Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 273

(two in one)

That was undoubtedly an elf, he—or she, at least at this distance, Cyril couldn't tell his gender.He has all the elements that elves have, from the pointed ears to the perfect side face seen from the side - when Nora created these His direct subjects, it can be said that he was extremely eccentric, taking all kinds of things that he thought All the elements of beauty are stacked together.

But he was wrapped in a layer of faint silver light, like moonlight, but also like the light emanating from himself, so that Cyril couldn't see what the curve of his figure was.

But at this time, it was not the time to care whether he was a man or a woman. The point was that he quietly appeared on the leaves of this quasi-ancient tree, and Cyril didn't even notice it.

You must know that such an environment full of flowing wind is undoubtedly Cyril's home field. His unique strong affinity for the wind element allows him to easily collect all kinds of information he wants through listening to the wind.

If Cyril is willing, he can even hear the elf couple who are working hard on the treetops of the No.17 tree on the third floor of the fifth circle outside the ancient tree, and the neighbor next door who is covering their ears and can't sleep, and then chooses to masturbate poor bachelor.

Of course, he won't listen to it.

But the range around his body is naturally within his alert range, unless he is a professional-level rogue who specializes in stealth, otherwise he can't miss his perception.

But this elf intruded into Cyril's side silently, within a distance of not more than 50 meters, and could even comfortably enjoy the moonlight——

Cyril subconsciously wanted to reach out and grab the hilt of the sword at his waist, but before he could do it, an inexplicable force made him unable to move.He lowered his head and saw that blue magic vines grew out of nowhere on the ground under his feet, imprisoning his hands and feet.

"Curiosity is an excellent quality, but curiosity does not mean that you can act at will... Let me see how good the little guy who awakened me is—"

The voice murmured inexplicable incomprehensible words, mixed with obscure and incomprehensible Elvish language.After hearing a few words, Cyril was shocked in his heart - Elvish language is an inherent ability of Cyril's body, and he and elves can communicate in Elvish language without barriers.

But the Elven language spoken by this voice has many more tongue-tattling sounds than the existing Elvish language, and the syllables are also longer, as if simple words are complicated——

Ancient Elvish?That is a language of extreme difficulty. Unless someone enlightens you in the game, you will have no chance to learn it.

But when Cyril was puzzled, those vines became more and more presumptuous, at first they just entangled his hands and feet, and then they poked towards his body.When Cyril came back to his senses, a vine was wrapping around his ear, which made him shrink his neck subconsciously.

"Hey, that's too much!" Cyril shouted, the magic power in the wind elemental pool poured out in an instant, circulating around his body, and with the rustling sound, all the vines that entangled him were cut off.

The moment he regained his freedom, he drew out his long sword, and the elf stood up at the same time——His originally extremely neutral and magnetic voice became low at this moment, like the faint thunder in a storm, low Roaring and roaring:
"How dare you draw your sword at me!"

The originally calm wind became extremely chaotic. His words were like a storm, and the thick, large silver leaves around him were rolled up. Come here!

This power, what a joke!
Cyril screamed wildly in his heart, he was like a small boat in a storm, and a huge wave was hitting his head and face - this momentum, this torrent of magic power is definitely not something that can be released at a professional level!
He screamed in his heart, but the half-elf boy facing the wall of wind and leaves had already seen the situation clearly.He cannot avoid it, even if he escapes into stealth, he will be thrown out by the torrent of magic power.And Homer's travel coat?Invisibility is not invincibility!
Cyril knew that he had no way to retreat, but how could he have the martial arts to deal with moves of this scale?Rogue piercing?Knight's halo is full and the shield is raised?still--

He suddenly had an idea, gritted his teeth, and resolutely held the long sword in front of his chest against the strong wind. All the magic power was poured into the sword in his hand, and the blue light was instantly bright, even in the silver moonlight. Down, they are like a ball of spinning sapphire.

