Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 371 The Torment of the Ring Knight

This is the June of the Year of the Dragon Sing.

Amasir has quietly entered the rainy season, and the forest and the town have been thoroughly washed by successive rains.

In the past few days, Siliki's recruits have been frowning - it's not because of the continuous rain that they have to reduce their training volume, but because of the rain, they have been caught by Azike in the lobby of the Boyle Chamber of Commerce. One by one, they pressed their heads to learn the basic formation and transformation, as well as the cooperation between the teams.

Among the recruits, those Siliki youths who had just graduated in the past year once again experienced the fear of being dominated by Atsk. Most of them didn't pay much attention to their flustered appearance at first, thinking that Atsk was just a "Lecturer", how scary can be.

But soon they knew how strong the aura of this fragile-looking lecturer was when he was lecturing. They once wondered if they had picked the wrong mentor.

During the three days of training, Cyril didn't go anywhere, and locked himself in the house, leaving only Natasha, the battle doll, by his side.

Although he suffered some weird gazes, especially Miss Misha, who seemed to suspect that something was wrong with Cyril, and wanted to summon the vines to "take" Cyril several times, but Cyril still carried out his own actions decisively. decision.

The curtains were closed tightly, and the door was tightly locked. In order to prevent Caroline from running in and making trouble, Cyril even blocked the door with a wardrobe.

He was lying on the bed, looking at the ceiling that was only slightly darker in his eyes. In the dark vision, the darkness is not the main factor suitable for the sleeping environment, this is just a matter of habit.

In fact, the most suitable sleep environment for Cyril, whose nature is to jump from side to side between the undead and the living, might be a coffin.

Cyril tried to close his eyes and go to sleep, but it was obviously too early, and a lot of information was naturally sorted out in his mind, making it impossible for Cyril to fall asleep at all.

So he opened his mouth and said softly, "Natasha."

"Yes, Master."

"Knock me out."

"Understood, Master."

The moment Natasha's emotionless but unexpectedly pleasant voice fell, a "bang" sound fell on Cyril's head.

He lost consciousness in an instant, and when he regained consciousness, he appeared on the sidelines of the ring knight's training ground again.

The ring knight from the Fourth Era of Civilization was dressed the same as Leonardo and sat in the center of the venue with his head bowed as usual.Cyril took a deep breath, and stepped into the arena swiftly. As a result of his thoughts, he held the long sword that was exactly the same shape as the "nameless sword" he was using in his hands.

And the moment he took this step, the ring knight seemed to be the triggered leader in the game, his body trembled violently, and the next second he reached out and grabbed the big sword stuck in the ground beside him.

"It's a big sword...it's a pity." Cyril shook his head lightly, then raised his sword to meet him:

"Soul burns to silence—"

The characteristics of the second panel of the undead instantly blessed Cyril's body. This wonderful state of absolute excitement and absolute calm coexistence was given a name by Cyril, but the description of this name is undoubtedly accurate.His attention can be completely focused on the ring knight, and he can even conceive in his mind for a moment the trajectory of the great sword's next movement——

"If I stab obliquely, I will encounter the vertical slash of the big sword after a second. Due to the inferiority of the weapon, I have to back down, and then I will suffer the sword wind of the pursuit..."

Cyril muttered to himself, the long sword in his hand was already raised, and stabbed obliquely out of the air, looking for the rare weak spot under the ribs of the ring knight's armor.

And just as he said in his mouth, the ring knight had no intention of blocking at all, and the big sword unreasonably smashed straight at Cyril.

"So if he chooses to accelerate here, then he will be the one who falls into the passive..."

In Cyril's whispered voice, the extremely fast movement just now suddenly became faster.The training ground in the dream is not supported by any magic power. This is a way of simulating the charging force through movements, so that one's own speed can be burst for a short time!
The forward rush of this step obviously exceeded the expectation of the ring knight, and Cyril's body was about to hit the armor in an instant.But the latter's movements were still flowing, he took half a step back, and the big sword in his hand slammed down like a shield, and with a "kuang", Cyril was caught in front of him again!

The Ring Knight has a variety of weapon modes. In the first few times, Cyril faced one-handed swords, but then he began to encounter weapons such as long weapons, two-handed swords, and sword shields.Among them, the big sword-shaped ring knight is undoubtedly Cyril's least favorite - the advantages of the big sword weapon are too obvious, making it impossible for him to fulfill his goal of training to see through the opponent's attack ability.

But fighting still has to be fought. In the state of "soul burning silence", the thoughts in Cyril's mind and the movements in his hands are almost completely synchronized. The step of the ring knight's sword as a shield is also in his conception. Middle—he was short, stepped on the blind spot of the opponent's vision, touched the back of the ring knight as if sneaking instead of sneaking, and then swung the long sword in his hand hard, hitting the round helmet heavily!

"when!"

The sound resounded, but the ring knight's helmet didn't even shake. Without the bonus of armor-piercing skills, Cyril couldn't break through the armor's defense at all, and the next step of the ring knight followed. The seemingly chubby body was extremely flexible, and it had already half turned around, and the whistling wind of the great sword swept over Cyril's waist, cutting him in two.

In the severe pain, Cyril gasped and woke up. His face twitched for a long time, and he always had the illusion that he was playing a realistic melee game with high pain perception.

He took a few breaths to calm down, then took a deep breath, and said again:

"Natasha, knock me out again."

"Understood, Master."

As soon as the words fell, there was another sound of "Bang". The pain in his head made Cyril suspect that he should prepare sweat medicine instead of choosing Natasha's artificial hypnosis—but this idea has not yet been fully formed, and Cyril closed his eyes , entered the training ground again.

He stood with his hands on his waist for a while, and found that the ring knight on the training ground was still holding the big sword and did not sit down, as if he was still waving the big sword up and down.

This is the first time he has continuously entered the training ground in the dream. It seems that the training ground is not refreshed every time, but inherits the previous state——

Maybe Ring Knight is cleaning up the training ground when he's awake?
Cyril was entertaining himself, and the long sword in his hand regenerated, then jumped onto the ring, and once again went straight to the ring knight.

In the past few days, the training ground must be breached!
(End of this chapter)