Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 97 Meteorite Hammer

Not far away, the group of horses neighed, the sound of horseshoes, roars, boasting and cursing mixed together, swords and swords were shadowed, and bones were broken.

But the two people at this end were crawling in the snow, motionless like two stones on the ground.

Cyril stared at the nearest necromancer, and his guess was completely correct.The soul fire in its head was so fragile that it seemed to be blown out by the wind at any time, and its movements were sluggish and clumsy, as if it was still in the process of transforming from an ordinary undead to a necromancer, and even its will had not yet fully awakened.

The surrounding skeletons approached there one after another because of the commotion of the crowd, and suddenly there were no other skeletons around it.

The other two necromancers are not far away, and it is the same situation as it.

"Erina, get ready, you kill the nearest one, I'll kill the furthest one first, and then attack the one in the middle—"

Cyril said softly, the girl beside him nodded vigorously, and then he began to slowly focus his consciousness on the farthest skeleton.

Spell Meteor Hammer——

Rogues have many magical skills, but it is the first time for Cyril to cast spells in reality.

The first step of casting a spell: building a spell model, using magic to build a frame that can fill it with elements—

Cyril tried to control the magic power in his body. These beings collectively referred to as "MP" in the game were just rough fillers in the hands of warriors, but they were like light elves in the hands of mages.Although he has simulated this step before, he has no idea about the actual operation.

But at this moment, when he was staring at the front, above the skeleton, he unexpectedly found that everything was smoother than he had imagined.The gusts of wind from the previous investigation rang in his ears again. He listened to every gust of wind and watched the wind gradually gather above the head of the necromancer.

The streams of wind intertwined back and forth until a long-handled warhammer was condensed into shape, and the streamer of light swirled in the indigo color. It was a spell model that he could only see.

Construct the model frame with magic power, and then fill it with elements to complete the spell——

While Cyril was thinking, the winds circling in the air seemed to hear the bell of the cafeteria, and the winds who were still performing their duties or wandering back and forth aimlessly turned their spears in an instant, and turned towards the Meteor Hammer. The spell models to be filled swarmed away, and they were filled to the brim in the blink of an eye.

The entire process only took a few seconds, and in the second half, Cyril didn't even need to rely on his own spirit to maintain the stability of the spell. The warhammer was so "comfortably" hung in the air, waiting for his As soon as the hand fell down, it smashed the necromancer below into pieces.

He couldn't help touching his nose. The simplicity of casting spells in the real world was far beyond his imagination, and he even felt...

Just have a hand?

In his impression, the Meteor Hammer should be a long-distance, long-casting time, medium-damage, medium-control spell. How could it be completed in just a few strokes?
But at this time, Cyril also has no time to consider whether he is gifted somewhere else. After all, talent is as uncontrollable as his good looks, and it is natural.

He made sure that the necromancer would not suddenly shift, and then whispered:

"Erina, get ready—do it!"

The body of the girl beside him was tense, and she rushed towards the nearest necromancer the moment his voice fell.The scarlet long sword danced into a dazzling red light in the air, and passed through the necromancer's chest the moment he hadn't turned his stiff body, and then the soaring flames engulfed the entire bone.

Cyril's movements were even crisper, he just swung his arm down like this.The warhammer hanging high in the air fell down like a falling sword of Damocles, smashing the bones beneath it with a whistling sound of wind, and the gale contained in it turned into a blade, smashing the unescaped The scattered soul fire was cut into pieces.

And he didn't stagnate at all, and rushed out the moment he cast his spell. The necromancer in the middle was like a dull lamb that fell into the mouth of a wolf at this moment, and he couldn't stand it in front of the silver-bladed holy blade that shone with silver light. It doesn't even require sword skills and swordsmanship, just such a pure thrust forward, the familiar sense of power to kill undead is wrapped around the sword edge.

"I'll take care of it here!" Elena cut down a nearby skeleton with a sword, and the necromancer she was in charge of was nothing but fly ash.

Cyril nodded to her, and made a gesture to join the group of mercenaries and soldiers of the Dragon Legion. Suddenly, he felt a chill in his heart, and he subconsciously turned his gaze to the source of the inexplicable palpitations—the other end that had been captured The skeleton he had killed, the soul-fire annihilated, hung its head down, still hanging from the blade of his sword.

Cyril immediately flicked his sword, throwing it off his own sword.This blow was so powerful that the skull flew high, drew an arc in the air, and landed where they came from.

But the sense of uneasiness did not diminish at all, and even became stronger——

Cyril was holding the sword, and the surrounding wind became extremely noisy at this moment. Just now he was able to use the wind to hear the mixed voices not far away, and distinguish the cursing and screaming of the half-lizard man Acheson , but at the moment he couldn't hear anything.

There was only the howling of the frenzied wind, rushing towards him from high above, from left and right, from the ground, and from everywhere.The sound of the wind combined different sounds in a chaotic way, and he held his breath to listen, but what he heard in an instant was a sharp howling sound, trying to penetrate his head like a drill!
"I found you!"

He gritted his teeth tightly and stopped breathing for a while, but the voice seemed to never stop, and it hit his ears, his mind, and even his soul like a tide.

He is like a solitary boat in a strong wind and waves, swallowed and thrown by the sea, rolled up and thrown by the strong wind, all he can do at this moment is hold the side of the boat with both hands, so as not to be thrown off the solitary boat !
"I found you! I found you! I found you!"

"Give it back to me!"

This sound sounded like thunder in Cyril's mind, and his consciousness almost collapsed because of it.But a holy silver light suddenly lit up on the hanging long sword in his hand, which made him wake up for a moment——

The young man bit the tip of his tongue violently, shaking his whole body, and then he raised his long sword, and a silver light invisible to the naked eye spread from his side, covering an area with a diameter of five meters around his body:
Halo·Heart of the Silver Blade Knight, function: firm will, soul immunity——

The howling sound from the wind and emptiness was diluted for a moment, and then he heard a clear and anxious voice repeatedly shouting:
"Cyril, Cyril, Cyril!"

His arms were shaking, his clothes were being pulled, and then a pair of somewhat cold hands covered his face, followed by two loud bangs——

Cyril's body trembled, and then he opened his eyes.

The blond girl in front of him bit her lips tightly, her beautiful purple eyes were full of panic, and one hand still rested on his face, leaving a red mark on it.

"call……"

Cyril let out a long breath, he shook his arms, reached out and stroked the girl's head under the joyful eyes of the girl, then turned around and looked at the source of everything——

The flying skull was facing them.

In the skull, the faint blue soul fire kept jumping.

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So cold, so cold, so cold.

Continue to write later.

(End of this chapter)