Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 335 Dietero Town and Lake Artesus (Two in One)

"Atler...Lake Segas?"

Cyril pronounced this word awkwardly. In the original smooth pronunciation, there was a continuous uvula trill, which was different from the pronunciation in Common and Elvish.

"This is the pronunciation of this lake in the past, and now people generally call it Lake Atre."

Mark Boyle was sitting on the horseback. Although his figure was obese, he hadn't reached the level of Zeld, the young master of the North Tower Chamber of Commerce, so that the horse could still walk normally.

He turned back with some trepidation, glanced at the halberd soldiers around him, and dozens of city defense troops behind him, feeling a little more afraid of the young lord's methods in his heart.

After asking the address where the magic crystal was produced from his mouth, Cyril didn't even ask him why there was no magic crystal in the follow-up, but directly greeted the upper city defense army and headed towards the direction of Lake Atte.

Coupled with the other party's swift and resolute actions in the morning - the others started to attack after the negotiation broke down, but the young lord didn't even say a word and broke in directly.

It happened that they really beat them up.

Domineering exposed.

He vaguely felt that this young man from Solconan didn't seem to come here to enjoy the life of fishing, eating and dying, but would really make a difference...

For example, to rule Amazir, and to conquer Almaser in the jungle?

Then if you behave better now, don't you get a free ride?
Boyle shook his drooping cheeks, sucked his saliva twice, and was kicked on his buttocks:
"The lord is asking you something, what dream are you doing there?"

He immediately came back to his senses, but saw that the lord next to him was holding a map in his hand, talking softly with the guard on the side, and then turned to him and said:

"They say Lake Attor is called the Forbidden Lake?"

"Um, ah, yes, it is now called Forbidden Lake, and it is known as one of the top ten forbidden places in Amasir. But this is a name that has only emerged in recent years. It was originally called Lake Atte." Boyle wiped the sweat off his face, and continued, "Because the number of monsters near Lake Atter suddenly started to increase a few years ago, and it is said that there are sub-dragons entrenched in the lake, so..."

"Did you find the magic crystal first, or did it become a forbidden lake first?"

"It was almost seven years ago, but when I went, there were already a lot of monsters there."

"Seven years ago, that is, 1433, what was the name of that year?"

"My lord, that year was the year of recovery."

"Where did you find the magic crystal?"

"In a cave far from the lake, but the cave is not big, only a few dozen yuan, I didn't dare to go any further,"

"Oh……"

Cyril responded and stopped talking.

He can now confirm that there are still magic crystals in the so-called Lake Atte, and there are definitely a lot of reserves.There is pure magic power contained in the magic crystal, which is the main reason for the surge in the number of monsters near Lake Atte.

But what is interesting is that resources such as magic crystals are often accompanied by minerals.At first he thought the Boyle Chamber of Commerce was found in the mountains, but it turned out to be in a cave by the lake——

So, this is a magic crystal someone stored there?

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Lake Atsus, formed by the Dietero River, a tributary of the Elgin River with the largest flow, is located in the southeast of Siliki, not too far from the forest, but it is not the Elgin Forest, but the Koro Forest .

The closest to the lake is Diedieluo Town, which has the same name as the river. A few years ago, it was a big town and was famous for growing radishes.However, due to the mutation of Lake Atter, the population dropped sharply, and there were only less than ten households left in the town at this time.

In the city defense army, there happened to be a soldier from Diodelo Town, a young man in his twenties named Walker, who was particularly motivated and trained very seriously in the city defense army.

Although his physique was slightly thinner than the others, it also made him more flexible, and his sword skills were the most outstanding among this group of people, so he was able to become the captain of the ten-member team.

Under Valker's arrangement, everyone was able to live in the houses left by the townspeople who had left.There is still a small dilapidated tavern run by an old couple left in the town, which can provide them with meals.

"Are you from... Siliki?"

The old man is still very strong, with sharp eyes, and he walks around several wooden tables like flying. According to Walker, when he was a child, the middle-aged old man was the number one swordsman in the town. Ruthless, I once singled out a furbolg that broke out of the forest.

