Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 300 I Give Up
Leonardo has gray and white medium-length hair.Wearing that round onion-like armor, he sat on the spot, like a veteran who told stories to apprentices or junior adventurers by the campfire.

Cyril was in a daze. He remembered that the veterans who led them at the beginning of the game seemed to look like this. With another cigarette in his mouth, he would spit out a big smoke ring after saying a few words, blown up and down in the night sky by the wind. Scatter——

"20 years ago, my wife and I entered this place by mistake. Here I was forced to wear this armor, but lost her."

He spoke extremely calmly, as if he was telling the beginning of a story full of waves.Cyril held his chin, and was about to nod in response, when he suddenly realized something was wrong——

Leonardo, the amount of information in your sentence seems a bit large?
Telling the story doesn't seem to be like this, how can you just throw out the ending of the story like this!
He turned his head and saw that Atzke, who had a more logical thinking and was good at compiling information, was already messed up in the wind. Obviously, he couldn't accept Leonardo's narration with such a greeting face at all, and quickly coughed twice.

"Oh, I was wrong, it should be her and her——after escaping from here, my daughter alienated me for a long time, and finally ran to the middle of the kingdom alone. After doing the math, I seem to have I haven't seen her for ten years..."

Leonardo touched his unshaven chin, thought for a long time, and finally came up with this sentence.This made Atsk couldn't hold back anymore, he coughed again and again, and finally said:
"No, no, I think you misunderstood, what we want to hear is information about this place, useful information—"

Leonardo suddenly realized, but then shook his head and said: "Oh, you said this, to be honest, I don't remember much."

"Don't remember much?" Atzke stared at him. He had already taken out the booklet he carried with him to record information, but Leonardo gave him such a trick.

"It took away my memory of being here." Leonardo pointed to the huge city in front of him, "I only remember that I put on this armor that I couldn't take off, and lost her. As for similar Creatures such as dragon flies, they do not belong to the category of this place."

Cyril understood immediately.

This is a big law in [Road to Glory]: Magic Plains can recreate a civilization, but the past civilizations have to abide by it. After civilization replacement, species will be erased and most of the relevant memories will be wiped out—similar to "reset" This law.

When the player conquers the Magic Plain, if the Magic Plain has not been conquered, that is, the core treasures or guarded bosses have not been killed, then the skills and cheats about the previous generation civilization obtained from the Magic Plain will be " unavailable" status.

In reality, just like Leonardo, the relevant memories are lost.

"How much do you remember?" Cyril asked, "Can I give you a little hint, such as the 'Moon Crow' Legion?"

Leonardo frowned and shook his head.

"For another example... look at the statue of the triangular helmet, what does he look like?"

This time Leonardo had a reaction. He stared at the stone statue, suddenly remembered something, and blurted out:

"Spirit Knight! This is the Spirit Knight of Nolongard!"

"Spirit Knight? Wait, Nolongard?" Cyril grasped the word keenly—he had finally heard of this word, and it was a very famous force among humans in the Fourth Era.

In the fourth era, with the severance of the blood of the moon elves, the glory of the elves gradually declined.The orcs and humans in the western part of the continent were the main theme of that era.

Nolongard was one of the most famous human kingdoms in that era. As for how Cyril knew... The sword of Nolongard produced in the Magic Plain is a very famous two-handed weapon with an extremely rough panel. Great sword players want to buy even if they lose their fortune.

"So this is not the second era of civilization, but the fourth era?"

Cyril muttered in a low voice, but his heart was a little more stable.

After all, there is still an essential gap between the fourth era and the second era. If it is the second era, then they may be facing a group of "sub-gods" with weaker bloodlines.In contrast, the "mortals" of the Fourth Era were nothing to fear.

And the city wall in front of it is indeed the handiwork of human forces-but, how to explain the resonance of the tree of life and the legion of the moon crow?

The increase of clues brings new doubts, but this is better than purely empty thinking without clues.

Leonardo failed to give any more useful information. What impressed him the most was the dragonfly, so he carried the antidote with him.

And his purpose is also very simple and straightforward——

Get his wife back.

Cyril stared at his face for a while, he still had a lot of questions to ask, but finally he endured the idea of ​​continuing to ask here.

The cooperation between the two parties does not mean that they must be completely honest with each other. He is not his father-in-law, and he has no ability to threaten him.

The two sides are mutually beneficial. Leonardo has a fancy to some things in Cyril, and Cyril also has a fancy to Leonardo's strength. This is the basis for their cooperation.

"Okay then, I hope we can cooperate happily." Cyril reached out and gave Leonardo a high-five.He turned to Baron Jean who was sitting on the ground over there.

"Your Excellency the Baron." Cyril stepped forward, not bothering to say nonsense, "I think we need to cooperate."

"Cooperation?" Baron Jean let out a "chi" smile, then shook his head.

"Give up, Adrian... No, my lord, I don't have the ability to defeat those guys with pointed heads. I have observed that to get to the depths of the city, defeating these guys is a must. We can't even pass starting point."

He raised his head, his eyes full of frustration, "Give up, you're right, it's right to leave these things to the elves. Don't they have... Elders? Let him solve these things."

Gene O'Connor looked at the puzzled expression on the face of the half-elf boy in front of him in disappointment, and he didn't hate the long ears that he hated so much before now.

"Maybe... I'm just a loser?"

He couldn't help thinking that he was kicked out of his home and took over this remote area that couldn't be more remote. Originally, he planned to fight hard with his own ability, and maybe he could return to Amasir. middle part.

But it turns out that he is incompetent - he doesn't even have the ability to keep the people of his territory alive.

The sword that fell on the head, the sword that broke the handle of the long-handled war knife in his hand, smashed the last trace of courage that he had tortured for more than a year.

(End of this chapter)