He seemed to hear a puzzled and contemptuous "Oh?" mixed with the sound of the wind, but he couldn't distinguish it. The scattered leaf blades flying from the thick leaf wall had already flown past his cheeks, and he only had time to lean on Experience tilted slightly.The leaf left a light bloodstain on his cheek, and then nailed it into the wooden wall behind him with a "do".

Hold your breath and concentrate!
Cyril didn't care about the flying leaves, he just stared at the thick leaf wall, the leaves as wide as a cattail fan were piled up, in Cyril's eyes at this moment, he could only see roads wrapped on it, as if endowed with the wind of its soul.

There are turbulent currents everywhere, and strong winds everywhere. Seeing that Ye Qiang had arrived in front of the Building of Wind in a blink of an eye, he let out a low voice and took a step forward. The long sword in his hand was also the step forward. Let's wave together!
The cyan wind group that had just spun on the blade accelerated at this moment, and its howling sound like a goshawk could be vaguely heard.The goshawk flapped its wings in a hurry, and the moment the steel-like wings closed, it bumped into the storm——

With the wind against the wind, cut against the wind!
The moment he swung the long sword, it seemed as if all the strength in Cyril's body had been drained.But even in this state of collapse, he still kept his eyes open and stared straight ahead.

looked straight at his sword.

He saw that his sword began to tremble violently the moment it broke through the wind wall, like a goshawk caught in a turbulent flow, but it tightened its body even harder, like a compressed air bomb, and exploded out of thin air— —The tip of the sword that was shaking just now suddenly stabilized, and in the next second, the tip of the sword completely broke through the turbulent wind and cut into the thick leaf wall!
"cut--!"

Cyril exhausted his last strength and stretched his long sword forward a little bit.He clearly saw that the silver leaf like Mu Yuehua was sunken back under the touch of the tip of his sword. With the introduction of the long sword, the leaf surface that seemed to be gilded appeared. a crack--

The sword stopped.

The wind stopped.

Ye Qiang also stopped.

There was a sound of huge waves suddenly collapsing in the ear, and an unknown number of cubic meters of water smashed into the sea—the leaves that made up the leaf wall were scattered, like countless silver butterflies flying in the air, fluttering and slowly Return to the ancient tree that has no waves in the strong wind.

Cyril was stunned.

He still maintained that sword movement, the hands holding the sword trembled involuntarily, and the tip of the sword gradually drooped.In the end, he couldn't hold it anymore, and he couldn't stand up anymore. The long sword was inserted into the wooden board under his feet, leaning on the long sword, half kneeling and gasping for breath.

He knew that this leaf wall was definitely not broken by his sword. The only possibility was that the attacking elf took the initiative to disintegrate it——

When Cyril raised his head again, he saw the elf sitting on the fence in front of him.He is wearing a light silver one-piece armor. Every piece of metal is full of magic and unique texture. While it is light and slim, absolutely no one can question its protective ability.

That face was still covered in a silvery light. He stretched out his hand, and his slender fingertips lightly landed on Cyril's forehead.

"What's the name of this sword?"

He asked softly, and his voice returned to that neutral and magnetic gentleness.

Cyril swallowed a mouthful of saliva, let it slightly moisten his dry mouth, and replied:

"A blade against the wind."

Windward Blade, a sword skill from a large magical plain, was recognized by players as the best "armor-breaking skill" even in the 1460s.

But at the same time, this skill is also included in the top ten of the "100 least practical skills in heads-up".There is no other reason. The condition for the activation of this sword skill is to consume all the magic power in the body to achieve a 100% "defense breaking" effect-whether it is physical armor or magic shield, break them all for you to see.

It may be very useful for a team. When facing a boss with high armor and high magic resistance, having such an armor-piercing hand can undoubtedly greatly speed up the advancement of the boss, and the consumed magic power can also be replenished. Occupation is immediately restored to full capacity.

But in duels, the purpose of slashing the sword is to break the armor, and there is no way to use other skills after breaking the armor-would the opponent still wait for you to take drugs to return to mana?

And the more critical point is that the player's armor is absolutely not worthy of the armor-piercing effect that this sword can achieve.

