Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 301 "Count Moragul"

Cyril had no idea that Baron Jean would be completely different from the man who confronted him in Siliki. He remembered the statue in the game, the explorer-like Baron Jean who was engraved with such a high spirit.

He probably knew that it was because of his arrival that the magic plain was completely different from the plain that Baron Jean experienced in the game, but he didn't have the time to care about the blow to the other party's heart——

In any case, you, Baron Jean, have to stand up here for me today, honestly be my thug, and pass this magic plain to me!

But the opponent put his posture so low, with a posture of "ah, yes, I'm a waste", so that Cyril couldn't even find a point of focus for a while.

He was hesitating in his heart on how to ignite Baron Jean's fighting spirit, but when he heard a gust of wind coming from his side, he looked over there, his eyes widened in shock——

Atsk Angers rushed behind him, then lifted his leg neatly, and kicked the unsuspecting baron in the face with a standard flying kick, kicking him to the ground directly!
All of a sudden, the surrounding voices suddenly disappeared—the halberd soldiers were sitting closest, and they all wanted to hear what the half-elf boy was talking about with his lord, but who knew who the lord's staff were? , actually came up and kicked the lord in the face!

Gene covered his face, tilted his body sideways, and even forgot to sit up for a moment.And Azike Angers stood in front of him, with a cold voice:
"Do you remember what you said a year ago?"

"A year ago?" Baron Jean sat up propped up, his eyes suddenly widened——

At that time, Siliki was already covered by the woods. He led the residents of Siliki who had lost their hearts to clean up several times, and finally he swore to all the residents:

He will definitely solve this problem with his own hands.

"You said that you vowed to save Siliki, let Siliki return to the way it used to be, and ask the residents to help you. If you back down, that person will goug a piece of flesh from you."

He stared at Baron Jean, like a lecturer who angrily scolded students who made mistakes in the school—Cyril somehow came up with such an idea, and suddenly remembered that Atsk was originally a lecturer.

Perhaps, he was just reprimanding a student who had given up on studying?
"Jean O'Connor, think about it yourself. You are not here for an outing. You are a wild wolf who wants to gnaw a bone. If you can't, you will die here. You can never go back!"

Atzke's thin body was shaking because of the suddenly raised volume, he yelled at him sharply, his words were unclear, but Jin understood every word—

He is a wild wolf driven out of his home, he can't eat this bone, and he has no right to go back.

But his gaze fell on Cyril immediately, and he couldn't help feeling a pain in his heart when he thought of the half-elf boy's title of "Earl of Siliki".

Atsk didn't notice this look, but Cyril understood it—he understood the code words hidden in Atsk's words, and instantly understood what Gene was worried about.

"Being a wild wolf who died outside, or returning as a victor, these are all after solving this magic plain." Cyril said, squatting down, putting himself at the same height as Jean:

"Your Excellency the Baron, Duke Amasir is not your turn, but the position of Earl Moragul, I think it should be yours—"

Gene's eyes suddenly lit up. He stared at the eyes of the half-elf boy, and found that those green eyes were like a deep pool, which he couldn't fathom at all.

It has "ambition" written all over it.

Moragul, that is where the O'Connor family originated.

He looked down and saw the hand of the half-elf boy in front of him, just waiting for him to hold it.

This time, Gene didn't hesitate at all, he stretched out his hand decisively, and shook Cyril's hand——

The half-elf boy seemed to have been waiting for this grip for a long time. Almost the moment Baron Jean let go, he stood up and shouted loudly:

"Halberdiers, mercenaries, and natural creatures, get up! The rest time is over! Kulai, Giger, get your people up!"

The fastest responders were the halberd soldiers, followed by the centaur, the unicorn and the silver stag. Those mercenaries obviously did not have such good discipline, but Cyril named the two mercenary captains and let them The mercenaries had to follow suit.

Cyril looked at the group of people. The quality of the mercenaries was mixed. The more self-disciplined ones were neatly dressed, while the less self-disciplined ones were all crooked. It was obvious that they were just lying on the ground after fleeing for their lives.

But he didn't have time to care about their quality. At this moment, Cyril's mind was full of the pre-processes of those mixed team strategy dungeons - how did they do it?

It seems that the troops are mixed first, assigned according to occupations, and then...

"My lord, if you are not good at these things, you can leave them to me."

Beside Cyril, Atsk's voice suddenly sounded.He turned his head in surprise, but saw Atzke nodding his head slightly to himself: "What you want to do is to organize them completely?"

After he finished speaking, seeing Cyril nodded, he immediately shouted:
"Long Wailing Vine Mercenary Group, how many mages do you have? Feral Mercenary Group, how about you?"

"Mage?" Giger stepped forward and shook his head, "I am the only one who knows some natural spells, but they are all very basic."

"We have two, water mages." Ku Lai said.

"Too little." Cyril and Atsk said almost at the same time, and the two immediately realized that a kind of synchronization had just been reached, and Atsk continued to say:

"Mages go out and stand in the back row. Weeping vines, let your shield soldiers go out and form together with the shield soldiers of the feral mercenary regiment, and the archers go out and form in the back row--then we will Follow this formation and advance steadily.”

He gave a few orders in one breath, making Ku Lai and Jiger the two mercenary regiment leaders dumbfounded, and had to follow them.

After finishing all this, Azike turned his head and glanced at Cyril: "Master Earl, is that what you mean?"

"Good job." Cyril couldn't help smiling.

Sure enough, it was the first "treasure" I saw in the Amasir area. Although I don't know why I was reduced to such a place as a lecturer, I do have a good ability.

After experiencing a short period of chaos, the team in front of them immediately formed a formation of shield soldiers and heavy soldiers in the front, halberd soldiers and ordinary soldiers among mercenaries in the middle, and rangers and mages in the final formation.

For a group of miscellaneous soldiers who have not undergone strict training, this formation is undoubtedly the most suitable for the next advance.

(End of this chapter)