Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 394 Professional Level Understanding
"Professional? A khaki shield? That should be the power of the earth."

The armor on Leonardo's body was rattling, and there was a scary white bone puppy with a big mouth biting his left arm. Behind him was a training long sword in Elena's hand, constantly attacking him. The body was chopping, which was the chief culprit of the rattling of the armor.

This can be regarded as a punishment for Leonardo's wild words, and it can be said to be completely painless, but Leonardo quickly turned his head, and an angry voice came out from under the helmet:

"Hey, little girl, you can cut me, but don't attach magic power, the armor is very troublesome to maintain!"

"Oh, I'm sorry, Mr. Leonardo." Alina was hurriedly recovering the magic power of the ice element emanating from her body, but it was too late—the training sword couldn't withstand the magic power, and it was already It broke with a click.

This is what happened to Elena after the Ice Weeping Vine came out - she couldn't control the magic power in her body as before, but Cyril had no choice but to let her practice more during the repair.

Leonardo turned his head and continued to say to the solemn half-elf boy, "Where are we talking? Professionals?"

"Yes." Cyril nodded, "The power of the earth? Earthy yellow, isn't that the power of the earth element?"

"Wrong, wrong." Leonardo shook his head, reached out to add a handful of firewood to the pyre in front of him, and glanced at Shell and Memphis not far away, "You two also come here to listen Well, it might help you too."

When he turned his eyes back to the bonfire again, his voice was low, completely different from his usual relaxed and even frivolous voice, with a calmness unique to middle-aged people, and he said slowly:

"Earth element is a component of magic power, a component of the world, it is a single existence, and it is the power to be used."

As he said, he patted his great sword lightly, and a layer of sand climbed up in an instant, adhering to the surface of his great sword, making the great sword seem to swell in a circle.

"And how to use this element is the career path you want to pursue."

Leonardo flicked his fingers lightly in the air, and the outer layer of sand that was still attached just now turned into a spiral like a tornado, blowing towards the woodpile, and before touching the firewood, he followed His fingers dropped downwards and fell to the ground with a "slap", turning into grains again.

This performance of his made the onlookers Shell and Memphis a little stunned - it's hard to imagine that the person who has such control over the elements is actually a sullen knight shrunk in the armor, Rather than a skilled mage.

How could a non-mage have such elemental control power?
Such questions popped up in the hearts of the two of them almost at the same time, but Cyril's voice has already sounded:

"This has nothing to do with the mage's skills. This is not even element manipulation. You haven't activated the element pool." He pointed this out sharply.

"You're right." Leonardo immediately followed his words, and he turned to look at Cyril, the helmet covering his face, but Cyril could clearly feel those eyes staring at him, as if Inducing, or questioning:
"Then where do you think this power comes from?"

This feeling made Cyril return to the game for a moment. On the night sitting by the fire, the kingdom's veterans led a team to the front line, and when they introduced the undead soldiers - the veteran gestured to the skeleton with a branch The hoarse voice added a bit of gloom to the night, as if a ghost would jump out of it in the next second.

But that kind of night talk also led the vast majority of newcomers in the world of "Road to Glory" to a brand new path from the novelty and confusion of following the mission to hack monsters and brush the script.

The road of blood and fire.

And at this moment, if the "professional level" is regarded as a big mountain, pressing on Cyril's head, then Leonardo's words have already led him to the path around the mountain.

He opened his eyes wide, looking at the jumping flames, amidst the crackling sound of firewood, Cyril said:
"This is the power of professionals."

"The so-called professional level, being able to use the power of elements in one's own profession, is not to build a spell model like a mage, but to turn it into a part of oneself...Understanding one's profession and controlling one's own power, this It's the professional—”

He raised his head, and there seemed to be a ball of flames dancing in his green eyes, and the blazing posture made it almost impossible to look directly at him.

"Is that so, Leonardo."

And the wandering knight in a round armor opened his arms, stretched his waist, took the bone puppy off his armor, and regained his relaxed tone: "How should I say it? Everyone's understanding of occupations They are all different, which is why I don’t teach my own promotion understanding, because it may bias your own understanding and become your hindrance at a certain step in the future.”

"However, what you said is indeed a performance at the professional level - note that this is a form of expression, not an understanding of promotion."

He stood up, clapped his hands, yawned loudly, and returned to his tent.

Late at night.

There were various snoring sounds in the woodland, except for the soldiers patrolling the night, everyone else was sleeping deeply.

They only have four or five hours a day for deep sleep, and the rest of the time is basically used for traveling.

Cyril did not advertise Adlai Triton's performance to everyone.At this time, he was lying flat on the grass, looking up at the star gap between the sparse branches above his head, replaying in his mind the bits and pieces of contact with the people of Ao San Emma during the day.

If he was focused on fighting with the opponent's general at that time, then at this time he focused on those soldiers-they have terrifying execution orders and reaction ability, facing the outbreak of magic power, facing potential enemies , in the face of the commander's instructions, no matter in mysterious situations, he has an extremely excellent performance.

This is undoubtedly an elite team, which will crush the current elite of the Siliki Army in terms of equipment, discipline, and combat effectiveness.

If such news is conveyed to this group of recruits, Cyril feels that with their hearts, they may become more stubborn and work hard, but if they are completely defeated after a head-on confrontation with the Adlai Navy, the consequences will be disastrous——

He turned his head sideways and saw that in the bushes not far away, the lights of the magic lamp seemed to be still on.

There is the position of Azike Angers. As the person who has shared the information of Adlai Triton, Azike obviously can't sleep at this moment, and is worrying about how to deal with the people of Ao San Emma——

Of course, there is also Duke Amasir's troops who have yet to show up.

Cyril took a few deep breaths to calm down, get rid of distracting thoughts, and then let his consciousness gradually fall into sleep.

(End of this chapter)