Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 320 The End of the Magic Plain (Two in One)

Please enlighten me.

He didn't deliberately add any tone to these three words, they just fell lightly like that.But when the tip of the long sword was aimed at the dragonborn named Sigrid, the dragon eyes with vertical pupils widened for a moment, and then Sigrid grinned slightly, revealing a row of silver teeth.

Then she clenched her right hand tightly and pulled out the big black sword that had just been inserted into the ground.

Sigrid, almost immediately transformed from the loss and depression just now into a brave fighter, her dragon eyes stared at Cyril, and the tip of her long tongue licked her front teeth.

Seeing Sigrid like this, Cyril felt a little more at ease.

In fact, according to the direction of the "plot", as long as Cyril takes over the big book logically, he can end this magic plain, and there is no need to do anything more.

From a utilitarian point of view, in the game, this is a term of "completion". He has been recognized by the Moon Crow, the Nolongadling Knight, and the Great Sage. The degree of completion has reached more than 80.00%.

But if you can't pass the level of Dragonborn, you only decide whether to pass the level with 80.00% completion or [-]% completion.

But the problem now is that this dragonborn is also part of the end-stage rewards—Cyril can almost tell that this book will be a summoning treasure. Can "one person is a thousand troops".

But there is another problem with this kind of treasure: if the knot in the "Dragonborn"'s heart is not solved here, and she has not fought against her, then it is very likely that the dragonborn can only be summoned by him, but he is not willing to summon her. Cooperate with him.

The Dragonborn who can become the bottom boss of the Magic Plains should probably be stronger than the entire Spirit Knights. No matter who it is, they will not choose to give up this reward.

But this is only part of the consideration of Cyril's character, and more importantly, the meaning of this book.

It represents the last decision of a civilization, burning itself until it goes out, gathering the essence of civilization, and then burning them all.

The holy white royal court is immersed in the unknown end, it has been sunk for so many years, waiting for someone to see its whole picture.

Then take over the corresponding "responsibility".

The guardianship of the dragonborn is the last trial before taking on this power and responsibility.

"One condition." Seeing that Sigrid raised his fighting spirit, Cyril added, "We only compare sword skills. As for the level of strength... it should be suppressed at the professional level."

"Only comparing sword skills? You don't know what you can do, so you can do it." Sigrid said disdainfully, and then looked at Aidean suspiciously, "Professional level? What level is that?"

"Just keep your strength down to the same level as your successor." Aidean had already stood in the middle of the two, as if he was the host of the competition.

Although he couldn't see his face, Cyril always felt that the face under the triangular-pointed iron helmet wanted to give him a look of approval.

Now that Sigrid has agreed to the conditions of the competition, he doesn't have to worry about being crushed numerically by the opponent.

As for the battle of pure skill, Cyril was not afraid at all.

This kind of competition only appeared a few months ago. At that time, his opponent had a little relationship with the "dragon". Its old home in the West Marshes.

Cyril took a deep breath, put away his extra thoughts, and took a light step forward.And the moment he took this step, the figure of the dragonborn in front of him sank slightly, the big sword drooped to his side, and then his figure was like a fired cannonball, which seemed to bring a black streamer towards Siri Er came straight.

So fast!

Cyril secretly screamed, although the opponent did not directly use the power of the dragonborn, but the speed that his own physical fitness can give far exceeds that of human beings.He didn't underestimate the enemy at all in his heart, and he didn't forget this little female dragon—it should be half of a little female dragon to be precise. It was from the same school as the commander of the spirit knights, Aidean, who was standing by the side, and they were both Nolongard. Disciple of the most outstanding Great Sword Master.

The pitch-black great sword was raised from below, bringing out a pitch-black sword light that seemed to be able to swallow everything.Not daring to parry, Cyril took two steps back, only to see that the raised sword was immediately thrown behind him by the dragonborn.

She doesn't seem to have to worry about the impact of such body movements on her body at all. The body of the dragonborn allows her to act more boldly and boldly.She swung the big sword that had just been dragged behind her with both hands, and the howling wind of the sword was even stronger than before, as if she wanted to crush the fragile "successor" in front of her.

