Knight with Wand

“.Leon!”

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

After seeing the hole in the breastplate of her partner leaning against the wall and his swaying body, she quickly reached out to steady Leon’s shoulder.

Olivia opened her eyes wide with concern and looked up and down: “Where are you injured? 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 torn open.

On the upper side of the originally delicate and smooth left arm, a large and shocking abrasion was still oozing bright red blood.

The girl secretly endured the faint pain in her abdomen after being kicked hard, and smiled reluctantly: “It’s okay, it’s just a scratch.”

Leon had to reluctantly let go.

Lohak drove the horse back to them with another partner on his back.

Looking up at his companion lying on the horse, Leon worriedly said, "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."

It's good that he's okay, Leon breathed a sigh of relief.

After confirming the safety of all his companions, he looked at the alley where Lohak had rushed to before.

"Let's go from here. While no one is watching us now, and avoid that big guy, let's go around the village market and find 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 lead slowly in front, and lead the way for everyone.

Leon, whose footsteps were weak, staggered behind with Olivia's careful support.

The journey was smooth. Even if they ran into the fleeing Kantadar soldiers, they didn't want to make trouble. They drove their horses desperately to escape the village.

As they walked, listening to the murderous eagle cries of the griffins in the distance, Leon couldn't help but think that the enemies were fleeing the village, so was there any need for them to flee?

That big guy was so smart, it had only been a few days since they last met, so he wouldn't have forgotten what the three of them looked like, right?

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

Who knows if the griffins that are now madly attacking the Kantardars will kill with bloodshot eyes.

Even domestic dogs raised from childhood will bite their owners when they get angry, let alone wild beasts that just meet by chance.

And except for Olivia, they are all wearing the armor of the Kantardar cavalry now.

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

Olivia couldn't help asking when she heard the screams echoing from the beginning and end of the village, and the sound of the giant flapping its wings in the air.

"Remember the story I told you before? I saved a griffin in the forest. If I didn't see the pattern and feather color on it 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.

"Then 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 Serian, Leon then guessed: "Rather than saying that it came to save us, it might be that it came for the gang of Kantardar people."

Recalling the dying appearance of the big guy when he encountered it before, Leon suspected that the people who attacked the griffin at the time might be related to the army of Kantardar.

In the legend, griffins are very vengeful.

Soon, everyone came to the yard where the horses were hidden before.

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

The roar of the natural enemy from afar made the horses very uneasy.

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

Holding the saddle, holding his breath, he raised his feet and tried to get on the horse.

As a result, he failed to step on the stirrups after several attempts, and was almost knocked down by the restless and turbulent 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 Cantadar warhorse, thought about it, and simply went forward, grabbed the saddle and flipped over to jump on the horse's back.

She gently pulled the reins with both hands and calmed 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, I'll take you. You probably can't ride a horse by yourself now."

Leon smiled bitterly and patted his weak legs.

Indeed, with his current physical strength, if no one helps, he will easily fall off the bumps. Falling off the horse accidentally is no joke.

He couldn't be hypocritical anymore, so he had to hold the girl's hand and, with the unexpectedly strong pull of the other party, he was able to get on the horse.

But it was really crowded.

Leon pressed against the girl's back, not knowing where to put his hands.

The seat of the saddle was not big to begin with. Now two people were riding together. If Olivia in front of him was not petite, if it were someone else, there would probably be no place to sit.

The girl seemed to notice the embarrassment of the person behind her. She turned back and reminded her generously: "It's okay, please hold me tight, it will be troublesome if you get thrown off."

"That's rude." Leon nodded embarrassedly and stretched his hand around the waist of the girl in front of him.

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

Fortunately, he was now wearing armor and iron gloves on his hands. His body was isolated by thick armor lining and chain mail, so even if he really wanted to take advantage of the girl, he couldn't.

Tsk~ What a pity

Oh no, I mean fortunately, fortunately.

Holding Olivia from behind with one hand, Leon sighed silently in his heart.

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

"It's in the nearby woods."

Lohak threw the reins and accelerated the speed with Azerien lying on the horse's back.

The figures of the Kantadar cavalry were no longer seen along the way. Perhaps they had escaped, or perhaps they had hidden.

Just like that, he rushed out of the village following Lohak who led the way.

Galloping on the dirt road, before they approached the woods outside the village, Leon heard fierce shouts from behind.

Not far down the gentle slope on the right, a familiar shirtless figure also rode 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 nobleman who was fleeing on horseback.

But at this moment, from a distance, his exposed upper body was no longer red.

The previous arrogance was gone, and only the desperate embarrassment remained.

I don't know how he escaped from the pursuit of the griffin, but looking at the other party's weak appearance, Leon made up his mind without thinking.

Enemies are on a narrow road, 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 turned back hesitantly.

"It doesn't matter, I'm not that weak yet." Leon gestured to her to rest assured.

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

Lohak glanced to the right and rear, saw the target his companion was talking about, and immediately turned his horse's head: "Azerien, hold on!"

The two riders, one in front and one behind, quickly detoured from the slope, rushed down the gentle slope, and intercepted him separately.

The sound of galloping horses in front immediately attracted Duosen's attention.

Recognizing the figure in white skirt on the horse's back, his pupils couldn't help but dilate.

At this moment, it was impossible to avoid the two riders who intercepted him in the narrow wild road below the slope.

The mood of escaping death just now fell to the bottom.

There was no magic in the gem. Now he was seriously injured and couldn't even hold the sword anymore.

Behind Olivia, Leon silently leveled the spear in his right hand and pointed it at the enemy in front.

It was a bit reluctant, and the unstable spear body was shaking.

He was about to clamp the spear under his armpit, but the spear in front of him suddenly stabilized.

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

Leon nodded silently and let go of his right hand.

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

The horse's hooves trampled, and the dust was thrown far behind.

In the eyes full of flames, there was nothing else except the sinner who slaughtered his hometown in front of him.

Duosen gritted his teeth and loosened the reins, changed the saber in his right hand to his left hand, and raised the sword despite the pain.

Clang——

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

On the country road under the scorching sun.

There was no glory, no judgment, and no contest of skills.

The spear in the girl's hand pierced the enemy's chest in such a plain way.

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

Then, like a dead dog, it fell heavily as the lance head dropped.

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

Olivia stopped the neighing warhorse, her golden hair fluttering in the wind fell on her shoulders, and the girl turned around holding the bloody spear.

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