Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 247 Broken Sword (Two in One)

This "barbarian", who was actually not weak, kept his hands in the downward chopping motion, and the tomahawk fell to the ground, smashing a piece of cobblestone.At this moment, his face was terrified, and the sweat kept dripping down, instantly soaking the shirt under the soft armor, and he could only glance at the frozen boy beside him from the corner of his eye.

"This sword... how..."

He couldn't even utter a question. When he opened his mouth, only a hoarse breath escaped from his throat, and all his words were blocked by the cold sword.

Of course, Cyril would not go out of his way to explain it to him.In fact, when he walked onto this river beach and chose to respond with a "quick attack" in order to complete Heloise's mission, Darren Shealy's defeat was already doomed——

Fighting skills, which require a warrior to go through life and death for thousands of times, are precious things that can be refined by Cyril, but they have already achieved great success.It is obviously a big mistake for a fighter who uses a two-handed battle ax and relies on strength to face his opponent to choose a starting move like "strike Huashan with strength".

The truly experienced two-handed ax fighters often start with sweeping hands, forcing the opponent to block or dodge, until the opponent loses their center of gravity, and then end the battle with skills such as vertical chop.

It's a pity that Darren didn't seem to pay attention to this young knight who was only 15 years old from the beginning. Maybe he thought that the other party just mixed up his qualifications with the leader of the knight before, and his combat effectiveness was just average.

Cyril even felt that he was making a big deal out of a molehill - he unreservedly turned on the hysteresis halo when he was facing him, making Darren's movements actually slower than before, but Darren himself didn't notice it. .

But what's interesting is that he obviously felt that the effect of his hysteresis aura was stronger than before. He thought he would brush the tip of the ax and brushed over the ax, but before the ax fell off, he had already reached Darren in one step. side.

Is it because the effect of the hysteresis aura increases as the level grows?This skill seems to be only enhanced by the equipment, not by the character's level, right?

It's strange to feel strange in my heart, but the most important thing is to end the battle on the field.

"you lose."

He said without any emotion, then flipped the long sword in his hand, and slapped Darren's face lightly with the plane.The latter let go of his hands dejectedly, and the battle ax fell to the ground.

Victory and defeat.

Cyril raised the sword in his hand high, the scene of the river beach slowly receded, and returned to the original appearance of the arena. There were rounds of cheers from around, which were the applause of the audience.

He glanced across the stands, saw the southern nobles who were gnashing their teeth, the students jumping excitedly, and of course Mia and Alina who were standing on the railing and waving while jumping.

Anastasia Herman sat unexpectedly quiet, just nodded to him, Heloise crouching in her ear, seemed to be whispering something, and Anastasia Ya's expression changed for a while, and finally she stood up and walked directly to the aisle, disappearing from Cyril's sight.

"What's the urgent matter for the eldest princess?" Cyril was wondering in his heart, and he planned to use this victory to get some more wool from Anastasia, who would have thought that the other party would leave in such a hurry.

And the point is, she looks very unhappy——

Is there anything other than nobles that can make the eldest princess unhappy?
Cyril was thinking, and suddenly felt a chill down his back, as if something was staring at him.He subconsciously twisted his body and drew his sword, but he heard the sound of "Dang", the huge force made him unable to even hold the long sword in his hand, the hilt of the sword came out of his hand, and the long sword flew high!
And the remaining power of that huge force caused Cyril to stagger back several steps.He tried hard to regain his balance, but an icy breath seemed to pour into his body, making him unable to control his body normally, and in the end he couldn't even stand still, and fell down on his butt on the ground.

Cyril's expression changed drastically. He rolled sideways neatly, and then he was about to pull out "Hemer's Traveling Clothes" to escape into invisibility. However, when he raised his body and looked forward again, he found that on the distant stands facing him, There is a hazy figure who seems to be slowly withdrawing his sword——

What was just now... that person swung a sword energy towards me from such a far away place? !

Cyril felt that his heart was about to jump out. If he hadn't reacted quickly and drew his sword to resist, the sword energy would have stabbed him right through—but the question was who was it, and why did he wave it at him for no reason? The sword, when he didn't get it, he just stopped it like this.