Cyril felt as if he was facing a falling mountain, without any hesitation, he hurriedly took three steps back.Having seen the spirit knight's swordsmanship, he knew that it was not advisable to confront this kind of swordsmanship head-on, but this retreat aroused Sigrid's madness, and her roar came immediately:

"Back, back, back, do you only know how to back off?!"

She roared angrily, then turned around, her posture was exactly the same as that of the spirit knight before, the big sword looked like a dancer's silk at this moment, dancing around her, and finally turned into a ball of pitch-black light, hitting Cyril heavily .

What are the characteristics of the spirit knight's swordsmanship?Fierce and gorgeous.When he first came into contact with the spirit knight in the city, Cyril had already observed this set of combo swordsmanship with superimposed power.

At that time, the method he adopted was to stun and break the armor, so that the spirit knight couldn't perform this combo at all.But Sigrid's power is far superior to those of the spirit knights. Under the sword light she raised, Cyril didn't even dare to use the "Silver Light Cross" to try to dodge his attack and get close.

But if he doesn't use such skills to deal with it, it seems that he... has no way to crack it with swordsmanship alone?

The pitch-black sword was like a falling sky, and like the wings of a black dragon, it almost completely wrapped him in it, and he couldn't even retreat.Cyril felt like a solitary plant in the gust of wind, he couldn't even lift his sword, and could only wait for the gust of wind to blow him over.

But at this time, even though the strong grass in the wind was unable to fight back, it still held its head up, staring at the falling sky——

He stared closely at the sword light that fell from the great sword, and his figure swayed involuntarily in the sword wind, trying to dissipate the pressure that the sword put on him.He looked at the trajectory of the sword sliding down, looked at Sigrid's stretched figure, maintaining a wonderful balance in the air, and the magic power flowed on her body, forming lines...

wait, line?

He looked at the intersection of lines and lines, which represented the direction of Sigrid's whole body strength at this time. The focus was naturally on the hands that controlled the great sword, but the bend of his arms was obviously weak, and the last line turned there. dark spot...

Cyril's eyes lit up, he raised the long sword subconsciously, without even deliberately exerting the rest of his strength, he stepped out, did not retreat but advanced, while avoiding the edge of the sword, he simply doubled the long sword Sigrid The "dot" between the arms handed it over.

He caught the surprised and even panicked expression on Sigrid's face for a moment, and the big sword that was exerting all its strength just now seemed to be restrained at this moment. She curled up her body and twisted it slightly in the air to avoid it. When Cyril struck with a sword, the sword also hit the empty space.

"what?"

Cyril could clearly hear the doubtful voice from Etienne, and he had no time to think about where this wonderful way of coping came from.At this time, he had just brushed past Sigrid who was on the ground, and he immediately turned back and slashed at Sigrid's back with a sword.

And the backlash of the latter's astonishingly powerful sword skill being forcibly interrupted was also reflected here. Sigrid couldn't even pull out the big sword in time, so she could only roll over on the spot to avoid Cyril's sword.

But how could Cyril miss this opportunity?At this time, sword lights intersected in front of him, and the dazzling silver cross came out, covering Sigrid in it.Sigrid, who was forced to retreat, never had a chance to pull out her great sword. She hurriedly retreated, and finally hit the torso of the Eternal Tree with one step.

And the long sword in Cyril's hand stopped just before her throat.

"you lose."

Staring at the dull long sword in the hands of this long-eared boy, Sigrid swallowed a mouthful of saliva, his eyes were still full of confusion, but finally he closed his eyes and said softly:

"Hey, I lost..."

The moment her voice fell, before Cyril could say anything, her solid body suddenly became unreal, and then it turned into a stream of light, which was thrown into the big book in Etienne's hand.

And the big sword that was inserted into the vines on the ground just now disappeared.

Cyril let out a long breath, and when he retracted the sword back to its sheath, he found that his arms were trembling a little, and his fatigue also surged up, and he even yawned.

