"Damn half-elves, dare to offend the dignity and lives of nobles, you have a lot of courage, I will propose to Young Master Bentham, break your arm, and put you in the colossal part of the gladiatorial arena. ”

The knight approached on foot, and there was a cold voice of contempt.

The spades under the seat of 'Boom, Boom ......' snorted from time to time, and retreated a little uneasily, as if sensing the biological consciousness of a dangerous predator, and Loki could not appease it for a while.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Spender rushed over quickly, and when the half-elf had just changed his two-handed sword weapon, he had already circled to the side and stabbed the horse's belly with the knight's sword.

'Boom!' There was a loud metal clash as Loki's 'Frost Sorrow' broadsword in his hand saved his mount's life with a standard parry.

"I said I would capture you alive, lowly half-elf......"

The griffin knight sword in Spender's hand had a swift effect, and its speed was comparable to that of a nimble one-handed sword, only to see a flash of silver light, and the thick spine of the sword changed its target this time and smashed it towards the half-elf.

With the help of spatial vision, Loki prepared in advance, and the broadsword blocked in front of him, trying to defuse the reaction force of the block.

At the same time, his legs slammed into the horse's back, and Spade felt the command of his master, and the threat of the knight next to him, shook off his hooves and took a big stride forward.

"Hold on, Loki, we've got you covered......"

On the small sailboat on the river, Bilbohm struggled to control the sails, and with the cooperation of the cats and orcs, he approached the river bank with a little breeze.

The heavy footsteps approached quickly, and the short starting speed made the knight even faster than the horse beast that was good at running.

"You can't escape!" the knight's sword that grew out of it once again threatened the half-elves.

Loki pressed the saddle with one hand, his movements were smooth and agile, and his whole body jumped directly from the horse's back, and at the same time, a two-handed sword 'slash', and struck Spen head-on.

The knight, who had a fighting instinct, immediately made a resistance move, a collision of steel and power, his arms sank, and he also felt the pressure of the half-elf.

But that's all!!!

After a short fight, he could feel that the half-elf was at most an apprentice hovering at the threshold of a professional, and the advantages of strength and body were irreplaceable.

The sharp 'Frost Sorrow' stabbed into the chest, but was grazed by the knight's sword, reducing its strength, and then being held against the thick and sturdy breastplate.

With the blessing of the power of the knight's bloodline, the reaction force on the knight's breastplate even brought Loki a little pain from a wrist contusion.

Spender looked at the half-elf with contempt, and raised the griffin knight's sword without dodging, slashing at the other's shoulder.

Loki couldn't ignore it, his body dodged slightly sideways, and at the same time withdrew his two-handed broadsword, and made a block movement on it.

'Ding!' There was a strange sound of metal, and the half-elf's carefully modified 'Frost Sorrow' broadsword was actually cut off by the knight's sword from the middle.

Fortunately, the agility of the half-elf is not low, but the weapon is damaged, and if it is not for the timely spatial visual response, such an attack will cause him serious injuries.

'Strong', 'swift' and 'sharp', of course Loki remembered the weapon characteristics of the 'Griffin Knight's Sword' introduced by the auctioneer, which was the standard weapon of the Griffin Knights with the participation of the court alchemist, which was not inferior to the weapons produced by some dwarven masters.

The horse beast's sense of hearing and smell is more developed, and the spade is even more cunning and shrewd, and when it senses the halfling it has seen on the river, it immediately abandons its master and runs to the shore.

Loki didn't care about teaching his mount a lesson, threw down half of his two-handed sword, and removed the titanium shield from his back, while drawing the Indian tomahawk on his chest.

"Half-elf, you remind me of a gladiator slave, this is really the right profession for you......"

Knight Spencer sneered, feeling a hot current of blood in his body, and he began to stride forward to attack.

'Bang!' There was a huge pressure on his arm, but after the rebirth of the limb in his left hand, the strength was not inferior to that of his right arm, and he could barely resist it with a round shield.

'Boom, ......boom' huge metal crash sounds came and went.

The breathing had become heavy, and the sweat had soaked the red scarf covering his face, but those deep gray eyes exuded an incomparably firm will.

In terms of martial arts, there is not much disadvantage, and the Indian tomahawk also has a certain threat, and there are exchanges at the beginning of the fight.

But the half-elf is not a professional after all, and there is still a big gap in terms of physical attributes.

Fortunately, with the optimization of sensory vision, as well as the various martial arts skills he is proficient in, he can barely resist it with a difference of 3~4 levels in strength.

The knight's martial arts skills are very proficient, and the attack is like a storm, and the Indian battle axe, which has slowed down, has been cut off at once, leaving only half of the wooden handle, which looks a little ridiculous.

Not only was his strength suppressed, but for the first time, Loki also experienced a great disadvantage in terms of equipment and weapons, making it difficult to bring into play the characteristics of the weapon master's profession.

"The struggle ends here......"

Spender's patience ran out, and just as the half-elf was about to change weapons again, the griffin longsword, with his rapid movements, stabbed straight through.

'Zi ......' There was a harsh sound of metal rubbing, and the metal round shield mixed with titanium alloy was actually pierced, revealing a sharp sword tip on the back.

'Bang!' A black shadow flew over and slammed into the knight's forehead, leaving a crimson mark.

It turned out to be a halfling who had reached the shore of the boat, found a large pebble with an egg on the shore, and waved the slinging to help his half-elf friend out of the siege.

'Roar!' At close range, Loki erupted into a battle cry, a gladiator's skill taught by his teacher, Deyor.

The knight Spender, who was originally in pain in his head, was in a state of dizziness for a moment because of the tremor of this battle cry.

There was a sharp force from his waist to his arm, and while twisting the round shield of his arm, he also snatched the griffin knight's sword from above.

The 'Mercenary Heel' turned with flexible and powerful steps, and the half-elf used the inertia of the movement to slightly soar into the air.

'Lethal Roundhouse Kick!'

Not only is the speed extremely fast, but the movement is abnormally stretched. The half-elf picked up one of its right legs, almost parallel to the ground as standard.

This professional knight is powerful, but with a moment's natural skill, he doesn't have time to dodge at all, and the heel of the sturdy cowhide boot kicks him in the face fiercely.

'Boom!' the knight spun into the air and fell to the ground with a thud of flesh like an ogre's hammer ramming into it.

With the blessing of the power of the half-elf, the inevitable knockdown characteristic of the innate skill actually produced a surprising effect.

The wounded knight Spender, although he did not completely faint, struggled to get up for a while, but could only grin and let out low curses, such as: lowly half-elf, mongrel and the like......

"This, this, this difficult aristocratic lackey turned out to be ......"

The sailboat was leaning against the shore, and the vision of the halfling and the cat orcs was beyond that of ordinary humans, and they couldn't help but be a little stunned when they saw the scene of the battle being reversed in an instant.

Loki didn't stop, stepped on the damaged titanium round shield again, and with a sharp force of his arms, he directly pulled out the unscathed 'Griffin Knight's Sword'.

"I'm tired of hearing your kind of chatter, noble knight. Still, I love your weapons, and I just have my gold left......"

The unique breathing method mastered by endurance increased the amount of oxygen exchange in the lungs, and while the half-elf spoke, the standard movements mastered by the sword slashed at the knight who was struggling on the ground.

A painful howl, accompanied by a splash of blood, along with the arm of the metal gauntlet, was actually chopped off by the knight's sword.

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