Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 307 Ring Arena (Two in One)

This team made up of humans and natural creatures is advancing in this city at the end of the Fourth Civilization Era.They walked through the dilapidated city, through the square full of dead souls, through the bell tower that was half missing, and when they stopped, they were already standing under the spiers that were snapped off by monsters in the mist.

Gravel was scattered everywhere, and the broken part of the spire smashed several large holes in the road in front of them.On their way here, they saw a large number of destroyed houses.

Under the minaret is a camp, not too big, surrounded by gray and white boulders, looking inside, there are four open marching barracks, surrounded by minaret, and there is no one inside.

This is probably the "barracks of the Ring Knights of Setanrio" that the commander of the Spirit Knights Etienne said.

But if this is a military camp, it would be too empty—not to mention that there are too few tents, and there is not even a single piece of equipment for training.

Gives people an inexplicable sense of weirdness.

"Ring Knight..."

Cyril muttered this word in his heart. This profession has never appeared in the game, and no player has inherited this hidden profession.He estimated that this profession should be related to its equipment——

Although the suit Leonardo is wearing is indeed very funny, but if you look at it in sections, it is formed by stacking rings one by one, like the common "Michelin" tire man in the previous life.

"I thought, I've been to this place."

Cyril was thinking in his heart, when he suddenly heard such a sentence, he turned his head and saw that Leonardo, who was resting by the wall just now, had come to his side, with one hand on the hilt behind his back, He raised his head and said.

"Have you been here?" Cyril's heart tightened.

"20 years ago, I escaped from here." Leonardo said softly, his voice sounded unusually low.Before Cyril could react, he took a step forward and stepped into the camp in one step.

"Atzke, put everyone on alert, Elina, Irugal, and Golden Boat, come with me!"

Cyril secretly screamed that something was wrong, and at the same time he gave orders loudly, he followed Leonardo and stepped into the camp.

Elena beside him moved the fastest, and rushed in after him. Before the centaur and unicorn who were further away could reach the gate of the camp, they heard a rumbling sound, and then white boulders fell from them. It rose from the entrance, blocking their retreat in a blink of an eye.

A trigger trap, or—

He swung his sword back, and the rolling wind blade blew out and hit the top of the wall, but he saw that the wind blade seemed to have crashed into the pool water, and the air rippled in a circle, engulfing the wind blade.

"Triggered enchantment."

Cyril immediately confirmed in his heart what he had encountered, and couldn't help scolding Leonardo's pig teammate a few times in his heart - he just broke into a strange-looking place without any information, who knows What type is this trigger enchantment?

If it's a magic enchantment trap, a chain lightning sonata or a doomsday waltz, then they didn't finish the ball directly?
The sound from the outside could still be heard clearly, and Cyril heard the centaur hitting the stone wall with a halberd, but the stone wall remained motionless.

"What happened? The Earl was imprisoned?" Atzke's voice came, and the centaur hadn't explained it to him, and the noisy shouts of the mercenaries sounded again—in their shouts, mixed With the sound of wings vibrating, piercing female cries sounded in the air, and they were rapidly approaching where they were.

Harpies!
This is not just a single triggered enchantment that is limited to the camp, it is also a signal that monsters outside the camp are coming!
There is a "battlefield" inside and a battlefield outside, fighting at the same time!

"Shields hold on, archers, shoot 'em down!"

While Cyril was thinking, Atsk's order had been issued.And the lecturer still didn't forget to shout to the camp: "Master Earl, hurry up and come out, we will resist!"

In his voice, there was a sharp piercing sound, and then Azike happily praised: "Good job, beautiful lady elf, one more arrow!"

"I'm sorry, such an arrow...I don't have much use for it now." Memphera's weak voice sounded.

Cyril felt a little more at ease, at least under the command of Atzke, the battle outside should not overturn - not to mention the presence of Memphis, Iruger, Golden Boat and Baron Jean.

In contrast, what is more difficult may be the battle in the camp they are in.

