Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 278 The Horn Blows (Two in One)

After extracting the necessary information from the elder elf's words, when Cyril looked at Elandar again, the elf face with a cold and ascetic appearance grew inexplicably under the warm golden light...

wool!

Although he knew in his heart that the task this time was more difficult than he had imagined.From the player's point of view: this will be a very difficult large-scale dungeon, there is an upper limit of strength for entering the dungeon and there is a certain debuff for special creatures.For players, only the top large-scale guilds are qualified to open up dungeons like wasteland.

And even if it is a top guild, it needs to have two top-notch teams, equipped with countless support staff, and it will probably take more than half a month to collect and sort out the data.

Not to mention that it is still early days in the game, and the player's own resources are scarce—of course, this dungeon in the game is not yet the player's turn to enjoy it. Players in this time period have just entered Derek province, and the wolf man fight.

Now Cyril has a total of two or three big cats and kittens under his command, and the fiercest thugs can't be counted as his own.But even so, he still regarded the reward for clearing the dungeon as something in his pocket.

It's not that he is too arrogant, but that he has only one option to choose - winning the Elgin Forest, which is the prerequisite for unifying the three northeast cities of Amasir.

He is definitely not a leisurely pioneer now, but a race against time to solve this so-called "scorch incident" before that baron!
Cyril took a deep breath. It was a feeling of being chased and run by invisible pressure. He was like a fox running on the ground when the eagle flew in September, trying to compete with the eagle to kill the only rabbit.

But it was this sense of oppression that allowed him to find the sense of urgency of dancing in the shadows and licking blood with the tip of a knife.

Yilandar suddenly felt that the half-elf boy in front of him had changed. If he was neither humble nor overbearing just now, then this boy was full of a sense of strength, especially when he dared to emphasize his "incompetence" again——

Although Yilandar didn't think this was a manifestation of his own lack of ability, without his full blockade, the entire Elgin Forest would have fallen long ago.But it is a fact that the scorching incident could not be resolved. Because of this humiliation, even the bald druid could step on his head!

Don't think that elves are such good-tempered existences——

Under the round table, Yilandar squeezed his hand calmly, resisting the urge to hang the half-elf boy up by a vine, and tried to restore calm on his face:
"Adrien, I don't care what you think, it is urgent to solve the coking incident."

"Yes, of course, it is really urgent for you, and I very much agree with that."

Ylandar watched the half-elf boy's body soften again. He sat on the bed, leaning against the head of the bed a little lazily, with a look of compromise.

This made Yilandar think, this half-elf boy who was lucky to be able to resonate with the tree of life is still aware of current affairs.He put the smile on his face again that made the unicorn come up to him and kiss him.But just as he was about to speak, taking advantage of the situation to promote this short-term alliance, the half-elf boy rushed to speak before him:
"But what does that have to do with me?"

Erendar's smile disappeared suddenly.He watched the young man lying on his side on the bed, with a seductive posture, like a cunning fox, waiting for the little rabbit to feed him grapes——

This expression caused the anger in Yilandal's heart to increase suddenly, and the fist under the table could no longer be controlled, and he closed it suddenly, but there was a "puchi", and the table was pierced by vines.

Elena, who was still sleeping on the table, jumped up suddenly, but was just held down by Miss Misha on the side, and hugged to the chair on the other side, and made a "shh" gesture towards Elena .

He was in a hurry.

Cyril watched Yilandar's gaffe in his spare time, thought in his heart, and couldn't help laughing at the same time—Ilandar, Yilandar, you have pretended all night and half the morning, and you finally showed your flaws.

The elder who has to work hard for the development of the clan all day, the "heart of the tree" who has lived for 300 years, how could he be a cheerful and kind person.

He said that he is not rigid, more advanced?It's a joke, it's really not old-fashioned, it has already called out the guards of Yevwind outside to come in and help.

The arrogance of this batch of elves is engraved in their bones, and perhaps they do have this qualification-in terms of the purity of their blood, the elves are the direct creations of Nora, while humans are the descendants of the creations of the primordial god Danya.

If one really wanted to talk to the elves from the perspective of bloodlines, then one had to be the ancestors of mankind, the "People of God" to be qualified.But the people of the gods have long since disappeared in the rotation of civilization, and there are very few people with direct bloodlines of the gods who can survive from that ancient era.

