Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 291 The Flag Bearer (Two in One)

Repel, speed up, and then...the whole team's charge!

It didn't even take more than a second for Cyril to make such a decision - when he turned around to repel the armor, he had already seen slight movements of the armor on the ground beside him from the corner of his eye.

With just a glance, Cyril's rich experience made it clear that this magic plain, no, at least as long as one monster in this square is awakened, all of them will wake up!

Under such a premise, even if he could successfully chop up the armor, he would not be able to stop the siege of the remaining armor.

Although Cyril himself doesn't really form a team for the next book, he has never eaten pork and has seen pigs running. "The Cemetery of Desperation" and "The Coffin of Karl Erus" are all very famous copies of the necromancy system. The next book Must bring a large group of treatment and enough legal input.

At this time, their lineup consisted of unicorns, centaurs, and melee reckless men, Memphela was an elf ranger, and the only real legal profession was the unreliable half-elf Raz...

With such a lineup, why should they fight against a group of high-level elite undead creatures?

Speed, their advantage, only speed!

The natural creatures from the Elgin Forest swung their hooves and ran forward. No one dared to stop and face the siege of a group of undead armors-even if they didn't look back, they could hear the sound The dense iron armor "哐! 哐哐! 哐! 哐!" sounded, and if you were too slow, you might be dragged into the monster group.

Cyril stared forward with his eyes wide open, and there was nothing on the long white bridge behind the arch. Given the speed of the silver deer cavalry, centaur, and unicorn, crossing that long bridge is not a big problem .

But before rushing to the long bridge, there is still a hurdle in front of them——

The battle ax was deeply embedded in the chest of the particularly tall armor leaning against the arch. On the bent flagpole in its hand, the broken flag danced wildly in the inexplicable wind.There were only two or three pieces of fabric left on the damaged battle flag, and there should have been no more drumming sounds in the wind.

But at this moment, in the eyes of the young man, it seemed that several black crows were docked on the rapidly rolling banner, and those black bird eyes were staring at him, infinitely magnified and magnified in his eyes, It seems to occupy his entire eye socket...

He felt himself in a trance for a while, and closed his eyes unconsciously.When he opened his eyes again, what he saw was a piece of silver armor dyed red by the light of the sunset, and he went forward to the end of his sight, densely packed with their figures.

And in the center of the team, there is a big black flag facing the dim red light of the setting sun. The big flag is trembling in the wind. On the black background, there are only a few thin silver lines of wild grass, outlining a vibrating bird. Winged crow!
Pushed by the legion, he couldn't stop walking forward, and then he heard a desolate and low horn sound from behind him.He wanted to look back, but felt that his neck was welded to death, and he couldn't look back at all.

After the desolate sound of the trumpet, there was a burst of obscure elf language. Someone at the forefront of the team raised their weapons high, and then all the armors in front of him drew out their weapons—silver slender swords, Bathed in twilight, as if bathed in blood.

Immediately afterwards, a burst of Elvish shouted:
"Wang Ting is behind, we have no way out, fight!"

Then, roars resounded everywhere:

"war!"

"Nora, for the sake of the noble nature, fight!"

"war!"

The big flag was shaking in the increasingly violent wind, and the silver crow on the flag seemed to fly out of the flag in the next second, flying towards the blood-colored sunset.

In the ears, there are only endless shouts:

"Battle! Fight! Fight!"

Standing in the mountains and tsunami, he felt his whole body trembling, and he touched his waist uncontrollably. There should be nothing there, but at this moment, there was a sword hanging there.Just when he felt that his hand was about to touch the handle of the knife, there was a burst of scorching temperature in front of his neck——

Cyril suddenly stretched out his hand to grab the front of the neck. The gemstone on the nameless necklace became extremely hot at this moment, but the moment his hand touched it, it turned back to cool, as if nothing had happened just now.

The half-elf boy came back to his senses all of a sudden, Elena's excited shriek sounded in his ears:

"My lord, hurry up, get out of the way!"

He fixed his eyes on the front, only to find that the armor that was sitting under the arch just now had stood up, only a few steps away from them, and the flagpole in his hand had been raised, like a sweeping gun , Slamming towards Cyril who bears the brunt!

