The Windwalker Knights were the long-range support unit of the Thirteen Knights.
The requirements for recruiting knights were simple.
They needed to be proficient in long-range attacks, possess superior shooting accuracy, be agile enough, and have keen observation skills.
Usually, they would recruit Archers from [Crusader] and [Control], or Musketeers from [Machinery].
Although they were all archers.
Knights who graduated from the Crusaders were different from those who graduated from the Control.
Control was close to all things in nature. Archers were more inclined towards detection and agility.
Archers who graduated from the Crusaders were more hardcore. They focused on self-training and were extremely aggressive. Regardless of whether it was close-range shooting or long-range sniping, they were extremely aggressive.
Moreover, when the enemy got close to them, they could still take out their backup swords to fight. Their physical skills were not bad at all.
Tiffany who graduated from the Crusaders was the same. In addition, there was a certain amount of blood wine mixed in his body, making him extremely aggressive.
However, when he was stared at by the Beak Mask, Tiffany felt a sense of fear, forcing him to retreat a distance.
His eyes were filled with vigilance as he stared at this mysterious scholar of unknown identity.
"What happened … Why did my Wind Arrow disappear?"
Tiffany could not understand the situation just now.
The Wind Arrow was supposed to hit its target, why did it suddenly disappear when it got close to the opponent?
The fear of the unknown caused a drop of cold sweat to flow down his forehead slowly.
"Tiffany, what are you doing?! Help me get rid of this Blood Knight quickly! "
At this moment, his teammate Barrett roared, forcing Tiffany to come to his senses. He quickly drew his bow and provided shooting assistance.
Just as the bowstring was pulled, Tiffany was stunned again.
Due to his teammate's roar, Tiffany, who was slightly distracted, realized that the mysterious apprentice had disappeared …
"Where did he go?" The uneasiness in his heart grew stronger.
A primitive sense of fear was slowly evoked, forcing Tiffany to turn his head around in panic and search for traces of the mysterious person.
The power of the blood sword and the crystal sword clashed.
All sorts of fireballs bombarded the undead monster.
Such an intense battle situation was not as stressful as the 'missing mysterious scholar' on Tiffany.
As an archer, his rhythm was obviously messed up. It was difficult for him to focus on cooperating with his teammates in battle.
If he could not find this mysterious scholar, it would be difficult for him to join the battle.
"Blood … I want the power of blood."
In the midst of her panic, the bloodbrew substance flowing in her body was activated.
Drawing upon the powerful energy of the Blood Brew to strengthen his vision … Veins of blood covered his eyes, and his pupils were completely filled with blood, turning into a deep red color. His vision had been completely improved.
"Is that … sand?"
Tiffany discovered a detail.
The area where the Mystic Scholar stood before had some yellow sand remaining.
"Residual energy … Could it be that it's hidden underground?"
Tiffany immediately gathered her strength in her calves, bent her knees and leaped into the air.
Tiffany's flexible use of her wind attribute allowed her to jump nearly eight meters high.
Then, through a kind of wind-controlling ability, his body was temporarily suspended in the air.
His eyes, which were filled with bloody light, were completely focused on the ground.
At that moment, Tiffany was constantly worried that something terrifying would suddenly emerge from the ground or the walls. She had no time to assist the others.
However … something dramatic happened.
Just as Tiffany was trying to capture the enemy hiding in the ground.
The mysterious apprentice who was dressed as a doctor with a bird's beak appeared in his previous position again … as if he was deliberately teasing the archer.
"Pretending to be mysterious?!"
A feeling of being teased arose spontaneously, and anger rose from her heart.
When she pulled the bow.
A large amount of wind attribute energy was released, and immediately, three spiral-shaped wind attribute arrows were formed on the bowstring.
They shot rapidly towards the mysterious apprentice. Tiffany's anger temporarily suppressed her fear of the unknown, and she carefully observed the process of the arrows shooting.
She wanted to see clearly how the arrows disappeared in front of the target.
If she could find out the source of the problem, she could think of a way to avoid it the next time she shot.
"The Mystic Scholar's defense is generally weak. As long as I find the problem, with my shooting ability, I can definitely kill it in one shot."
However … the situation changed again.
* Whoosh! *
The sharp arrow did not disappear.
Instead, it successfully hit and penetrated the target's body … However, no blood flowed out.
* Caw! Caw! Caw! * (Crow's caw)
"What's going on?"
The Mystic Scholar's body disintegrated like a piece of paper, and black-headed crows drilled out from within … Hundreds of crows immediately flew towards Tiffany who was floating in the air.
The series of strange situations caused Tiffany of the Windwalker Knights to sink into a quagmire of fear.
Even with the stimulation of the blood brew, there was still a trace of fear in his eyes.
His rhythm was completely messed up, and he began to shoot the crows flying over randomly.
And all this' rhythm 'was in the hands of Han Dong … Through the unknown spiritual pressure, he disrupted the opponent's normal battle rhythm, allowing Han Dong to take advantage of the situation.
As Tiffany's attention was completely attracted by the flying crows, his rhythm went wrong, and his thoughts fell into chaos.
Between the ceiling behind him.
Strands of yellow sand slowly flowed out, and slowly formed a human figure behind Tiffany.
She quietly placed her palm on the back of the head.
Rumble … A tentacle ignored the protection of his skull and went straight into his brain.
The last whisper was directly transmitted to the depths of Tiffany's brain.
"Senior, you've lost the most basic knight's faith in your endless greed. Once the battle goes out of control, you'll fall into fear … A lowly degenerate like you has no right to continue living."
"No …"
Tiffany had yet to unleash his true strength as a Windwalker Knight. Just as the wind energy overflowing his body was about to erupt, the white light immediately dimmed again.
* Thud! *
A corpse with a ferocious expression and pollution spots around its eyes fell heavily to the ground.
"Tiffany?!"
When they saw their companion dead.
In addition, the two Fallen Knights' minds were also in a state of chaos.
Pyromancer Bill was distracted for a moment, and a skeleton soldier that suddenly revived got close to him.
Lunze seized the opportunity to use Necromancy to strengthen this skeleton soldier one-on-one.
The skeleton soldier that seemed frail and weak had a layer of dark blue flames burning all over its skeleton, and the bone sword in its hand spewed out a strong undercurrent.
The skeleton opened its mouth wide, and let out a mournful roar that sounded like the depths of the underworld.
A heavy Shadow Slash forcefully split open the magic shield around Bill's body …
* Whoosh! * Red liquid scattered, and the right arm was cut off.
For a mage who needed both hands to cast spells, the loss of an arm was quite fatal.
The balance was off …
Lunze further strengthened the resurrection effect, and the undead army endured all kinds of destructive fire magic, surrounding the fallen pyromancer.
* Whoosh … * One of the offerings was obtained.
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