I kissed the statue at the beginning and I vomited all over the floor

Chapter 438: Lucky and Unlucky Tyrian

The elf warrior Tyrian has always considered himself an extremely lucky creature.

When the Elf Courtyard was sank, he and the girl he loved were able to escape.

After the girl chose to become a druid and he chose to stay, he won the favor of the girl.

This male elf warrior, who was more beautiful than his female companion, became one of the few non-druids who remained in the Northern District Order.

He knew very well that he was able to stay because of Ariella.

After all, Tirian doesn't have the skills of the elven ranger Linlia to use the Aven version of weapons skillfully.

But on the road to warrior advancement, Tirian was unfortunate.

As a nimble warrior, he was more adept at the elves' favorite sword fights - according to Cliff Wasteland, those were just fancy stunts that were of no benefit in a real battlefield.

That’s absolutely true.

After being bashed to pieces by the spiked meteor hammer of the Oathbreaker Paladin Kayla (Laoviata) who had previously broken into the Druid settlement, Tyrian realized that he could no longer use the elves' familiar sword fighting skills to deal with the upcoming war.

So, he tried to learn the swordsman's skills from Kong'er, an orc who was also a dual-wielding warrior.

It is a pity that he has missed the best period of enlightenment for the Sword Master due to his age.

Although Tirian's professional skills have almost been finalized and he cannot change his job to become a swordsman, he still yearns for a job that can create sword energy by swinging his sword after reaching the legendary level.

Now, the human on the opposite side, who was riding a tall warhorse and wearing ferocious armor, swung out the sword energy that even Kong Er had envied for a long time.

He was facing this huge sword light that could almost feel the blade cutting his skin just by looking at it. There was no way to avoid it.

But now he had no regrets or remorse in his mind.

Ariella had been pushed out of his attack range, and at this moment, Tirian was completely immersed in the special power contained in the sword.

This feeling was somewhat similar to when the spikes on Keira's body pierced through her.

No, not exactly the same.

Tirian carefully felt the energy that cut his skin. The feeling of almost tearing him apart inch by inch was completely different from what he had imagined.

If it were me...if it were me who swung this sword...

As if possessed by a magician, the two fine gold swords in Tirian's hands drew a semicircle from bottom to top.

This is the most useful technique he retained after simplifying unnecessary movements in the elf sword skills during countless training sessions.

Then, a feeling he had never felt before came over him.

Two seemingly weak but real white sword auras suddenly appeared in front of Tirian.

With a loud bang, gravel and dust were pushed into the air by the huge vibration.

At this moment, Ariella's scream with a crying tone came to my ears.

"No! Tyrion!"

Before Ariella's tears could slide down her cheeks, the elven druid lying on the ground saw his partner's body flying backwards in the smoke and dust.

Obviously, Tirian used some method to resist the sword energy that could almost cut through the city wall.

This former City Guard logistician, now a mid-level druid, barely had time to stand up before he rushed to Tyrian's side using both his hands and feet.

At this time, the elf warrior, especially the one on the forehead, had a hideous wound so severe that the skull could almost be seen.

What was even more horrifying was his body. All of Tirian's limbs were torn and bleeding; his entire right leg had disappeared without a trace.

Ariella's tears stayed in her eyes instead of flowing out like crazy before.

With her mouth half open, she mechanically pulled out her small belt - this was the last healing belt left behind by Ivan before he left.

Before leaving the base, Philohil solemnly handed the belt to himself.

For the women in the base, the magic of this belt is a beauty artifact. Unless they have suffered some injuries that affect their facial features, they will never use the spells in it.

But Ariella no longer cared about that.

Without even counting, she used the last spell in her belt on Tyrian.

But the damage to the elf warriors was too severe.

By the time Tirian sat up shakily, at least half of his wounds had not healed.

"Ariella, listen to me...

You are no match for this group of knights, hurry up and take the patrol team away...Except for you and me, they are all just new recruits..."

Ariella didn't respond.

The elven druid held the holy emblem of Mielikki and tried to chant the healing spell he had memorized.

"Ariella!"

Tyrian grasped the elven druid's hand tightly and wrapped her palm in his own big hand.

“Now you are no longer the little girl hiding behind us.

You are the captain of this team... It is your duty to bring them back safely..."

Ariella, whose spellcasting was interrupted, wanted to say something.

But when she raised her head and looked into her partner's extremely beautiful but bloodshot pupils, Ariella completely understood what Tirian meant.

Instead of continuing to cast spells, she stood up and gestured to the team members hiding in the dense forest to retreat.

Then, this weak and simple-minded moon elf girl spoke to Tirian with great determination.

"I will take them back... but I will also return immediately.

Tirrion, I will not allow you and I to die in different places."

After saying this, he left Tirian unable to move and quickly ran towards the station.

He ran and waved the enchanted short staff in his hand, letting the weeds and vines help him to restrain the cavalry that was chasing the team members.

Tirian looked at Ariella running away and gave a helpless smile.

This silly girl must not come back... Although he was looking forward to it in his heart, this expectation was destined to be dashed.

Although Ariella looks weak, she is stronger than me when she is determined.

The elf warrior who was missing a leg used his two swords to stick into the ground and slowly climbed up from the ground.

Tirian just stood there quietly, and the group of cavalry still passed by him.

He knew that Ariella was strong enough to escape from the pursuit of this group of ordinary cavalry;

And you need to stop the most terrible enemy.

The elf warrior looked at the tall knight in front of him. The human with white mist spewing out from under his helmet must have reached the legendary level, or even far above the legendary level.

As an ordinary warrior who has just stepped into the high-level threshold, there is no way I can be his opponent.

However, if before his life came to an end, he could use the sword energy he had just realized to fight a hearty battle, then he would have no regrets.

Tyrian's sword slowly left the ground and pointed at the fourth knight, Leon, with a smile on his pretty face.