Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 393 Professional Cyclops ([-] in [-])

"Because the mages of the atmosphere system will not hide on top of people's heads and eavesdrop."

As soon as the words were spoken, those Adlai Seaguards who were still following that person or touching the dead Weeping Ice Vine raised their heads vigilantly and moved their positions quickly. In a blink of an eye, there were several The light crossbow was set up and aimed at the tree trunk where Cyril was.

"Come out, Your Excellency, I'll give you five seconds, or I'll give the order to shoot—"

"five--"

Alina and Caroline in the bushes stretched out their hands to cover each other's small mouths, peeking at the scene outside through the gap, each pale with fright.All right, how come Cyril's whereabouts were discovered?

On the other hand, Cyril on the tree trunk was not as nervous as the two girls.His figure was still stable, and the bushes he was hiding in were motionless—although he was equally curious in his heart, how did this general find himself.

Did you leave any traces when you climbed the tree?Or did he happen to see this scene?
From the perspective of Cyril, he couldn't clearly see the appearance of the Adlai Triton general who told him where he was, but he subconsciously felt that this was definitely not a general unknown person—at least not in the future.

"Four--"

"three--"

"Fire arrows!"

The long-sounding countdown came to an abrupt end with a short and quick command, and the Adlai Seaguards who had been on standby for a long time immediately pulled the machine expansion in their hands, and in an instant dozens of crossbow arrows shot like rain. towards the trunk.

But how could Cyril hiding on the tree trunk be unprepared?He has dealt with the people of St. Emma a lot, and he knows the style of the people of St. Emma very well. There is an advantage, as for fairness or anything else, it is not in the dictionary of the people of Ao San Emma at all!
Even the countdown that came to an abrupt end now is the same!
As soon as he pressed the long sword at his waist, the wind of recovery immediately expanded, and his figure fell resolutely in the bulging blue, as if he himself was a falling hammer.The lightless long sword was shrouded in blue wind at the moment, and with the dancing of his wrist, he drew an exaggerated cross, blowing away all the surrounding crossbow arrows in a staggered manner, and slashed towards the general below!

But the general did not retreat but advanced, instead he drew out his long sword, his eyes were fierce, and he slashed straight up with his sword: "Good time!"

As soon as the long sword was unsheathed, Cyril suddenly felt that his figure became a little heavier.The natural fall just now seemed to be dragged downward by this gravity.

He was startled, but he responded immediately - the magic power surged out of the wind elemental pool, filling the recovery wind and quickly helping him stabilize his figure.And the wind crosses intertwined on the long sword merged into one after another, and turned into a "windward blade"!
Sword to sword!

He will not retreat, and he will not retreat either!

Cyril squinted his eyes, and his hair was blown wildly by the wind. In his sight, when the general drew out his sword, there seemed to be a layer of earth-colored shield around him, and the long sword was covered with It is also entrenched with a little bit of yellow sand, invading him!
The two swords collided, and in an instant, the wind blew up the dust and turned into a huge vortex centered on the intersection of the two.The Adelaide Seaguards around them were not disturbed at all, and someone quickly erected their shields to isolate the wind and sand, while the rest of the Adelaide Seaguards still put away their light crossbows and drew out their thick long swords ——

But Cyril had no time to pay attention to this, and all his energy was concentrated on the khaki in front of him.Even though the falling cyan seems to be able to oppress this piece of earth, Cyril clearly senses that his wind element is being rapidly worn down, while the opponent's long sword is just standing there horizontally, and has not even exerted any force yet. !
The strength of the opponent is above oneself——

He is professional grade!
Cyril immediately knew in his heart that he would be kicked out like a ball in a few seconds if he continued to wear it down.He immediately deflected the blade of the sword, and the opponent also sensed his weakness, but the opponent didn't intend to let go at all. Instead, he gave a light drink, and then pushed forward the long sword that had been stored for a long time, but such a light movement, in his hands But the hand is like a giant wall collapsing!

