Chapter 34 - Chapter 34: Chapter 33: The Scent of Snow in the Blood (2/2)

That meant the knight had spotted Lucius and was simultaneously releasing hostility.

He felt an incredibly strange sensation, falling very slowly, a rate of descent that normal people would never experience in their lifetimes.

The weapon of the half-orc knight was not a sabre but an extremely heavy blade, and instead of choosing to parry or counter-attack, he was rolling to the side with extreme slowness.

Damn!

He was highly alert, reacting very quickly, the first strike meant to kill had missed!

Lucius cursed inwardly, his heart sinking to the depths in the instant he hit the ground because soldiers holding flintlocks and sabres were advancing from all sides.

They hadn’t let the half-orc knight become too “isolated”, just patiently waiting nearby for any sudden developments.

Lucius realized in a flash of understanding that the half-orc knight had purposely searched alone to draw the attack, clearly knowing his next target would definitely be him!

Using himself as bait!

What audacity and courage!

But it was precisely this kind of enemy that was most troublesome to deal with, Lucius thought as murderous intent boiled in his eyes, completely ignoring the Cyart soldiers gradually closing in and without hesitation charged towards the half-orc knight with his sword.

He had to kill him!

The flow of time returned to normal.

“Arrgh!”

The half-orc knight, rolling on the ground, roared as he rose, swinging his heavy sword to chop at Lucius, the clash of the two weapons emitting a loud noise.

“Clang!”

As the two combatants engaged in close combat were too close, the soldiers didn’t fire immediately, but many Cyart people had already drawn their sabres and were charging in.

Lucius knew he had less than five seconds before the swarming Cyart soldiers would kill him.

No more chances left!

“Sword brandishing!”

Lucius once again consumed Spirituality, and the speed of his sword waving with both hands instantly increased several-fold, while the half-orc knight also displayed the power of Bloodline of the magic beast “Wind Spirit’s Breath Bird,” suddenly increasing his own reaction speed.

The blades slipped past each other, followed by a backhand strike, the blades collided again, passing by each other, flecks of snow scattering from the ground as the two fighters’ frequent exchanges at extremely close range unfolded in the most dangerous manner.

Distance, time, strength—any slightest discrepancy could result in death for either side.

Less than three seconds to go.

“Ha!”

Both sides let out a loud shout at the same time, their attacks growing even more ferocious and ruthless, their eyes filled with unadulterated murderous intent, a seemingly infinite rage!

Only attack, no defense!

Lucius’s blade precisely sliced through the right eye of the half-orc knight, while his own left flank was torn open by a blade, the hot flow of blood unabated.

He seemed to feel nothing at all, angrily slashing with his backhand to sever the weapon-wielding right arm of the half-orc knight.

The balance of victory tilted, and the wounded half-orc knight, oblivious to the blood spouting profusely, did not hesitate to roar out loud.

“Fire! Fire! Kill me too!”

Everyone hesitated, though it was just for an instant, their respect for this half-orc knight officer led to the worst outcome.

Lucius’s eyes flashed with purple light, suddenly deploying the repulsive force of the “protective runes” once more! The cooldown was finally over!

“Bang!”

Then, an explosion sounded above them, and the accumulated snow fog on several trees shook and dispersed, instantly transforming into a wide veil, obscuring the vision within ten meters.

Indeed, from the beginning, Lucius had left two alchemical explosives on the trunks to create an environmental effect conducive for escape!

The Cyart people could not see anything within the snow fog for a moment.

Then someone fired the first shot, followed by everyone shooting together, instinctively lowering their muzzles to avoid injuring their own people on the other side of the encirclement.

By the time the veil-like snow fog had completely dispersed, Lucius was nowhere to be seen, leaving only the heavily wounded half-orc knight kneeling on the bloody ground, his tiger-like eyes full of resentment.