Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 340 A Hundred Years Old Elder (Two in One)

Cyril didn't answer, and Elena immediately fell silent.

Basically, there was only one hard wooden bed left, and it seemed that it was not very strong, and it would make a creaking sound when it was moved a little.

Elena kept her breathing calm, the wind poured in from the window, the wind in May was still cool here in the northerly town of Diodelo, the body temperature of the lord seemed to be able to warm her arm in only the single clothes.

She knew that Cyril hadn't fallen asleep, so she must have opened her eyes at this time, looking at the sloping old roof with spider webs hanging on it.

Perhaps such a scene really has a warm feeling of mutual comfort between the master and servant who have fallen into the wilderness-if the two did not hold the hilt in their hands, they would have.

The slow and steady sound of footsteps came closer to the outside of the house within a few seconds after the two of them finished their conversation. At this time, they were making a rustling sound against the long grass——the man seemed to be lying on the door, looking from the side of the shaking wooden door. The sound inside was eavesdropped through the crack of the door.

All he heard were two breathing sounds with different thickness and pace.

He stayed at the door for a while, and then the footsteps sounded again, this time shifting to the window——Erina's breathing became a little short, she thought that she would be seen lying on the same bed with the lord I realized that even my heart was beating faster.

"This is just the lord's order, that's all..." She warned herself in her heart, don't mess it up, but suddenly felt something warm touch her hand, and then the wooden bed made a sound. There was a melodious "creak".

When she turned her head slightly, she saw Cyril turned over and faced her direction, her eyes were half closed, and a faint voice floated into her ears.

"At the door, block him."

The girl was stunned for a moment, but in the next second she saw Cyril flipping to the other side, and the wooden bed let out a miserable cry again, while the half-elf boy's figure was already like an eagle with wings spread, and instantly passed the wooden table by the window, Drilled out of the window, followed by a "dang" sound of long sword collision resounding outside the house.

Elena finally came to her senses, she grabbed the long sword, and the blue color representing the ice element wrapped the blade.She jumped out of the bed, rushed out of the room in three steps at a time, and the moment she raised the long sword, she just bumped into the cloaked figure who looked a bit hunched, and the blade was so thin that she couldn't see it clearly. It is like the sword of a silver snake twisting in the night.

Without the slightest hesitation, she stabbed forward with the long sword in a regular manner, and the ice element set off a blue bond in the air, which seemed to make the space stagnate.But the opponent's sword was twisting in a posture that didn't fit the swordsman's figure, the sword light was flickering, and amidst the bang-dang-dang sound, Elina was surprised to find that every blow with her long sword wasn't too powerful. In the astonishingly high-frequency blow, it shifted a lot to one side.

But at the same time, a clear voice rang out ahead of the sound of the long swords colliding:

"Defend, he wants to stab your throat."

Elena subconsciously followed that voice, and pulled back the long sword to block in front of her body, while the opponent just had the momentum to thrust out with a sword, hitting right on the sword she was blocking.

"Humph!"

Seeing the girl take two steps back, the voice of the opponent's dissatisfaction came from under the black hood.

The power of this sword was even more astonishing than the sum of the previous four swords. Elena felt the hand holding the sword go numb, and almost let the long sword fall out of her hand, but fortunately she had solid basic skills and finally blocked it.

"This is that old gentleman? Why is his swordsmanship so weird?"

The girl couldn't help but feel a little horrified. If the lord hadn't spoken earlier, the sword would have pierced her throat.

"Alina, continue!"

Cyril's shout made the girl return to her position. At this time, the half-elf boy was flying up, and the cyan sword light blocked the opponent who was trying to escape from the side back in front of Elina, just in time to catch up with the sword Alina.

"That's enough!" A furious growl came from under the cloak, realizing that he was an old man who had been ambushed and no longer covering himself up, he took off the hood with a flick of his hand, revealing the face of the tavern owner, with the The long sword even turned into a cruising silver snake, enveloping towards Elena.

But the young man's gentle voice was like the tarsal maggot of his long sword, he had seen through all his sword moves, and rang out before him again: "Don't be afraid, attack him with a silver light cross."

