Dust of History: Still fighting (3)

Talis waved her hand in embarrassment to defend: "It's not like that, it's because there is a very important task that needs to be followed..."

"I don't care about this, don't need to explain to me." Knight Tamik said lightly, his voice dry as wood. "I don't want to know what you are here for. As long as you avoid me, don't get in the way."

"Your Majesty has a mission?" Talis was taken aback. She understood that Knight Tamik and his templars would generally only be dispatched under the orders of His Majesty the Pope.

"You don't need to know this. Get lost." Tamik said this to Asa.

"How to get out? I haven't learned it before. Why don't you show me first." Asa looked at him and sneered. He knew very well that this should be a person who prefers to kill people with knives rather than threatening people with words, but now he is talking to him like this, asking him to get out of the way, the meaning is already obvious. Just to illustrate a point, he also has scruples, and he is not very sure. Not very sure of being able to do what they set out to do with their own interference.

In mid-air, the figure of the huge green praying mantis flying through it was already a little precarious. The flashes and roars of magical bombardment continuously lit up its huge body, and green carapace fragments and juices flew all over the sky. The miserable hissing of the praying mantis has never stopped.

Luya continuously used the leaves of the world tree on the back of the mantis to inject natural recovery magic into the mantis' body, but the vitality of the mantis was still passing away amidst the roar. The superimposed lethality of the elemental magic of dozens of magicians is enough to blow down a mountain. If Master Aiden hadn't sounded a warning, telling them to be careful of the elf above, to prevent the magic from blowing up the elf and the leaves of the world tree together, even if this praying mantis was made of fine steel, there would be no scum left.

If natural magic could have dispel or purify, the scene would definitely not be so embarrassing, maybe the magicians were the ones who were restrained. This huge war mantis was actually slowed down by the countless curses, reducing its agility and agility, and then it was treated like this as a living target.

"Huh? And the Pegasus Knight?" A magician suddenly saw a winged Pegasus figure approaching in the distance.

The winged horse doesn't seem to be afraid of the magic flying around here. Instead, he rushed straight over, and a person above was waving his hands and shouting: "Everyone, stop."

A flash of lightning struck the Pegasus from the hand of a magician. The Pegasus hissed and fell into the forest, and the screaming man on it also fell down.

"What's the name of that elf?" The old magician who split the lightning blinked his cloudy eyes and frowned at the fallen man and horse. Talk to yourself.

"It doesn't seem to be an elf, it's a person. There's another one there." A magician with better eyes next to him replied, pointing to another winged Pegasus approaching here, squinting his eyes. "Hey, the above seems to be..."

With an earth-shattering hiss, the War Mantis finally struggled desperately forward, smashing a magician who couldn't avoid it into a ball of meat paste with its huge foreleg of the sickle. At the same time, its abdomen, which was already scarred, was hit by two thunderous bombs from Master Aiden and an ice knife from a water magician at the same time. The debris flying all over the sky and the war mantis in the juice broke in two, and its huge body finally fell from the sky.

"You are not my opponent." Knight Tamik looked at Asa. He still had a dull face, like a statue, with no joy or worry, and he couldn't see any vitality or lust. On the contrary, the pitch black long knife in his hand seemed to be screaming and struggling, a bloodthirsty groan like a ghost.

"Yes, I'm not. I know." Asa also looked at Knight Tamik. He admitted this, but the gap between the two was not that great. The other party also knew this, so he wasted his time talking to him instead of cutting him in half with a knife.

Two templars sandwich him from behind. Although these two are not very high-level experts, it is enough to assist Tamik Knight from behind. Talis looked at the side a little at a loss.

"I'll say it again, get out. Otherwise, I will kill you. His Majesty the Pope only told Lancelot that he wants to live you. But he didn't tell me. Anyone who hinders me will die."

"Huh? His Majesty the Pope said to..." Asa seemed a little surprised. And at the moment when he was startled, his momentum relaxed a little, and his attention was a little vented, the Tamik knight on the opposite side had already made a move.

