Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 309 The Great Sage of Setanrio (Two in One)

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

Alina and Leonardo beside them were stunned, especially Leonardo, who couldn't figure out why Cyril encountered the second battle, and why the object of the second battle was a A death knight.

But how can Cyril control them, at this time he is more and more interested in this ring ring - like this kind of serial battle setting, every time he wins a game, the rewards he gets will increase a lot.

The victory of the first challenge allowed him to get the "Memory of the Setanrio Barracks", which was essential for them to pass through this magical plain.

Now that he has won the second victory, if he wins two more times and beats up these four tents, will he be able to obtain a lot of information corresponding to the fourth era of civilization?

Without any hesitation, he opened the mouth and said:

"I choose to continue to challenge."

Come on, let me see, which worldline me can you name for the third time!
Cyril followed the shadow and walked slowly towards the third tent.

Setanrio and Nolongard, two forces of human civilization are in the same city - such a combination is rare, he even doubts that the two forces of Nolongard and Nolongard are themselves A hostile relationship like that of La Rochelle and O Saint-Emma.

The more critical point is that besides the two human forces, there are third-party forces, elves, and fourth-party forces unknown to them, and even fifth-party forces.

It was hard for Cyril to imagine what kind of disaster could bring these many forces together to build a city.

There is also the tree of life, the tree of life of natural creatures that he has always been thinking about in his heart-this magic plain was activated because of the resonance of the tree of life, and he has not seen the shadow of the tree of life yet.

When he was thinking in his heart, he had already reached the door of the third tent.The shadow had already begun to twist and change, gradually taking on a human shape.

It seemed to realize that Cyril's attention was not on him, and felt abnormal anger.The shadow trembled violently, and the speed of the human form was faster than before.

Cyril looked at the twisting shadow, and did not launch a rush attack like he did against "Adrien the Breaker".He watched the shadow writhing crazily, and at the moment when the human figure was almost formed, he heard a "poof"——

The human figure condensed from the shadows disappeared.

"Why is his opponent missing?"

Leonardo stared at the front of the tent with a serious face. The figure disappeared so quickly that he, who was a bystander, couldn't catch the figure at the moment of disappearance.

Alina rested her chin on her hand, and shook her head—for some reason, she didn't feel any nervousness in her heart, and just said softly: "I feel that this battle between the lords will end sooner than before."

And just as Elena said, the moment Cyril saw the shadow disappear, he couldn't help laughing, and the expression on his face was completely relaxed.If both Leonardo and Elena were kept in the dark by what this "Cyril" did, then Cyril himself knew very well who the one in front of him was.

It was May in 1440, and it was nearly 5 years ago in the game for the time he traveled through.However, when he suddenly recalled it at this moment, Cyril was surprised to find that this scene was so clear:

The little rogue was carrying a dagger and walking on the mountain roads in Derek Province. He was still wearing a mix of white and green equipment, only the dagger was slightly better——

He remembered that the dagger was blue-worded equipment in the advanced stage. It was released by the "Murloc Leader of the Noye River", and it was called "Noye's Breath". Bleeding and slowing down.

The excellent additional attributes of this dagger made it his off-hand dagger for a long time afterwards. It will have a beautiful blue water splash effect when it breaks the invisible attack, beautifully resembling a lotus flower out of water——

Recalling these, Cyril even closed his eyes slightly, and even the listening to wind technique was completely abandoned.He gave up the perception of the outside world, gave up the initiative to attack, just imagined the blooming blue light, and then suddenly whispered:

"You're here, aren't you?"

"Fire God?"

He took a sudden step forward, brushing past his back with a blue brilliance dagger.And the long sword in his hand was already held in the backhand at some point, stabbing towards the back.

The sound of entering the flesh came clearly, and Cyril heard the enemy behind him gasp.He knew that it was absolutely impossible for the opponent to retreat at this time, so he simply let go of the hand holding the sword, and then kicked back, kicking the opponent's chest firmly.