And on the flagpole, how can there be any crows?
It was only then that Cyril realized that he had fallen into an illusion. If it wasn't for the nameless necklace, he might have been drawn out of the Silver Deer.Meanwhile, the blond-haired girl anxiously pulled out her long sword, and the icy air condensed around her body, ready to block the blow for Cyril.

"Thank you, Alina!"

He shouted loudly, fixed his sight on the flagpole waving towards his chest, and suddenly stretched out his hand to pat Silver Deer's neck.I saw the silver deer below him bowing his head and leaping forward, while Cyril's figure fell sideways, half hanging on the silver deer's body, and let the flagpole brush past his back!

The girl on the side almost stopped breathing, until she saw Cyril sitting back on Silver Deer's back again, and then exhaled a long breath.

But the half-elf boy didn't have the slightest complacency in his heart. This armor was placed across the center of the arch, and he didn't need to worry about the armor behind him, but only the flag bearer had to repel it before he could pass through the arch!

And when he fell from the back of the silver deer, the silver deer had already rushed in front of the armor.He could clearly see how the rough and ferocious battle ax was embedded in his chest cavity, where there was only a void of blackness, as if everything could be swallowed into it.

Without any hesitation, he slapped the deer's head, and at the same time he slashed the long sword towards the handle of the axe, but the only response to him was the sound of metal and iron, and a piercing wail.

He vaguely felt that the mourning sound was inexplicably tragic and familiar, but he couldn't remember where he heard it, but time has not allowed to recall——

The light silver deer immediately changed its direction, almost brushing the armor and passing by the position where Cyril was grabbing, and finally stopped firmly under a white pillar beside the arch, while Elena, Memphis The others have already stopped here.

But not everyone will adopt such a way of avoiding battles like Cyril, at least Iruger will not—the centaur leader suppressed his anger, and now he jumped to the side after watching Cyril slash a sword , feeling even more dissatisfied, swung the halberd high, skipping those fancy spins, and threw it straight at the armor.

"Bang!"

The halberd landed on the armor's shoulder impartially, but the armor holding the flag didn't even tilt its body. Amidst an inexplicable whimper, the flagpole was pulled out again and hit Iruger's waist between.

The centaur felt a huge force coming, and its figure suddenly tilted, almost knocking the whole body of the horse to the ground.He forcibly controlled his body, stumbled back to the side, clutched his stomach, and then spurted out a mouthful of blood.

Just one face to face, the centaur leader, defeated!

Cyril looked at everything that happened in front of him in surprise. He originally thought that if Irugal passed level [-], he could at least cause some damage to the monster that should be a small boss.

But he didn't expect Irugal to lose so badly.

The Golden Boat was on par with Iruger in strength, and it was standing beside him at this moment, not daring to rush forward.

How did this go?You know, this is the first scene of the Magic Plains. Behind the long bridge, there is a huge city hidden in the mist, but they were beaten in the first level and ran away with their heads in their hands——

What about those armors?

Cyril suddenly realized this problem. He turned his head and was glad to see that among those armors, only a few scattered ones were slowly moving towards their direction, and most of them stayed in place, placed on the In the game, this is called "getting rid of hatred". Obviously, his decision just now was correct.

At least they have no worries.

And the banner bearer in front of him also stood in front of the arch, motionless, only when the centaur tried to approach, would he react to a certain extent——

Cyril's thinking suddenly became active. He stared at the flag bearer and thought for a long time, and suddenly had an idea.

"Alina."

"Here!" The blond girl, who had been on high alert all along, responded immediately.

"How is your memory? Do you remember what other people said and sang?"

"This..." Elena showed a distressed expression, finally lowered her head and said, "If I have to remember it, I will try my best to remember it."

"Where's Memphis?"

"Me? I can remember the sound of the arrow piercing through the air." The captain of the Dawn Patrol Team seemed to be looking unhappy, and said while taking a deep breath.

Cyril shook his head, shook the long sword in his hand, and was about to go forward by himself, but heard a weak voice beside him:

"My lord, if I remember the voice, I still have some confidence..."

In an instant, several eyes fell on the person who made the voice, and the one who spoke was the half-elf who had been pulled by Cyril!

Raz Rafael!
"I'm a bard..." He saw so many eyes focused on him, his voice trembled a little, but he continued: "Although I'm not very popular, but... this aspect is me. expertise."

