Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 118 Non-regional typical NPC (two in one) 【Subscription】

Judea Pass has entered a state of martial law.

Cyril and his party got up early in the morning, and they stood at the gate of the city in the early morning. However, there was already a long queue at the gate of the city. Listening to the wind, you can't see the end of the team.

It wasn't just soldiers standing at the gate of the city. A majestic square-faced man stood at the gate of the city with his hands resting on a large black sword.The armor on his body is bright, and the cloak is automatic without wind.

Caroline poked her head out of the carriage, stared at the man at the door for a long time, then turned her head and asked Cyril quietly.

"Who is that? His beard is so long."

She reached out and tugged down, as if she could reach the lush long beard on the chin of the square-faced man.

"That's Grand Duke Frost and Snow, Jenris Herman, a big shot." Cyril glanced at him and recognized the Grand Duke Frost and Snow.

The player is very familiar with this duke. In the two years since the player participated in the northern border war, the duke has basically been present in the big scenes.

He really did his best in the Northern Border War. The Flying Dragon Knights were exhausted from the first-class knights, and there were only a few people left. The Flying Dragon Corps also suffered heavy casualties.

However, in the later period of La Rochelle, the Grand Duke was not so loyal to La Rochelle.It is said that he had a connection with Alma Sainte-Emma, ​​fornicating foreign enemies, and leading the cavalry of Alma Sainte-Emma from his territory into La Rochelle——

Of course, that was all later, at least the current Grand Duke Shuangxue is still the Grand Duke who guards the northern gate.

However, Cyril did not expect to see Jenris here. He had heard of the harshness of the other party, but it was unexpected that the Duke would personally guard the city gate because of the "Beast Blood Cult".

He couldn't help but look at Jenris twice more, but it was these two eyes that made the Grand Duke shift his eyes to the carriage they were in. His sharp gaze seemed to be able to penetrate the wall of the carriage, and see every person inside. Like a person, let a few people feel like sitting on pins and needles.

But fortunately, Qing Evans was still in front of their carriage. Evans stepped forward and had a casual conversation with the Grand Duke, and then the carriage was allowed to pass without even interrogation.

This made Cyril look at Evans twice. He originally thought that Evans was the kind of lonely wolf who was unwilling to pull the family banner to pave the way for himself—otherwise he would not be just a wolf when he was mixed with the Dragon Army. Centurion.

But now it seems that Evans is very good at using the name of the family to seek some "convenience" for himself.

After leaving the Judea pass, there are forests all around, and the temperature has obviously increased to a higher level. There is no snow on the treetops, and there are new leaves.It seems that it has rained in the middle of the night, the soil is a little soft, and the fresh air of green grass and soil is all around.Leaving aside the sound of horseshoes and wheels, one can still vaguely hear the turbulent sound of water not far away.

That is the Beiling River, which flows from the top of Simatar Mountain to the Sweipa area, providing water and fertile soil for the planting areas in the southern plains of Sweipa.

He lifted the car curtain, and saw the sun passing through the treetops, casting mottled shadows.The fine halos were run over by cars and horses, fell into the carriage again, and just happened to shine on little Caroline's sleeping face—although the journey was not stable, it was obvious that compared to the one in Tap Caroline when she was in town, now Caroline is much rounder.

However, the distance between a city has changed from cold winter to warm spring. This wonderful gap is caused by the existence of the Simatar Mountains.

To put it bluntly, if the Northern Xinjiang Plain is not the land of La Rochelle, but belongs to other countries, then they will definitely try their best to find a way to break into Judea Pass.

It's just that they didn't have time to appreciate the mountain scenery of the warm spring forest. The carriage ran non-stop, almost from early morning to noon, and then stopped to take a rest.

They were very lucky not to be disturbed by monsters along the way. It seems that although those monsters gradually became manic, there should still be a period of time before the start of the beast tide. The specific time should be similar to the history of the game, until the end of March.

But if they didn't stay in the Sweipa area all the way, then when the beast horde came, they should have been able to run to the southern area of ​​Sweipa, and they would be out of this danger.