The topic seems to be far away. All in all, all the disguises of this Elf Elder in front of him are to cover up the anxiety that cannot be resolved because of the scorching incident-he wants to use the so-called "respectful corporal" attitude to get Cyril to do it for him willingly. Thugs, but still can't endure to the end.

Cyril held back his smile and said slowly:
"I'm just a passing traveler. Look at my companion, Miss Misha, a pure Exivan elf. The end of my journey is the elf clan of Axivan. Rather, Elder Ellandar, you You pushed me in front of the druid without my consent, let me act as your shield, such behavior..."

He sat up again, and leaned his upper body close to the table, leaning against the vine that came out of the table, his pale green eyes fixed on Erendar's eyes:
"Isn't it a little too much?"

He seemed to be able to hear the sound of burning anger in Yilandar's chest, and the sound of teeth grinding could not be suppressed, but Cyril had the "Tree of Resonating Life" amulet, which made Yilandar unable to erupt at all. .

And our half-elf boy suddenly slapped the table, stood up, put his hands behind his back, and walked slowly around Elandar and the table:
"Of course, I have a part of the elven blood in my body, and I should help when facing difficulties of my own race. But as you can see, my personal strength is obviously lacking in the face of such difficult events, let alone the scorched area The oppression of elves—who knows if it has a bad effect on half-elves?"

He spoke at a leisurely pace, and Erendar could hear every word clearly.This made Yilandar's teeth itch with anger, but he followed Cyril's words inexplicably to think—it seems, is it true?
"Why don't you let me guess, Elder Yilandar, the scorched area is no longer so stable, but you can't compromise with those humans, you can only pin your hope on me, after all, I can resonate with the tree of life , I guess there should be something special——is that so?"

Every word of Cyril jumped into Ilandar's mind.The half-elf elder was contemplating, but subconsciously nodded. When he realized it, he realized that the half-elf who annoyed him was actually looking at him with a smiling face, as if everything was going according to his plan.

But Cyril breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. This guess was completely deluded, and he didn't expect to be fooled.But regardless of whether he is a blind cat or a dead mouse, as long as Yilandar nods, the initiative will completely fall into his hands.

So Cyril took another step, and there was a rattling sound when the shoes collided with the wooden floor, and the tone was very long——

"Oh, but if I have to do such a thing with all my might, it's okay if I succeed, but if I fail... tsk tsk." He deliberately paused, and his footsteps were still clapping hard at the moment when the voice stopped, as if surprised Same thing.

Then he said slowly: "Perhaps Elder Yilandar should count on those humans?"

After finishing this long series of words, Cyril finally sat down again, but instead of sitting back on the bed, he sat directly opposite to Erendar. From this angle, he could clearly see every expression of Erendar.

He observed Yilandar, watching the light golden eyebrows like willow leaves from frowning to wrinkling, and finally stretched as if giving up, and Yilandar finally said in a long voice:
"Okay, I admit that what you said is right, so half-elf, what do you have to do before you are willing to make a move."

Cyril cheered in his heart, but there was no joy on his face, he just stretched out five fingers:

"In three years, I hope Elder Yilandar can agree to my five requests."

"Five?" Yilandar's eyebrows that had just been stretched just now raised again. Obviously, he didn't expect the half-elf to be so aggressive. He shouted: "Up to two, five, absolutely impossible!"

"Don't rush to refuse, I guarantee that these five conditions will bring great benefits to the noble clan..."

Negotiations have been reached, and the next step is to see how much wool can be squeezed.Cyril was about to use all his strength to tear a large amount of wool from the Yilandar—no, the Congye clan, when Yilandar suddenly stood up.

He thought that Ellandar was finally unable to bear it anymore and was going to get into trouble, so he subconsciously grabbed the sword on the table, but then he found that Ellandar was not looking at him, but was looking to the northeast——

northeast?
Cyril planned to stand up and go to the balcony to take a look, but just as he stood up, he felt the floor under his feet shake "boom", and he was almost unstable and fell to the ground.

Is there a change in the tree of life under the feet, or...

Cyril quickly stabilized his figure, grabbed the balcony, and looked towards the northeast.It should have been gloomy and gloomy at first, but looking at it now, there is only a large black smoke rising into the sky, covering half of the sky.

"The scorched area can't be stabilized? What's inside is going to come out?"

Cyril was shocked in his heart, he wanted to go back to the room, but there was a sudden hiss of horses, and then he saw a horse with vibrating wings flying towards the crown of the tree of life in the sky.