Obviously, as long as he receives a sword at this time, he will be seriously injured if he does not die...

Just as he was wondering, the great swordsman who was in charge of watching the field finally appeared by his side and stood in front of him.Cyril quickly pointed in that direction, pointing out the attacker to the great swordsman, but at this moment, there was no one there.

There was chaos in the stands, and no one would have thought that there would be such a sudden attack after the duel.Cyril sat on the ground for a while before he felt the cold breath subside from his body.

He stood up slowly, but saw that the entrance to the venue opened, Mia and Alina rushed out with big strides, and a water healing spell flew over from a distance and landed on him.

"Mr. Wei, are you not injured?" Mia ran to Cyril's side first, checked Cyril worriedly, and did not let out a long sigh of relief until she confirmed that he was not injured, and said incoherently: "Scared me to death , I'm still happy, but suddenly Mr. Wei, you flew up... Ah, it was the sword that flew up, and you fell out... Was it the southern nobles who did it?"

"No." Cyril shook his head and asked instead, "Where is my sword?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Alina with a tense face, holding the silver-bladed holy blade in both hands, trotting to his side: "Your sword."

Cyril breathed a sigh of relief, stretched out his hand to catch the sword, and said, "Okay, don't worry, it's just a sudden attack, maybe it was arranged by His Majesty—"

But before he finished speaking, his voice suddenly stopped.

When he picked up the silver-bladed holy blade that had accompanied him from northern Xinjiang to the present, a strange sense of weight came from the hilt.

Immediately afterwards, several cracks appeared on the silver-white blade, and the long sword shattered in the blink of an eye, falling down with a clatter, clanging together.

Like snow falling in northern Xinjiang.

The sword is broken.

Those shattered fragments reflected the light of the sun, the light was silvery white and gentle, just like when Cyril lifted it up countless times, when he lifted it up in the dark, it seemed that a force could spread out from it, guiding the body week people.

Mia was stunned, and Elena was also stunned, and they all looked at the young man whose face was turning pale—they seemed to have never seen Cyril with such a gloomy expression.

And the boy's hand holding the sword hilt trembled uncontrollably.

Is it because the target is rushing to smash my sword, so there is no second sword?

He took a big breath, the joy of winning and obtaining the title was gone at this moment, he looked down at the remaining hilt of the sword in his palm and the short blade on it, less than the width of a thumb.

Is this the reason why I can definitely react, that's why I swung this sword?
Cyril unexpectedly found that he was not as angry as he imagined, or he was indeed angry, but the calmness of the second panel belonging to the undead had taken over his thoughts in time.

In his mind, that vague figure was infinitely magnified, and he could tell: it was a long and thin figure, wearing a cloak, with short and medium black curly hair, and the sword energy he swung was like ice. The addition of elements makes my body extremely stiff, and I can't even control the balance——

He came prepared, or he was waiting for the moment when I won. He may hate me, but it is not me who hates——

Perhaps, what he hates is... the Silver Blade Knights?

Ice element, hostile to the Silver Blade Knights, powerful——

These three clues were clearly stripped out, displayed in Cyril's mind, and finally combined into a name:
"Darrow Ruskin—"

Mia and Alina kept looking at Cyril, and the gloomy expression made them dare not speak casually.They all watched Cyril get the sword, so they naturally know how important this sword is to Cyril:
It is not just an excellent level of equipment, but also represents the trust and importance that Captain Christine has in Cyril——

And now, it's broken.

But at this moment, they all heard the name spoken by Cyril's flat and scary voice.

Darrow Ruskin?Who is that?
Doubts arose spontaneously, but neither of them dared to ask questions at this time.

"Cyril..." Elena called out softly, but then closed her mouth—the trembling of the half-elf boy suddenly stopped, and then, in the eyes of the two, he slowly bent down and began to drop the fallen things on the ground. Pick up the fragments of the blade one by one.

She quickly squatted down, and Mia had already begun to bend over to pick up the fragments——Miss Mage took off her robe, wrapped the fragments of the sword blade in her mage robe, put all the fragments in it, and handed them together at the end In front of Cyril.

