Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 311 Arrangement
"My lord, the battle damage has been counted."

The blond girl leaned in front of Cyril, her face full of tension.

"Battle damage? The situation is bad?" Cyril lowered his head and looked at Alina's face.

He saw Elina running around among the mercenaries just now, but his mind was full of possible "bosses" behind the portal and the words left by the Great Sage Setanrio, He only ordered the troops to rest, and forgot to count the battle damage.

"Well...they were generally wounded. Three mercenaries died in total, two from the Weeping Vine Mercenary Group, and one from the Feral Mercenary Group. They were all caught and killed by the harpies. , their morale is low..."

Alina poked the tips of her index fingers in both hands, struggling with words.She hadn't done this kind of thing before, so she didn't know what she was doing was right.

"exactly."

A voice came from behind her, and Elena turned her head, and saw that "Atzke, the dog-legged son of Baron Jean"—at least in Elena's mind at the moment—was walking slowly, with a smile on his face. Full of tiredness: "I'm sorry, my lord, the battle damage is my responsibility."

"You've done a good job." Cyril shook his head. He had never eaten pork and had seen pigs run. He knew that with their team configuration, facing a group of harpies would be tantamount to "losing the air supremacy at the opening"—— If those harpies are lazy or clever, they can even grab tiles and stones to consume this army.

"Let them have a good rest. It is not easy to get here." Cyril added, "In contrast, Atsk, I want to ask you, do you know about the 'Dragonborn'?" related matters."

"Dragonborn?" Aczke cheered up, rolled up the torn cuffs of his inner shirt to his elbows, and asked doubtfully, "This is a great thing, does the Earl need it?"

"I only know a few things. They are the descendants of the dragon and the people of the gods. They have some characteristics of the dragon. With the disappearance of the dragon family and the degeneration of the blood of the people of the gods, the dragon descendants have long been extinct."

"My lord earl knows about the same as I know. It should all come from "Wings of the Dragon" written by Aleuk, right?" Atzke nodded, "I can add that a dragon descendant with pure blood has the ability to become a half-dragon. Ability, for humans, is almost the same as that of a giant dragon."

Cyril nodded slightly.

Elves, orcs, humans, and dragonborn, according to what the great sage said, "Dragonborn formed this plain with their bodies", and among these four races, the only one he could not touch was the dragonborn. The boss, without a doubt, is Him.

"Cyril, is it possible that what we are going to face next is a half-dragon?" Alina asked, blinking her eyes, but there was no fear in her purple eyes, "Is that half-dragon powerful, or a bone dragon?" Are dragons stronger?"

"This..." Cyril compared, "According to the strength level of the Magic Plain, the bone dragon should be more powerful."

After all, the girl came from the Dragon Corpse Underground Palace. She saw the bone dragon being revived by the lich, so she didn't have much fear of the existence of the giant dragon.

And Azike couldn't help but wondered: "Wait a minute, Lord Earl, you mean...the next thing we have to face is the Dragonborn?"

What the great sage said, Cyril has not yet spread the word—telling ordinary soldiers with information like this can only increase panic.He nodded:

"To be precise, it should be some of us who have to face the Dragonborn."

"Do you want?"

"As you can see, Atsk, they have lost the ability to continue fighting. To forcefully face such an existence is nothing more than death."

"But we can still take a break. I guess those spiritual knights will also become obstacles, without the cover of troops..." Azike was analyzing seriously, when he suddenly heard a deep roar——

That roar came from the rear of the barracks, in the vast fog.Amidst the roar, he was shocked to find that the barrier above his head was shaking violently, as if it was about to shatter at any moment.

And those harpies started to dive down like a madman, and the stern faces hit the barrier with a "bang bang", as if they wanted to reflect their ferocious expressions on it.

In this sudden weirdness, Azike saw a thick and long figure wriggling in the mist. It climbed over a tall tower, and when it completely climbed over there, the tower disappeared up.

It seemed to be swallowed by that figure.

The figure squirmed and approached the barracks, and the mercenaries were so frightened that they didn't dare to make a sound.But the figure finally stopped behind a city wall, turned around and crawled towards the distance.

When Azike looked at Cyril again, he found a helpless smile on the face of the half-elf boy: "It's only been a few hours since the last time he shattered the tower?"

"You see, we don't have much time, not enough to support a rest."

"But..." Azike hesitated, but then he saw Cyril stretch out his hand and put it on his shoulder.

"Atzke, there is a task for you next."

Azike suddenly became solemn and nodded seriously.

"Next, you need to take this group of mercenaries, halberd soldiers, and centaurs back the same way, back to the stone road outside the city, and wait for the disintegration of the magic plain. The unicorn golden boat, the centaur Irug Will stay with the team, they will keep the team safe."

"Back the way you came?" Atzke looked at Cyril in surprise, "You mean, we won't participate in the next battle?"

"Yes, I hope that this group of mercenaries who have been honed in battle will not be damaged again. After they leave the Elgin Forest, they can be incorporated into Siliki's elite."

Azike looked at the relaxed look on Cyril's face incomprehensibly, obviously not knowing why the half-elf boy was able to say that the solution to the Magic Plain was so certain.He opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but the only thing he said was:

"But……"

"As for Baron Jean, forgive me if I have to call him along—Gene O'Connor, I don't think you have any objections!" Cyril turned around, and whispered to Leonardo not far away, holding a tomahawk Baron Jean, who was talking, shouted.

"Of course, otherwise I would have no face to go back to Siliki." Gene replied coldly.

"That's it." Cyril patted the shoulder of the "lecturer" who met in Siliki, "It's an honor to experience this magic plain with you, and I hope that when the jungle returns to normal, I can be in Siliki. See you at the mansion."

After he finished speaking, without giving Atsk a chance to react, he turned around and walked towards the portal, calling his name and saying:

"Elena, Memphis, Jean, Leonardo, come with me!"

And Azike, who was left behind by him, stopped in place, gritted his teeth, and said loudly:

"The rest of the people, rest for 5 minutes at the end, and we will go back the same way!"

His words undoubtedly caused a commotion, and Irugal and Jin Zhou, who had fought fiercely just now, immediately raised their heads and looked in the direction of the portal.

What I saw were only a few figures walking through the door.

and the slowly closing door.

(End of this chapter)