Knight and Wand

Chapter 44 Blood debt must be paid with blood

".Leon!"

The girl bypassed the fleeing soldiers and rushed into the alley at a rapid pace.

When she saw the torn breastplate and swaying body of her companion leaning against the wall, she quickly reached out to steady Leon's shoulders.

Olivia looked up and down with wide eyes, concerned: "Where are you hurt? Are you okay?"

Leon shook his head at her: "Don't worry, I'm fine, just a little weak, but is your shoulder seriously injured?"

He looked at the skin exposed after Olivia's left sleeve was ripped open.

On the upper side of his left arm, which had been originally delicate and smooth, there were large, shocking scratches that were still oozing bright red blood.

The girl secretly endured the faint pain from the heavy kick in her abdomen and forced a smile: "It's okay, just a scratch."

Leon had no choice but to feel relieved.

Lohak rode back to them with another companion on his horse.

Looking up at his companion lying on the horse's back, Leon asked worriedly, "How is Azerien?"

Before Lohak could answer, Azerien weakly raised his arm from the other side and waved: "It's okay, cough cough cough. Not dead yet."

It's good that everything is fine, Leon breathed a sigh of relief.

After confirming the safety of all his companions, he looked towards the alley where Lohak had come before.

"Let's go from here. While those guys are not paying attention to us, and avoid that big guy, let's go around to the village market and look for the horses we hid before."

"I'll go in front to protect you." Lohak took the initiative to draw out his long sword, urged his horse to walk slowly in front, and led the way for everyone.

Leon, whose steps were weak, followed behind staggeringly with the careful support of Olivia.

The journey was smooth. Even if they ran into the fleeing Kantadar soldiers, they had no mood to cause trouble. They rode their horses for their lives and fled out of the village.

As he walked, listening to the murderous cries of griffins in the distance, Leon couldn't help but wonder, since the enemies were fleeing the village, was there any need for him and others to escape?

That big guy is so smart. It’s only been a few days since we last met. He shouldn’t have forgotten what the three of them looked like, right?

But after carefully considering the risks, Leon still didn't dare to gamble on the habits of the beast.

Who knows whether the griffins that are now madly attacking the Kantadar people will become bloodthirsty.

Even a domestic dog that has been raised since childhood will bite its owner when it gets angry, let alone a wild animal that it just meets by chance.

And except Olivia, all of them are now wearing the armor of the Kantadar cavalry.

"Leon, do you know what kind of beast that monster is?"

Olivia couldn't help asking when she heard the screams echoing from all corners of the village and the sound of the giant creature flapping its wings as it soared into the sky.

"Remember the story I told you before? I rescued a griffin in the forest. If I saw the pattern and feather color on its body correctly, it should be that guy." Leon replied.

"Griffin." The blonde girl felt that she had learned something new. She grew up in Selva and had never heard of or seen this kind of monster.

"So was it called for rescue by you?" Olivia asked curiously.

Leon shook his head slowly: "If we had the ability to ask it for help, why would we risk sneaking in? We would have followed it in long ago."

Recalling the various habits of griffins in the legends of Serrian, Lion continued to speculate: "Rather than saying it came to save us, it might be that it came for those Kantardar people."

Recalling the dying and injured appearance of the big guy when he encountered it before, Leon suspected that the people who attacked the griffin might be related to Kantadar's army.

According to legend, griffins are very vengeful.

Soon, everyone arrived at the yard where the horses were hidden before.

The remaining two horses were snorting impatiently under the tree, pulling at the reins and pacing back and forth.

The roars of their predators in the distance made the horses very uneasy.

Putting the long sword he took from the dead knight on his belt, Leon walked forward and found a horse at random.

Holding the saddle, he held his breath, and tried to get on the horse by raising his feet.

As a result, he failed to keep his foot on the stirrups firmly after several attempts and was nearly knocked down by the restless body of the warhorse.

Olivia, who was standing by, quickly lent a hand to steady Leon who was about to fall.

The girl turned her head to look at the restless Kantadar warhorse, thought for a moment, and then stepped forward, grabbed the saddle, and jumped onto the horse's back.

She gently pulled the reins with both hands, calming the horse a little.

The girl raised her waist and sat forward, trying to make room behind her, then turned sideways, bent over and stretched out her left hand to Leon.

"Come on up, I'll take you. I'm afraid you can't ride a horse by yourself now."

Leon smiled bitterly and patted his weak legs.

Indeed, with my current physical strength, if no one helps me, I can easily fall off the horse, and falling off the horse accidentally is no joke.

There was no way he could be hypocritical anymore, so he had to hold the girl's hand tightly and, with the help of her unexpectedly strong pull, he was able to get on the horse.

