Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 100 Weak You (Two in One) [Calvin's bald head asks for a recommendation ticket]

Thick black clouds cover the pale and cloudy plain, and the rolling clouds are like a soupy river, with rough waves.

In the past two days, the temperature in the Duoyin Plain has dropped again and again. It was originally the beginning of March, but now it is as cold as January.The white snow trampled by the horse's hooves formed a layer of dirty thin ice, and the muddy trampled by the subsequent galloping horses splashed together with the grass seeds that froze to death before they germinated.

It didn't take long for Cyril and Alina to catch up with the mercenary team, and he found the tall figure behind the leader of the mercenary Behrens in the crowd at a glance——

Half lizard, Acheson.

Cyril patted his horse and rushed to the front, the darkness could not block his vision.The half-lizard man leaned against Behrens's back, and the heavy panting sounded like a bellows, which made Cyril clearly know that the half-lizard man was definitely not in a good condition.

"Acheson, how are you doing?"

"Fortunately, death... can't die, spit!"

Acheson spat heavily, and a ball of black and red blood splashed on the snow.Cyril looked back, only to find that Behrens' horse galloped past, leaving a long string of blood drops on the snow on the right side of the horse.

He suddenly understood something, and couldn't help but said, "Acheson, your right hand..."

"It's broken." The half-lizard man gritted his teeth and said, "Damn it, I was just about to break through that layer of ice when suddenly the ice disappeared, the hole disappeared, and my right hand disappeared. It's still exciting to be pushed into the eyes by the horns of a bull..."

He kept his voice as steady as possible, but he couldn't stop the trembling of his breath.

Cyril couldn't help being silent.

Fragmented and lost limbs are almost irreparable wounds, and even the bishop of the Primordial Church is unlikely to be able to restore them unless life is sacrificed.

And this also means that the warrior career of the half-lizards will come to an end here, and he will be sent back to his hometown in the west where the swamp meets the desert, and he will never have the chance to have the fighting career advocated by the half-lizards.

"Ivor." The half-lizard suddenly called out, and Cyril was stunned for a moment, and then responded.

"Aren't the members of our Flying Dragon Legion tough?"

"hard."

"Better than your Silver Blade Knights, right?"

He grinned, snorted and said, "That's not necessarily true."

After Cyril finished speaking, he raised his head slightly.

"Haha, I will challenge you one-on-one again when the performance is over, and let you know what is the swordsmanship of the flying dragon army and what is the swordsmanship of the half-lizards!"

The hearty laughter of the half-lizard man was heard by his ears, and the bright starry sky could not be seen above his head.

The gods who turned into stars did not set their eyes on this "stupid" half lizard man, and Danya did not seem to be looking at this land that was suffering.

It was just a bet, and they were just temporary collaborators—there were so many NPCs who died while performing missions with him that they couldn’t be counted with ten hands. On the number.

Cyril said inwardly.Every time I go out with the mercenary group to perform missions, there will be a lot of battle damage. At most, a mercenary group with a size of [-] people died only eight and three-quarters-the three-quarters lost one piece. Leg and half hand.

This place itself is not a paradise. When you pick up a weapon, you must be prepared to be killed, not to mention that the era of chaotic warfare is about to begin. People with swords, unarmed, men and women, will be killed at any time. in the dead.

Thirteen years from now, he couldn't be more clear.

But when he saw the half-lizard man gritting his teeth and cursing and deceiving himself, Cyril didn't know why, but he still felt inexplicably panicked——

"Boy Ivor." The lizard man suddenly stopped laughing as if he had taken advantage of the sky, and said seriously.

"Ok?"

"Thank you."

Cyril opened his mouth, wanted to say something but didn't say it.He didn't want to look at the ferocious face of the half-lizard man, so he squeezed his horse's belly and ran to Alina in front at a high speed.

The girl was holding the rein of the horse all the time, twisting her body to watch Cyril's movements. Seeing that Cyril was patting the horse, she turned around and waited for the two of them to drive side by side, then said softly:

"Cyril, the lizard his hand..."

"Broken..." Cyril suddenly realized that his voice was a little hoarse, coughed lightly twice, and then replied, "It's broken."

"Is it cured?"

"I think so." Cyril took a deep breath, and put aside the chaotic thoughts in his mind at that moment.

He watched from a distance, the dark sky greatly reduced the vision of the mercenaries, but in Cyril's eyes, the outline of the Tower of the North Wind had already emerged.

"Signal arrow." He said to his side. A mercenary was stunned for a moment, but he still handed the signal arrow to Cyril. But the opponent did manage to annihilate the three-headed necromancer, which was enough to convince them.

"But isn't it too early to shoot the arrow now?"

Cyril didn't answer, he pulled the mechanism swiftly, and the magic arrow shot straight into the sky, exploding a symbol of a long sword in the air.

But the second after he completed this action, the magic arrow exploded in the air not far ahead, a silver streamer shot up, and exploded a long sword in the air, echoing his signal arrow——

And the girl next to her has already whispered:

"Cyril, look!"

