The rabble bandits were solved by Evans and the others. When Cyril walked out of the station, he saw Evans stably piercing the last bandit's chest with a steady sword. A few blood stars were splashed on his face, and there was no sign of any compassion or hesitation.

This is in line with his identity. After clearly knowing that the identity of these bandits was "desergeant", Evans's fighting spirit was very firm.

Cyril even suspected that this group of bandits who had not received sufficient training from the Wandering Knights and had not been updated in equipment, would not even Evans not be able to fight for the fun after being soaked by Mia's water mixed with a bunch of debuff powder?

"Is it going well?" Cyril asked loudly to Evans, who pulled out the sword, wiped the blood from the opponent's collar, and waved to Cyril: "Smooth, smooth, I killed eleven, and the dwarfs killed nine."

From a distance, I heard the dwarf shouting angrily: "It was the little girl who stole my three heads, and I killed twelve of them, twelve of them!"

"Little girl?" Cyril was puzzled, and Evans smiled relaxedly on his face: "It was Mia and Misha. They knocked three of them to death with a staff. Don't say, that elf, her staff must have been practiced... Are elves very good at spear techniques?"

"The Elf Knights were the strongest Knights on the mainland many years ago, what do you think?" Cyril responded, and then whispered loudly: "Miss Mia, please come here!"

Then, the mage girl not far away hurriedly carrying the hem of the mage's robe. Her little face was rarely filled with rosy rosy, and she looked like Caroline had eaten a delicious rabbit and showed off excitedly:

"Mr. Wei, I succeeded, I succeeded!"

"Yeah, well done, well done," Cyril praised, and then said, "Come in with me, someone needs you to clean it."

He led Mia to the stadium. The blood on the ground made Mia exclaim, but she immediately said in surprise: "Is this the Wandering Knight? Mr. Wei, you defeated him?"

"It was basically killed by Tymonson alone." Cyril replied.

He had originally planned to fight hard with the wandering knight, but he didn't expect that the griffin knight he hired was much better than he thought - after all, who knew that someone would use the magic-breaking gun for the griffin to fight in the field, and with the blessing of the Earth Dragon Spear Technique, his combat power was so amazing.

It would be hard to die if such a thick gun penetrated through the entire waist.

But the death of the Wandering Knight made Cyril feel inexplicably sighed. He could see the other party's strong hatred for Osaint Emma. It is estimated that the order of Holy Metaphor has been completely destroyed in the battle of Osaint Emma, ​​and he may be the only survivor.

As a result, even the opponent he fought in the end did not know his name.

He directed Miss Mia to clean the thick plasma. With this layer of things, he couldn't even see what the Wandering Knight looked like. Mia washed the water on the Wandering Knight's face neatly, but after a moment, she exclaimed:

"Mr. Wei, look at me!"

Cyril hurriedly stepped forward, but saw a nearly withered face exposed in the washed-up helmet - the flesh on his face was sunk inward, his eye sockets protruded outward, and his skin was as thin as a layer of paper.

"His vitality... seems to have been exhausted." Cyril hesitated for a moment and made such an inference, "He is almost the same as a walking zombie..."

This immediately made Cyril think of the resentment as it was. At this time, he made an assumption that if Tymonsen's spear was not penetrated and the wandering knight was directly "killed" the latter, the combat effectiveness would increase sharply under the inflated resentment...

But the actual resentment often appears on the undead creatures - those direct undead controlled by lichs, or the terrifying knights who have been struggling and promoted, resentment is their right-hand assistants in battle.

In other words, this Holy Metaphor Knights was not completely destroyed by the hands of Aosaint Emma, ​​and the factors of the undead...

Cyril became more and more troubled the more he thought about it. Fortunately, he could be sure that the Knights of the Holy Metaphor were not destroyed by this invasion of the undead. The time of tracing back should be twenty years ago. The place of destruction was in the Moshi Desert - he could not determine the name of this desert for a while, and could only confirm that it was not on the territory of La Rochelle.

He then fumbled on the Wandering Knight's body for a moment and found a pendant that he had carried close to him, a space prop. When he injected magic power into it, a pile of things fell out of the space, and then the pendant exploded and turned into a pile of debris.

Cyril counted the things: some seaside shells and conchs, dozens of silver terries, and in addition, there was also a small pocket crossbow with exquisite style, which was vermilion red all over, which felt a warm and cool touch.

His eyes lit up. This was the item he valued most during this trip. An epic equipment carried by the Wandering Knight—

"[Girl's Sexy]: An exquisite crossbow is smaller and more hidden than an ordinary crossbow. Legend has it that the crossbow arrows that pass by it will come with poison, like an unacceptable lovesickness...

Louis, my Louis, I will give it to you, and I hope you can remember my name when you use it. Bella Erin."

Cyril breathed a long sigh, and this time he finally shipped it seriously. The crossbow is the best choice among the Wandering Knight's explosion-fall equipment, because the special effects of this equipment are too exaggerated:

The range must be within the range, and the poison is tempered. If the crossbow itself is poisonous, the toxicity will be enhanced.

But don’t underestimate the simple word “decoction”. The crossbow itself is the toxicity of the intermediate poison. If a crossbow arrow that quenches the primary poison on it, its toxicity will be promoted to a higher-level poison…

This is already very imbay when the opponent is generally an internship profession.

What's even more excessive is that since the size of this crossbow is smaller than that of an ordinary crossbow, it can be used without occupying the equipment grid, and it also has attribute bonuses. At least when Cyril holds it in his hand, he feels that his movements are getting faster.

Unfortunately, there is no intuitive attribute panel, which allows him to see how much improvement he has.

In the face of powerful special effects that only such epic equipment can have, a name like [Girl's Smile] is no longer important. It would be better to say that Cyril still has a very strong idea of ​​digging out the story behind this equipment, but it's a pity that there is no trace.

Unless Bella Erin and Louis, the story of this crossbow, corresponds to both the Wandering Knight and the Girl, it would be like looking for a needle in a haystack.

"Take off his armor, put away his weapons and shields, and..."

Cyril hesitated for a moment when he saw the wandering knight who was left with only a dry corpse after being stripped of his armor.

"It's burned."
Chapter completed!