I am afraid that there are not many people in the current city defense army who are his opponents.

"It's from Siliki, old sir." Rhodes was full of respect for the old man, and bowed slightly.

"Oh..." The old man nodded, looked at Rhodes, and said slowly, "Are you planning to go to Lake Artesus? That place is not peaceful."

When he said this word, he pronounced it extremely smoothly, and the continuous tremolo of the uvula was actually a bit pleasing to the eye.

"I'm planning to go to Atter Lake." Rhodes continued to answer.

Cyril was listening to the chat between the two. If it was placed in the game, this old man should be an NPC related to the mission, and the words and identity of the other party reflected this.

"Mr., I heard that a large number of monsters gather in Lake Atter. Isn't that very dangerous? Why do you still stay here?"

Cyril took an opportunity to take over the conversation.The old man turned to look at him—Cyril was wearing a hood that hid his long ears and face.But at this moment, he raised his head slightly, the old man was condescending, and he could still see his appearance clearly.

"Elves?"

He seemed to hear the old man mutter something in a low voice, and immediately put on a helpless smile on his face:
"Isn't this something we can't do? Everyone is rooted here, so you can't just leave if you want." He shook his head and said, "Fortunately, those monsters never came to harass us, they have been staying by the lake, never keep away."

Cyril narrowed his eyes. He observed the old man's coarse clothes. His hands were hanging by his side at all times. When he stood, his knees were slightly bent—it wasn't the unnatural standing that he had been injured, but a posture that could exert strength at any time. .

He chatted a few more casually, then found a reason to leave the dinner table, and immediately called the soldier from Diodeluo Town over.

"Lord Lord."

Without even putting down his fork, Valk nervously followed Cyril to a dark corner, rubbing his hands excitedly, "I am willing to help you."

"How much do you know about this old man?"

"You mean Bolton?"

"Bolton?"

"Bolton Hawthorne, his name." Walker said quickly, "Maybe I was just born, um, 23 years ago, he came to Diodelo Town."

"23 years ago? What about his wife?" Cyril was referring to the old man's wife who had been working in the back kitchen.

"Looks like it arrived 20 years ago."

"So they're all outsiders?"

"Yes."

"Okay." Cyril patted Valk on the shoulder, "If I ask, don't talk to others, just pretend that I haven't talked to you... When it's time to expand the army, behave better."

"Yes, understand, my lord!"

Walker nodded excitedly, then returned to his seat, picked up the big bowl and plucked the radish salad in the bowl.

It is said that the salad is called "A Gathering of Heroes", and it tastes pretty good.

But Cyril did not return to the tavern, he returned to the residence, led the horse, and quietly left the town in the night, and then walked towards the direction of Lake Atter alone.

The horse ran beside the Diedieluo River, and the surrounding area was pitch black on a moonless night, only the sound of the gurgling water could be heard.Backed by dark vision, Cyril is at home at night.

He observed the surroundings all the way, and there were overgrown weeds in the large abandoned fields. It seemed that this place was not within the scope of the disturbance of the previous disordered natural elements, so there was no exaggerated long grass.Not far away was a large forest, the sound of leaves rustling in the wind mixed with the sound of strange creatures walking in the forest, pouring into Cyril's ears.

He is thinking.

At first, I thought that looking for magic crystals was a very simple matter, at most, I had to solve some difficult monsters.

But the matter began to be complicated by the presence of the old man named Burton Hawthorne.

The old man is not an aborigine in Dietero Town. According to Walker, he is an outsider, and so is his wife.

After Lake Attorney became a forbidden area, the townspeople of Dietello Town lost a large number of people, but he still insisted on staying in the town and running his own tavern-this is strange enough.

Coupled with his extraordinary swordsmanship, and according to Valker's description, his swordsmanship is "fast and ruthless"...

Apparently, they stayed here just for Lake Atter—or in other words, for the magic crystal hidden in Lake Atter.

Hawthorne, is it Ost Emma's surname?

Cyril flipped through the noble surnames of St. Emma in his mind, but found nothing, unless it was the surname of a general, or a particularly strong master, otherwise he would not be able to remember it after so many years.