But it's really crowded.

Leon clung to the girl's back, not knowing where to put his hands. The seat of the saddle was not big to begin with, and now there were two people riding together. If it weren't for Olivia's petite figure, there would probably be no room for anyone else to sit down.

The girl seemed to notice the embarrassment of the person behind her. She turned around and reminded him generously: "It's okay. Please hold on to me. It would be troublesome if you were thrown off."

"That's rude." Leon nodded embarrassedly and put his arm around the girl's waist.

To avoid further embarrassment, he simply let go of one hand and grabbed the cavalry spear leaning next to him with his free right hand.

It's not so bad. Now he's wearing armor and iron gloves on his hands. His body is isolated by the thick armor lining and chain mail, so even if he really wants to take advantage of the girl, he can't.

Tsk~ what a pity
Oh no, I mean fortunately, fortunately.
Holding Olivia from behind with one hand, Leon sighed silently in his heart.

After running out of the yard, Leon leaned over from behind the girl and shouted to Lohak in front of him: "Where did you hide Uncle Brian? Take us there first."

"In the woods nearby."

Lohak threw the reins and sped up the horse with Azerien lying on his back.

The Kantardar cavalry were no longer seen along the way. Perhaps they had escaped, or perhaps they had hidden themselves.

Just like that, they followed Lohak who was leading the way and rushed out of the village.

Galloping on the dirt road, before they got close to the woods outside the village, Leon heard fierce shouts for horses behind him.

Not far down the gentle slope on the right, a familiar shirtless figure also rode a horse and galloped out of the village.

"Leon! It's that guy."

Olivia, who was riding the horse, turned around almost at the same time and noticed the Kantadar nobles fleeing on horseback.

But now, looking from a distance, his exposed upper body is no longer red.

The previous arrogance was gone, leaving only the desperate embarrassment.

I don't know how he managed to escape from the griffin's pursuit, but looking at the opponent's weak appearance, Leon made up his mind without thinking.

Enemies often meet on a narrow road. How can this let you run away?
“Olivia, do you still have the strength to fight?” Leon asked the girl in front of him.

"Well! I can still fight but you..." The girl looked back hesitantly.

"It's okay, I'm not that weak yet." Leon gestured to her not to worry.

After saying that, he shouted to his companion in front of him: "Lohak! Follow me to intercept the naked guy on the right!"

Hearing this, Lohak glanced to the right and rear, and seeing the target his companion was talking about, he immediately turned his horse’s head and said, “Azerien, hold on tight!”

The two riders, one in front and one behind, quickly circled the slope, rushed down the gentle slope, and split up to intercept.

The sound of galloping horses coming from the front immediately attracted Duosen's attention.

Recognizing the figure in the white dress on horseback, his pupils couldn't help but dilate.

At this moment, it was no longer possible to avoid the two riders who were intercepting him on the narrow wild road at the bottom of the slope.

Having just escaped death, my mood hit rock bottom.

The gem no longer had any magic power. Now, he was seriously injured and could no longer even hold his sword.
Behind Olivia, Leon silently leveled the spear in his right hand and pointed it at the enemy in front.

The spear was shaking with some difficulty and was difficult to stabilize.

He was just about to tuck the spear under his armpit when the spear in front of him suddenly stabilized.

It was Olivia who raised her hand and held the spear handle firmly: "Leave it to me."

Leon nodded silently and let go of his right hand.

"Evildoer." The girl leaned forward and shouted at the enemy who was getting closer and closer, her voice almost lost: "Pay your blood debt for your crimes!!"

The dust raised by the horse's hooves was left far behind.

In those eyes full of fire, there was nothing else except the sinner who had slaughtered his hometown with blood.

Dausen gritted his teeth and loosened the reins, switched the sword from his right hand to his left hand, and raised the sword while enduring the pain.

Clang——

The sword and spear intertwined, and compared to the precise stabbing, Duosen, who twisted his left hand to parry, seemed so clumsy.

On a country road under the scorching sun.

There is no glory, no judgment, and even less a contest of skills.

The spear in the girl's hand pierced through the enemy's chest without any surprise.

The body on the horse was lifted high by the impact of the lance.

And like a dead dog, it fell heavily as the spear head dropped.

Bang, bang, bang, bang - the rolling body hits the gravel, and the sound of broken bones is so crisp.

Olivia stopped the neighing warhorse, her golden hair fluttering in the wind and falling on her shoulders. The girl turned around holding the blood-stained spear.

The sinful blood had dyed the dirty mud red, and the villain's hideously opened mouth contained only the last unwilling curse that could not be uttered.

(End of this chapter)