Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...
Crossbow bolts sliced through the air toward Pake and his companions.
The old knight roared and swung his silver sword, turning it into several streaks of light that cut down all eight bolts.
Then he shouted:
"All knights, listen! Escort Young Master Pake out of here first! Leave these griffin knights to me!"
With that said.
He stamped hard against the ground and shot forward like a spring, hurtling toward a tree on the left.
Then, with several more leaps, he actually used the trees to launch himself fifty or sixty meters into the air, reaching a griffin knight and slashing down with his sword!
"What!"
The griffin knight clearly had not expected the old knight to possess such strength. Startled, he raised his crossbow to block.
He and his crossbow were cleaved in half together, blood spraying wildly!
The griffin beneath him was also wounded by the blow and fell toward the ground along with the old knight.
"Damn it! Keep your distance from the ground! This old bastard is a powerful level 12 Holy Warrior!"
A griffin knight bellowed.
He tugged on his griffin's reins, making it beat its enormous wings and rise several body lengths, then raised his crossbow and fired another volley at the old knight.
But the old knight easily cut them all down.
Meanwhile.
Several knights seized the opportunity to protect Pake and resume their flight.
But the griffin knights immediately switched targets when they saw them.
The old knight roared and leaped up again, intending to repeat his trick and kill another griffin knight.
Unfortunately, the griffin knights were already prepared.
Instead, the old knight found it difficult to dodge among the trees and was forced into a rather awkward position. Had he not been wearing silver armor, he