He looked forward, but saw a lone horse walking towards the outline of the city.

The man was dressed in silver armor, and the horse was covered with silver armor. The man came sitting alone on the horse, with a sword pinned to his waist and a thick long lance in his hand.

Cyril was taken aback for a moment, then immediately sat up straight and saluted.He had already guessed who it was, and the other party raised his hand and put away the mask, revealing that cold face.

Although the lifespan of an extraordinary person can no longer be described by common sense, the years still have not left traces on her face. Except for those eyes that seem to see the world and are as calm as a deep pool, she looks like a A knight standing quietly beside the princess in costume, with no other thoughts.

Jane Christine.

The people behind stopped their horses one after another. The status of mercenaries was far inferior to that of the regular army, not to mention the comparison between idle mercenaries and knight commanders?
And Cyril walked forward slowly, holding the rein of the horse: "Regimental Commander."

"You did a good job." Jane couldn't hear the slightest wave in her tone, her gaze stayed on Cyril's face for a moment, and she suddenly chuckled.

"It's a nice expression, but it's still too tender." She said, pointing her fingers forward, and suddenly a gust of wind swept towards Cyril's face.This time, Cyril did not respond, and let the wind blow past him.

Vaguely, he seemed to hear a sharp curse.He immediately looked back, only to see that gusts of wind were turning into wind blades, smashing a tiny blue soul fire into pieces——

"Moduo left a mark on me?" Cyril's face turned extremely ugly in an instant. He had checked his attribute panel on purpose, and there was no debuff status displayed on it-if the enemy unit If marked, there should be a special display on the panel.

But Christine waved his hand and pointed to the mount under Cyril: "No, it marked your horse."

Seeing Cyril's astonished expression, she couldn't help laughing again, then she shook the spear in her hand, held the sword in one hand, and shouted in a low voice: "Go back to the city directly, and do what I said after returning." , if you can evacuate the Tower of the North Wind, leave directly."

"Head, you are here..."

"Let's go quickly!"

Amidst Jane's soft shout, the mount that Cyril was sitting on suddenly neighed, and then began to gallop forward uncontrollably.The horseshoes of more than thirty riders flew over the icy plain in an instant, leaving the female knight leader far behind in the blink of an eye.

Cyril looked back vigorously, turned his head, but saw a long silver line galloping towards the pine forest. The sound of Yu Qi's hooves was even more breathtaking.

He couldn't help looking at the silver line a few more times, then turned around, and when he was looking for Jane Christine, the not tall figure was raising his lance, and then, he drew forward A rounded arc——

The wind around him suddenly stopped, the sound of the hooves of the galloping horses disappeared, the shouts of the mercenaries disappeared, and all the winds began to retreat crazily, away from him, and gathered towards the lonely female knight leader side.

His eyes followed the winds, but he saw them hovering behind the head of the female knight, and then straightened the formation, forming phantoms - vertical lances, long spears standing in front of him. The shield, the tall horse, and the knight on the horse stood upright, and then stopped the shield and gun in unison, and connected into a line amidst the clanging sound, forming an indestructible shield wall.

And Jane Christine's soft crooning voice was clearly transmitted to Cyril's ears in the wind:

"Knights, stick to it."

The head of the female knight once again raised the huge lance in her hand, this time the movement was even more crisp, and she just stabbed hard diagonally downward——

"laugh--"

"Don't come out, are you waiting for me to shoot you out?" Jane couldn't help jokingly said when she heard the long beeping sound.

But as soon as her words fell, the ground in front of her began to tremble rumblingly, and then the snow-covered soil layer cracked hideous cracks, and the faint blue flames disappeared from those cracks in an instant. Out, turned into a sea of ​​soul fire, swallowed towards Jane.

But she didn't have the slightest intention of retreating, as soon as she clamped the horse's belly, the mount immediately began to gallop.Those soul fires frantically tried to entangle her, but the invisible wind blocked them all on both sides of the horse.

Jane's sharp eyes searched back and forth in the sea of ​​blue flames, and then she lifted the reins abruptly. At the same time as the horse jumped high, the lance she held in one hand also raised high, and followed When it fell, it stabbed hard, and it sank into the ground——

"Give it to me, come out!"

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The leader's figure was no longer visible, and the wind could not convey the sound at such a distance.Cyril could only turn around.

The Tower of the North Wind was right in front of us, the suspension bridge had already been put down, a group of people rushed into the city, and the city gate was closed afterward.

Cyril jumped off his horse, and before he even had time to greet Alina, he rushed up the city wall and rushed into the No. [-] tower.

At the window of the tower, the black-haired swordsman was staring out of the window with bated breath. He turned his head when he heard Cyril's voice, and only then realized his return.

"you……"

Before Evans could speak, he saw that the boy had already rushed to the window, and even pushed him aside, staring fixedly at the direction of the west of the city.

He watched the boy's already fair face turn pale in an instant, and finally seemed to have lost all his strength, turning towards him bloodlessly.

"You know what the captain is doing, don't you?"