After confirming that there were no traces of monsters nearby, Cyril and the dwarves simply lit a fire on the grass and started cooking food.The dwarves are all big picnic hands, and in such an environment with abundant ingredients, they feel like a duck to water, and the aroma soon wafts from the roasted rabbit legs.

Cyril went to the river to fill water, and happened to meet Evans who had just washed his coat—his coat was kicked up a lot of mud by the horse when he was leading the horse, and he just came to wash it at this moment.

He was squatting by the river without paying attention to his posture, his clothes were hanging on the treetops that could just be exposed to the sun, and he was squinting at the gurgling water at the moment.

Hearing the sound of Cyril's footsteps, he turned around and greeted him, then took out a long pipe from his arms, put some grass blades in it, and gestured to Cyril: "Smoking? ?”

"Cigarette pipe?" Cyril glanced curiously, then waved his hand, "Don't touch this."

"And don't you drink?"

"do not drink."

"Then you're still very young." Evans said, getting angry cheerfully, taking a deep breath, and exhaled a smoke ring.

"When you get older, you will know that people need this kind of thing to decompress."

"Hehe." Cyril was noncommittal.

Of course he couldn't understand what Evans said. For him in his previous life, this game was the best way to decompress. Realistic expectations and burdens can all be discarded. He devoted himself to this world, and even wished that he was The people of this world--

But who would have thought that he could actually travel here.

"Ash grass and Tuye, which man can refuse its taste?" He watched the smoke ring drifting farther and farther in the air, and said slowly, then took off the bong from his mouth, and knocked it on the stone. twice:
"It seems that you are going to form an adventure group? Or a mercenary group?"

"Oh? Why do you feel that way." Cyril became interested.

"You are a knight. Miss Christian is a half-support and half-assist mage. Together with the dwarf Crane and that Miss Visconti, they are very skilled and very lethal. This is already a A very good team has taken shape."

Evans talked eloquently: "If I were you, I would find another excellent ranger and another priest to supplement the gap in the team, so that your team should be able to explore many dangerous areas, such as the forest ghost valley —do you know where it is, in the Southlands."

"I know." Cyril nodded. Forest Ghost Valley is a well-known drop point for skill books. The difficulty is about level 25. It produces the second-level spell "Soul Scream". very useful skills.

With their current strength, adding a little output and recovery ability, they can really challenge the forest ghost valley.

Of course, the plan for the next dungeon was already in Cyril's mind. One of the reasons he chose to settle in the east was because there were many dungeons unlocked with events in the eastern region, and there were many skill books produced.

The only doubt is that he still doesn't know how the skill book exploded in reality. Whether the skill book can be exploded in reality is still a question.

But these are not important. The important point is that Evans' vision is really tricky. Although his strength is only at the level of an apprentice swordsman, he seems to have a lot of adventure experience.

"Have you been with an adventure group?"

"I followed, when I was about your age." Evans rinsed the pipe, wrapped it in the cloth again, and stuffed it into his arms, "I met a group of good people, but I encountered some during the expedition. The monsters that couldn’t be dealt with, ran away to death, there were not many people left.”

"Often." Cyril nodded.

Compared with the mercenary group working hard for money, the adventure group has more ideals. They all have high or low goals and strive for them.

It's just that most adventure groups will eventually return to the mercenary group. After all, unless there is a rich man in the group, there is no commission income, and the expenses cannot keep up.

Cyril suddenly felt that Evans had his eyes on him, turned his face, and saw the swordsman in black staring at him.

"Tell me, how did you know about Duke Swiper's illness." Evans snapped his fingers, "That's something that even the nobles don't know about it, even I only got some information by luck, based on your identity……"

Cyril was silent for a moment. He didn't regard this swordsman as an enemy before, and even regarded him as a credible person in the kingdom because he died too calmly in the game in his previous life.

But this is not the reason why he forgot to avoid this in front of Evans - because in April 1440 in the game, any NPC caught in the streets and alleys of the Sweeper area would know that the Duke of Sweeper was seriously ill .

