Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 1 A different world that begins with the villain boss

"Mr. Knight, are you awake?"

Cyril Adrian lay flat on the cold and hard wooden bed, eyes wearily opened, looking at the brown-black fir roof that could be vaguely seen in the darkness.

He clearly remembered that he was supposed to be in the game "Road to Glory", lying in the elf's dungeon, with the magic slate engraved with ancient elven characters above his head, which would light up in blue when he sensed the flow of magic power The light is like the stars in the night sky.

Why did he just close his eyes and take a nap for a while, and then came to such a ghostly place?

His body was aching, and he felt that he was sweating unceasingly, gasping for breath, as weak as if he really had a cold and a fever.His mind was even more muddled, and he was so drowsy that he just wanted to close his eyes and have a good sleep.

But doubts arise spontaneously: Although "Road to Glory" is famous for its authenticity, it still takes great care of the player's gaming experience. Not only can the pain level be reduced to [-]%, but also negative states such as illness and poisoning can only be represented by data , without affecting the senses.

It would never have happened that he was so truly weak.

"Mr. Knight, Mr. Adrian, may the stars shine on you, you are finally awake!"

While he was drowsy, the weak female voice rang out again, and this time there was the sound of water droplets dripping from the towel as it was twisted, and then a cold towel fell on his face and wiped it back and forth.

"Sorry, I don't dare to start a fire to heat hot water, that's all I can do."

Cyril turned his head with difficulty, and through the pale morning light that leaked through the gap in the curtains, he finally saw the face of the owner of the voice clearly——

It was a girl who was estimated to be fourteen or fifteen years old. She had short silver hair, the color of which was as clean as the snow on the boundless ice field in northern Xinjiang, but it seemed that she hadn't washed it well for a few days, and it was there in a mess, with bangs from time to time. Cover your eyes.Her eyelashes are thick and long, slightly drooping, unable to block the cat-like almond eyes below.The corners of the eyes are narrow and long, and the eye sockets are sunken. It is estimated that he has not had a good night's sleep for a few days.Her small and upright nose twitched and twitched, and she said in a nasal voice:

"Mr. Adrian, do you know what happened in town?"

Adrian, are you calling me?Not calling my ID?

At this time, he finally realized that he finally extracted some information from this extremely real environment and feeling far beyond the level of "virtual reality" in the game:
He traveled through time, into the game he had been immersed in for several years, "Road to Glory".

There was chaos in his mind, but Cyril still tried his best to calm down.As a top wanderer among gamers, it is already his instinct to observe the surrounding environment and collect useful information for himself.The brown-black fir wood is the main building material of the house, where would such unsightly building material be used?

An answer has already come to mind, combined with the air that can make his body colder with every breath, Cyril can be more sure of where he is now——

In the northern part of the Kingdom of La Rochelle, the time is winter.

This answer made Cyril's ugly face even more gloomy.He struggled to sit up, subconsciously touched the side of his legs, but he couldn't find his most trusted dagger, "Night Crows".

"What year is it now?"

Cyril spoke to the girl beside him. His vocal cords had not been used for a long time, so his voice was extremely hoarse.

"Ah? Mr. Adrian, it's 1440 in the mainland calendar, the year of the dragon's chant."

"1440? Year of the Dragon's Sing?" This time made Cyril stunned on the spot, and the game time he was in should be in 1466.Leaving aside the time travel to nearly 30 years ago, the time of 1440 is of profound significance to every player, especially the player whose initial country is the Kingdom of La Rochelle——

That was the server opening time of "Road to Glory".It was also the time when the vast struggle of La Rochelle players began.

And the girl obviously couldn't see that Cyril's mood was not calm at the moment, as if holding back for a long time, she wanted to pour out all her thoughts to Cyril: "All the uncles and aunts fell to the ground, I called them up, But they ignored me and wanted to bite me, I was terrified, only you, Mr. Adrian, blocked me a few times..."

"Stop it." Cyril couldn't help but stop the girl's words, the more she talked, the more information Cyril had to process, "Slow down, give me some time—"

So the girl stopped obediently. She looked at Cyril quietly, and seemed to know that this man who had just woken up from a deep sleep needed time.

"Thank you."

Cyril took a deep breath.

In 1440, the beginning of the 13 years of troubles in the kingdom of La Rochelle began in the north of the kingdom, where he is now.As a player in his previous life, he could only watch La Rochelle struggle and sink in the great current, and finally perish in a corner of the bay, being annexed by the neighboring country that had been eyeing it for a long time.

He died countless times in that long war, and even though he was on the front line of the players, there was still no possibility of bringing La Rochelle back to life.

He remembered, remembered the flustered but resolute expressions on the faces of the recruits who stood under the city wall when it collapsed, remembered the figure of the last knight of the Knights shouting and limping to die generously, and remembered those elegant and gentle priests The voice of weeping and praying for the soldiers.

He remembered the passionate preaching of the poet, the wailing of the soldiers who had lost their arms, the kneeling posture of the general in defeat, and the eyes of the old man lying dead.He remembered the civilians who guarded their children behind their backs and were trampled by the undead, and the rich people who gave away all their wealth to the army.

He remembered the green grass that used to be in the vast expanse of land crushed by bones, the blue sky that the misty air should have had, the trading city that used to be bustling with business, and the bustling port with noisy taverns and ships.

And those NPC companions who once clinked glasses with him and fought side by side, as if they really existed.

The familiar La Rochelle that was so beautiful in his memory, the La Rochelle that he spent so many years protecting, he is back.

He never thought that he would one day travel to the game.He is familiar with the historical process of the game, returning to the beginning of this disaster with a complete memory, and has the opportunity to grow at a speed beyond the version——

Does the current him have a chance to prevent La Rochelle from repeating the tragic mistakes in the game?

he does not know.

But now it is 1440, at the beginning of all troubles, he has a lot of time and opportunity to try——

"Cyril Adrian." He couldn't help but whispered the name of his own body, "You will be lucky to become the brightest new star on this continent—"

At this moment, Cyril suddenly felt a little dazed, as if he had heard his name somewhere before.But he quickly went through the famous generals of La Rochelle in his previous life in his mind, but he couldn't find his name.

Is it just an illusion?
He turned his head again, the white-haired girl had been silent for a while.When she calmed down, she seemed to have relaxed her tense nerves, and her eyelids were fighting.

"This...how should I call you?" He hesitated for a moment, and realized that he still didn't know the girl's name.

"Mr. Adrian, I'm the daughter of the blacksmith in the town. You can just call me Caroline." The girl was very tired. She sat on a small bench and leaned over the edge of the bed as she spoke, "Too Well, I finally don't need to be alone..."

The moment her not loud voice uttered her name, it rang in Cyril's ears like thunder, and goose bumps almost covered her whole body——

Caroline?Which Caroline?That "Twilight Shadow" Caroline of the northern dark creature Keltir Alliance?The Caroline who single-handedly shattered La Rochelle's hope of sustaining it in the late stage of La Rochelle's disaster?
He hadn't had time to digest the information that the big villain boss was sitting next to him, but a guess about his body's background made him laugh out loud——

"I, Cyril Adrian, shouldn't I be Adrian the formation breaker, the chief of the three knights under Caroline?"

In other words, I have been fighting dark creatures for more than ten years, but I have become a small boss in the villain?

　Newcomers and new books, please give me more advice~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)