Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 308 Adrian?Adrian! (two in one)

The green sword light bloomed on the counterfeit Cyril's chest, and Cyril clearly felt the response from the sword's edge - the hard armor resisted the sword, and the gap in the clothes under the long sword revealed a bright white luster.

It's a bone breastplate.

He was a little surprised by the protective power of this breastplate. After all, he had never been hit like this when he was wearing this armor. fighting habits.

But this allowed him to have a more accurate judgment on his current defense. Maybe... sometimes he could use the armor to attack one after another appropriately?
Cyril thought leisurely in his heart, but the movements of his hands were not slow at all.The long sword was withdrawn immediately after failing to strike, and the shield on his left hand was slapped out immediately, swinging it on the forehead of the impostor.

Shield Strike!

The counterfeit was swung by the shield, and staggered back.Naturally, it was impossible for Cyril to let go of him who was in a daze. He stepped forward and stabbed forward with the long sword, chasing the face of the impostor.

Leonardo on the side had already regained his composure, panting heavily while watching the fierce battle taking place in front of the first tent.

He is a witness to the challenge of the ring ring, so he naturally knows how terrifying the "self" reproduced in this ring is - he has the same appearance, strength, equipment and skills as you, but he is far superior in the corresponding skills to you.

20 years ago, he was quite immature. Although he was indeed a leader among his peers, he only had a fight with his fake self, and finally managed to win...

Leonardo shook his head, holding back the already blurred image, only part of the memory picture could emerge.When he looked ahead quietly, he couldn't help showing a look of surprise:

How did he gain the upper hand, but this authentic young Lord Siliki?

Leonardo didn't look at it a few times, and couldn't help but take a few deep breaths, convinced that he was not in the country's top arena, but still in this magic plain——

The two people in front of them are both using La Rochelle military swordsmanship. This swordsmanship is born out of the mainstream swordsmanship of the thick and heavy style of Ao San Emma. The stabbing skills are finally mixed.

Today's seventh edition of La Rochelle Military Swordsmanship is a modified version of the swordsmanship master Clopton who was the commander of the Third Legion of La Rochelle at the time. It is lighter than the original version, but its power is not reduced at all.

At this time, there was a sound of clanging long swords colliding on the field, and it has entered the stage of collision of fast swords.The authentic Cyril kept attacking, whether it was stabbing or slashing, it looked extremely silky, as if the wind was pulling the long sword forward.

The counterfeit took a completely defensive position, constantly retreating and avoiding, but his steps were steady and brisk, and there was no mess in the slightest.

Leonardo has naturally learned this sword technique, but he has intensively practiced two-handed swordsmanship, and he is not so proficient in one-handed swordsmanship.But with his eyesight, he can still judge that the swordsmanship of the young man in front of him is enough to enter the ranks of "masters"——

"Hey, is your lord really only 15 years old?" He couldn't help asking.

"That's natural." Elena's eyes widened, and she replied casually, unwilling to take her eyes off at all - when Cyril taught her, she didn't show such a high level of sword skills.

"I think... as long as he integrates his understanding of the elements into his sword skills, he will be able to rank first in the kingdom." Leonardo whispered, but Elena's attention had already fallen into to the battle.

And Cyril didn't know what the two people beside him were thinking. In this series of approaching, he had already fully understood what kind of challenge the ring ring challenge was - in the game, it was nothing more than fighting with a high-level challenger. The AI ​​fights on its own, and those who operate better can beat the AI ​​while those who operate poorly can only be beaten by the AI.

Thinking about this clearly, he pushed the fake self back with several consecutive sword strikes, and when he took another step forward, his figure twisted and disappeared suddenly.

The fake Cyril was taken aback for a moment, and in the next second he could tell that this was a "stealth" skill that was not in the knight profession.He stepped back, and his figure followed closely into the shadows.

But before his figure completely disappeared, the back of his waist had already bumped into the edge of the long sword——

"Backstab!"

The long sword in Cyril's hand stabbed backhand, and it was inserted precisely into the counterfeit's lower back, until it reached the bony breastplate on the front chest, it seemed that he was "nailed" to the armor.

