Knight with Wand

The Kantadar archer by the window may have been too relaxed. His head was hot and itchy, so he took off his tight helmet and put it aside. He yawned with his hands on the window sill.

Listening to the noisy noise below, he smiled meanly, looking forward to the long-lost relaxation and venting, but he didn't realize that the god of death had quietly arrived.

The leather-soled soft shoes gently rested on the wooden beam. Leon held the long sword he had drawn in advance, turned around silently, and touched the top of the soldier's head.

Finding the right position, he reversed the hilt of the sword, and supported the strong part of the sword with his left hand in the half-sword technique, pointing the tip of the sword directly at the target's exposed neck, and then took a deep breath.

Damn it! Justice from heaven!

Leon jumped.

Like an assassin descending from the shadow, the long sword held upside down suddenly fell with gravity.

The archer, who was caught off guard, felt a heavy pressure on his back, and was knocked off balance by Leon's fall.

The two fell to the ground with a bang.

"Ugh, ah——" The archer's exclamation was half-uttered when the sharp blade in Leon's hand pierced his throat.

The tip of the sword that pierced through was even nailed to the ground.

In the pain, the archer's eyes widened in fear, and he could only groan in pain, and a large amount of blood spurted out from the wound pierced by the sword.

Perhaps because he had practiced with wild goblins and zombies in the cursed land, Leon did not feel uncomfortable when he really killed someone for the first time.

Especially since the one he killed was such a conscienceless beast, he didn't know if it was the influence of the original owner's tragic memory, but he felt the pleasure of revenge in his heart.

The sound of Lohak and Azerien landing on the ground followed closely, and the two quickly stepped forward and pressed down the enemy's dying hands and feet.

Leon grasped the hilt with both hands and pressed it horizontally. The rotating dwarf steel blade easily cut through the flesh, and the sword tip cut off the archer's head along the cervical spine.

".?"

The pockmarked face who was trying to take off his leg armor on the second floor raised his head.

The continuous floor banging sound above made him confused, and he couldn't help shouting: "Lao En? What's going on?"

The question did not get a response from his men, so the pockmarked face picked up the armor lining and leggings again.

He lowered his head and slapped the girl's cheek and warned: "Be good and don't run around, or I will kill you."

After that, the pockmarked face turned and walked up the wooden steps on the wall, shouting louder: "Lao En! What are you doing up there?"

But just as he looked out of the stairs, he saw the headless body of his men lying on the ground, and his eyes froze instantly.

Next to the corpse, a clean-skinned boy hooked his finger at him with a bloodstained dagger, and said provocatively in a rather authentic Uriah language:

"He went to hell first, and you'll be the next, pig."

"Damn it! Where did this little bastard come from!"

The pockmarked face was immediately furious, and immediately drew the long knife from his waist, and stepped forward to rush to the third floor.

But just as he half-exposed his body from the stairs, he suddenly felt a chill in his waist.

The bone-piercing pain came, and the pockmarked face looked down with disbelief.

A sharp sword blade had pierced his waist from behind.

The backstab sneak attack was successful, and Leon, who was squatting in the blind spot of the floor stairs, used both hands to turn the sword blade to strangle his internal organs.

"Ah——!" The pockmarked face screamed madly in pain, tears streaming from his eyes. Unable to turn around, he tried desperately to fight back against the sneak attacker behind him, but the wall next to the wooden steps completely blocked the movement of his right hand.

"Galuf!! Galuf!!! Are you fucking deaf! Come quickly!!" In panic, he yelled the names of his men outside the tower, wanting to call for help, but saw another tall boy on the left rushing towards him with anger on his face.

"Die, bastard!"

Lokhark took a step forward, raised his left hand and thrust the rune crossbow arrow like a short spear, fiercely stabbing into the eye socket of the pockmarked face.

The sharp arrowhead that could penetrate the skin of the griffin easily pierced the enemy's eyeball, and under the boy's hateful blow, it almost pierced into the opponent's brain.

Without stopping, Lokhark's broken sword swung horizontally accurately, and the iron blade full of gaps tore off a large piece of flesh on the opponent's neck, and the huge wound tore the neck and throat of the pockmarked face.

At the same time, Leon turned sideways and pulled out the long sword with force, and blood spilled on the floor.

The pockmarked face twitched limply, he covered his cut neck, and rolled down the stairs with a thud.