Evans took a deep breath: "That's right, the entire army of the Silver Blade Knights has also been dispatched. This is an order from the leader himself."

"What else did she say?" Cyril leaned against the wall and asked in a low voice.

Evans hesitated for a moment, and then said: "She said that if she fails to return, she will hand over the city defense to the legion that takes over, and let me take you to evacuate."

Cyril was silent, and after a while, he turned around and continued to look out the window.

West of the city.

Under the thick black cloud, a huge white bone figure was soaring with its bone wings vibrating, and the blue flow of flames fell with every wave of its wings, hitting the ground below like meteorites, leaving huge of the crater.

He couldn't see where the target he was fighting was, but he could clearly see that the fire of the soul that was as mighty as the ocean flowed halfway and then stopped abruptly, as if it was blocked by something out of thin air.

It was the team of weathered knights, they formed a solid shield wall to block Liuyan behind the shields, they watched their regiment leader charge forward faithfully, and strictly obeyed her orders.

This happened before Cyril's eyes. He couldn't witness the moment when the bone dragon Modo broke out of the ground, nor could he see what kind of bitter battle Jane Christine was facing.

But in his mind, there is another picture——

Flowing flames spewed out from the surface, engulfing the walls of the Tower of the North Wind, and the head of the Knights stood in the Tower of the North Wind covered by the flow of flames, surrounded by fallen colleagues.

Then she drew her sword towards the bone dragon.

That was the original history.

The Silver Blade Knights fell in March 1441, the day the Tower of the North Wind fell.

But now, the time has been moved forward by a full year.Jane Christine confronts the bone dragon, and her loyal knights have already set foot on their battlefield, facing undead that are several times their size——

Everything seems to have changed because of his arrival, but nothing seems to have changed at all.

The trajectory of history fluctuates up and down, but in the end it always seems to correspond to the history he is familiar with at some point——

The half-elf knight clenched his fists tightly and slammed against the wall hard.

A kind of tiredness suddenly hit my heart. I didn't feel this kind of tiredness when I was coerced by Sheldon, I didn't feel it when I was facing the bone dragon, I didn't feel it when Iris snatched the fragment, and I didn't even feel it when I saw it. There has never been a time when the half lizard lost an arm.

But at this moment, it's like the old wine has been unsealed, leaking out all the tiredness accumulated in it——

Since the time travel, he thought that he was still a player, and he was always chasing profit.Whether it is a "big benefit" for future development or a "small benefit" for personal development, reporting information, finding a job, learning skills, and then being greedy for a magic weapon as a matter of course——

But in fact, he got very little, and the pressure he faced was so heavy that it was hard to breathe.

He is so powerless, so powerless that he can only feel elated when he kills some sent skeletons on the top of the city. He even needs to be grateful to Dade. Lord Wa Danya finally rewarded me with some skeletons that I can beat!

And whether what he did actively or forced to do, did it really play a role?
Perhaps, in the boundless snowstorm, the heavy city and the fortress have restarted their city defenses, standing on the border of La Rochelle. This thick shield will block the invasion of the undead for La Rochelle, and will keep the war at bay. The process is delayed backwards.

Perhaps, the birth of the bone dragon was forced to advance, and the incomplete bone dragon could not directly bring fatal trauma to the Tower of the North Wind.

But does all of this really, really work?
Over time, the border will still fall.The combination of the Lich and the Bone Dragon was born ahead of time, and the head of the Knights, who has never been able to defeat it in history, can kill it at this moment?

If it fails, who will stop the bone dragon's attack?

What's more, there is still the cloak that was taken by Sheldon. In a certain year and a certain month, maybe the crown will be stolen by the Shadow One again——

"Hey, how can there be such a useless traveler like you."

Whether it was voluntary or not, he tried his best to do it, but the result was so unacceptable.

Too weak, too weak you, indeed, now you should stand in the sunshine of the southern country to learn and improve, pull up a team of your own, and turn out in a few years——

But now Cyril, Cyril Adrian, he is already standing here.

Facing vampires, necromancers, liches, frost giants, bone dragons——

In this chaotic northern border, he is as fragile as an ant, twisting his body to try not to be trampled into powder.

Hey, you are so weak, what else can you do?
He slammed his fist on the wall brick again, his skin was ripped apart, and blood flowed into his fingers.

It was aggrieved, or the grievance of hard work but no reward, or anger intertwined, gradually filling his whole mind, smearing the chaotic picture in a mess, trying to find a new way out of it—— —

At least, at least better than history.

For example, let the Silver Blade Knights survive, so that Jane Christine can win——

"Evans."

Cyril spoke suddenly, his voice extremely hoarse.

He turned sideways and looked at the black-haired swordsman with red eyes.

"Has Captain Christine told you how to activate the Mage Tower?"

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Kavinka's head was going bald.Originally I wanted to write three times to wish everyone a happy new year, but in the end I only wrote about five thousand...

Hope you like it.

And I'm considering changing the title of the book. I don't know if there are any book friends who can help me think about it... A book title voting chapter may be issued in two days, and I hope to participate.

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