Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 298 Stone Statue and City Wall

The moment they stepped onto the solid road, the group of people finally breathed a sigh of relief and let go of their undecided hearts.When they turned their heads to look, they found that neither the long bridge nor the lake covered with water elements had disappeared behind them.

Only a large area of ​​fog remained, marking the road under their feet as a new starting point.

This kind of performance that is familiar in the game is full of weirdness in reality.Nor did Cyril intend to study this principle.

He raised his head and looked straight ahead.

It is still a wide pavement paved with gray and white stone bricks. If there is no trace of vicissitudes of time, perhaps the feet should be pure white without a trace of blemish.It led up to the high wall ahead, until the great arched gate sank into the shadows.

Behind that city wall, Cyril could only see a few spiers soaring into the sky.

Same as seen before.

Holy White Court.

He took a few deep breaths, feeling that the air here seemed to be thinner than before.If the male city on the top of the mountain is engraved here, they are actually in the sky thousands of meters high.

And on both sides of this wide white road, there are several gray-white stone statues more than [-] meters high.They stand hundreds of meters apart, and they are extremely heroic, either for fighting, or for defending, or for chanting, with different postures.

The sound of the animal's hooves falling on the stone surface is clear and pleasant, interlaced with the sound of rattling like a song on the way home.

Cyril squinted his eyes and raised his head. These stone statues were so tall that he couldn't see their faces clearly.But behind him, the captain of the Dawn Forest Patrol Team let out a voice of surprise:
"Isn't this the armor from just now?"

Cyril turned his head and saw that Memphis was pointing at a piece of armor beside him, which was indeed exactly the same as that of the banner bearer.He leaned over, looked at the base of the stone statue, and saw a complex line of ancient elf writing, which should read "Moon Crow".

"Can you see clearly?" Cyril asked.

"If necessary, I can tell what I saw." Meng Feila nodded, and then urged the silver deer to move forward.

"This armor is so strange, why is it a helmet with a triangular peak?"

"This is the Silver Pegasus. I've seen it before. This is the Silver Pegasus Legion of the Elf."

"This... seems to be a halberd soldier? It doesn't look like an elf's attire."

"This armor looks round, like a ball..."

The eyesight of a professional ranger is indeed not comparable to that of Cyril, and Memphel can see everything clearly.Cyril followed her pointing to look one by one, looking at the spherical armor and felt familiar, suddenly found that Memphel's voice was gone.

Turning around, he found that Meng Feila was lying on Yinlu's back, his body was twitching continuously, and he couldn't speak a word.

"What's wrong with you?" Alina hurried over, only to find that Memphela's complexion had turned pale, she was dripping with cold sweat, and her exposed upper arm muscles were tightening, obviously her whole body was tense.

Magic Plains debuff to elves.

Cyril understood it at a glance.The closer the distance to the Holy White King's Court, the greater the impact on the elves.

He guessed now that the location after entering this magic plain is not fixed.After they entered, they were in the square outside. Perhaps when others entered, they would be directly inside the city wall.

After all, he doesn't think that Baron Jean's team has the ability to break through the level of the flag bearer - being able to understand Elvish language and thinking of pulling out the ax is definitely not the way a normal adventurer can think.

As for their team, there are also a bunch of melee professions, basically without the configuration of mages, and it is obviously impossible to cross the long bridge.

"Do you need to go back and rest?" Cyril asked, "In your state..."

But before he finished speaking, Meng Feila resolutely denied: "No. I will move forward with the team, and I will not retreat until I find my players."

"In your current state, we may not be able to take care of you when you are in danger." Cyril continued.

It was Memphela's still firm eyes that answered him:
"Then treat me as an abandoned child, at least in this way I can still have some value."

"Miss Memphela!" Alina whispered from the side, trying to get the patrol captain to regain his composure, but Memphela didn't even look at her.

And Cyril stared at the pair of beautiful elf green eyes, nodded after a while, and then took the lead towards the city gate.

Elena hurried to catch up, tugged at Cyril's sleeve, and said puzzledly: "My lord, Miss Memphela is in this state..."

"It's her decision, there's nothing to interfere with." Cyril replied calmly, squinting slightly as he looked at the city wall that was getting closer and closer in front of him.

"But if something really dangerous happens..."

But Elena noticed that Cyril suddenly sat up straight, his eyes that were slightly squinted just now suddenly widened, staring straight ahead, and even put his hands on the hilt of his sword.

"In order not to let her become an abandoned child, you take good care of her." He said softly, his eyes still looking straight ahead.

His body kept shaking slightly, like a strong grass in the gust of wind, sensing the message in the wind——

The gloomy wind kept coming from the deep city gate, and Cyril heard the echoes from the city gate, the sound of chaotic footsteps and shouts mixed together, which seemed to be mixed with the sound of wings vibrating , and this chaotic sound is getting closer, closer!
Cyril pulled out his long sword abruptly and shouted loudly: "Everyone, prepare to fight!"

The centaurs and unicorns who were still observing the surroundings immediately turned into a fighting posture. Iruger took the lead and stood in the front, followed by two parallel unicorns, thus forming a sharp attack. triangle.

The moment they formed the formation, several figures rushed out of the city gate, rushing towards them as if they had gone mad.

Iruger raised the halberd subconsciously, but he just stared at the front for two seconds, then turned his head immediately, with an extremely strange expression:

"Adrien, if I'm not mistaken, these seem to be... human?"

And Cyril was also dumbfounded, he thought he would encounter some ferocious monster, but at this moment in the team rushing towards them, the leader was waving his hands carelessly in the air, wearing round armor, looking Looks like a walking onion—

If not Leonardo, who else?

He suddenly realized what the familiar spherical armor was just now, but Cyril didn't have time to look back at this time, he stared ahead, and a slender figure was sandwiched between the arms of the second big, fast-running man, But Gene O'Connor and Atzke Angers?
How could they be here?

And behind these three people, there was a row of Amasir halberd soldiers, and then there was a large group of people in mixed light armor and leather armor. They looked like mercenaries——

Isn't this... the mercenary group he saw at the Yevwind Tavern?
(End of this chapter)