"Ahhhhh!——" The disheveled mountain girl screamed in fear.

The last Kantadar soldier downstairs had already run up to the second floor, just in time to see the miserable appearance of the pockmarked face rolling down from the upstairs with a bloody mess.

"Damn it! What's going on?!"

He was so frightened that he didn't even hesitate for a moment, turned around and jumped down the stairs, jumped back to the first floor, and ran out of the door. In panic, he had no intention of rescuing his companions.

"No! He's going to run away!"

Lohak jumped down the wooden steps in two steps, picked up the long sword that the pockmarked face dropped, and chased after him quickly.

Azerien also quickly pulled out the waist knife from the three-story cavalry corpse and ran down the stairs.

Leon was anxious in his heart. He wanted to chase the last fish that escaped the net together, but suddenly he saw the war bow next to the archer corpse by the window and changed his mind in an instant.

Throwing down his sword, he quickly stepped forward and picked up the bow with his left hand. With his right hand, he took out a feather arrow from the corpse's quiver. While drawing the bow and putting the arrow on it, he leaned towards the window.

As expected, the Kantadar cavalryman who was desperately fleeing had already turned over and mounted his horse, and Lohak and Azerien had just chased him out of the door.

Without waiting for the man to shout at his mount to move, Leon skillfully moved his body and exerted his strength to draw the bow in his hand.

Whether in his previous life or in this life as the son of the original owner, he was familiar with the art of archery.

The bow in his hand had a high poundage and was very strenuous, but it was still within his ability. At such a close distance and such a suitable overlooking angle, there was no possibility that he would miss.

He released the string and the arrow whistled through the air.

"Ah!"

The Kantadar cavalryman screamed and fell off his horse.

The arrow shot into his chest from his back from the upper side.

Seeing the enemy fall to the ground, Leon remembered something and hurriedly shouted to his companions under the tower: "Don't kill him, bring him back, I have questions to ask him."

Lohak and Azerien had to give up the idea of ​​finishing him off, and each of them dragged the Kantadar cavalryman back to the windmill tower by one leg.

Leon temporarily put down the bow, picked up the long sword, turned around and ran down the stairs quickly.

Passing by the second floor, he stopped when he saw the poor girl shivering in the corner.

"Don't be afraid, we won't hurt you. If you want to escape, run now." Wen Yan comforted her, and without waiting for a response, he continued to run to the first floor.

Seeing the Kantadar soldier lying on the ground, breathing in and out, Leon urged Azerien: "You know Uriah, help me interrogate him and see if he knows Olivia's whereabouts."

But Azerien shook his head: "I want to ask too, but this guy may not be able to speak anymore."

As he said that, he stepped forward and kicked the man's head.

Sure enough, the Kantadar soldier who had been shot through the chest and lungs had no more strength to speak except for the painful dying groan, and was about to die.

"However, I did hear them talking about a father and daughter at the top of the tower. They were probably Miss Olivia and the old blacksmith."

Azerien did not hide the previous conversation. After all, he was also worried about the blonde girl.

After listening to his partner's retelling, Leon sighed helplessly.

He had hoped that Olivia could escape death with her skills, but now it seems that she is in danger.

"Olivia fell into the hands of those bastards? This..." Lohak clenched his fists, his eyes unable to hide his anxiety.

Azerien did not speak, but looked at Leon calmly.

Go to save people? Or

Leon was tangled in his heart. He put the sword on the floor and tapped the handle with his fingers.

If he asked himself, of course he wanted to save her. He didn't want the girl to fall into the hands of the beasts of Kantadar anyway.

But now, the three of them would undoubtedly leave this place as soon as possible.

He had no reason to sacrifice the lives of two companions for a girl who was not related to him.

Besides, no matter whether he could save her or not, he didn't even know where she was being held by the Kantardars, so how could he save her?

Or what if she had already met with an accident?

Should he go to the village and ask the Kantardar soldiers if they had seen a blonde girl who was very good at fighting?

"Are you talking about Sister Olivia?" A timid voice came from the stairs.

Leon and the other two turned their heads and looked, scaring the girl who was looking out from the second floor.

"Little sister? Do you know where Miss Olivia is?" Azerien asked with a raised eyebrow.

The brown-haired girl nodded nervously, and then asked carefully: "You are the three foreigners that Sister Olivia mentioned, right? Are you going to save her?"