Who wants to know the secrets that are still among the nobles?
But just when Cyril was still thinking of finding an excuse to prevaricate, Evans suddenly laughed: "If it wasn't because you said this clearly, I really can't believe there will be such a thing as a beast horde!" But when I got into Judea and heard the deadly noise of animals in the middle of the night, I knew you were right—"

He suddenly looked at Cyril suspiciously, and his voice gradually rose; "You can't be a walker of Danya's will in the world, so you can know these things."

The corner of Cyril's eyes twitched. Evans' ability of self-persuasion and brain supplementation is too amazing. What kind of Danya will walk in the world-if I am the kind of existence that sounds very powerful, I will face the bones in the northern border. Didn't the dragon straighten his sword to his chest, shout "Danya—" and then turn into light, wouldn't the northern border be stable?
Do you still need to look at this castrated panel and worry about the experience bar every day?

He shrugged, closed the lid of the kettle, and said to Evans: "Then you can worship me now. I am the walker of Danya's will in the world. May the holy light... shine on you."

But before he finished speaking, he suddenly heard a strong wind blowing.He subconsciously stretched out his hand to grab it, but what he got in his hand was a beautiful pink-white fruit, which was exactly the fruit of the summer fallen fruit tree he had seen yesterday.

Cyril looked in the direction where the fruit was flying, and saw a summer fallen fruit tree standing there. At this moment, an elf face that he had only seen last night protruded from the lush green leaves, looking at him seriously :
"No way, fellow clan, we are the subjects of Nora, the god of nature, how can we go to other beliefs casually?"

"Misha Ashvan? Why are you here?"

Cyril's face froze, he lifted the kettle in his hand, pulled Evans and left.The latter was still puzzled. He didn't know why Cyril ran away when he saw the elf, but Misha's incarnate tree was already bouncing after him, and he was still shouting:

"Slow down, slow down, fellow clan, take me for a ride, I can't walk anymore."

"Adrien, Adrian, slow down!" Evans staggered and shouted again and again, "It's just a beautiful elf lady, why are you avoiding her?"

"You don't understand, such a character represents 'trouble'!" Cyril said angrily, "This kind of non-regional typical NPC is the endorsement of trouble, if you want to get involved with elves, then go to Ama Go Syl, there are elves aplenty!"

"What non-regional typical NPC, what are you talking about?" Evans couldn't understand Cyril's weird words at all, so he could only follow his pace.But the camp was not far away, and within two steps, they saw the dwarves and girls sitting around the fire, and Misha's summer fruit tree was still closely behind them——

"Get in the car, let's go, let's go!" Cyril greeted, rushed up and threw the pots and pans into the bag indiscriminately, and pushed the unknown dwarf onto the horse.

The latter just wanted to show Caroline and Elena a unique skill of swallowing a rabbit's leg, and was about to scold Cyril angrily, but suddenly froze in place.

And it wasn't just him who was stunned, even the three girls who just got into the carriage, and Evans who was about to get on the horse were also stunned——

The surrounding trees shook, at first it was extremely slight, and then the leaves made a loud noise, trembling as if being blown by a fifteenth-level hurricane, and those new leaves would fall to the ground.

Immediately afterwards, there was a rumbling sound, not a flash flood, nor a boulder rolling down, but a continuous and overlapping sound. Countless sounds were stacked together to reverberate the sound that made the heart rumble along with it— —

"Go, let's go!" Cyril shouted loudly, the dwarf and Evans no longer hesitated, and swiped their horsewhip vigorously, while Cyril himself jumped into the carriage.

He looked behind him with an ugly expression, and there was a huge cloud of smoke and dust in the continuous forest from the near to the distant mountains.

What's even more frightening is that this huge cloud of smoke is rapidly approaching, and as it approaches, some other sounds can gradually be distinguished from the vibration——

There were wolves howling, birds chirping, and orangutans screaming. All kinds of sounds were mixed together and overlapped with the countless footsteps to create that terrifying sound!
Beast tide!

The beast tide is coming!

(End of this chapter)