The thick magical power came overwhelmingly, and the moment Cyril landed lightly, he retreated again and again, but was so oppressed by the collapsed khaki wall that he couldn't lift his head, and finally hit his back against a thick tree, but he heard "click" "With a sound, the tree that was almost as thick as two people hugging each other was broken by the middle.

But this kind of power fell on Cyril, but it was dispelled by him in sevens and eights—the bone breastplate quietly exuded a white luster where he could not see it, and the nameless necklace on his chest was also slow. Slowly pouring strength into his body, relieving him of the injuries he suffered.

Therefore, Cyril just snorted softly, and immediately stood up straight with the long sword, ready to attack again.However, the earth-colored shield in front of the other party almost enveloped him, and with Cyril's eyes, he couldn't see any flaws.

He had no choice but to raise the long sword slightly horizontally, making a defensive posture.

"Oh?"

There was a voice of doubt in the khaki, and then the shield dissipated, revealing the face hidden under it: it was a square face with neat short brown hair, and the white cheeks made it look not very Fierce, but there seemed to be endless pressure in his dark brown eyes.

Immediately afterwards, he put away his long sword and said slowly: "Put away your weapon."

But seeing those Adelaide sea guards who were still holding shields and swords put away their weapons in a uniform order, and he continued to whisper:
"Elf, it seems we have some misunderstandings."

Cyril frowned slightly, he always felt a little familiar looking at this face, but couldn't remember who he was for a while.

Seeing that the opponent was the first to order the weapon to be put away, he also lowered his sword.From the tone of the other party, it seems that he does not have the ability to identify elves or half-elves——

After all, hair color is just a non-mainstream way to distinguish elves and half-elves, and even because of bloodlines, many half-elves and elves have the same traditional hair color.What people use to distinguish the two is to observe the appearance of the two, and determine whether he is an elf or a half-elf from the perception.

In short, if I think you're handsome enough or pretty enough, you're an elf - although in fact you might be a half-elf.

As far as Cyril's appearance is concerned, it is obvious that he is misunderstood as an elf.

He immediately said in pure elf language: "Ao San Emma, ​​I hope you can give me an explanation."

However, the general frowned slightly, stretched out his hand, and immediately a soldier behind him stepped forward and said softly, and then he nodded:

"Yes, our battle was only due to a misunderstanding. I would swear to Nora that we are not hostile to elves."

And the soldier immediately translated it to Cyril, who had already prepared the words in his heart, and said with a cold snort:

"I want to know what you did to our forest, Nora, what kind of evil monsters I saw appearing here, that is not the natural selection of the Black Forest—"

The soldier was translating quickly, but he also showed embarrassment. Obviously, what Cyril expressed had exceeded his accumulation of words.The general was just stunned for a moment, and then continued:
"It was just an accident. Our pet escaped here. As you can see, we are also here to look for it."

Cyril dared to swear that the Weeping Ice Vine was definitely arranged here on purpose, but let him face a professional level whose strength was obviously better than his own - it would be fine if he was here alone, but Corolla and Alina was still not far away, so he couldn't show any hostility.

So his expression eased a little, and he replied calmly: "Nora will prove your point, now please leave and let this forest return to nature."

After he finished speaking, he glanced coldly at the group of Adlai Tritons, as if he was really an elf who was angry because the forest had been disturbed.Then he turned around and walked into the bushes on one side, then bowed slightly, walked out quickly, and disappeared from the general's sight in an instant.

"Master Swift..." the soldier beside him said softly.

If Cyril heard his address here at this time, he might be glad that he didn't recognize the other party's identity——

Swift, the future famous general of St. Emma, ​​has a calm but fierce marching style. Because of his extremely powerful personal force and the fact that one eye was blinded due to an early injury, he was called the "Cyclops".

The future Swift wore blindfolds and had a wheat-colored complexion, which hardly matched the current image, so it was no wonder that Cyril couldn't recognize it.

But Swift looked down at the bushes that Cyril had just passed, and pointed there: "Go and see what's there."

The two Tritons immediately pressed forward with their shields and swords to search, and replied after a while:
"My lord, there is nothing."