He turned around and saw that Leonardo seemed to be completely unaware of what was going on behind him, and he was walking forward quickly—he was walking faster and faster, and he seemed extremely anxious. In a blink of an eye, he had already walked At the door of the first tent.

"Leonardo!" Cyril followed closely, but heard Elena whispering beside him: "My lord, look inside the tent—"

He looked into the tent, and in the empty tent just now, a shadow was twisting and gradually taking shape, and finally a figure almost as tall as Leonardo emerged and walked out of the tent.

"This, isn't this Mr. Leonardo!" Elena couldn't help but screamed the moment she saw the figure's face clearly.And Cyril also looked at that face in surprise——

It was Leonardo's face that he had just seen not long ago, but it was younger, with no wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, short gray hair that looked clean and neat, and no stubble on his chin, which lacked the vicissitudes of life.

The more critical point is that this Leonardo is not wearing that weird armor.

But Leonardo was not surprised at all, hearing a somewhat hoarse voice:
"I'm going to challenge."

But the young Leonardo shook his head: "You have already challenged, and you have lost the qualification to challenge. In the ring ring, everyone has only one chance."

Ring ring?

Cyril was muttering in his heart, but he saw Leonardo jump suddenly, the big sword on his back had been pulled out by him for some reason, and he slashed forward.The violent wind swept past, and the tent in front of it shook violently.

"The full moon cuts back."

The corners of Cyril's eyes twitched involuntarily, looking at the perfect arc in the air, after the great sword was swung, there was still a faint blue light, like a blooming moonlight.

This sword alone is enough to prove Leonardo's "professional level" level.

But with such a powerful sword, the young Leonardo didn't even hide, and didn't even show any expression changes on his face, just looking directly at Leonardo.

Then let the big sword fall.

Alina even turned her head, somewhat unable to bear to watch the bloody scene that was about to take place.But the sound of slashing did not sound.

She turned her head back in some doubts, and when she saw the scene in front of her, she gasped in shock at the weird scene, stretched out her little hand to cover her open mouth——

The great sword fell from the center of the young Leonardo's head. His head was a puddle of water, which was sunken along the edge of the sword, allowing the great sword to pass through the body.The gap was closed immediately after the big sword passed by, and in just two seconds, the splitting-closing process was completed.

When Leonardo's big sword fell heavily between the young version of his legs, knocking a crack on the stone slab under his feet, the young version of Leonardo had already recovered.

Then came Leonardo's usual brisk, raised voice:

"You have already challenged, and you have lost the qualification to challenge. In the ring ring, everyone has only one chance."

Then, the young Leonardo tilted his head slightly, and let out a laugh that made Cyril and others shudder:
"You've made your choice, haven't you, Leonardo."

"Choose?" Cyril gradually had a scene in his mind: Leonardo came here 20 years ago, initiated the challenge of the so-called ring ring, and finally made a choice—what is this choice? ?
To leave this magical plain, or to put on this armor?
But when he was thinking, he saw Leonardo's back undulating violently in front of him, and then, his hoarse growl came from under the helmet:

"Take her..."

"You have already challenged, you have lost the challenge..."

"give me back!"

The middle-aged man, who seemed to be always optimistic and would not get angry, roared, and then raised his hand vigorously, throwing her helmet away——

The chubby helmet flew high in the air, Leonardo took a step forward, frantically swung the big sword forward, the heavy weapon in his hand was like the rapier that some nobles of Ossa Emma would use Lightly, a blood-red sword shadow intertwined in the air, overwhelmingly covering the young Leonardo.

"Nia, Nia, Nia!! Give her back to me!"

The time became very long and very short at this moment, and the gray-white mid-length hair danced wildly in the sword wind.That handsome and vicissitudes of face was full of hysteria, and even his eyes were covered with bloodshot eyes. He yelled that short name like crazy.

And that body was torn apart by the sword wind, decomposed and reassembled, reorganized and decomposed again.