The body behind him fell heavily to the ground. Cyril turned around, stepped on the "Wanderer" who had escaped from hiding but failed to obtain any results, and kicked the dagger out of his hand first. The fierce dagger spun and flew away, and then looked down at the "wanderer".

Yes, the third "Cyril" engraved in the ring ring is not Cyril, but the character he was in May 1440, the year when the game was first launched——

Level 33 trainee rogue, fire god.

Cyril looked at the long, twisted hat on the opponent's head. It looked ugly and cute. Do you remember which fashion you got? It seemed to be called "Swaying Eel Headgear"?And he was also wearing shabby equipment, except for the dagger, he really didn't have a piece of equipment that he could get his hands on——

But as long as the players who come here know, in that era, it was a lucky thing for a lone wanderer without external resources to be able to mix such a suit of equipment.

"So, you're a psychic illusion, aren't you?"

Cyril reached out and patted the face of "God of Fire and Fire", then drew out his long sword, and slashed on his back a few times, as if picking a part of beef, finally found the position of the back of the heart, and stabbed him with a sword. Down.

The body of the Fire God on the ground was like the previous "Cyril Adrian" and "Adrien the Breaker", writhing violently, and then turned into a cloud of shadows.

It's just that this time the shadow didn't float in front of Cyril again like before, it twisted and flew towards the fourth tent.Cyril stood up and stared at the tent, only to see a figure in civilian clothes slowly walking out of the empty tent——

It was an old man with long beard and long hair, wearing only thin coarse clothes.He was barefoot and stooped, like an old farmer.

But the long stick of dead wood in his hand and the energetic eyes are enough to prove that he is not a farmer——

Perhaps, he is a wise man?
Then, the old man walked towards Cyril slowly.His mouth and nose are covered by a bushy beard, but one can still see the unstoppable smile on his face.

Leonardo who was not far away let out a soft "ah". The moment he saw the old man, he remembered that he had seen this old man—yes, after he had worked so hard to win the final victory in the battle. Victory, after knocking the fake "Leonardo" back into the shadows, the old man walked out of the tent.

and then?
"Let me see, who is it~ won the ring ring, ho ho ho, I didn't expect it to be a young elf—oh no, a half elf?"

In front of the tent, the old man dragged out a strange long voice, and his voice was also switching back and forth between sharp and hoarse. Cyril had never heard every word he said, but he could fully understand it when combined.

He wasn't surprised—after realizing that the essence of the ring arena is spiritual magic, for a master who is proficient in spiritual magic, conveying what he wants to express to the other party's heart is simply impossible. things.

"Yeah, maybe I should introduce myself first—"

The old man seemed to remember something, his hunched body suddenly straightened up, and then his voice became more serious:
"I am in charge of the highest astrologer, I choose the future path for Setanrio, I have seen the kingdom from prosperity to decline, they all call me 'Setanrio's' national teacher, but I prefer to be called— —”

"The Great Sage."

Every time he said a word, he took a step forward, and when he finished the long series of words, he had already approached Cyril's body——his head only reached Cyril's chest, but he didn't feel it at all. to his "shortness".

"Great Sage." Cyril repeated the word, so he saw the old man let out a pleasant "Ho Ho Ho Ho" laugh, shrugged his shoulders, and said briskly:
"Then as you want to know in your heart, I will answer your most concerned questions, about Setanrio's barracks, about Nolongard, about elves, about..."

He raised his head, and there seemed to be a strange and mysterious light in his gray eyes:
"About our piece, the magic plain."

Cyril was taken aback—Magic Plain?Is this what he read from his heart, or did he know it before and wanted to tell himself?

"Don't be nervous, young man, oh, you are also the successor of the Moon Crow, those silver elves chose a tragic ending - don't worry, don't worry, I have seen too many secrets, the real wise man will not Reveal other people's secrets, not to mention, I'm just a remnant soul."

As he said, he winked at Cyril, which made him look unexpectedly playful.