He couldn't help being taken aback, such a fight was not enough to drain his energy so badly, and he had just received the protection of the highest level god, how could he become so weak?
And Etienne had already stepped forward.Cyril cheered up and found that the rest of the spirit knights behind him had disappeared, and they probably all returned to the big book.

"Book of Heroes".

"Now, successor, the book is yours."

Aidean seemed to have unloaded some burden, and handed the book in his hand to Cyril again.This time, Cyril took the opportunity and flipped through the pages of the book, only to see a spirit knight was drawn on the first sheet of paper, with a string of dotted characters written underneath, probably his name.

Then Aideen leaned back on the trunk of the Eternal Tree, raised his head, and looked at the lush green leaves above his head.

Cyril clearly heard a soft sigh from under the helmet.

"Is the Magic Plain coming to an end?" Cyril asked.

"Yes, hurry up and take a second look." Aidean's tone sounded unusually calm, "The Eternal Tree is so beautiful."

"The Eternal Tree?" Cyril was stunned for a moment, then nodded and said, "It's really beautiful."

It is the representative of vitality and the essence of nature.There seems to be a forest story hidden in every leaf, which is quietly told when the wind blows and caresses it.

As he leaned against the revived bark, he seemed to be able to feel the rise and fall of the breath from the giant tree, and to hear the beating of its mighty heart.

"In 1774, when the Eternal Tree was moved to Yuanlong Mountain and the construction of the Holy White King's Court began, I stood under the Eternal Tree, and many elf girls whistled to me."

Aiden spoke slowly.

"At that time, I was known as the 'Heart of Bright Flame', and I was not the commander of the current spirit knights. I thought this was the beginning of inter-ethnic integration, and I thought that I could find a beautiful elf girl to accompany me for the rest of my life. "

"However, I learned later that the establishment of the Holy White King's Court represents destruction."

"It's ironic."

Cyril seemed to hear the sneer from under Etienne's helmet, and he didn't know whether he was laughing at himself or at the Holy White Court—the last struggle of the people in the last years.

"No, I think it should be tragic." He replied.

"Is it tragic?" Ai Di'an shook his head, "Actually, before we became the Extinguisher Legion, we wanted to burn ourselves and become heroic spirits - it sounds very tragic, but at that time, none of us would want to Live well?"

"Until someone came to us and told us that human beings are doomed, and the world is doomed! Only in this way can you keep your consciousness, at least continue to survive, and tell the people behind you what happened in the world."

"I thought, this seems cool, and it won't really die, so I slapped my head and agreed."

"And then we're under this tree of eternity, blessed by the spirits, blessed by the Church, honored, and honored to walk toward the flames of this book."

"However, when I walked into the fire, I didn't regret it at all. I just felt a little pity. It's a pity that such a good city and such a good tree will all be gone."

He sighed again as if regretting, and then laughed at himself: "I'm sorry to let you hear these stinky things, but I'm really suffocating, you don't know how boring this book is, the black paint It's a piece of paint, I don't have a body, and I don't even feel where I am."

"The pages of those books are so close to each other, but they can't even drop by. I don't know how many thousands or tens of thousands of years have passed, but now that I think about it, the few minutes here are probably incomparably long."

Etienne straightened up, reached out and patted Cyril's shoulder, "Okay, I have to go back to the book too. I don't know when you will be able to summon me again."

"I'll do it as soon as possible." Cyril nodded seriously.

"I hope. Then before going back, successor, can you tell me your name?" Aidean asked the last question.

And Cyril stood up straight and said his name seriously:
"Cyril Adrian."

Aidean didn't speak any more, and there was a chuckle from the helmet, and then, his solid body dissipated, turned into a ray of light, and fell into the book in Cyril's hand.

Cyril didn't even feel the weight in his hands increased.

Holding the book in his hands, he stood under the tree for a while, and when he raised his head again, he saw the lush green leaves, the boundless greenery, dissipating bit by bit.

This magic plain left by the fourth era of civilization has finally ushered in its end.

　This section is almost finished.

　　There is another ending, and the next volume is coming.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)