The Undying Death Knight failed to achieve the ending of the Heroic Spirit

The person outside the door saw that there was no response for a long time, and then with a loud "bang", the door was kicked open roughly.

The already darkening sky shone into the house, and Caster could see the scenery outside the door clearly.

The corners of her mouth turned downward.

Well, it’s really the same classic remake as last time.

Tomorrow is the last exam (sad)

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 215, Act : Wait Any Longer and You’ll Die! (Two in One)

2023-07-29

The wooden door shattered into pieces amid the wailing sound, and wood chips scattered on the ground. A flash of orange-red light pierced into the empty wooden house, clearly reflecting a hideous human face.

Fujimaru Tachika was a little startled, the person who came was not the hideous goblin goblins as expected, but the caravan leader who was traveling with him at the gate of Lihe City.

At the same time when Fujimaru Ritsuka saw the scene outside the door clearly, the other party also noticed this side. The middle-aged man with a thick beard on his face whistled happily, and his greedy and evil eyes swept across Fujimaru Ritsuka's face and turned to the other silver-haired girl hiding in Fujimaru Ritsuka's arms.

"So you are here." The man raised his shining short knife. The blood on the tip of the knife showed that he was not a kind person. He raised his chin proudly towards the two weak girls in front of him and said, "Come with us."

As soon as he finished speaking, several men rushed out from behind him, almost squeezing the narrow wooden door tightly.

The clear smell of blood in the air told everything silently. Fujimaru Ritsuka clenched his fist and tried to stand up, but before he could do that, Caster squeezed his hand silently.

Caster turned sideways and buried his face in Fujimaru Ritsuka's arms. Taking advantage of this position, Caster shook his head gently.

"Don't be impulsive."

The voice was very low, but it calmed Fujimaru Ritsuka down a little. She stared at the man outside the door with red eyes: "What did you do to the villagers here?"

But the man simply ignored Fujimaru Ritsuka. She raised her chin towards the two people behind her, and immediately two people rushed into the room, grabbed Fujimaru Ritsuka's arms and dragged him out of the door.

"you……"

Just as Fujimaru Ritsuka was about to scold him, he was slapped in the face.

"elder sister!"

The weak female voice had a hint of crying, and Caster let out a short cry of pain as he was carried out of the house by the arms.

As soon as I was dragged out of the door, I could clearly feel the waves of heat coming towards me.

The helplessness and confusion on Caster's face became more real. She originally thought that the orange light outside was the sunset in the evening, but she never imagined that it was a man-made arson.

The two were pushed forward, and from time to time men joined in, escorting several young women from the village.

House after house was set on fire, lighting up almost half of the sky.

Caster lowered his head and waited to blend in with the sobbing village girls, not even bothering to fake cry.

She kept an eye on Fujimaru Ritsuka's movements. Fortunately, the girl was still obedient and did not make any more noise.

The leader scanned the young girls in his custody one by one, and finally stopped at Fujimaru Ritsuka with satisfaction: "Ah, this is really a great harvest... No tails left, right?"

As he said the last sentence, he looked at the young man beside him with a scrutinizing gaze.

"Kill all those who should be killed."

Hearing these words, the village girls who had been suppressing their crying began to sob louder, and the girls listened to the sobs one after another with satisfaction.

The young man wisely shut up and asked a few people to open the bulging bags. A disgusting smell of corruption came out.

The bag did not contain the goods that the other party initially claimed, but a wrinkled goblin corpse.

The goblins were dumped out, and the ugly green creatures rolled on the ground and lay diagonally. Suddenly, there were several more corpses in the originally empty square.

Caster looked at the scene with interest - he thought it was just a bandit disguised as a businessman, but he didn't expect it to be a remnant of the gang?

Being able to collect such a large number of goblin corpses, there is no doubt that the caravan in front of them once served in a certain knight order. It’s just unknown whether they belonged to the Hundred Knights King or some other miscellaneous lord.

But I thought of using goblins to confuse people...

"Before those damn Camelot knights come, take this batch of goods and leave."

The bearded man spoke to the deputy beside him, and at the same time he walked towards Fujimaru Tachika with a grinning grin.

——Although I am working for the lord, I can still keep one or two good things.

Obviously, his target is Fujimaru Ritsuka.

Suddenly Caster could no longer keep her mindset of watching the show. She glanced at the last ray of sunset in the sky and couldn't help but clench her teeth.

——Wait a little longer.

