Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 318 The Awakened Dragonborn

Dragonborn, according to the great sage of Setanrio, Dragonborn formed an alliance with humans, elves, and orcs, and finally achieved this magic plain.

Holding the sword, he looked at the pitch-black body armor in front of him.Under the light of the revived tree of eternity, the luster flows on it, showing its sharp edges and corners.

Cyril raised his hand, and at this moment he still had a little bit of that mysterious control.He thought for a while. In other works, this kind of power is often called "field". I don't know if this is the case in [Road to Glory].

Perhaps this is the power of the law level?Players in the game really don't have much contact with the rules. [Road to Glory] is notoriously slow to release new things, but every time it is updated, a lot of stuff will be added.Cyril has some understanding of the laws, but those laws are not so advanced, they are only at the level of "Iris" and "Jane Christine".

As for the "plain" and "tower" that Nora mentioned, he had never heard of it——

and many more?

He suddenly remembered something, it seemed that more than a month ago, he saw the sentence that the tower and the plain appeared at the same time...

"In church, brat..."

Gray God's voice suddenly sounded in his mind. Cyril was taken aback, and subconsciously pressed the necklace on the pendant. He heard Gray God screaming twice before reacting, and let go of his hand hastily. :
"Why did you come out and talk?"

"Just now, there must be a god in the world, I feel it."

Gray God's voice was full of melancholy: "If you can choose to support me properly, maybe I can also reach that state——Ah, oh, oh, it hurts, don't, stop, please!"

Cyril lifted the necklace and snorted coldly: "Be honest, the church? What church appeared?"

"Have you forgotten, the song sung by that little girl who was with you?" Gray God paused, and hummed hard: "The Primordial God returned her holy clothes, she walked through the door, She climbed over walls, she walked on plains, she climbed towers—”

"Plains, towers!"

It was only then that Cyril realized that he had indeed come into contact with these two words.He tried hard to recall, it can be traced back to when he was still in the Tower of the North Wind——

At that time, he was in that church, flipping through the "Book of Origins", and complained about why the version in the game didn't have this passage. He remembered that it said "The God of the Origin went to the mortal world, and she named the wall as Monroe. The primordial god went to the mortal world, and she named the gate Ino."

What about the tower and the plain?
He thought hard, but heard the gray god's voice sound again:

"Shiffin Plain, and White Tower Liandel..."

"How do you know?" Cyril blurted out.He seemed to be able to feel that the gray god in the pendant immediately became radiant and raised his head and chest when he heard his question, and even his voice suddenly became much louder:

"Hmph, I'm the god of the new era, I'm still... ah, ah, wrong, wrong, you are a god, you are a god!"

Cyril did not loosen the necklace this time, since Gray God knows, then just ask slowly later, the important thing is the present——

That power was gradually fading, and he noticed that the silver beam of light was also gradually dissipating.It is estimated that when the beam of light disappeared, it was also the moment when he lost this power.

"It's time to wake up, Dragonborn."

Cyril stepped forward quickly, reaching out to pick off the dragonborn's mask.However, before his hand touched the dark and majestic visor, the sound of wind suddenly sounded behind him.

Without turning his head, he knew it was the dragon's tail—as the power of the so-called "Xifen Plain" faded, the dragonborn was gradually able to regain control of the body.

Cyril swung his sword with a backhand, but when he heard a "dang", the dragonborn in front of him let out a low, muffled grunt.He looked back and saw that the dragon's tail was knocked open by his sword, and a large piece of the dragon's scale was broken——

At least at this time, he still has the power to contend head-on with the dragonborn.

It's just that with the loss of this blow, he clearly observed that the beam of light had become so thin that it was difficult to observe, and the power on the sword was also rapidly draining.

Without any hesitation, Cyril grabbed the opponent's face shield directly.The dragonborn waved his dragon claws in an attempt to block Cyril's movement, but his horizontal sword got stuck on his dragon claws, deeply embedded in his dragon scales.

A low growl of surprise sounded immediately under the visor: "With this kind of power, how could you..."

But Cyril didn't give him a chance to say more, he put his knee against the opponent's knee, and under the burst of strength, he heard a muffled sound from the dragonborn, and then he grabbed the visor and lifted it upwards forcefully !

The moment the majestic helmet was completely lifted by him, he saw a head of brilliant blond hair fluttering, and then a pool of bright red flew out and stuck to Cyril's face.

"A sneak attack?"

Cyril backed away in a hurry, reaching out to wipe off the fishy and thick red on his face, only to realize that it seemed to be the blood spurted out by the other party after he was "heavily injured" by him, but it was only sprayed out without the cover of the helmet.

He looked forward, but saw that the dragonborn had already put his hands on the ground, half kneeling on the ground with his belly in his arms, and the dragon tail behind him had disappeared at some point, and the pair of dragon claws had also degenerated into human arms, chopped off by himself. There is still this deep bloodstain on the broken arm, flowing on his fair skin...

Wait a minute!
He stared at the long blond hair of the other party, and let out bursts of seductive moans, recalling the face he had glimpsed before his face was covered with blood...

"Or a little female dragon?"

He couldn't help blurting out, but saw the other party raised his head in resentment, his pupils were the vertical pupils that dragonborn should have, but the outer pupils were green like glass, with a different charm.

"Damn human, don't you even have the awe you should have for the superior race!"

Her lips were stained scarlet with blood, which slid from the corners of her mouth and dripped onto her leg armor.Then she stood up and stared at Cyril viciously. Her mature voice sounded like a provocative sexy girl in a tavern: "And, I am a dragonborn, not a little female dragon, show some respect!"

But Cyril noticed that when the other party glanced at the long sword in his hand, he visibly flinched—the two swords obviously left him with a lot of psychological shadow.

Posing.

He immediately confirmed the attitude of the female dragon, and he couldn't help but feel a little happy when he thought that it was time for the familiar fooling NPC again.

Cyril immediately raised the long sword, and the little female dragon immediately took a step back, and touched back with her uninjured left hand. When she touched the big black sword in the tree, she seemed to settle down.

Then she raised the big sword. The big sword was longer than her body, but it didn't feel bulky in her hand.

Then, those green eyes stared at Cyril, and his voice turned from that frivolous to lower, and was full of majesty in an instant:

"Okay, I know you liberated this magic plain, but before you take the last root, I have to try you—"

　It is indeed a little dragon!
　　Because it was a card made by a group of friends!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)