"Shut up!" The silver snake accelerated again in the air, but the girl swung the long sword according to that voice, and drew an icy blue cross in front of her. The ice mist spread from the sword, as if to seal the silver snake. into the ice cube--

"when!"

The silver snake was scattered in mid-air, and was stably hit by Elena's raised sword, swinging to the side.

And what followed was the boy's next command:
"Follow three consecutive slashes."

Without any doubt, Elina strode forward, the sword light flashed across the air, as if drawing a "Z", tightly blocking the approach of Bolton Hawthorne.He cursed in a low voice, quickly withdrew the rapier in his hand, and slashed it three times in a row, and there was a mixed sound of jingling. Immediately afterwards, he was short again, and the sword in his hand was retracted in front of him again, as if shrunk. The poisonous snake that turns its upper body and breathes——

This time Elena saw Bolton's movements clearly, and the moment her purple eyes caught the movement of the rapier, she had already expected that the other party would launch another blow as fast as lightning.

She was about to withdraw her long sword to block in advance as before, but the boy's voice sounded like thunder in her ears:

"Swift Wind Slash!"

Alina trembled all over, her body had already taken the lead before her consciousness could catch up.The long sword that could be recovered quickly stopped in mid-air, and then fell towards the short old man without the slightest hesitation!

"damn it!"

Bolton couldn't help but yelled, he grabbed the neckline and lifted the cloak like a big net towards Elena.Then he let the sword light tear the cloak into shreds - all Bolton wanted was a momentary delay, his figure was as nimble as an old man, he turned around and retreated as soon as he twisted his waist.

But before he took the first step, a long sword was pointed at his throat, and he lifted it lightly, forcing him to raise his chin——

It was the young man who was basically in charge of the whole process, the leader of this group of uninvited guests who came to Dietello Town, the new lord of Siliki——

"Mr. Burton Hawthorne, this is the end of the matter. I think you can put down your sword and explain your plan in Dietero Town."

Cyril smiled and gestured to the old man with his eyes. The latter gritted his teeth, grinned, and replied in a hoarse voice:

"Hehehe, I've said it all. I'm just a returnee, and I have nostalgia for my homeland, so I choose to stay in Diedieluo Town. What's wrong, does the lord have any opinion on our behavior?"

But Cyril looked at him, as if he didn't care about his sophistry like a dead duck, and just said two words softly:

"Petrified monitor lizard, magic crystal."

The old man's face changed, he raised his hand abruptly, and at the same time he retreated quickly, the silver snake in his hand danced again, but this time he took a completely defensive position, just trying to prevent the young man in front of him from chasing him.

But he didn't see Cyril's finger raised on his chest at some point, and the moment he stepped back, it swung down slightly forward, and when he noticed this, it was already too late——

The cyan giant hammer plummeted down from the top of his head, and the old man had no time to get out of its enveloping range, nor did he have time to raise his hand to block it.And even if he blocked it, it was useless, the sledgehammer was full of bulging weathered blades, and the moment the sledgehammer shattered, it would swing in all directions, leaving at least twenty or thirty marks on his body!

Bolton's bluish face reflected by the wind showed pain, the corners of his eyes twitched, and a trace of determination suddenly appeared on his wrinkled face. Then he raised his long sword again, and the silver snake danced, but it was towards His own throat away!

"Oops!"

Cyril said anxiously in his heart, he just wanted to force the old man, but he didn't want to really kill him—although the death of the other party didn't seem to affect the overall situation, but if there was a hidden thread on him, the clue would be It's completely broken here!

He hastily canceled the Meteorite Hammer and shot at the same time, but the distance between the two was several meters, and they couldn't stop the old man's sword no matter what.But at this moment, a female voice full of air sounded:

"Stop! Hawthorne!"

The cyan sledgehammer dissipated, the old man's sword stopped in front of the throat, the tip of the sword trembled slightly, leaving a small spot on the wrinkled skin.

But in the end it stopped.

He slowly turned his head towards the source of the voice, the painful look on his face disappeared, only the sauce red that was suffocated into the color of pig liver was left, then he put down the long sword in shame, bowed and said:

"Ma'am, my subordinates are not doing well."

