Chapter 1463: Chapter 448 Leonard Churchill’s Brave Roar, Protect the Young Master!_4 Chapter 1463: Chapter 448 Leonard Churchill’s Brave Roar, Protect the Young Master!_4 It wasn’t anything formidable, just the regular “Quicksand Skill” that most Magic-Type apprentices knew.
But how did he think of this?
By using Quicksand to trap himself, he would have been dood in actual combat.
Yet it was this “die to kill” tactic that allowed him to survive?
However, reality didn’t afford them much ti to think.
Lizard Mage Serli might not be as quick-witted as Leonard Churchill, but the innate high wisdom from his lizard bloodline allowed him to respond in an instant.
The assassin had given away his movents by choosing his targets to kill, and the mont he hesitated over the sandpit revealed his weakness.
Serli clutched two blue cards in his hands and slamd them on the ground while shouting, “Curse Art: Beast-Vine Cage!”
In an instant, the ground within a hundred ters tumultuously rolled over as if so subterranean dragon was about to erge.
The assassin frowned at the vines that began to entangle around his feet.
They posed little threat but were extrely annoying!
He cut off the vine with a single slash and leapt up with ease.
However, he then saw the vines on the ground grow into a vast expanse of thick tendrils in just two breaths’ ti.
The vines entrapped everything within a hundred ters, including Serli, in an ironlike cage.
Serli also found his inspiration from Leonard Churchill.
Knowing he couldn’t escape the enemy’s assassination attempt, he decided to imprison himself as well.
Indeed, he couldn’t move, but he could at least delay the enemy if they tried to co in.
This was their Lizard Mage race’s special spell, nearly as powerful as First-Order Vine Technique. Gambling with his life, he could at least confine them for a mont.
In terms of practicality, this was much more clever than Quicksand Skill.
…
The assassin glowered at the Lizard Mage within the vine cage, his frustration growing.
The two Magic Types were his priority targets, and both had resorted to this trick, damn it… they were courting death!
It would still be easy to kill.
But if he truly moved to kill them, he would be in more trouble than the rest.
Further, if he failed to eliminate his targets, his teammates attempting to assassinate Young Master Sack would face greater pressure.
The longer it took to complete the mission, the more disadvantageous it beca for them.
The assassin was increasingly irritated.
He snorted coldly and could only rush towards Garfield!
The Priest was too far away, and that dark-skinned young man had already hidden in the tree canopy…
The Dwarf, having survived being stabbed just now, was now the best target for reaping.
“Whoosh!”
The assassin arrived in an instant.
Garfield’s survival wasn’t just due to the Inner Armor crafted by his father; the natively thick skin and flesh of the Dwarf Race acted like Leather Armor.
The stab had not hit any vital spots.
But Garfield knew neither the Quicksand Skill nor the Vine Technique…
He was simply a close-combat brute.
Now, facing the enemy’s assault again, Garfield steeled his face and raised his shield to block.
Yet, such a defense was full of flaws in the eyes of the Second Order Assassin.
Unexpectedly, just as the assassin charged in, hoping to finish off the Dwarf with one blow,
Garfield suddenly found the ground beneath him give way, turning into quicksand.
Heavy-bodied and weighed down by his armor, he quickly sank in.
Fortunately, this slight instability caused the dagger aid at his neck to veer off course, “swoosh,” and blood splattered as he sank further into the quicksand.
The assassin noticed the anomaly imdiately and cursed in rage, “Damn quicksand! Again, quicksand!”
At that mont, he still hadn’t realized what was amiss, just feeling that his assassination attempts weren’t going smoothly.
Was he being played by a bunch of Card Disciples?
…
Of course, it was Leonard Churchill who executed the Quicksand Skill.
He had predicted this killing stroke and had prepared in advance.
It wasn’t entirely to save his teammates, but to create more opportunities for his own survival.
Only if Garfield lived could this wounded tank draw the enemy’s attention a few more tis.
Otherwise, once his teammates died, he would quickly beco the next target.
Moreover, this was the best opportunity he saw for injuring the enemy.
Just as Garfield fell into the quicksand pit, Leonard Churchill, completely obscured from the outside by the quicksand, muttered in the darkness, “Hope I can seize this one chance…”
In his predictions, if Garfield fell into the pit, with nothing left to lose, he had a chance to control the assassin, who had no foothold and had to rely on Garfield’s body to escape.
However, the opportunity would be fleeting; Leonard Churchill knew he could do it, but that didn’t an others could.
…
The situation was developing favorably.
After Garfield sank into the quicksand, his panic subsided, and his thoughts beca clear.
The assassin instinctively kicked towards Garfield’s cumberso body, trying to escape danger.
But at that mont, Garfield scowled and disregarding his sinking body, he grabbed the foot pressing down on his chest.
“Courting death!”
The assassin’s expression turned cold.
He thought that with a knife to the neck, the Dwarf wouldn’t be a threat anymore regardless of his actions.
But he dared to resist?
As his ankle was caught, the assassin reversed his dagger and slashed, precisely severing the tendons in the gap of Garfield’s arm bracers.
The pressure on his ankle lightened instantly.
However, before the assassin could breathe a sigh of relief, his brow furrowed, and he sensed a tiger-like Killing Intention attacking from behind.
“Huh?”
The assassin realized in an instant that it was the hidden dark-skinned assassin.
Glancing back with the corner of his eye, he saw a figure stepping off from the treetop canopy.
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