Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 389
We're back to the east of La Rochelle, the northeast corner of Amasir, the land of nature.

The integration of the three cities is in full swing. For this reason, Baron Gene O'Connor almost lives in Yevwind, and he hasn't seen him back for half a month.Cyril was very curious about what kind of mentality the original Baron Siliki had to complete this matter, whether he had secretly turned Yevwind into his own territory——

Of course, this was just a joking statement. After all, Baron O'Connor's hatred for his family was obviously enough, and the name Earl of Moragul was obviously loud enough.

However, because of Jean's busy schedule, the training task of Siliki's halberds can only be completed by the halberds he first brought to Siliki.

This did not delay Siliki's training progress too much.Because the number of people decided to bring into the Keluo Forest this time is limited, outside participants can only have a maximum of 50 entourages.

This is a rule set by the organizers. After all, elves are proud and elegant. They don't want to see the participants camp on their beloved grass, and they must have a house to live in no matter what.

And considering that the two biggest opponents that Siliki will face this time: Albion Saint Emma and Duke Amasir, obviously neither of them will carry cavalry in the forest, so the proportion of halberd soldiers can be lowered, which means Ten people would be enough, and the rest would be ten shield soldiers, ten sword warriors, and ten archers, plus Cyril himself, Elena on the left and Caroline on the right, and Atz in command. Ke, top thugs Leonardo, Schell and Rhodes...

What, you ask why Miss Misha isn't on the list?That was of course because Misha herself was the one invited to Mufengjie, and Cyril and the others were Miss Misha's attendants.

In addition, the elves of the morning patrol team who are elves themselves and do not belong to the "foreign participants" must be counted.

The Boyle Chamber of Commerce was also responsible, replacing a batch of high-quality weapons with the fastest speed for these troops who were going to participate in the Wind Festival, and equipped the archers with light leather armor.

As for the leather armor made of petrified monitor lizard skin of the rest of the people, it is naturally impossible to replace it when the quality is so high.

Cyril thought that he had made complete preparations for the Wind Festival, and even devoted all his energy to improving himself for this purpose. He didn't even explore the cave outside the city of Siliki that required the consumption of magic crystals to enter. .

The cave is far from as simple as imagined, the key is to ask the battle doll Natasha can not ask the content, the latter's memory is seriously damaged.

If he got into that cave and got stuck in there for a month or two because it was a large copy, then his plans would be completely disrupted.

But beyond that, there is one more problem.

On the night before leaving Siliki, Cyril invited Miss Misha to the courtyard, bathed in the mild sunlight after the rain, and asked:
"Miss Misha, I think I forgot to ask something, or you missed one thing—"

He looked seriously at the face of Miss Elf with a relaxed expression, and asked in a low voice:

"Participating in the Mufeng Festival requires qualifications, right?"

"That's right, you must be able to represent a clan to be invited to participate in the Mufeng Festival." Misha pinched the white porcelain teacup with her white fingers, lowered her head and sipped the fragrant tea in it, "You want to ask, I represent Which side is the clan, right?"

Cyril nodded.

In fact, in this team, Miss Misha's life experience is undoubtedly the most confusing - she seemed to have fallen from the sky, inexplicably met her group in the north, and then went all the way to Solconan and then to Amasir.

From the beginning to the end, Cyril never questioned her about her life experience, not even when the other party used the highest level of divine protection.

But now I have to ask.

So Cyril saw that Miss Misha picked up another piece of snack, first handed it to him, and then picked up another piece and stuffed it into his mouth, as if enjoying the afternoon tea.

It wasn't until she wiped out the snack and replaced the cup with new fragrant tea that she leaned back on the rattan chair, tilted her head slightly, and said softly:

"If you insist on telling it, it should be a very long story, but I can't tell the story too long, so I will briefly introduce it to the same family——"

"The civilization of the elves has actually been going downhill after undergoing civilization replacement. The elves of the sixth era realized that after their ancestors exhausted all the spring water of the Moon Spring, they would no longer be able to have the transcendence of the past, as' The general status of the gods and the people, so there are differences."

"Some elves believe that their power is still superior to humans or other races, so they actively walk out of the forest and participate in wars. Other elves believe that they only need to protect nature, guard The forest is their duty to keep the tree of life alive, so they live in seclusion in the deep forest and stubbornly guard their beliefs."

"The Clary elves and the Aishvan elves." Cyril whispered—this is the origin of the names of the two types of elves.

"But to this day, whether it is the Clary family or the Ashvan family, they have basically disappeared into the dust of history. They are the leaders of the elves. Naturally, when the end comes, the resistance is at the forefront. People. Today’s elves are no longer as extreme as they used to be, just like Clary elves will not provoke wars, but will only participate in human political affairs, and Aishvan elves will not just squat by the tree of life, they Also spread the faith among humans, halflings, and other creatures."

Misha twirled the hair that fell on her protruding chest with one hand, her beautiful eyes were lowered, and the other hand was gently placed on her chest:
"Of course, there are naturally old-fashioned people among them, just like the clan I belong to. There are only a few scattered people left, guarding a small tree of life. Naturally, there is not much manpower to participate in the Mufeng Festival. A lively festival whose name is—”

She then uttered an extremely obscure word in Elf language, so obscure that Cyril couldn't understand what it meant, so she could only wait for her translation:

"It means, Qing Xinzi."

Cyril searched his memory, but couldn't find any information about this name.But this is not surprising, if this elf clan is really as weak as Miss Misha said, it is normal for players not to know about it.

It's just that Miss Misha said, is it true?
He couldn't help staring at Misha for a while longer, watching her turn her head and look into the distance naturally after she finished speaking. There was no blemish on the graceful profile of her face, and the face of an elf is always difficult to pick. As outstanding as his own face.

He looked away.

"With your status, do you have the qualifications to be invited to the Mufeng Festival?"

Miss Elf then turned her head and nodded lightly:
"It's natural, fellow."

(End of this chapter)