Moreover, in order to leave the village as soon as possible, he would not—

The bearded man put his hands on Fujimaru Ritsuka's body, hugged the girl's shoulders and wanted to force her onto the horse's back.

Seeing that the other party was trying to perform a two-line operation, Caster immediately raised her head, but happened to see the panicked Fujimaru Ritsuka also looking at her.

Caster glanced diagonally to the side at an extremely fast speed. The setting sun still retained its last corner firmly.

——Be patient a little longer!

At most, he would be taken advantage of. If he told Fujimaru Ritsuka afterwards that he did it all for the sake of saving Renri, given his personality, he would definitely...

A cold wind brushed her cheek as a man walked past her, escorting Fujimaru Ritsuka.

The scent of Fujimaru Ritsuka brushed past her nose, as if saying his final farewell.

She looked up again, but the setting sun seemed to want to see this scene and always retained the last ray of burning light, which together with the surrounding houses that were quietly burning, dispelled the darkness in the distance.

My chest felt as if it was burned by fire.

"Hey, hairy monkey."

She suddenly spoke and turned to look at the bearded man who had just passed by her.

The abnormality on her side quickly attracted the attention of several other robbers, and they approached her while shouting.

Caster took a deep breath and put on a wicked smile on his face: "Hey, I'm calling you, long-haired monkey. If you are so impatient to get horny, you have to find a good partner. You have to evolve at least 100,000 times to erase the species gap between you and her."

"You guy-!"

After finally realizing that he was being scolded, the bearded man pushed Fujimaru Ritsuka to the ground and drew the dagger from his waist.

Caster was not afraid at all. She reached out and pulled off her hood, lifting the silver hair beside her ears. The bearded man and other robbers who were rushing around stopped at the same time after seeing the elf's pointed ears that were obviously different from those of humans. Not only these men, but also the women who were originally crying shut their mouths, widened their eyes and retreated a distance in fear.

Caster's expression remained unchanged as he noticed everything around him.

"Ah, sorry, sorry, I said the wrong thing." Caster's voice gradually became more brazen. She observed the situation of Fujimaru Ritsuka with her peripheral vision, but she did not show any sign of weakness: "I should say that if you try to evolve another 100,000 times, you should be qualified to be brought over to breed with the goblins."

"Humanoid... fairy."

The bearded man bent down as if facing a great enemy and held the dagger in front of him, but then he sneered: "But you should be more afraid of encountering the knights of Camelot than we are, right?"

"I'm sorry, your vulgar tone made me..."

Before she could finish her sentence, Caster felt a headache, and then a feeling of dizziness filled her brain. She tried to keep herself balanced, and immediately turned her head to see the man who was about to punch her again.

The gem-like red in her pupils faded instantly, and her two eyes, one blue and one gold, stared directly at the man in front of her.

“I’m extremely afraid of pain.”

The voice became gentle and weak, and the man who was about to throw a second punch showed a confused look on his face when he heard the voice.

A look of struggle flashed across his face, and then he suddenly stepped forward and used his body to help Caster block the sword coming from the front. Taking advantage of the brief gap between the two bandits pulling and tugging at each other, Caster punched the opponent's crotch, and the short spike hidden in his hand instantly sank into the flesh. With two "thumps", the two bodies fell one after the other. Using the two men's bodies as cover, Caster quickly retreated.

"Go together!"

The brief battle just now allowed the bearded leader to see some clues. He commanded the rest of his men to rush forward, but he noticed the opponent's eyes shining brightly in the dark.

Caster hid among the peasant women around her. As she ran, a notebook floated up into the air, but it was well concealed by the chaotic crowd.

The number of robbers was much larger after all, and even with the cover of the dim sky, Caster was surrounded by that bright silver hair in an instant.

At this time, the setting sun finally sank into the ground and the sky became completely dark.

Then, one head after another seemed to be slashed by an invisible blade, and large streams of blood spurted out from their necks and instantly covered the ground.

Amid the falling bodies and spilled blood, only the bearded man at the back was left. He subconsciously took half a step back, but the next moment he felt his body lighten, and then his five limbs were torn into pieces in an instant, shattered by the wind blades.

The torso with only a head left fell to the ground, and the intense pain finally came to him. Before he could scream, the violent wind went into his lungs and chest through his open mouth. But the wind still continued to rush into his lungs until his chest swelled up high, as if his lungs were about to burst out from his ribs.

Caster stepped on the other's bulging lungs, and the girl's eyes showed a cruel and violent light in the dark night.

