"So pathetic." Tristan closed his eyes and coldly spoke the words opposite to his current expression.
However, even if Tristan's eyes were closed, Hassan-i-Sabbah did not feel that the other party could not see.
"Your goal is for me. In that case, I will use my life in exchange for the survival of my comrades. I hope you can back off," Hassan-i-Sabbah said.
After all, chasing a group of refugees is always about chasing the desert, if there is no temptation, how can one do this.
"Indeed, the reason why I pursued so much was for you, who was one of the Hassan-i-Sabbah," Tristan said generously.
"However, the task given to me was to hunt down the refugees, and it was a surprise to find Hassan."
In short, what Tristan meant was that chasing and killing refugees was the main mission, and killing Hassan-i-Sabbah was just a side mission.
"If that is the case, then at the cost of my head, I will render you unable to move your right leg and arm for one day, today."
said Hassan-i-Sabbah, taking the dagger in his hand and slashing at his neck.
Even though it was a dagger, as long as there was a special technique, it was possible to cut off the head, and based on his identity as Hassan-i-Sabbah, he could also throw his own head at Tristan within seconds of being cut off.
Although Tristan's character was not like the knight of King Arthur's Round Table in the books, but Hassan knew that, even so, he was a knight, a knight of the Lion King.
With such a semi-coercive method, Tristan, who was a knight, would definitely keep the promise he made.
He hoped that after his death, these comrades could successfully reach the mountains in the north. As long as they entered the mountains, the other Hassan hidden in them would definitely find them, and then they would be safe.
Just as time slows down before death, Hassan-i-Sabbah thinks about it.
However, Hassan-i-Sabbah discovered that the dagger he had cut was unable to slash him?
As if there was an invisible wall between his neck and the dagger, this wall prevented the dagger from slashing his neck.
At this moment, a voice came from beside him.
"If your death only requires that Tristan's right leg and arm remain immobile, then your sacrifice is meaningless."
Hassan-i-Sabbah turned his head absentmindedly, and a silver knight heavily armed on his head and unable to see his face at all stood beside him.
The silver knight was Wu Ming who was watching from the sky just now.
Hassan-i-Sabbah saw the pattern on Wu Ming's armor, and his heart was shocked, and then Hassan-i-Sabbah quickly distanced himself from Wu Ming.
Because that's the emblem of the Knights of the Round Table.
Even though something was preventing Hassan from committing suicide just now, he discovered that he wasn't being manipulated by anyone else, and he could still act freely.
"Is there any support from the Holy City…" Hassan-i-Sabbah looked at Wu Ming warily.
However, in vigilance, he still had doubts.
Because, if no one else was around, then it was the knight in front of him who had prevented him from committing suicide in some unknown way, and he said what he just said.
Of course, Hassan-i-Sabbah didn't think that the knight was here to help him, perhaps because he didn't allow himself to kill himself to get information from her.
Moreover, Hassan-i-Sabbah had some doubts about the knight's words.
"What did you mean?" Hassan asked carefully.
And when Hassan asked "that sentence", it was not the sentence "meaningless sacrifice".
At this time, Tristan answered for Hassan-i-Sabbah.
"Sir Vero is right, my bow and arrows don't need to be drawn at all, a snap of a finger can kill people."
As if to verify this sentence, in Tristan's right hand that held a magic bow that resembled a bow, his fingers lightly touched the strings of the violin, and in an instant, a series of invisible vacuum blades slashed towards the displaced population.
"Not good!?" Hassan-i-Sabbah was taken aback. Even though he couldn't see Tristan's attack, he knew that after the sound meant his comrade became a corpse.
However, Hassan-i-Sabbah could only watch, as he had no way of defending against such an attack.
Moreover, even if he could defend against such an attack, he could not see the attack.
As a last resort, Hassan-i-Sabbah could only pray.
But no one died.
In other words, is there an invisible defense blocking the attack?
Hassan-i-Sabbah smoke thought to himself and looked at Wu Ming.
"Don't worry, unknown Hassan, I'm here to save you," Wu Ming said to Hassan-i-Sabbah, not moving.
At this time, several people suddenly became excited.
"Mr Hassan, this Knight was the one who saved us at the holy city gate earlier!" A brave refugee shouted loudly.
"...That's right, Mr Hassan, I remember the armor of this knight..."
"I…Me too. I recognize this master's voice. He was the knight who saved us earlier."
The few refugees who had remembered Wu Ming's voice and the armor stood up shakily.
Wu Ming looked at these people in surprise.
Although they are all "evil" people who have not been chosen by the Holy Light, they can defend their benefactor, which is enough for them as ordinary people.
The corner of Wu Ming's mouth that was hidden under the helmet curved.
Sure enough, that doesn't mean that those who are not chosen by the Holy Light are "evil" people. They can stand up and speak for Wu Ming, and live according to Wu Ming who saved them before and now.
On the other hand, Hassan was slightly surprised when he heard the words of the refugees, he never thought that the knight who saved his compatriot was actually a round table knight.
He still wondered if it was a free Servant, but he didn't expect it to be a Knight of the Round Table.
In this way, it was fine for him not to look at this knight. After all, this knight might have just been summoned by the Lion King, and seeing this knight's appearance, it was likely that he had turned against.
"What do you mean, Sir Vero." Tristan closed his eyes and looked at Wu Ming. Even though he crushed his eye for killing his comrade earlier, it didn't mean he was blind.
After all, he used to like to close his eyes and still be able to move normally.
Whether it was the sensitivity of his ears or thanks to his eyes through magic, his self-destruction had no effect on Tristan.
However, facing Tristan's question, Wu Ming only answered lightly.
"They are protected by me."