Seeing the blue scimitar slashing towards him, Moriarty subconsciously wanted to dodge sideways. However, although Moriarty's consciousness is not slow, his body, which has only gradually become stronger, cannot make synchronized movements. Even though he barely avoided the vital point of the neck, a large area of his chest was still exposed to the blade.

"How daring!"

At the critical moment, Hamilton, who had been guarding Moriarty's side, made a big move. I saw a "lion's head halo" suddenly light up at his feet, and in the faint sound of a lion's roar, Hamilton's knight's greatsword slashed at the turquoise scimitar with a touch of blood-red.

"Dang!"

Swords and swords. Under the ferocious swing of the Scarlet Knight's greatsword, the blue blade was directly picked up, and even the thin figure of the sneak attacker also flew up.

Without pause, Hamilton spun his sword and stabbed straight at the enemy.

"Huh!"

In an instant, the knight's greatsword had already hit the emaciated figure in mid-air.

However, just when everyone thought that the battle was over, they suddenly saw a flower in front of them, and an extremely fast black shadow suddenly rushed down from the sky, heading straight towards the location of Viscount Salk. At the same time, another, smaller, narrower, yet more deadly turquoise blade poked out of the shadow's hand, aiming for the viscount's uncovered face.

It was only then that a rather wide black robe was twisted into pieces under the blade of the knight's greatsword, and fluttered down from the air.

"Ha, sandworm, you've finally come out!" As the real target of the sneak attacker, Viscount Salk laughed excitedly.

Amid the laughter, a silver rectangular war hammer covered with vertical and horizontal scars silently appeared in the old man's palm.

"Whew!"

In the next second, with an incomparable storm, the silver warhammer roared and swept away towards the black shadow and the blue blade like a thunderous plow. What's even more surprising is that there seem to be countless fierce electric sparks on the surface of the warhammer. In the flickering light, everything around him became extremely clear.

"Woman..."

At this time, Moriarty also saw clearly that the sneak attacker who wanted to cut off his neck turned out to be a petite girl.

"Humph!"

It seemed that he was surprised by the viscount's powerful combat power, and more like he did not want to clash head-on with the terrifying thunderbolt warhammer, only to hear the girl's hoarse snort, and its originally straight forward figure suddenly slid out of a steep arc with incredible agility and maneuver, and flashed the warhammer in between and bombarded. It's just that a few long flowing hairs turned into charcoal when they were swept by the viscount's war hammer.

At this time, Hamilton's knight's greatsword pursued again, more ferocious and fierce than before.

After all, there is no need to pay attention to chivalry in the case of despicable sneak attackers.

Seeing that it was impossible to be hit by the front and back, the girl didn't stop anymore, and directly turned over and ran to the other side, intending to break through.

However, at this time, the surrounding noble soldiers and swordsmen had also arrived, and immediately surrounded the sneak attackers in the middle. And under the siege, even though the girl is extremely agile, she can't clash in a short period of time. He could only keep wandering, dodging as much as he could, and trying to run away from Hamilton and Viscount Salk. And the girl's eyes continued to glance in the direction of the Knight of the Round Table, as if she was extremely afraid of the horseman.

"She was the one who killed the McMara Knight." Hamilton had no intention of continuing the pursuit, and looking at the sneak attackers in siege, he put away his broadsword and remained quietly by Moriarty's side.

"Although this female bug is young, she sneaks without revealing any taste, which is good." On the side, Viscount Salk held a war hammer in his hand, nodded and said, also did not make another move. …,

And the dragon lancer on the other side didn't even glance at it.

Seeing that the three most powerful knights present did not move, the girl breathed a sigh of relief, and at the same time, her eyes sharpened, and she burst out more rapidly.

But at this moment, a series of low, clear incantations came slowly from the air.

Immediately, the girl's cold hair stood on end, and she brandished two blue blades as if she had gone crazy, and rushed straight ahead, even at the expense of several injuries, trying to escape into the shadows that were not far away.

It's a pity that the speed of the girl's breakthrough is not as fast as the speed of Moriarty's spell.

When the girl successfully broke out of the encirclement, the sound of the spell also happened to stop abruptly at this time.

In an instant, the girl's long brown hair rose without wind, and the sprinting posture that was originally facing away from Moriarty and the others flipped over in an instant, turning into facing everyone. At the same time, its slender arms slammed into its chest, and the blood vessels in its arms continued to protrude and writhe, like spasmodic earthworms. And a pair of black eyes turned into a blue shirt, a screen street spring, phosphorus lotus, badger, neon, Zhu Lang blue (16), four americium, slang, slang, sparse

"Smack!"