The protection range of the bone breastplate was very clear to Cyril - he didn't notice that his first backstab so smoothly was actually done on "myself", and he was only interested in ending the battle.

Leonardo on the side was already stunned: You are a good-looking knight who competes in sword fighting, why did you suddenly sneak away?

Backstabbing yourself, won't your heart hurt?
Most importantly, did you win like this?Didn't even get hurt?
And Cyril kicked the counterfeit on the lower back, kicking him off his own sword.The counterfeit fell to the ground, and then twisted into a shadow, slowly floating in front of Cyril.

"Ring ring, winner: Cyril Adrian, do you want to continue your challenge?"

The shadow floated in front of Cyril, and the voice was full of temptation:

"If you choose to end, you will get the 'Memory of the Setanrio Barracks'. If you choose to continue the challenge, you will be able to know more secrets."

Cyril flicked the long sword in his hand. There was not a drop of blood on the sword. He hesitated for a while. This kind of advanced challenge is very common in the game——

There is no need to think about this option at all, just choose to continue, what else does he need to face?Is it me at level 50?Or some monster beyond the normal level?

He was thinking in his heart, and he already answered:

"I choose to continue to challenge."

Their conversation was not heard by the two people outside the field, Leonardo looked puzzled - he remembered that he got this armor after the battle, but Cyril was there grinding...

Afterwards, he saw the half-elf boy, following the floating shadow, walking towards the second tent——

"The ring challenge, can a person continue for the second time?"

Leonardo's eyes widened, apparently in disbelief. Bit by bit from 20 years ago gradually emerged in this astonishment—no, what he got after winning was not armor, but what he asked for was to make his wife Back, and "Nia" did appear, but he had fallen into a coma...

What happened after that?Is Nia on the ring?Let him put on this armor and leave here?
The middle-aged wandering knight held his head in his hands and grabbed his gray-white mid-length hair. Painful memories kept reappearing, making him completely indifferent to what was going on on the field.

And Cyril had already walked in front of the second tent, the shadow twisted, repeating the process of changing into a "fake" for the first time.

"Let me see, what are you going to become? Just go too far, a dragon of level [-]?"

Cyril muttered softly, raising the long sword in his hand slightly to be on guard.

The shadow continued to distort, becoming larger and larger, exceeding his current height, and then showing the embryonic form of a horse...

"Horse? What kind of monster does the horse have? The difficulty is a bit low?"

He stared at the writhing shadow, watching the part of the horse gradually become thinner, revealing a thick bone torso, a body covered with armor, and blue flames jumping in the eye sockets...

"This, it shouldn't be!"

Cyril's body tensed up suddenly, and before the shadow was fully formed, a cyan light had already lit up on the long sword, and the meteorite hammer was formed in an instant, smashing towards the shadow.

The cyan sledgehammer was like a falling meteor, with a streamering tail flame, and exploded when it touched the shadow, turning into countless wind blades.The back and forth wind blade whizzed and cut, almost cutting the second tent behind the shadow into pieces.

But this huge scene made Cyril's heart tighten even more - he clearly saw that the shadow made an upward movement at the moment the meteor hammer fell!

The meteor hammer was not in the middle, but deflected after being blocked by the opponent!

Without any hesitation, facing the blue wind, he raised his sword and stepped forward.But at the moment when he just stepped forward, he heard the sound of heavy hooves, and then a group of black shadows wrapped in strong wind broke through the entanglement of the wind element and stabbed straight at him!

Cyril immediately raised his shield, narrowly parrying the thorn towards his waist. The heavy force attached to that thorn caused his whole body to deflect, almost slipping and falling.Fortunately, the angle of the block this time was perfect enough, and the knight's heroic spirit triggered the correction value so that he could control his body steadily.

He used his strength to back away, withdrawing from the opponent's chasing distance, and the lingering wind finally dissipated at this time, and the shadow also revealed its true face——

On the back of an armored bone horse was a tall knight. Under the ferocious helmet, the fire of the soul was jumping in the hollow eye sockets.The knight held a spear in his left hand, and the long sword in his right hand was shining with a strange black light. The shield was placed on the skeleton of the horse, which could be picked up at any time.