He didn't want to do anything because he could see that this person was not easy to deal with, and he was just unsure. Not only the feeling of fighting, but also being able to assassinate Bishop Eschael is enough to make people dreadful. Completing the mission of His Majesty the Pope is the first priority, so if you are not sure, you can try to use words or other things to let him. Stay out of the way. But since there is an excellent opportunity suddenly. Then he will definitely not let it go.

Only the dead are the least in the way, and the dead are also the most reliable. This principle has long been baked into the mind of Knight Tamik, so when the opponent's aura relaxes, he almost subconsciously makes a move.

It is because his strength has the upper hand, and the situation is also that he has the upper hand. There seems to be no reason why this blow, which took advantage of the situation, should not be successful.

There was no earth-shattering aura as soon as this knife came out, but the air was immediately filled with a faint smell of death. Even the stench and rotten smell from the fireball mixed with necromantic magic just now is completely incomparable to this.

With a soft whir, a big tree rotted. Not splintered or broken, but rotten. Like a burnt incense, it couldn't even maintain its own shape, it just fell down silently, collapsing into pieces.

Asa's clothes from his chest to his lower abdomen were also smashed into pieces. He could clearly feel how steady and deep the fighting spirit and magic power in this knife was, and it was completely integrated with the killing intent. With the amazing power after that, the close-fitting soft armor brought from the Paladins turned into flying catkins in the sky like a piece of rotten paper.

But it was just passing by. Asa turned and dodged sideways, just avoiding the sword of Tamik Knight. The knife just brushed past him with a slight difference, and smashed a big tree not far behind him, but it just missed him.

"Huh?" Knight Tamik's dull face was completely occupied for the first time.

If the knife is blocked, he will not. Although it was a blow with a perfect chance, he also knew that the opponent's strength was not enough to kill him with a sudden strike. What he wanted was a hasty resistance, so that he could completely gain the upper hand and take the initiative to continue. Step by step to prevent him from having a chance to use necromantic magic and kill him.

But the opponent actually dodged completely. For masters of their level, it was almost unimaginable that the blow that locked the target would fail. It's not just the sword that fails, but also the momentum, skill, judgment, killing intent and spirit. Only when there is a gap in strength can it be possible to completely dodge, otherwise there is only parry.

Although this opponent is not simple, his own strength is definitely not enough to do this step. The only explanation is that this opportunity is not a real opportunity, or not his opportunity, but the opponent's opportunity.

Dodging the opponent's knife has actually gained the upper hand, and the momentum has been exhausted, but Asa did not take the opportunity to attack Tamik, but turned around and ran away.

In any case, it is absolutely impossible to fight. It seems impossible for Talis to help herself, and there are two templars on the other side. Like Tamik, Asa never thought of fighting from the beginning, but he didn't want to finish or drive the opponent away, he wanted to run. Just rush to the elves, either to help them or to let them.

But if someone like Knight Tamik is fully on guard, if he turns around and runs away, it's no different from sending his neck up. That's why Asa pretended to be absent-minded and lured the opponent to make a move. After he had been prepared to dodge, this was the best chance to escape. Tamik Knight's knife just slashed naturally cannot be compared with him who has been prepared for a long time~IndoMTL.com~ He rushed into the forest with only two leaps.

As if escaping like this was not enough, Asa yelled: "Talis, good wife, hold them back for me."

Hearing this sentence, the Tamik knight and the two templars just looked at the female knight aside in surprise and wariness, but the female knight almost jumped up.

"You two, stop her for me." Knight Tamik was taken aback for a moment, and chased after Asa's back without saying a word.

Tamik rushed out unpreparedly, while the two templars pulled out their swords from their sheaths with a clang at the same time and sealed Talis. Although it is hard for them to believe this, it is a fact that the two are together, and it is also a fact that they reminded and parried each other just now. They cannot but guard against this possibility.

"Don't believe that bastard's nonsense." Taliss's face was already liver-colored, and she was furious on the spot. In fact, she was the one who most wanted to catch up, but she didn't dare to run into the swords of the two templars.

There was a scream of Pegasus in mid-air, and Asa, who was running towards the ancient tree of war, looked up, and saw a person dancing and falling from the top, right in front of him.