"Mr. Wei, it's all here." She said cautiously, but found that all the gloom on Cyril's face had disappeared, leaving only the solemnity of facing an enemy.

"I'm sorry to trouble you." Cyril bowed slightly, then took the mage's robe and put it into the space bracelet.

"Cyril..." Alina stared at Cyril's face, trying to find out the traces that the boy was hiding.Her own sword was also damaged, and although she now has a temporary replacement, she still clearly understands the emotion of a damaged weapon.

But Cyril looked at the worried expressions of the two, but shook his head instead: "Don't worry, it's just a broken sword, and no one was hurt—the old one won't go away, and the new one won't come."

He then turned his head and looked into the distance, where the slender figure disappeared.

Cut off the long sword of a knight, although he claims that he does not have the glory of the so-called knight.

But this account.

He took note.

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At this time, in a dark alley in the outer city.

The two brothers Robin and Tang En, the chief and deputy commanders of the [-]th Legion, were carried forward by a slender figure, and they didn't let go until they got into the alley and threw them on the ground.

"Master Ruskin, why are you doing this?"

Robin's voice was full of disbelief, everything that just happened seemed so magical——

When he turned his eyes away from his brother and returned to the arena, the battle was over.The surrounding cheers have already sounded, and in the hand of the young man on the field, the long sword shining with silver light is resting on the side of Darren Xie Li's neck, which is similar to the attitude of Tianhuo when he won the tenth battle in the underground arena a few days ago. It was exactly the same - except that Tianhuo's sword wiped Jian Wu's neck neatly that time.

He thought, it's no wonder Tang En was so sure of the boy's identity that even he couldn't help clenching his fists - he once again thought of the confrontation with Jane Christine ten years ago.

In this way, isn't the long sword in the young man's hand the same as Christine's so-called "Silver Blade Knights" saber?
But just as this thought flashed through his mind, a cold snort came from around him, and then a long and thin figure stood up from a sideways position in front of him.The short and medium black hair that is somewhat curly has obviously not been combed, and the curled one is called a random, almost drawing a question mark on the top of the head.

But Robin, who caught a glimpse of such a weird hairstyle, didn't have the slightest thought of laughing. He suddenly jumped up, bowed and shouted: "Lord Ruskin!"

As he shouted, he stretched out his hand to grab Tang En beside him, but the latter seemed to be stunned by the scene on the field, and he didn't stand up even after he pulled it a few times.In desperation, he could only lower his waist even lower.

But the curly-haired man in front of him didn't have the desire to turn around at all, as if he didn't hear Robin's shout at all.Robin glanced ahead from the corner of his eye, but saw that the cloak behind the man was raised slightly to the side, obviously making a gesture of raising his hand——

"Lord Ruskin, do you want it?"

Everyone around noticed the abnormality here, and all their gazes were focused on that person, but that person didn't care about these gazes at all, and raised his hand directly.

In his hand was a long sword that was crystal blue all over.

Without any fancy extra movements, just raised the sword, swung it forward and then put it down, a cold breath shot forward.The scalps of everyone in its flight path were shivering, and then Robin saw that the young man in the field suddenly twisted his body to make a blocking gesture, and then fell backward.

"Lord Ruskin, that's the new baron of the future Amathir region!" He exclaimed, and Tang En, who was beside him, finally came to his senses and blurted out: "Why is the mad dog here!"

But before Tang En could leave his mouth, Robin gave him a hard look.He quickly covered his mouth, but the word finally "irritated" that Lord "Raskin".

Ruskin put the long sword back into the sheath with a "swish", then turned around and grabbed Robin and Dunn with both hands.The strength of his seemingly slender body is not small at all. He casually picked up the two chief and deputy army commanders who were also considered strong men. They wanted to resist, but the icy breath overflowing from Ruskin instantly For a while, they lost the power to resist.

Immediately afterwards, he carried the two legion commanders one by one into the alleys of the outer city.

"You know him?"

When Raskin's voice sounded, it was not as cold as imagined, but rather neutral, and it sounded strangely feminine.

The two brothers looked at each other, and finally nodded to each other, telling the whole story about the underground arena.

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(End of this chapter)