Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 310 The Mission of Existence (Two in One)

Setanrio...the great sage.

With just a few words from the old man, almost the entire large version of the expansion pack was stuffed into Cyril's arms.

Humans, Setanrio, Nolongard.Elves, orcs, and the so-called "Dragonborn"—under the guidance of astrology, they chose their own way to fight against the so-called "end".

They fought against the end, and then fell down. The orcs and elves died even more simply. They went on and on, and they never stopped when they faced the overwhelming shadows.

In Cyril's mind, the scene that the Moon Crow Army had experienced suddenly emerged: under the bloody setting sun, among the shadows of the rustling trees, the broken banner was still hunting in the wind.The dead body is still standing upright, whispering the last battle song between the lips amidst the distant sound of the horn:

"Wang Ting is behind, we have no way out..."

The holy white royal court, the city where he is standing at this time, is the last hope for all those united under the royal court in the last era.

In fact, they knew that this battle was inevitable, and the future determined by the outcome of the highest combat power had nothing to do with ordinary elves, orcs, and humans.

But they still turned their backs to the royal court, drew their swords, and rushed to death one by one amidst the sound of horns.

If you don't come back?
Will never return.

Cyril took a deep breath. The words of the old man who did not describe in detail had already stirred his mind, but what made him feel "great" was the deep meaning in the old man's words.

"The Great Sage." He said, his voice full of respect.The old man looked at him quietly, nodded with a smile:

"Moon Crow's successor, do you have anything to say?"

"Of course, I have a few questions." Cyril nodded, and said after sorting out his thoughts:

"The first question is, why do the orcs who have fallen in our civilization have power parallel to elves and humans in your civilization?"

"No, you're wrong." The great sage shook his head, "In fact, the orcs are the most powerful existence in our civilization. Outside of the prosperous Middle Earth, the ice sea in the north, the desert in the west, whatever Everywhere, there are their tribes."

"They are admirers of the purest power. In the era of chasing the stars, they became powerful, and under the blessing of the stars, they blossomed into an extremely brilliant civilization."

"Of course, it is precisely because they entrust everything to the starry sky that they come naked and leave naked."

"There was nothing left."

Cyril nodded lightly, and Leonardo and Elena on the side were already dumbfounded - after all, this was something far beyond their cognition level.If Cyril was not a player who traveled through time, he might be in the fog at this time.

But he didn't have time to stop, just like the great sage threw everything out so hastily—Cyril keenly noticed that the seemingly solid body of the great sage was gradually becoming illusory.

This is just a remnant soul left by a great sage.

"Second question, this city has shown me the greatness of human architecture in your civilization. But I want to know what the elves have contributed to this city."

But the great sage looked at him with a smile, and said softly: "You already have the answer, don't you?"

Cyril was silent.

He had already guessed it, starting from when he entered the city and saw the bark-like road under the broken stone bricks—no, it should be said earlier, the one he saw in the memory of the flag bearer. When it looks like a towering tree and a holy white city, there are already guesses.

"This holy white royal court is built on the 'Eternal Tree' of the elves?" He asked in a low voice.

"It is the last eternal tree of the elves." The great sage responded in the same low voice: "The elves poured the original power of nature on the sword used to kill the 'end', that is The endless power of the Moon Spring. Without the Moon Spring, I am afraid that the elves of later generations will no longer have the tree of eternity, let alone the tree of the ancient times.”

While he was speaking, he panted lightly, and his figure had gradually become transparent.Elena and Leonardo originally wanted to say something, but seeing the old man's appearance, they also understood what Cyril's hasty appearance was for.

Cyril nodded slightly, and then asked the third question: "The last question, respected great sage, the existence of this holy white royal court is not to fight against the end... I mean, isn't it? Because you know that failure is doomed, did you choose to build this royal court?"

