Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 376 Horse Bandits
The night on the plain is far more "noisy" than imagined——

The rustling sound of the wind blowing through the long grass, the soft chirping of insects in the grass, the fluttering of birds' wings in the jungle not far away, above the undulating sea of ​​grass illuminated by the peaceful starlight and moonlight, There is a wealth of change happening every moment.

Cyril didn't fall asleep so early, and his sleep time was very limited-after all, he couldn't live a little longer on the training ground every time.At this time, he was sitting in front of the tent, flipping through Amasir's map.

Amasir is like the foil of the jungle. There are large tracts of jungle on the top and right of it. It is said that in the past civilization, Amasir itself was also a jungle. There was an ancient war tree of elves crushed from it. Pass.

The north is close to the mountains and is relatively rugged. In the middle of Amasir, there is a large basin, and further south is the lowland connecting the Adlai Sea.

Among the high terrain in the north and low in the south, there are not too many plains. The area where they settled at this time is a large piece of "Fair Plain". It is said that this is the excellent horse farm of Amasir. A piece of land is a must-take--

Oh, the whole of Amathir is in his plan, and so is this "Fairland".

He had to admit that the vigorous ambition was jumping in his heart, although he couldn't explain why he had such a strong enthusiasm in this regard, at this moment, let's blame it on the "god" who called him into this world ——

In a world with gods, everything that is unreasonable can become reasonable.They formulate huge rules to let future generations advance according to the route they set. The gods divide and rule all fields, and faith is the key to progress. If you deny the existence of gods, even the foundation of power will be betrayed by you.

Even the so-called [Hui Scholar] boldly predicted in the previous life that the ultimate goal of the player at this stage must be to grow into a [God People], that is, the controller of the mainland in the first era, and the guardian of civilization after the gods turned into stars. ...

"Ok?"

Cyril suddenly let out a slight doubt, as if he had caught something that he had missed before.

Gods... gods and people... the growth of players...

"Swish swish..."

His thoughts suddenly stopped, and he subconsciously stretched out his hand to press the sword at his waist. When he turned his head, he saw the initiator of the noise of grass blades rubbing, the golden-brown long-haired girl who looked somewhat similar to Memphis. Bing, Chloe, the captain of the archers, stood behind him, with a serious expression, and said in a low voice:
"My lord, the captain invites you to go over."

"Memphel?" Cyril got up immediately. He looked back at the tent beside him. The girls in the tent were sleeping deeply. Caroline's sleeping posture was very unsightly. She kicked away the thin blanket, and a Her feet pressed against Alina's belly.The latter lay down neatly, letting the foot be tucked in from the hem of the pajamas and sticking to her skin.

"I'll go right away." He closed the curtain of the tent and turned to walk towards where Chloe came from. "What's the matter?"

The task of night watch was contracted by Memphela on her own initiative. According to her, mastering the movements of the night is a must-have ability for an archer, and she didn't want to miss this opportunity to train recruits.

"The captain said that someone is watching us."

Chloe didn't talk much, she half-pressed her body when she moved forward, the other hand seemed to be holding a bow, and the other hand was placed in a position where she could draw an arrow and put it on the string at any time—although her hand And no bow.

"We're being targeted?"

Several thoughts jumped through Cyril's mind in an instant. Is it the elf of Keluo Forest?Or druid?It can't be the garrison of Fellland. The second son of Baron O'Connor doesn't have such agility. This is still the border with Siliki——

While they were talking, they had arrived at the place where Memphis was.The five archers were lying on the ground, motionless, as if they were part of this land.

And Memphela's figure swayed gently in the long grass, as if she was also a clump of grass.

"Lord." Seeing Chloe who brought Cyril over, she nodded slightly, and then said, "They are all on horseback, and the number is more than fifteen."

"They all ride horses?"

Cyril was even more puzzled. Although the elves also had woodland cavalry, they would not wander around on the plains without incident. Druids generally liked to ride strange things and never knew how to ride horses.

He held his breath and concentrated. Although he had dark vision, he didn't have "Eagle Eye" or similar pupil skills, and he couldn't capture extremely distant places with his eyesight. After all, that was the specialty of rangers.

All he could rely on was the wind—

In an instant, the wind direction changed.The gentle breeze just now suddenly turned to Cyril's direction in unison, coming from all directions, not as natural as before.

A group of archers looked at their lord in awe, even though the "captain" had briefly introduced Cyril's weird control ability on elements to them, but after witnessing the wind around him rushing towards him, Still horrified.

This is not a small piece of land in the training ground, this is a large plain!

And Cyril didn't realize how much impact the vision brought by his quietly growing power had on the recruits. He only felt that the wind seemed to be easier to control, but following the flow of his thoughts, he moved towards what he wanted. Wandering where to look—

It was on a small slope in the distance, and the horses were snorting, and their restless hooves kept pawing the ground, one, two...the number was more than fifteen.

And on the high place of Xiaopo, there were indeed people stationed there, as if they were watching Cyril's position from afar...

The wind could not give back to Cyril their detailed appearance, but the scattered wind put together a little bit of their words and sent them back to Cyril:

"Is it them?"

"Probably not, they come from the north."

"Do you want to start?"

"Look again."

"Then withdraw?"

"withdraw."

Cyril suddenly opened his eyes, and these short words allowed him to directly lock on the identities of these opponents who were eyeing the Siliki army.

Isn't this the horse bandit who ran rampant in Phil's territory and hijacked the goods that Phil led to the central part of Amasir?

He had a weird expression on his face. He said earlier that the bandits dared not trouble their regular army, but he was immediately followed by people. If he was not careful, he would be followed by these horse bandits in the back row when he wiped out the forest dogs tomorrow. Isn't it directly unlucky to crash in?

Although the other party's clear hostility could not be heard in those few words, the horse bandit is a red name in the game, and the red name can be used directly, and Cyril doesn't care about the opponent's hostility.

"Okay, let's call it a day, it's nothing serious." He thought in his mind that the news must be conveyed to Atsk before the latter can make the correct arrangement.

What's more, how to fight against cavalry is also an indispensable training course for infantry.

(End of this chapter)