Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 261 Tree of Life?

It is dusk.

The evening wind blew from the mountains in the distance, carrying May's unique scent of flowers and grasses, blowing over the faces of the three people who were riding forward.

Refreshing.

If they hadn't been walking among a sea of ​​grass that reached the belly of a horse, Cyril would probably be in a better mood.

It is not far from Yevwind, and the natural atmosphere here is much stronger than Siliki, which makes Miss Elf frown.

She bent down and cut off a long grass with her nails. The blade of grass was wide and thick, and blue juice flowed out from the cut. The horse under her crotch immediately lowered its head and took a big bite.

"Did you find anything?" Cyril turned his head and asked Miss Misha, and the latter opened her big book in silence, with her palms pressed against it, but there was no light on the pages, obviously she couldn't Get any inspiration from the god of nature.

She shook her head, closed the big book silently, and moved on.

Cyril was secretly worried.The scope of influence of this incident is really too large, almost the entire northeast corner of Amasir is covered. If he has established a foothold in Siliky at this time, then he has enough confidence to touch the crisis. , but he is just a newcomer at this time.

Being able to make the elves so ready shows that the number and strength of the opponent cannot be underestimated.Before the level can be broken through, the might of the individual is obviously not worth mentioning in front of the power of the group, not to mention that Cyril's own combat power is only at the [-]th level at this time.

Although in May 1440, this level was already ridiculously high for players, but after all, this is reality, not a game.

He looked ahead and vaguely saw a lush greenery like a forest, which made him a little strange—he should have gone the right way, heading towards Yevwind, but he appeared in front of him. What appears to be a forest.

The Elgin Forest is obviously in the northeast direction of Yefwind.

With doubts, Cyril moved forward for a while, and when the sky was about to fall into the night, they finally got close enough to the greenery in the shadows.And when they witnessed its true face, the blond girl walking in the front couldn't help crying:

"My lord, this can't be...the city wall of Yefwind?"

Dark green thick vines broke out from the fertile soil and climbed up the 300-year-old ancient city wall, densely packed, just like the city wall of Siliki was invaded by vines.

But what is even more extreme than Siliki is that thick trees seem to be drilled out of the stones under the vines, standing on the city wall, like loyal soldiers guarding the city, from this end of the city wall to On the other side, densely packed, it seems that there is no need to worry about whether the nutrients are enough to supply them with growth.

Cyril took a deep breath, and the words of Baron Gene O'Connor came to his mind at this time——

"You haven't seen the city wall of Yevwind with your own eyes. It's full of trees. If you don't know it, you think it's the elves' newly built Tree of Life headquarters!"

Only then did Cyril realize that Baron Jean's words were indeed not exaggerated - he saw behind the dense trees on the city wall, there was a larger canopy, which almost shaded half of the city from a distance.

"This is Yevwind." He saw that the soldiers patrolling under the vines on the city wall were better equipped than Siliki's soldiers. Cyril saw their weapons clearly, and they had long halberds in their hands. Knowing their identities:

They are the Amasir halberds, trained from the central area of ​​Amasir, and they are one of the ace infantry units of the O'Connor family. A glorious feat in stopping the cavalry sent by O'Santa Emma from the Adlai Sea by transport ship.

It is estimated that Baron Jean's private army brought this area from the central region. Siliki in the rear does not have so much defensive pressure, so he put all the halberd soldiers in the front-line cities.

This gave Cyril a piece of news: during this crisis, Baron Jean has reached a certain degree of alliance of the three cities, otherwise the Lord of Yevwind would not agree to let Baron Jean's private army take over the city defense.

They entered the city in a low-key manner, and the halberd soldiers did not question them. When Cyril passed by them, he heard them complaining sadly, obviously their morale was not high.

Cyril didn't intend to rush to the forest this night. There was still a long way to go from Yefwind to the Elgin Forest, and in Yefwind, he still needed to collect a wave of intelligence.

The best place to gather information is naturally the tavern.

There is no need for that kind of underground tavern in such a remote area with poor law and order. In ordinary taverns, adventurers, mercenaries, fugitives, etc. are mixed together.Cyril originally thought Yevwind's tavern would be as deserted as Siliki's, but when he walked into the largest tavern in the city whose door was blocked by vines, he found that almost every table inside was full of people.

He gestured to Alina and Misha, telling them not to talk to anyone casually.As soon as they entered the tavern, several sharp eyes focused on them, but they were quickly retracted.

Cyril walked in with the two of them, and at the same time quietly observed the faces of these people. They were not young, they were all weather-beaten, some had deep scars on their faces, and they all looked like adventurous veterans.

Could it be that these people are the mercenary group invited by Baron Jean to solve the incident?Then his luck was too exaggerated, and he directly bumped into his competitors?

Cyril was slandering in his heart, but Elena tugged at his sleeve at this moment. He turned his head and saw the girl pointing to a square table in the shadow of the corner, where there were still three seats.

And the rest of the seat, which was barely illuminated by the light, sat an extremely thick figure, and Elena couldn't see it clearly, but when Cyril's eyes fell on that person, he couldn't help being stunned, and then With a strange look:
"This...is this armor?"

He stared at the figure suspiciously, thinking that he was wrong, but there was a muffled but magnetic middle-aged male voice from that figure:
"Hey, don't just look there, come and sit, yes, it's you, kid."

Cyril hesitated for a moment, but still walked over.The man took the initiative to reach out and stroke the table, and the light from the candle lit up from the table, illuminating his entire appearance.

And when they saw his appearance clearly, Elena and Misha couldn't help but exclaimed——

The man was probably wearing an armor, but the shape of this armor was really strange, with circles of arcs stacked thickly and heavily, the helmet was like an onion——

No, to be precise, he was like a huge onion, bloated, sitting upright on the seat.

(End of this chapter)