as he thought, or it will be transformed into the sharpness that ignores defense needed for wiping the throat and backstabbing, or it will be like the skill he unintentionally used to chop off five bird heads—— He thought it was the two-handed sword's sword skill "Wind Blade·Great Roundabout", but thinking about it now, it should correspond to the "Wuan Wu Tiao" of the long spear proficiency.

If this is not clear, then a simpler and cruder explanation is:

This is a brand-new system that assists skill casting, as long as he can figure it out, Wanxiang Fengxing can help him do it.

Just like casting a spell, as long as the model can be successfully constructed and filled with magic power, the spell can be cast regardless of its power.

All wanderers in the previous life knew the "billion point" fireworks god, and he was naturally an undisputed offensive kaleidoscope.Cyril assembled several sets of offensive combinations from his mind almost instantly, and he was so excited that he wanted to jump up and practice at this moment.

And more importantly, his job in this life is "knight". Knight swords and spears are undoubtedly better carriers than daggers and short swords specialized by rogues——

Just as he was thinking about it, he suddenly felt light in his body.When he regained his senses, he realized that Miss Mia and Alina had already lifted him up and moved towards the carriage.

"Ah, Mr. Wei, you are too light. You should have known that I was alone."

Mia smiled and laid him flat on the bench, while Miss Elf was watching him with great interest.

Immediately afterwards, Miss Elf said slowly: "You are very tired, under Nora's watchful eyes, go to sleep with peace of mind."

A weak wind brushed against his cheek, and tiredness engulfed Cyril's consciousness at this moment.

Immediately afterwards, he fell into a deep sleep.

(End of this chapter)