Cyril looked at him for a moment, then reached out and patted him on the shoulder: "It's just you."

"Me? What am I?"

Raz was still in a daze, and Cyril had already reached out and grabbed him, pulling him towards the direction of the flag bearer. Now Raz was completely panicked, and he wanted to push Cyril away, but Cyril, a knight Where can he shake the physical fitness he brings?
"Half-elf, do you only let others die first?"

At this time, Irugal had already recovered from his nerves, and was dissolving the bruise with the help of other centaurs. Seeing Cyril's movements, he couldn't help but speak.

But then he saw Cyril stop and shook the sword in his hand.Iruger subconsciously thought that the half-elf boy was coming to trouble him, and was about to raise the halberd when Cyril patted Raz and asked:
"Standing here, can you hear the sound around that thing?"

"what?"

"I ask you, can you hear me clearly?" Cyril repeated.

"This distance..." Raz estimated, and finally nodded, "I can hear you clearly, it's enough."

"Okay, then it will make a strange cry, you must remember it, and repeat it to me later."

"Ah? What do you mean? It will make a sound?" Before Raz could react, he saw that Cyril was already holding the sword and running towards the armor.

He could only hold his breath and quietly watched Cyril's movements——

The moment Cyril stepped five meters behind the flag bearer, the flag bearer reacted immediately.It held the broken flagpole with one hand, and the flag trembled inexplicably. The next step was to sweep out like before, and draw it towards the half-elf boy's waist.

But Cyril's figure flickered in front of it, suddenly twisted, and then disappeared out of thin air.And the flagpole that the flag bearer had just raised was lowered again!

The unconvinced Irugal widened his eyes, and Raz almost exclaimed, but he remembered that this was not the first time he had seen Cyril act like this, so he became quiet again, staring carefully at what would happen ahead .

Shadowlands.

Escaping into the shadows, Cyril could clearly see the energy body beating violently like a raging fire in front of him, which represented the banner bearer.

He moved forward quickly, and the undead identity on the second panel could not reduce the range of attraction for the undead creature in front of him, which showed that the enemy's trigger condition was not racial identity, but "entering its line of sight".

Of course, there is no need to worry about how the empty head has a range of sight. All Cyril has to do is use stealth to press into the side of the flag bearer.

Three meters, two meters, 1.8 meters, 1.5 meters!

Within this range, the energy emitted by the raging fire made Cyril feel the fluctuations from the shadow world, and correspondingly, his figure has also twisted and emerged in the real world——

Forced to break the hidden!

Only then did the banner bearer realize that a mouse had quietly touched its side.Immediately, there was a violent sound from the chest wound, and a wailing sound like a devil's cry exploded in Cyril's ears, and the flagpole had already been swung towards Cyril.

But he was not surprised at all that he was discovered, it would be better to say that it would be a ghost if he was not discovered.The long sword stood upright on the chest, and the blue light condensed on it in the blink of an eye. The windward blade with reduced power has been accumulated once again, and then swung towards the chest of the flag bearer!
The moment the blue wind collided with his chest, there was a hoarse sound like the tip of a knife sliding across a metal surface, which made Cyril's whole body covered with goose bumps, and at the same time, a more intense wailing sounded.

At the same time, the flagpole was already approaching Cyril's side, but the windward blade that was released from his hand would not restrict Cyril's movement. He was short, slipped under the flagpole, and then locked on to the side where he was standing. Raz, not far away, directly launched a charge, and the force poured into the subordinate instantly turned into a small shell, and in the blink of an eye, he was out of the five-meter range of the flag bearer.

"How about it, have you written it down!" Cyril asked loudly while grabbing Raz's shoulder before he had time to stand still.

"Remember it!" Raz nodded vigorously, "It should be a mixture of horn sounds and... a language similar to Elvish, probably like this..."

He then began to repeat, and the obscure syllables spit out from his mouth, but just after the first syllable, he saw that Cyril's expression changed, as if he had fallen into some strange state, and whispered at the same rhythm road:

"Wang Ting is behind... We have no way out..."

"Moon Crow Legion..."

"Nora, for the sake of the noble nature..."

Raz looked at him in horror, and found that in Cyril's green eyes——

Bloody.

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