Then he raised his hand, and a shadow appeared in front of him, twisting in the open space, and turned into a white stone table in the blink of an eye, with four stone benches around it.He sat down first, then waved to the other side:
"That little knight, yes, I remember you, come and sit with us. And that little girl."

"Little knight..." Leonardo's eyebrows twitched involuntarily, but he stood up anyway, walked to the table with Elena and sat down.And Cyril sat beside the great sage of Setanrio, and when everyone was present, the great sage coughed twice and began to say:
"So where do we start? To be honest, I have been waiting for this passage for many, many, many years, but unfortunately no one has been able to hear it. Let me think... Well, it started from the end of the era. Let's talk about it."

The end of the era.

Cyril's heart trembled, and he nodded seriously.

"Since the gods have left and the era of civilization has been iterated, our civilization should be the fourth generation of civilization—this is the era of civilization of astrology. We are extremely obsessed with astrology, thinking that the departed gods can show us how to move forward path of."

"Hey, little knight, why are you laughing? It is no exaggeration to say that we are the closest era to the gods after they have gone away, even in the era of the second civilization era, when the blood of the gods of all living beings is not yet thin. Their connections with the gods are far inferior to ours."

He glared at Leonardo, and his voice suddenly became low:

"And I, who is in charge of the highest astrology table, saw the end of the era on that day."

"The end of the era." Cyril repeated the word again in a low voice, and the great sage seemed very satisfied with Cyril's attitude of "listening to the lecture", and nodded vigorously:
"I have foreseen that countless unknowables will swallow up the continent, civilization, and everything, and everything will start from scratch in destruction. I know this is the so-called end, so all the creatures we can contact, no matter It was the hostile Nolongard, or the elves, the dwarves, and the orcs we fought together, and we gathered together to build this city."

He stared at Cyril, with a different kind of light in those wise eyes, and then whispered a word:

"Holy White King's Court."

"Holy White King's Court." Cyril repeated the words, and then he noticed that the silver line on his hand was glowing faintly.

"This is your choice to fight against the end? Unite all forces?" he asked.

But the great sage shook his head: "Yes, and no."

He stood up suddenly, raised his hands high, and said in a long and trembling voice:
"The end has never stopped, every era, every era, I saw their choice in the age of the gods, we want to reproduce that choice, we intend to create a sword, with the horn of the dragonborn as a protection The hand is made of the bone of the heroic human soul into a sword blade, given spirituality with the feather of the beast god, and uses the eternal stone of the elf as the source, so as to face the omnipresent end."

Between his raised hands, the picture flickered through his hands, and Cyril saw that at the end of the picture, a green gemstone flashed past——

He was startled, and subconsciously lowered his head to look at the back of his hand. The shape outlined by the silver line was exactly the same as the green gemstone.

"Then...you succeeded?" It was Leonardo who asked.

The great sage put his hands down, hid his smile in his beard, sat down again, and shook his head.

"No, we failed. If we succeed, it should still be the Fourth Civilization Era."

He leaned back on the stone bench, his voice seemed extremely relaxed, and he looked like an ordinary little old man drinking tea by the stove.

"Yes, we failed. Perhaps we are the most successful era against the end. I think we have severely injured him, but we still failed."

"And at the end of this end, we chose to leave this place for future generations, hoping that someone can see what the future of the era is from our experience-I think that there is no other civilized astrology that can reach our level , predict the coming of the end."

He looked at Cyril with a smile, and whispered:
"Nolongard left behind a group of brave warriors. The dragonborn formed this plain with their bodies. The orcs and elves seemed to have nothing left behind. They rushed to the forefront—"

"And we, Setanrio, have left the 'I' in front of you, a remnant of Francis, the great sage of Setanrio."

He stood up again and bowed slightly to Cyril:
"They chose, let me, tell you as successors."

"What has happened to our civilization?"

"This is our last stand against the end."

　It's the story of the Fourth Age of Civilization
　　
　
(End of this chapter)