But in any case, this shows that the magic crystal in Lake Atter is not simple.

Cyril suddenly lifted the rein, and the horse under his crotch stopped moving forward quickly.He tied it to an abandoned fence, drew out his long sword, and looked forward.

The road ahead was no longer as smooth as before, but extremely muddy.There are several crawling traces, thick or thin, the small ones are about half a person wide, while the large ones are as wide as two people.

A reptile monster with a diameter of one meter, is it a snake?

He bent down and carefully observed the traces in the mud, and soon found "footprints" like palms.

"Is it a lizard?"

Several kinds of lizard monsters popped up in my mind. Lizards are very "regional" monsters. They usually only stay in the environment with their corresponding attributes, so there will be flame lizards, ice lizards, thunder lizards, rocks Various varieties of lizards.

And this kind of lizard is good at magic attacks, and the materials on its body are also used to refine potions, or to make the best armor and weapons, which can bring a certain amount of elemental power to weapons without enchanting.

But obviously, the lizards here will not be the kind of environment variant spell lizards.

Because the magic crystal represents pure magic without elements.According to the wizard, this kind of magic power is the foundation of the world, and they form a big ring, covering the whole world in it-but this is too complicated for Cyril, and there is no verification.

And the magic power without attributes will not attract lizards with their own attributes.

"The diameter can reach one meter or more. This physique should be considered a monitor lizard. If it is a monitor lizard...a petrified lizard?"

Just as the name popped into Cyril's mind, he suddenly heard a hoarse tongue sticking out from his left side.He didn't even think about it, his left hand moved up, and the shield was already in his hand.

But there was a muffled sound of "boom", as if a ball of stone was thrown from that direction, and was blocked by his shield.

The circulating wind sent the enemy's information to Cyril's ears, and he quickly determined that there were not many enemies around him, only the one on the left.Without any hesitation, Cyril's body sank, and he was already charging.

But the rapid sound of piercing the air sounded one after another, and he immediately blocked the shield in front of him, and there was another "dong dong dong" sound, and the huge force shocked Cyril back again and again, and the stone that fell on the shield Things were deflected by shields and scattered around.

"The attack frequency is so fast?"

Cyril was startled, and his movements did not stop. After all the force of the impact was removed, he charged again, stepping on the soft and hard mud and flying forward.

He put the shield in front of him, his eyes pierced the darkness, and he could see the attacker clearly——

It was a huge lizard, more than a meter in diameter at a glance.A pair of giant yellow eyes stared at him intently.The big bright red mouth was grinning open, under the sharp fangs was a long tongue that was not crouching and rolling, and something in it was constantly rolling, gradually condensing into a solid body—that was the thing it used to attack Cyril just now.

At this time, its upper half was raised high, making it more than one meter high.Around the back of the neck is a film that looks like a cattail leaf fan, and it is full of barbs, making it look bigger and more intimidating.

"Petrified Lizard!"

Cyril could already confirm the identity of his opponent, his heart sank slightly, and he directly slapped the lizard's face with the shield.He swung his shield extremely fast, and he hit the sharp fangs in the blink of an eye.

Of course, the fangs couldn't be harmed by the power of the shield, but with this wave, cyan light flooded into the lizard's mouth when it collided, breaking up the tumbling and solidified object at once.

Shield strike effect, dizziness!
The lizard was obviously taken aback, but responded immediately.Its figure suddenly rose a little higher, its powerful hind legs propped up its figure, and then it swung its two front paws and rushed towards Cyril.

But the purpose of Cyril's attack with the shield was to prevent the formation of that mass, and he wished that the petrified lizard would attack him in such a posture.When the Crusader Knight's shield waved casually, it pushed the lizard's two claws away.And in the next second, the long sword emerged from the shadows, circumvented the area covered by its scales at a tricky angle, and pierced directly into the whitish belly.

The magic power surged out of the wind element pool, poured into the belly of the petrified lizard from the long sword, and turned into dozens of wind blades to cut back and forth. In just a few seconds, the petrified lizard completely lost its vitality.

(End of this chapter)