Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 222 Victims

Cyril really didn't expect to meet such a "fish" in this arena - although it is not a big fish, it is really not ranked compared to the future "Twilight Shadow".

But this knight with justice written all over his face will have a great reputation in the future.

Rod Sergey, a knight born in the Primordial Church.His most glorious record is to fight against Ao San Emma on the Eastern Front. When the front is about to be defeated, he activates the skills "prayer" and "sacrifice" to sacrifice his life in exchange for the lives of half of the soldiers who died in battle. of recovery.

After the war, he was dubbed the "Sacrifice" and included in the list of "Great Knights" of the Primordial Church.

At this time, Rod Sergey was not that mature yet, and Cyril estimated that in 1440, he was only at the level of an apprentice knight, and should be at the same level as himself.

And considering that the opponent's training route is "defensive knight", and the main job is defense rather than offense, in terms of combat effectiveness, I estimate that I can beat ten Rhodes.

But this doesn't mean that Cyril is not tempted - in his previous conception of the team, there just happened to be a lack of a leading role.Originally, he planned to persuade Evans to switch to a meat shield, but Evans ran so fast that he was about to go to the south in no time, and there was a lack of suitable candidates.

Moreover, the establishment of his own regiment is something he has already planned. If there is an upright knight in the queue, it will undoubtedly gather people's hearts to a great extent, and it will also pave the way for the establishment of a knight regiment in the future——

He calmly handed the mask back to Rod Sergey. Hearing the other party's thanks and apologies again and again, he was thinking about how to get close to him, but the middle-aged man's voice sounded again:
"Site No. [-], Paladin, come on stage!"

Sergey, who had spoken softly just now, stood up straight, and nodded again to Cyril: "Sorry, sir, I'm going to compete on stage first, please forgive me for taking the first step."

Then he strode towards the center of the field and stood under the bright lights.

Three more names were called to the stage by the middle-aged man, and then the light flashed, and the four people standing in the center of the field stood there dumbfounded.Ripples appeared in the air around them, but looking from Cyril, he couldn't see the battle in the field.

This is obviously to prevent the rest of the players from observing the opponent's movements and to prepare countermeasures in advance.

The middle-aged man's commentary voice became extremely hazy, and only a few syllables could be vaguely discerned.Cyril was sure that there must be a high-ring mage sitting in this venue, which was obviously the effect of the spell "Confusion".

This further confirmed his conclusion - if it wasn't for the intervention of the superiors, how could a high ring mage come to such a place?

He suddenly thought of Evans—Evans also entered the bar just now.It is obviously impossible for him to come as a contestant, so what he represents should be a high-level figure in the capital...

Is this a plan to select good seedlings among the gladiators and join the southern restraint plan?

Cyril was shocked and almost stopped breathing for a moment——

Well, you Evans, you actually plan to rob me?
He was not worried that he would be picked by the side represented by Evans. Although he was determined to win the glory of a gladiator, he himself was about to be awarded a knighthood, and going to the East was a certainty.

It's just that if the seedlings he picked are also targeted by the people above, then he may not be able to offer enough benefits to attract these good seedlings to follow him.

Cyril was worried in his heart, but saw the two people in the No. [-] venue suddenly tremble, and then Rod Sergey covered his shoulders and fell down.

"Isn't it, such a dish? This loser is too...too fast, it's less than 3 minutes, right?"

Cyril was wondering, when the middle-aged man's voice suddenly became very clear again: "Paladin, the paladin has fallen! It seems that he has not been favored by Danya..."

Amidst the commentary, Rod Sergey lowered his head and slowly stepped off the stage.Cyril couldn't help but asked softly:
"How did you lose?"

And Rod Sergey obviously lacked interest, and his voice was full of frustration: "I, I picked up a small round shield."

Cyril couldn't help being silent, no wonder the middle-aged man said that the paladin didn't receive Danya's favor, a small buckler to face the opponent, it's really unlucky to open the door, unlucky.

I didn't realize that this Rod Sergey was actually a black-faced African paladin.

Cyril thought for a while and patted him on the shoulder: "Your Excellency, why don't we chat later? I don't think your strength should stop here..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw Rhodes suddenly raised his head, and the blue eyes under the mask were full of energy again: "Really? Where shall we meet?"

"Uh, Desheng Tavern in the outer city." Cyril casually reported an address, and before Sergey could respond, the middle-aged man's voice sounded again: "The second round of competition is over, Paladin, Tucker Elimination, the first challenger, Tianhuo, the second challenger, the little raccoon!"

Just as Cyril was about to turn around, the tall knight in front of him suddenly straightened up, and his tall body was instantly filled with pressure.He was still thinking about what Rhodes was going to do, but when he saw Rhodes put his feet together, put one hand on the other shoulder, and shouted loudly:

"Your Excellency, may the stars shine on you!"

There was a sigh of relief all around.Cyril was silent for a moment, he said nothing in the end, then nodded slightly to Rhodes, then turned around, and walked towards the center of the field——

"Generating terrain..."

"The weapon is being dropped..."

"link start!"

Of course, these are all made up in Cyril's brain, and in just a moment, he has appeared in a brand new environment——

With waist-high grass all around, the terrain looks like the tall grass west of La Rochelle.

He immediately squatted down and began to grope for randomly dropped weapons on the ground—all the dropped weapons were scattered on the ground, and if he couldn't see them, he had to touch them with his hands.

But he had only groped for a few meters, and there was a sound of swift footsteps behind him. Obviously, his opponent had already got the weapon and was rushing towards him!

"hurry up!"

Cyril yelled in his heart, distinguishing the distance from the sound of footsteps. The speed of the other party was extremely fast, and it sounded like a very agile type. He rushed behind him in the blink of an eye——

At the last moment, he touched a hard object, grabbed it subconsciously, turned around and threw it behind him, but he heard the sound of metal colliding, and he successfully parried the opponent's weapon.

But Cyril's face was not pretty at all——

Laughter was everywhere outside the arena, and the middle-aged man laughed out of breath:

"Look, what did we see? Tianhuo, whom we have given high hopes for, is actually the same as the loser in the first game!"

"Get a buckler!"

　Hey, I also want to update more, but I have a part-time job. I start writing so late after getting off work every day. I have worked hard to ensure full attendance [

　　Also please forgive me.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)