Almost at the same moment, the brilliant glow of the magic arrow pierced the night sky, striking the center of the crossed arms that the girl was covering in front of her.

"Park!"

The blood mixed with the magical glow that scattered like stardust was like a strange flower blooming on the girl's chest. However, unlike the previous "arrow" White, although the girl was also upright and was bombarded by Moriarty's magic, but while vomiting blood, she used the power of the explosion to bounce directly into the shadows behind, and then disappeared again after a few ups and downs.

"Madness? It turned out to be a half-breed Beamon... Ha, this female bug doesn't seem to be simple. Looking at the rapidly disappearing back of the sneak attacker, Viscount Salk snorted.

"You mean, orcs?" Although one of his magic arrows did not take down the opponent at once, Moriarty didn't care, exhaled slowly, and turned to the old man.

"Don't you think so?" The viscount glanced at Moriarty with a smirk.

"Not really." Moriarty shook his head.

Although Moriarty had never seen a half-orc before, according to the Continental Chronicles, most of these human-orc-orc hybrids were barbaric and vulgar, stout, and ugly. And the sneak attack girl just now obviously doesn't have any of the above characteristics. Although it was only a cursory glance, Moriarty could still roughly grasp the basic characteristics of the other party. However, what is puzzling is that the talented girl took a magic arrow, relying on Beamon's unique madness transformation. Therefore, it is not wrong for Viscount Salk to call the girl Beamon.

"Maybe it's a mutated mongrel, who knows, a hybrid of Sand Worm and Beamon, hehe." The old man said nonchalantly.

"The man you're looking for... It's in the hands of the female sand thief. At this time, the one-armed man on the other side said in a deep voice, his voice was already a little choppy.

"Charlie, find her." As soon as he heard this, Viscount Salk immediately looked solemn and said in a loud voice.

"Yes, sir." As soon as the shadow rode his mount, he turned and galloped towards a nearby wood.

At this time, the one-armed man who had been seriously injured and had supported him until now finally couldn't support it anymore and fell down with a "snap". Soon, the crimson blood completely soaked the dirt beneath him.

"May I ask who the knight is—" Moriarty asked Viscount Salk as he looked at the forest lit up by the golden light of the dragon lance.

"Charlie is my chief of guard and served with me in the Southeastern Legion." The Viscount smiled faintly.

"Charlie, the Spear of the Dawn, is considered by the Kingdom to be the most likely Knight of the Round Table to attack the Templar within a decade. He is a role model for my generation. Hamilton looked in the direction of the shadow and saluted solemnly. …,

"Hehe, 'Lionheart' Hamilton, if I'm not mistaken, you're almost at level eight, right? It's just a step away from the Knights of the Round Table. Viscount Salk seemed to have a pretty good impression of Hamilton, and smiled.

"Levels eight and nine, although they sound like they are only a stone's throw away, is the gap between the middle and high levels. There are thousands of middle-level knights in the history of the kingdom, but how many can actually cross this line and join the 'round table'? Besides, my generation is still far from the top of the intermediate level. Hamilton bowed politely to Viscount Salk's appreciation, but his words were unusually calm, and at the same time he turned his eyes to the one-armed man in front of him who had gradually lost his breath in the pool of blood.

"Humility, honor, sacrifice, valor, mercy, honesty, spirit, justice. As long as you always hold the heart of a knight, I believe that day will never be far away. The old man looked at Hamilton and said word for word.

"I'm convinced of that." Moriarty also said.

"Thank you, both of you." Hamilton nodded in acknowledgment.

And at this moment, there was a sudden burst of golden mangs in the woodland in the distance. Then a panicked cry came from the forest.

"Look, Charlie has caught the bug." Viscount Salk smiled.

"The perception of a high-ranking warrior is enough to break through most of the hiding and concealment. Unless it's a Templar or a Grand Arcanist, no one can haunt the Knights of the Round Table at will. Seeing that Moriarty's eyes were slightly puzzled, Hamilton explained.

"That's right." Moriarty nodded.

"Look, the female bug has been driven back."

With the words of Viscount Salk, I saw that the girl who had managed to break through and escape rushed out of the forest at a hurry on a bantam horse. Behind her, Charlie, the Knight of the Round Table, followed unhurriedly, while the iconic golden dragon lance occasionally clicked the girl's back a few times, as if driving away cattle and sheep.

"You, let me go, or kill him!"

The girl, who had finally been forced back into the encirclement by Charlie, was no longer calm, her eyes were red, and she looked at Viscount Salk, Moriarty, Hamilton and others with red eyes and anger, and shouted loudly. At the same time, a Luo Yanta, who was tied to the back of the horse, was pulled over, and the blue curved edge was immediately pressed against the throat of the captive

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