The gazes of Leonardo and Elena froze on Cyril's face, and the smile on the great sage's face disappeared all of a sudden - he stared at the outstanding face of the half-elf boy, and after a while , looking completely relaxed:

It was a look of relief.His beard was blown by his nose, trembling, his eyebrows and eyes were all bent.With his eyes closed, he seemed to be extremely leisurely, his legs could not help but cocked up and down, and finally let out a long sigh:

"You are right, successor. This royal court exists for you in the future to see."

"My continuation mission has been completed."

During this sigh, Cyril felt a great sadness.

Or rather, tragic.

He originally thought that those elves and orcs who knew death and went to death were already tragic enough. They went to the end to protect the last pure land in their hearts.

But they don't know that the pure land in their hearts is based on the premise of "destruction"——

In the fourth era of civilization, the leaders of that era, after clearly seeing an irreversible future, chose to leave destruction to themselves and hope to subsequent civilizations.

Build the greatest royal court with the power of all races, turn the power of the entire royal court into a magical plain, keep the soul of the most powerful astrologer in it, and tell their epics for the latecomers.

This is the path chosen by the leader of that civilization era.

After the old man finished speaking, his figure became more and more transparent.The power to maintain his existence is running out.

He stood up slowly, holding the long stick in his hand, walked tremblingly in front of Cyril, and waved his hand to signal Cyril not to stand up.

Then he lowered his head slightly, and gently pressed his wrinkled forehead on Cyril's forehead:
"Young successor, although I really want to pass on my Setanrio inheritance to you, it's a pity that my remnant soul is only enough to record our story. I will keep our story in your memory, and I hope you can Helps."

"Also, the experience of Knight Setanrio's training, and some tips for communicating with the stars, this is the last knowledge I can leave to you personally."

His voice was trembling as he spoke, his figure getting weaker and weaker, and in his voice, Cyril only felt a lot of "fog" pouring into his mind, they filled his mind, when he wanted to get closer At the time, he quietly avoided.

"When your strength is sufficient to control, they will be displayed in front of you."

The old man said, stretched out his hands, and hugged Cyril:

Then he straightened up, strode backwards, and waved his hands vigorously:
"Go, face the last existence of this magic plain! He is in the space ahead, I think you can wake him up!"

The great sage of Setanrio retreated rapidly, and when the last word fell, the figure that had been faint and almost invisible disappeared completely.

Instead, there is a long oval door suspended above the ground.

The portal of space.

And as he disappeared, Cyril heard a rumbling sound - the tower surrounded by four tents shook, and then the ground of the whole city seemed to shake:

This holy white royal court is seeing off the soul of the great sage.

Immediately afterwards, Cyril heard a crackling sound, followed by noisy shouts, flapping wings, and the sound of arrows piercing the air, all mixed together and pierced into his ears.

The barrier of the Ring Knight camp was shattered.

He immediately remembered that when the barrier was triggered, the coalition of natural creatures and mercenaries outside was still in a tough battle.At this time, the barrier was broken, and he could clearly see a dense black shadow in the sky—those were Harpies.

But Azike's voice was particularly loud in this chaos, and the hoarse voice still covered the entire battlefield: "Hold on, hold on for a while! Lord Earl, they will come out soon!"

Atsk stood in the center of the crowd, with several harpies hovering above his head.He kept raising the crossbow in his hand while screaming, but his arrows had little effect on these harpies—the feathers of these monsters already had good protective properties, without the mechanical power of mana infusion, Difficult to penetrate.

These harpies are not without wisdom. While they are circling to avoid the arrows, they seem to have realized how much trouble this human has caused their attack.

So the circling harpies seemed to have found the right angle, and suddenly formed a square formation, all of them pounced down, completely covering Atsk under their wings!

The shrill, non-human woman's cry made people want to cover their ears and squat down. Atzik immediately realized that their target was him, and immediately shouted: "Shield soldiers, cover me!"