The horse swooped down without any intention of slowing down. Cyril hurried back into the house, but saw the pegasus hit the railing head-on, and threw the elf on the horseback to the balcony, but he fell down with a neigh , smashing a deep hole in the thick leaves.

Cyril had no time to take care of the rare Pegasus. He stepped forward to help the elf lying on the ground, but saw that half of the elf's white back was exposed, and there was a bird-like scratch on his shoulder.His long brown hair was torn out and was messed up.

He turned the elf over and found that it was none other than the captain of the Dawn Patrol Team, Memphela, whom he had just met yesterday.

"Miss Misha, treat me!"

Cyril yelled, but before the words fell, a soft and pure natural magic power had fallen on Memphis.He turned his head to look, but saw Yilandar with a gloomy face standing behind him, beckoning him to let go of his hand.

And Memphela has already woken up under the healing of this magical power. She coughed twice, knelt on the ground, bowed her head and said to Elandal: "Elder, there has been a change in the scorched area. Many creatures, many, many, They all rushed out!"

Her flustered appearance could not be seen from yesterday's unrestrained patrol captain, but it was this posture that made people who looked at her realize how serious the situation was.

"A lot of creatures? What are they?" Cyril was stunned for a moment, and immediately asked, but Memphis was obviously in a great panic again, shaking his head with blank eyes, and said in a low voice: "I Wo, Thorgrin... they're still in the forest, I have to go back, I have to go back..."

While muttering, she struggled to get up, but before she could stand up, her body went limp, and she fell again, losing consciousness—this time what made her faint was a vine standing up behind her .

Cyril turned his head in surprise and looked at Elandar, only to see that the Elf Elder's face was no longer gloomy at all, only extremely serious.

"Half-elf." He said suddenly, which caught Cyril a little off guard. Before he could respond, Ilandar's steady voice sounded:
"Your condition, I agree."

After he finished speaking, he jumped off the balcony and stepped on the thick leaves of the tree of life.

His steps were big and fast, and his long silver jacket was whistling by the wind.He walked all the way to the trunk, and then put his hand on the ancient and hard bark.

Immediately afterwards, he whispered:

"Pass my order—"

"Horror."

When this low shout sounded, the entire tree of life seemed to tremble slightly.Cyril was surprised to find that even without using the wind listening technique, he could still hear these words of Yilandar clearly after a distance of tens of meters.

And he wasn't the only one who heard these words clearly—the elves on the main tree trunk, the elves living on the outer ring trees, and the centaurs farther away all heard this whisper.

This is the sound that echoes in all the wood—

The leaves rustled, and Cyril closed his eyes and listened carefully. The wind fed back the distant picture to his mind:

He heard the hooves of the centaur, and amidst the chaotic commands of the elves, something was pushed out of the basement.

Immediately afterwards, a high-pitched and long-sounding sound, like the singing of a soaring phoenix, rang out from under the Tree of Life, straight into the sky, and was infinitely magnified amidst the tremors of the leaves. In just a moment, It has resounded through the sky!

Cyril's pupils suddenly dilated, and he recognized the sound of the trumpet, which was the horn of the elves—400 years ago, during the sounding of the horn, thousands of arrows thrown by the elves sent a rain of arrows to St. Emma on the Adlai Sea. People shot down the bottom of the sea, and the La Rochelle people were able to break out of the encirclement under the cover of this horn.

And in the time and space 400 years later, even if the old covenant is in vain, when those Ao San Emma people tried to cross the jungle in vain, the sound of trumpets sounded as before, and the rain of thousands of arrows was the same as before.

At this moment, the wind blew this high and long cry, and it screamed in the wind, and the sound echoed over the entire Elgin Forest.

Then beside the clear spring, those beautiful creatures with one horn lazily stood up and snorted.

So in the dense forest, there was a sudden "click" sound under the silent trees, and they began to rise slowly.

Then, dense footsteps sounded from all directions in the jungle, and the running beasts gathered towards the tree of life, rolling up a large cloud of smoke and dust.The druid sat on the back of the giant bear and loudly drove away the surrounding forest partners.

This is the wind of battle, this is the call of nature, this is the rallying call for all the creatures who believe in Nora!

At this moment, in the Elgin Forest—

The trumpet is sounding!

　Can't change it, change it, alas

　　
　
(End of this chapter)