Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 365 Difficulty Like Doing Math
It has been many days since I left the magic plain in the Elgin Forest, and my professional experience has reached 50. My personal experience has also increased with a few small battles, but the most critical point of "breakthrough to professional level", Siri Er still has no clue.

Not at all.

Although there is a certain degree of difficulty in the game to complete the breakthrough of level [-]-the challenge must be a high difficulty, and there are very few dungeons that can be completed in a team, but after all, it will be fine if you beat it.

If it doesn't work, you can temporarily use more personal levels to point out some sub-classes, and do it by tricks-although this is indeed a waste of hard-earned levels, but if the skills obtained by wasting levels are well planned, they will be real in the future useful.

Cyril remembered that his mission seemed to be to assassinate the Bristleback Beast—God, let a rogue who doesn't have much armor-piercing means at level [-] to kill the kind that can shoot burrs when attacked, How crazy is the monster with the deceleration effect of disgusting people, which means that the main output combo of the rogue in the early stage, that is, the skill that enjoys the combo backstab bonus launched from behind after sneaking will be cut in half.

But he insisted on relying on the short crossbow specialization that the rogue would order, and slowly ground the Bristleback to death.

However, in reality, no one sent him a job transfer task, no one gave him a commendation, only the ring knight's arena was training him every night when he fell asleep-although Cyril also admitted that the ring knight's experience was indeed effective, at least Let him clearly feel that his skills against enemies have improved, and it may not take long for him to obtain an excellent passive skill.

But the most important thing is that he still has no clue of breakthrough.The experience bar was just stuck there, unable to move at all.

"Leonardo, what is the concept of professional level?"

He can only choose to ask Leonardo questions-he has already asked Gene O'Connor, Schell and Memphis.

In terms of strength, he felt that these three were already at the professional level, but their answers were all "haven't broken through yet".

"Me? Although I really don't want to admit it, I still stay in front of the professional level and haven't found a way to break through." Shell showed a rare look of depression, "In fact, I'm also looking for a way to break through."

From the definition of the game, the three of them, like Cyril, belong to the stage of "personal level breakthrough, professional level stagnation".

As for the "Ilandar, the Heart of the Consulting Tree" proposed by Memphis, Cyril tactfully rejected it—it is better to spend precious favors directly on the breakthrough of strength, and let the Blaze Wing Mage Group come to fight. Elandar took them down straight away.

And Leonardo touched his round head wearing a helmet, seemed to be thinking, and finally said slowly:

"This question is very difficult. I remember that I didn't know what was going on, so I broke through—"

The angry Cyril almost threw him out.

But Leonardo immediately gave his explanation:

"Breakthrough to the professional level is a threshold. It means a change in the nature of strength. I have met many people. Their physical strength may be far better than mine, but in terms of understanding the nature of strength, they are still stagnant."

"Even if it's me, I'm afraid I can only be regarded as a half-baked professional level. If this is a door, then I just stood behind the door just now."

"Everyone's path is different, and other people's paths may even mislead you. If I insist on giving you any help, then I can only tell you, start with the word career."

Leonardo raised his head slightly, and regretfully said: "I have to say that some people's motivation to move forward will dissipate when certain things happen. At least I don't have much to think about now."

After he finished speaking, he shook his head and walked out of the lord's mansion unsteadily.

Cyril looked at his desolately leaving figure. After drinking with Leonardo, he knew why this talented and powerful wandering knight stagnated.

This is definitely not a happy day. The news of the BlazBlue Mage Group brought by Mrs. Pegg was like a heavy mountain on Cyril's back, but the level of strength that froze was like a quagmire. Er pulled down deeply again, and the interaction between the two seemed to completely crush the traverser.

The sword is not in the mood to practice anymore. In the afternoon, Cecilia Romanus excitedly came to report the growth of the crops. Seeing that Cyril was listless, she also went back to continue farming in a sensible way.

And Cyril sat in the courtyard, looking at the tall and strong tree that had grown tall and strong due to the disorder of the elements before, his mind was blank in a daze.

It’s like dragging you to the college entrance examination room without even listening to a math class, and then looking at every letter and Chinese character you know on the big question, you can only write down a solution, and write everything else As if nothing came out, Cyril let Leonardo's two words "power nature" and "occupation" fight in his mind at this time, bumping into each other like bubbles floating on the screen saver, but there will be no any response.

He bit the pen holder, drawing back and forth on the parchment, writing in common language, elvish, and Chinese characters from his previous life, and then took them apart and mixed them. He knew all these words when he wrote them. Not coming out, the last pen thrown away, lying on the grass.As a result, when I closed my eyes, they were fighting again in my mind.

"Don't waste any more time, get up quickly, Cyril."

Cyril said to himself in his mind, "When it's time to write to Roderick, write a letter, it's time to find a way, don't lie here."

But the body is motionless.

He watched as the growing day climbed up to a smear of yellow, dyed the thick green leaves into a faint red, rustling in the natural wind of Amasir, and then gradually fell into endless, purple In the blue night sky.

And at the gate of the courtyard, as the night fell, there was a sound of small footsteps——

"Same family, same family, where are you?"

"Sister Misha, let-let go of me!"

The voices of Caroline and Misha overlapped, and Cyril opened his eyes and sat up, only to see Misha, who held Caroline under his ribs with one hand, was walking into the courtyard with small steps. Lin pressed against her chest, as if trying to blind her out.

Cyril couldn't help laughing: "Who are you?"

Caroline took the opportunity to pull her head out of Misha's chest, took a few breaths, and said quickly: "Cyril! I definitely didn't sneak into Sister Cecilia's field to steal melons, I just wanted to see them Ripe or not!"

Misha put Caroline down and slapped Caroline's buttocks. Caroline glared at her, and then called her super-evolved version of the big boned dog. Sitting on the dog's back would not hurt her butt. Panicked, shouted "wagggh" and ran away.

And Miss Misha smiled, walked forward quickly, took out something from the small bag she was carrying, and handed it to Cyril:

"Clan, this is your letter."

She blinked, looking forward to the opening of Cyril:
"From Salkonan."

(End of this chapter)