"It's not that bad yet."

The voice answered, and Cyril looked there, only to see a not tall figure slowly walking out from the shadow under the house.

He couldn't help but be taken aback.

It turned out to be an old lady.Cyril vaguely remembered that she was busy in the kitchen of the tavern, only occasionally showing her side, because she was too short to be conspicuous - she was even shorter than Elena, her hair was already half-white, and her hands still held when she walked. Leaning on a wooden staff, it looks precarious.

But her voice was full of air, and the eyes on her wrinkled face were extremely bright. Her sharp eyes swept across Cyril and Elena, and then she let out a low, cold snort:
"La Rochelle actually has a young man with this level of swordsmanship, Hawthorne, you won't lose."

Bolton just lowered his head in shame, until the old lady walked up to him and patted the ground lightly with the wooden stick, then he stepped forward and held the old lady's arm.

This old lady is the mastermind, and Bolton is just her servant?

Cyril thought in his heart, but said flatly:

"Ao Sheng Emma's shadow snake sword technique, I have heard of it."

When he spoke, he was still holding the long sword in his hand tightly, and he didn't relax his vigilance at all. At the same time, he directed Elena to go around behind the old lady, in case she had any means to escape.

"I have heard about it, but I can't make people respond in advance." The old lady hummed, "Put away your hostility, young man, I have nothing to do with Ao San Emma."

"Not from St. Emma?" Cyril frowned, but heard the other party continue: "I am from Pallania, but I am originally from La Rochelle. He is my retainer, and my ancestors are indeed You are not lying to Dietero Town."

She sighed and said softly: "Peg Vader, this is my name. If you know anything about Amasir, you should know that 100 years ago, Amasir belonged to the Vader family. territory."

"The defensive battle in the Year of the Lotus Flower was presided over by my father."

Cyril's expression finally changed. He lowered his long sword and bowed slightly: "Cyril Adrian, Count Siliki."

"Solkonan actually let a young man like you be the earl?"

There was also a look of surprise in the eyes of the old lady, "I thought you were at most a baron."

Cyril had no interface, nor put the long sword into the sheath, and was still in a posture that could be lifted up to stab the old lady at any time.

The reason why he bowed his body was what the old man called the "Lianmuhua defensive battle" - it was a great battle engraved in the history of Amasir.

More than a hundred years ago, Alma St. Emma tried in vain to go through the forest and cross the Adlai Sea to launch an attack on Amasil.The incident happened extremely suddenly. At that time, most of Amasir’s troops were busy resolving racial disputes—according to historical records, at that time, the aboriginal riots in the hilly area south of Amasir, linked halflings and some dwarves, and set off a turmoil. There was a confusion, and the specific Cyril was not clear.

As for the attack of Ao Shengemma at this time, it undoubtedly formed a "two-sided situation" with the chaotic race against Amasir skillfully, blocking the main force in the "Lianmuhuacheng". On the [-]st, the Amasir army was almost out of food.

At the critical moment, a general of the Vader family decisively led his troops out of the city, took advantage of the darkness and took the lead in defeating the allied dwarves who had seized the high ground with lightning speed, and then detoured to the rear of the Orb St. Emma's army to launch a charge. The army double-teamed the Austrian St. Emma's army and defeated it in one fell swoop, turning defeat into victory.

However, the general was seriously injured in this battle, coupled with the torrential rain, he died of illness not long after.

This battle hurt the Vader family's vitality. After that, the Vader family gradually faded out of the stage of Amasir, and then the "O'Connor family" took over. O'Connor became the Grand Duke of Amasir. The De family disappeared, and it is said that they left Amasir and went to Palannia——

Cyril couldn't remember the name of the Duke a hundred years ago at first, but when the old lady mentioned it, he immediately remembered it.And what the other party said did correspond to the history he knew.

However, this information did not allow him to let go of his hostility towards the opponent, but instead made him squeeze the long sword even tighter——

Because the crypt where the magic crystals are stored is obviously created a hundred years ago. If there is anyone who has the ability to accumulate so many magic crystals, there is only one answer!
The owner of Amathir a hundred years ago, Duke Vader!
(End of this chapter)