He looked at Cyril proudly, with the fire of soul in his eyes flickering, as if he wanted to convey some message—unfortunately, his body was still almost made of bones, and he had not reached the level where a high-level terrifying knight could restore human skin and muscles. No ability to speak.

But even if it's just a ghost knight with thick bones, it's enough for Cyril to pour all his energy into it.He took a deep breath, suppressed the feeling of scolding the ring ring, or the [Road to Glory], and raised the long sword in his hand.

Then he exhaled the turbid breath, his mood had completely calmed down, and he whispered the name of his opponent:

"Cyril Adrian..."

No, it should be——

"Adrien the Breaker."

Caroline, the future twilight shadow, the chief of the three knights under her seat, the terrible knight Adrian the Breaker, appeared again in this world where Cyril Adrian did not die.

What would the Breakers of 1440 look like?Cyril doesn't know, no player knows.At the corresponding time point, it should be the dead Cyril who protected Caroline, and then Caroline was taken away by the undead and returned to the extreme northern ice field, where Caroline began her painful practice and gradually moved towards die.

The current formation breaker is just a skeleton, which shows that the power of death collected by the fire of the soul is not enough to reshape the flesh and blood of the limbs - to reshape the body, at least level [-] is required among the undead.

In other words, what he has to face is probably only the [-]th-level formation breaker—no, at this time, he should not have obtained this title, and he is still only the undead knight "Adrien".

It's just that like the later generations, he already holds a sword, shield and spear, and probably has mastered the ability to switch freely between offense and defense.

Thinking about this, Cyril couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief - if it was really a formation breaker of later generations, just the equipment on his body and a bunch of weird auras attached to it would be enough for him to get rid of it first. Half-Life is gone.

As for the current Adrian... If he still can't beat him, wouldn't he bear the title of "traveler"?
It's just... the re-engraving of "myself" can even re-engrave Cyril Adrian in another world line, you really have it!
He didn't even notice that Leonardo and Elena, who opened their mouths wide after seeing a death knight emerge, stepped into the shadows step by step with their long swords in hand.Although there is not much magic power left in the wind element pool, the consumption of the Vientiane wind shape is still enough to deal with a death knight who is still at the level of a skeleton soldier.

Adrian reacted immediately, he clamped his legs, the undead bone horse raised its front hooves high, and then swung the spear forward, as if trying to knock Cyril out of the shadows.

But with Cyril's experience as a top wanderer, the route he chose was naturally to avoid the range of the long spear, and he rushed from Adrian's right side, touched the opponent's back in the blink of an eye, jumped on the horseback, and broke out of hiding ——

Immediately afterwards, he swung a shield on the opponent's light golden skull crown, and the heavy force almost knocked Adrian's head away.But the stun from the shield blow was not very effective on the undead. Adrian reacted, swung the long sword backhand, and slashed towards Cyril.

But what answered him was a sword strike from the left shoulder - the sword in Cyril's hand accurately slashed at the opponent's joints, and directly removed Adrian's left arm holding the spear.

The undead bone horse under its crotch was bouncing like crazy, but such shaking had no effect on Cyril, who was skilled in riding.He noticed that although Adrian had a helmet and a long sword, he didn't have the hideous armor with amazing protection in later generations, and his chest was only a skeleton!

"wind!"

Cyril drank in a low voice, and the shield slapped away the sword-holding arm of the opponent again, and then the long sword with a condensed blue light stabbed forward, from bottom to top, and directly stirred into the head that was jumping with the fire of the soul.

He twisted the long sword in his hand, and the power burst out. The blue wind didn't give Adrian any extra chance to resist, and wiped out the fire of soul in the blink of an eye.

Cyril jumped off the horse swiftly, glanced at Adrian's equipment from the corner of his eye, the shield did not seem to be the one from the previous life, and the long sword in his hand looked familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere.

And just as he was thinking, the figure of the formation breaker Adrian had returned to the twisted shadow.

Immediately afterwards, the voice of the shadow sounded again:
"Ring ring, winner: Cyril Adrian."

"You, do you want to continue your challenge?"

(End of this chapter)