Cyril stared at him, and saw that whenever the restoration of this young Leonardo's face was completed, there was still a trembling smile on that face, which was indescribably weird.

All of this ended when Leonardo exhausted his last bit of strength, and the great sword in his hand flew out.The big sword pierced through the chest of the young man, and fell to the ground in the tent that had been torn to pieces.

And Leonardo put his hands on his knees, gasped for breath, and looked up at the young him recovering from the twist.

There was still that infiltrating smile on his face.

"You have already challenged, and you have lost the qualification to challenge. In the ring ring, everyone has only one chance."

"You've made your choice, haven't you, Leonardo."

Leonardo opened his mouth, but he was speechless due to his hoarse throat, his head was dizzy, his body trembled, and just about to fall to the ground, he stretched out his hands at the same time, one left and one right, and held him Hold on.

"Si... Lil..." He turned his head sideways, only the sound of air flowing through could be heard in the ears of the half-elf boy beside him.

And Cyril nodded to him, and then said softly: "Erina, help him to the side to rest."

"My lord, why don't you...let me come first?" Elena asked with some concern, but seeing Cyril shaking her head slightly, she immediately supported Leonardo to walk away.

Cyril watched the girl struggling to tiptoe towards the wall - in order to support Leonardo who was much taller than her, then turned her head and faced the "young Leonardo" in front of her.

Then he pulled out the long sword from his waist and said in a low voice:
"I'm going to challenge."

"You want to initiate a challenge to the ring ring?"

When the young Leonardo spoke, his voice changed from Leonardo's voice, and at the end of the words, it was already Cyril's youthful voice.

And that body also began to disintegrate from bottom to top, turning into a mass of writhing shadows, followed by Cyril's feet, Cyril's body, and Cyril's head—an exact replica of Cyril was engraved on the In front of Cyril, the standing posture, the long sword in his hand, and even the necklace and pendant around his neck are all exactly the same.

"I want to launch a challenge to the ring ring."

Cyril answered without any hesitation.

The moment his voice fell, he heard a "clang" around him, and then a deep chant that he had never heard before, but could understand the meaning:

"Ring Knight...choose...abandon glory...abandon body...abandon soul..."

During that burst of singing, "Cyril" in front of him raised the long sword in his hand, then bent his knees, and charged towards Cyril——

charge!

Cyril squinted his eyes slightly, but he didn't hesitate at all in his actions, he didn't take a defensive position, and he didn't choose to back down. At the moment of his counterfeit action, his knees were already slightly bent, and under the infusion of power, the explosive power made him feel like Like an arrow that leaves the string, it shoots straight out.

It is also a charge!

Charge against charge!
There was no expression on the face of "Cyril" in front of him. Cyril knew that his own face was the same now - this challenge made a replica of himself, replicating behavior habits and equipment , At the same time, the skills were reproduced.

He is used to charging, so "he" will charge, and he will connect to the "Silver Cross Charge" after the charge, so the opponent will also—

He swung his sword forward, and the thought flashed through his mind.But there was a bright cross flashing in front of him, and then the body of "Cyril" had been knocked out from between the cross, almost hitting his chest!
The reproduction is very realistic, very realistic, almost exactly the same, but how deep is your reproduction?

If it were me, when facing an opponent wearing a breastplate, I would choose the "wind blade" armor break, or stealth followed by rogue skills, but what about you?
What's next for you?

Cyril lowered his head slightly, watching the flickering sword light almost blooming on his chest, Alina's exclamation was already heard in his ear—the girl had already placed Leonardo, turned around, and happened to see this scene.

He couldn't help shaking his head, and said softly:
"It's an ordinary stab, it's so boring."

Then he raised his left hand——his left hand was already in front of his body at some point.

In his left hand, he was holding a shield——

"when!"

Amid the crisp collision sound, Cyril raised his left hand, and the power of the shield in return forced "Cyril" back. Immediately afterwards, the long sword on his right hand flickered with blue light, and swung straight ahead!

Blade against the wind!
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