Cyril only thought of using this sword in an emergency. At that moment, he regarded the blast on the leaf wall as a shield.The reality is not as strict as the game, and he can't think of any other skills that may tear this leaf wall.

Fortunately, under the blessing of Wanxiang Fengxing, he successfully used this sword, and it was really effective——

"Blade against the wind?"

The elf seemed to be chewing the word, and nodded after a while: "Excellent sword skills."

He paused, and then continued: "However, what makes me more satisfied is your quality. You still have the courage to draw a sword when facing a crisis far superior to yourself. Nora's people need this kind of courage to move forward." courage—you have awakened me, and I am very pleased with you."

Cyril bowed slightly to salute, heaved a sigh of relief in his heart - he guessed too, it was impossible for this elf to attack a junior in a place like the Tree of Life, this was probably a test.

The face-to-face confrontation he chose at that moment just met the requirements of the opponent's assessment.In the game, such temporary emergencies are not uncommon, and they are often accompanied by generous rewards.

And the elf was still speaking slowly:

"Wind elemental pool, a perfect wind elemental pool, if I didn't know that the wind elf had disappeared in the gray tide, I would have thought you were a pure wind elf - it seems that this is the protection given to you by Nora, um... ...well, get out your codex."

Wind Spirit?Cyril has heard of this term before. This is a branch of the ancient elves. They are outstanding fighters, and their mastery of the magic power of the wind element is unparalleled. Thinking about it this way, he really fits the wind elves.

Otherwise, he couldn't explain why such a perfect wind element pool was inexplicably opened.

But the problem is that the wind elves are ancient elves, and they disappeared at least three times before civilization—that was even before the dynasty of the elves dominated the continent, and this elf also said that the wind elves had long since disappeared in the gray tide ...

Wait a minute, what is Gray Tide?
Cyril felt that the amount of information in the few words spoken by the other party was so large that it exploded. He looked at the other party suspiciously and began to recall which era the ancient elf language he spoke belonged to. It seemed that the length of the words he said was comparable to that of modern elf language. The word length gap is as outrageous as German and English—

Shouldn't there be such complicated changes as Yin and Yang?

He looked at the face covered by a faint silver light, and was slandering, but he was a little impatient when he heard the other party's voice:

"Get it out quickly, I don't have much time—"

"Ah? What did you take out?" Cyril was taken aback for a moment, and he realized that it seemed that the elf had just said a long string, and his focus was all on the front.

"The code, the code compiled by the king, on which Nora's divine power resides—you didn't take it with you, did you?"

code?The code compiled by Wang?Elf king?Did he speak of the natural law?

Cyril suddenly remembered what the other party said just now, "You woke me up".

Awakened means that he was asleep... Where could the ancient elves be sleeping?Isn't it in the tree of life under his feet?
He finally sorted out the logic in his mind: it turned out that the elf was not looking for him, but Miss Misha!

It was Miss Misha's previous actions that resonated with this quasi-ancient tree, thus awakening the elf sleeping in the tree.Thinking about it this way, He is also just a spirit body.

But what he is is not important, what is important now is that Cyril seems to have cut off this adventure that belongs to Miss Misha to...

The face of the half-elf boy was full of embarrassment, he opened his mouth, and said slowly amidst the impatient urging of the elf:

"Well, senior, you seem to... find the wrong person."

"... shponga."

Cyril didn't understand, he guessed it was probably a curse word in ancient elf language.He wiped the sweat off his face and said seriously:
"Wake up your elf to drink tea downstairs, I just came up...to blow some air."

After he finished speaking, he saw the elf in front of him flickering with silver light, as if he could hear the sound of beep beep when Ultraman's energy was exhausted, and then the elf trembled, "Whew "The ground fell headlong into the leaves behind him.

"Senior, senior!"

Cyril hurriedly tried to reach out and grab him, but it was too late, the silver light quickly fell, hit a branch of a tree, and disappeared.

Cyril lay on the railing, staring down for a long time, and suddenly started to growl in his heart:
You can leave if you want, hand over your things before leaving!
(End of this chapter)