Swift stepped forward, squatted down to observe carefully, but saw that the grass was flat, and every grass stood full and juicy.

But there was a cold look in his eyes, and he said coldly: "That elf, there is a problem. He covered up his traces, even the footprints he just walked here."

Adelaide Triton on the side said nervously: "Then shall we chase?"

"Stop chasing him. We might see him again at the Mufeng Festival. The key is that the Weeping Ice Vine is dead. Bring the body back to the camp and give it to Diana."

"Yes! Your lord!"

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Cyril's speed was extremely fast, and he jumped out of several bushes in a few seconds.After confirming that he had disappeared from the sight of the people of Ao San Emma, ​​he immediately squatted down and put down the two girls hanging on his back.

The moment he entered the bushes, he immediately shook out Hemer's travel clothes, wrapped them around Elena and Caroline, and then walked out with the two on his back, thus naturally escaping from the sight of the people of Osanta Emma.

It doesn't matter whether his cover-up will be noticed by the people of Ao San Emma.

"Caroline, don't grab my neck next time, you'll strangle me to death." Cyril rubbed his neck, Caroline's hand was still wet and sticky, and I don't know what kind of plant slime was on it. Smeared it on his neck.

"Elena, how are you doing?"

Cyril noticed that Elena also quietly wiped the other hand with some restraint, which was exactly the same as Caroline's movement. He touched the position of his waist that Elena was holding just now, and it was indeed wet.

But he didn't think too much about it, at this moment Elina's face was still a little pale, which was obviously caused by the invasion of the ice magic power of the Ice Weeping Vine.

What Cyril was curious about was how Elena burst out with that kind of fire element——

"I took Caroline to wash my face, and then I was caught by the vine. I was caught by it to the very center. I saw a blue glowing thing, and I didn't think much about it, so I bit it down." Alina spoke briefly, she gently rubbed her wrist that was still aching from the tight vines, and said softly: "I felt a coldness slipping down my throat and into my stomach, and then it seemed that there was something in my body. It was magnified, and the whole body became very cold, and then it suddenly became hot again, and it burst into flames, and other... I don’t know.”

Cyril understood it.

He guessed that what Elena swallowed was something that could open the elemental pool, and it happened that the Ice Weeping Vine corresponded to the ice element in her body, so she took advantage of the opportunity to enter the stage of opening the elemental pool.However, Elina herself has an affinity for fire elements, and those fire elements did not want the ice elements to overwhelm her, so they broke out.

The dual physique of ice and fire elements, in other stories, I am afraid it is the protagonist panel-maybe he can cook well?
Cyril complained in his heart, but he didn't have much say in the elemental pool. Even his own wind elemental pool was inexplicably opened, and it was expanded for a while because of the resonance of the tree of life.

Cyril couldn't tell whether Elena's elemental pool was successfully opened, so he could only let Elena swing the sword twice, seeing that both the ice and fire swords were working normally, so he left it at that.

He took his two daughters back to the camp where Azike and the others were temporarily stationed, but saw that a group of people had already entered a state of combat readiness, and Azike and Rhodes were reaching out to stop Leonardo and Schell, arguing constantly:
"The lord asked us to station here, so we will stay here. We can't go anywhere until the order is lifted." Azike insisted on this point of view solemnly, but Leonardo didn't listen to this, and said loudly: "Let me ask you, what if Adrian meets people from Ao San Emma? What if there is a professional level among the people from Ao San Emma?"

"The lord can also retreat completely."

"Back the whole body, if you meet a professional, he would have been hacked into a Muggle long ago—"

The volume of Leonardo's loud bang made it hard to imagine how much saliva was on the inside of the visor of his helmet.However, when Leonardo was spitting, he suddenly found that Azike in front of him fell into silence.

Then Atsk pointed behind him.

He turned his head stiffly, and saw the half-elf boy holding Caroline with his left hand and Elena with his right hand, looking at him with a blank expression, and his voice was also cold:
"Leonardo, tell me, who will be hacked into a Muggle by a professional?"

(End of this chapter)