"Now, it's dark."

As she spoke, she did not forget to stomp hard with her feet. Looking at the other person's livid face, Caster's smile became more gentle.

Caster bent down and slapped the other person in the face, followed by a second slap, and a third slap. Loud slaps followed one after another, as if in retaliation for the slap that the other person had just given to Fujimaru Ritsuka.

"Caster..."

Fujimaru Ritsuka suddenly spoke up, and she signaled with her eyes, but Caster gave her a reassuring look in return.

"This was originally a magic used against Tristan."

She stepped back a few steps and said regretfully, the sixth page of the magic handbook floating beside her gradually became blank.

With a snap of her fingers, the bearded man's lungs, which had expanded to the extreme, exploded, and bloody filth spilled out.

——Qiang!

Caster's expression didn't change at all. She smiled and turned her head to look at the somewhat surprised young man with purple hair.

The Wind Whispering Magic faithfully guarded Caster, helping her to block the sword that was slashing from above.

"You've been watching it for so long, and you're finally willing to come out?"

She closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, a divine light flashed in her pupils again.

"As a knight, you just allowed the bandits to bully us. Sir Knight, why did you just watch..."

There was a moment of trance on the face of the purple-haired man, but the trance soon subsided, but it was only a moment of stupor, and his sword had been taken away by the wind.

"Then we'll have a fair fight."

The notebook and the sword floated around Caster, one on each side. She stretched out her hand to touch the sword but could clearly sense its resistance.

"A sword made by the Fairy of the Lake..."

Caster saw the Divine Protection of the Fairy of the Lake on the sword, which could be regarded as an anti-counterfeit mark, and a flash of reminiscence appeared in his eyes.

"Knight Lancelot, is it your turn?"

"I'm not a knight." Lancelot said stiffly. He stepped back a few steps and walked to the side of a bandit. He hooked the dagger that fell on the ground with his foot, half bent down to pick it up. His eyes never left Caster from beginning to end.

But contrary to Lancelot's expectations, the half-elf, who was despicable enough to use charm, now watched him rearm.

Lancelot felt relieved when he had his weapon again.

"Aren't you still a knight? Then why are you chasing me? I was also classified as a fairy by humans."

"I came to you on a mission from the Fairy of the Lake and the Fairy of the Mirror - the human who killed the fairies of the Rain Clan."

Pursing his lips, Caster raised his hand and scattered air currents rushed towards Lancelot. The invisible wind blades that could easily kill the bandits instantly had no effect on Lancelot. He calmly blocked the wind blades one by one as if he could see everything, and at the same time moved forward.

Caster counted silently in her mind as she moved the wind blades to block Lancelot's other positions and used [Indestructible Lake Light] to block Lancelot's path, causing the two swords to collide with each other.

Obviously it didn't use much effort, even just a very ordinary collision, but with a crisp sound, Fanpin's dagger broke under the collision with [Indestructible Lake Light], Lancelot had to use the hilt of the sword to block the turbulent The coming wind blade retreated at the same time.

He used the force of the hilt to roll on the ground and grasped the sword again.

The overwhelming wind blades rushed towards Lancelot one after another. Caster did not hold back. Although Lancelot defended desperately, his weapon was still destroyed under the overwhelming attack.

Controlling the wind to blow away the weapons around Lancelot, Caster took the initiative to step forward this time. The wind dragged her body and she instantly arrived in front of Lancelot.

There was a gleam of light in her eyes again, and confusion once again appeared on Lancelot's face.

[Indestructible Lake Light], driven by the wind, slashed towards Lancelot's shoulder.

The purple-haired man suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed the sword blade. Blood gushed out from the wound, but Lancelot seemed not to hear it. He changed the movement of his hands and easily grabbed the hilt. A dazzling light flashed on the sword, and the blade rubbed out a dazzling blue, cutting off a few strands of silver hair.

"Tsk." Caster clicked his tongue a little: "Even if you're just an ordinary human being now, you still can't subdue it easily."

——But it’s just a bit of a hassle…it’s not enough to use another storage magic.

Caster made a conclusion after estimating the duration of the wind whispering magic. She turned around and wanted to ask Fujimaru Ritsuka to stay a little further away.

On the other side, Lancelot, who had learned his lesson once, did not rush forward this time. He bent down and stared at Caster warily, but he could not wait for the next move of the [despicable half-elf loli].

He was a little confused, and when he looked up, he found that Caster's eyes were not on him at all.