While shouting, he shot the last arrow, and then he lowered his head and burrowed towards the crowded place.The arrows of the rangers immediately focused their fire on the group of harpies that suddenly fell, but their number was too small, and these monsters were well prepared, even if a few of them were shot down, they were about to overwhelm them. The human being in the way was cut off from the horse——

The mercenaries and halberds stabbed towards the sky with their weapons one after another, but they were entangled by the harpies instead, unable to give Atsk any more cover.

Seeing that the sharp claws of the two harpies were about to grab Atsk's back, there was a whistling sound of piercing through the air, and a huge blue arrow flew over Atsk's head, knocking the two harpies together. The demon's body pierced through and landed on the ground.

"Thank you, Miss Memphella."

Azike was still in shock, and looked back at the Elf patrol captain sitting on the silver deer. The latter just coldly put away the longbow in his hand, his face was pale, obviously exhausted.

"Cheer up! These things are not birds of prey, they will not attack together desperately, what they like is consumption! The shield soldiers raise their shields alternately, and we shrink the formation!"

Facing these units flying in the air, Atsk's decision-making is already the best, but the consumption of the soldiers is too great, these harpies pounce in a row, not trying to catch the humans below , As long as it brings consumption to them, it is considered a success.

If there were no centaur's halberds to guard almost half of the formation, I'm afraid they would have been killed long ago - but at this point in the battle, only Irugal's halberds could swing as before, and the rest of the centaurs Arm strength is also almost exhausted.

There is not enough long-range firepower, no mage, it is too difficult to fight this kind of battle—Atzke gritted his teeth, thinking bitterly why he would agree with Baron Jean and lead a group of mercenaries to rush into the forest foolishly , while working hard to command and maintain the morale of the army.

But without results, the morale of the army will only be slackened - he has already noticed that some mercenaries are slumped on the ground, and the consumption of the shield soldiers is even greater, and the consumption of raising the shield to a high place is much greater than that of defending directly in front.

The more critical point is that those harpies seem to be aware of the weakness of the humans below, and the number of downward impacts is becoming more and more frequent!
Can't stand it anymore!

Azike raised his head and looked at the black flock of birds, the sky was full of falling black feathers, as if the curtain of death was falling for them——

"wind!"

A clear low shout suddenly exploded in his ears and in the ears of all the mercenaries.Azike regained his spirits, and subconsciously looked back at the camp where they could not go forward.

But seeing a figure standing on the gray-white stone wall, the long sword in the half-elf boy's hand was surrounded by blue light, and then the long sword pointed forward, and the air flow above their heads immediately became extremely disordered.

Afterwards, the cyan giant hammer appeared in midair beside the harpies, and instead of falling down as usual, it exploded directly.The wind blade roared and swept across the air, cutting off the harpies that were hovering around.

The harpies who reacted hastily increased their altitude, trying to avoid the cutting of this wave of wind blades, but this was exactly what the half-elf boy was thinking, and he immediately shouted loudly:
"Everyone, retreat into the camp!"

Those mercenaries were already exhausted, waiting for such an order to be issued, and at this moment they all ran towards the camp.Those stone walls could no longer play a role. They either climbed over the stone wall, or walked in through the main entrance, and all retreated into the camp before the wind blade dissipated.

The harpies above their heads seemed to realize that the so-called wind blades were just a means for humans to escape, and wanted to attack the camp angrily, but they had just started to dive when they heard the sound of "boom!" ——The harpies seemed to have bumped into the barrier solidly, and they could only flap their wings and circle around helplessly, uttering mournful cries.

Is this the last shelter given to them by the Great Sage?Or is it the unique rules of the camp itself?

Cyril had no way of knowing, but it didn't matter, what was important was that they finally had a place where they could rest peacefully for a while.

　One hundred chapters, volume three!
　　[I just realized that the previous title number was typed wrong, it should be Chapter [-] now...]

　　This volume will probably be over in a few days!How do you feel about Sage Setanrio and the Fourth Civilization~
　　
　
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