Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 198 Death of the Griffin Rider
Cerces Tomson paused.

The demon-destroying gun in his hand hangs down, and two corpses are pierced through the barrel of the gun, hanging on the gun-these are two baby stealers, who for some reason did not choose to dodge when the earth dragon spear stabbed them , the result is directly penetrated.

All the way he came, he left behind the corpses of more than fifteen baby stealers.This is undoubtedly a very brilliant result, but he has no strength at this time, so he has to launch another charge of the Dragon Spear Technique.

The corners of his eyes, which were already hanging down, drooped even more now, and there were two hideous scratches on his face—they were left by a baby thief who rushed to him in a sneak attack.

In addition, his body was already covered in cuts and bruises, all the way forward, bleeding all the way.

The former Griffin Knight raised his head slightly, and let out a breath full of blood foam towards the sky.

He hadn't had this feeling of exhilarating fighting for a long time.Since he left the Griffin Legion and became an idle mercenary, he left the Kingdom of Palania, went to Ol St. Emma, ​​went to the bay in the south, and finally came to La Rochelle.

He originally thought that such a battle would have nothing to do with him anymore, but he didn't expect to be able to experience it again because of this commission that didn't sound too difficult.

Although his current strength is far inferior to that of the past, he would like to thank that elf and the girl who provided water magic healing—although their magic power is really not in his eyes, but it is enough to remind him Some old feelings.

"It's a pity, you're not here this time, I don't know where you flew to now."

He bent down, coughed twice, and then slowly removed the second half of the Demon Destroying Spear, leaving only the front half, holding it in both hands like an ordinary spear.

When he straightened up again, his eyes seemed to be the sharp claws of a griffin pounced down from the sky, staring straight ahead - where Evans, who was traveling with him, was carrying a man in a white dress on his shoulders. The woman ran towards him all the way.

And behind them, there was a monster-like body that smashed through the small building in the distance with its physical body, and followed Evans closely.

"Tsk, five meters tall, are you a mountain giant?"

Tomson squinted for a while, the upper body was like a huge lentil, and the monster image of the lower body not being elongated much made him feel sick.He suddenly spat on the ground, then raised the spear in his hand, and rushed forward while shouting.

Evans passed by him and cast a suspicious look, but he left behind.He held his spear stubbornly, facing forward, and what he used was no longer the earth dragon gun technique he learned from Ao Shengemma!
It's their Palannia Kingdom's spear charge!
Eight meters, five meters, three meters!

His tired but still powerful legs were moving back and forth, amidst the whistling wind, Temunsen saw the monster stop suddenly.Without the slightest hesitation, he jumped up suddenly, thrust the spear forward vigorously, and plunged into the belly of the five-meter-tall monster without any hindrance.

His eyes were fixed, and the weird touch made him doubt whether he had caused any harm to the monster.At this time, his whole body was hung in the air by the spear, but his combat experience let him know that this is the time to attack——

Tomson's face became extremely ferocious, and all the strength in his body was concentrated on his arms. Then he shouted loudly, his vocal cords were almost hoarse, and pressed down the spear in his hand!

"Iron Wings Flying Sky, One, Go—No Forward!"

The foul-smelling green blood sprayed out, covering Tomson's body, and then he tore open a long gash.He spat, looked inside hard, and vaguely recognized that the stomach of this monster was full of small gray-black tentacles!
"It's really disgusting... wait, this is—"

He suddenly caught a glimpse of a human figure wriggling in the tentacles.He subconsciously stretched out his hand and grabbed the figure's arm. Before he could pull the figure out with all his strength, a sharp pain suddenly hit his waist——

The monster's big hand grabbed his waist!

In an instant, the Griffin Knight felt that he had lost all control over his lower body. He was keenly aware of what happened at this moment, and then made a final decision:
With his last strength, he tightly grasped that arm, and then he only felt himself flying up, just like the dizziness when he sat on the back of the griffin for the first time, and then the griffin flapped its wings and flew away. Feeling dizzy as soon as you fall from five meters——

He was thrown out by the monster, spinning in the air, and then fell heavily to the ground.

He felt that he couldn't breathe anymore, every gasp was like a bellows, something pierced his chest, it seemed like a sharp stone pierced into his chest when he fell.

He tried his best to tilt his head forward, which was the biggest movement he could make—on him, the figure whose arm was being pulled by him was slowly getting up. Although the whole body was dripping with blood, Tomsen still recognized out who he is.

"Cyril... Adrian..."

The half-elf boy looked at him fixedly, and in his extreme calmness, he was enough to judge what happened just now through those voices.

It was the former Gryphon Rider hired by him who rescued him from Ambrose's belly.

The price was his life—

Cyril bent down slightly to bring himself closer to the Griffin Rider, and then heard an intermittent voice:

"You...what kind of person do you want to be...?"

He froze for a moment, but he didn't answer, but he heard Tomson continue to pant on his own:
"Pa... Lan... I am... proud of you, old man, are you still... okay..."

Tomson's head tilted sideways, his brown eyes clouded.

No more sound.

Cyril was silent for a while, took off his bloody clothes, and covered Temunsen's face.

Behind him, two bursts of rapid gasps sounded, followed by the girl's exclamation:

"Mr. Wei, your body..."

He lowered his head and glanced at the blood-stained, naked upper body. Under the blessing of the unyielding soul, he could still hold on for a while.

He shook his head, turned around, looked at Mia and Alina who were full of panic, thought for a while, and said to Alina:

"Erina, lend me your sword."

Both of his swords were lost in the small tower, and there were no weapons that could be used for fighting at this time.

"My sword?" Elina hesitated for a moment, and obediently handed the hilt to Cyril. Before she could explain how to use it, she saw the half-elf boy straighten the hilt in front of him, and then the emerald green The sword edge appeared out of thin air.

That is the power of the wind.

"Mr. Wei, let's retreat, the goal has been achieved, wait for Miss Treville to come back with someone..."

Mia said hurriedly, but saw Cyril holding the sword and turning in the direction of Ambrose, who had become a giant.

"I can't wait until then." He said softly, and then there seemed to be a gust of wind blowing around him, blowing up the messy hair that was stained on his face, revealing the still bright eyes on his blood-stained face .

"I'm going to settle it."

He is like the wind, whizzing away.

(End of this chapter)