Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 396

"This is, of course, the law of La Rochelle, and the laws of Amasir are all up to us—"

"Does your Excellency know about the entry of the people from Ao San Emma into the Corot Forest? If you know, then you should lead troops to expel those people from Ao San Emma now, instead of pointing fingers at us who are also citizens of La Rochelle!"

This elf who speaks fast and clearly, and has a handsome figure suddenly let out two cold laughter, and then said in a long voice: "I see, your Excellency wanted to say that the Keluo Forest belongs to the people of Ao San Emma ? It’s time to get out, are we La Rochelle people?”

Hobart's bull's-like eyes were wide open, as if he wanted to stare at the daring elf in front of him——

What is this elf saying?Amathir's laws?Do you know who is the biggest in Amasir?
And as an elf, how could he stand beside a group of humans so actively?

No, according to what he said, wouldn't I be a traitor?
His thinking is expanding in such a way at this moment, it can't be blamed for his lack of brain.After all, the eldest son of the Duke of Amasir probably didn't even know that Solconan had parachuted an earl in the northeast of Amasir. He thought it was the territory of his stupid fourth brother, and he would be killed by his own The second brother Murray O'Connor annexed.

At this moment, he could only confirm one thing - he was actually reprimanded by an elf, pointing at his nose?
But Azike just wanted to laugh when he heard it, he couldn't complain about how many ills there were in the lord's verbal combo, it was purely to beat the master to death with random punches, but it was so chaotic and purely relying on snatching words The right words cannonballs, but they really bluffed Hobart O'Connor.

If it was at the debate table, Cyril would have been taken away from the table and thrown out of the window.

However, Cyril was imposing enough, and there was a group of soldiers who were inexplicably insulted and filled with righteous indignation behind him. Those shining swords were not a joke. The combination of this completely disrupted Hobart's position.

But what's the use of just disrupting the situation and seizing the right to speak for a while?
Azike folded his arms on his chest, and was ready to see how his lord would behave next, but he heard bursts of crisp bird calls resounding around him.

Before Atzke could discern what the bird calls from the rest of the Dawn Forest Patrol meant—after all, he was just learning how to transmit signals from the elves. If the amount of information was more complicated, he would naturally be unable to distinguish it. .

But before he came back to his senses, he saw that his lord in front of him had already taken another step forward, almost touching the body of Hobart O'Connor's horse. His voice seemed to be full of indignation, and he said passionately:

"I, Cyril Adrian, the pioneer of the Primordial Church of Danya, the follower of Nora the God of Nature, the Knight of the Silver Blade Knights, and the Earl of Sorconant Pasiriki, hereby express my respect to the God of War Issy Si request, cede the interests of my loyal kingdom to the despicable people of the enemy country, and initiate an application for a holy duel!"

His voice was clear and clear, and every word was loud, but when he heard half of it, Azike's expression changed drastically. When he heard the word "Isis, the God of War", Azike was so frightened that he almost rushed forward to pull his lord back— —

This is the most formal duel oath that only nobles would use. The duel application initiated under the witness of the God of War Isis is full of sacred nature. Once accepted, it cannot be hindered by foreign objects!
Cyril, what the hell are you doing?Do you know what strength Hobart is?Do you know his identity?To actually apply to him for a duel in such a reckless manner?
Did you lose your mind after you fought against the professionals of Ossa Emma?Or was it taught badly by Leonardo?Be reckless, is it such a reckless method?
But Cyril has already taken a big step back, leaving the space between him and Hobart as a space dedicated to fighting, then the long sword at his waist was unsheathed and stood in front of him, and then the tip of the sword Point flatly at Hobart!
At this moment, Hobart's face was already cloudy and uncertain, but there was no anger in the wide-eyed eyes of the two parties. Instead, they stared at Cyril with incomparable calmness, and their voices were extremely low:

"So you are a little lord... Are you sure you want to be like this?"

"God of War Isis!" Cyril said in a deep voice, and then responded in the same low voice: "What's the matter, are you afraid?"

"Afraid? I, Hobart O'Connor, the future successor of Amathir, would I be afraid because of your foolish challenge?!"

Hobart raised his head and laughed, and when he lowered his head again, bloodshot eyes were clinging to his eyes: "Then what's the bet, Elf?"

"Bet?" Cyril chuckled, "Do you need any more bets for the holy duel witnessed by the God of War Isis?"

As he spoke, his voice changed again: "But since your Excellency insists on this, then we'll bet..."

He raised his head, glanced across Hobart's face, and landed on the Amasir Nature Guard who was already pressing forward behind him, and finally fell back on his sword, and then said slowly:

"How about betting on the lives of both parties themselves and all the subordinates behind them?"

As soon as he said this, Azike's back was covered with cold sweat, and at the same time, he could hear the breathing of the soldiers around him becoming heavy in unison.

"Crazy, he's totally crazy, Danya, I'm following some idiot—"

He whispered in his heart, he believed that many soldiers had such thoughts at the same time, but no one opened their mouths to refute Cyril's behavior of putting so many lives on the bet, including himself.

They just held the weapons in their hands tightly and stared straight ahead at the back of their lord.

And Hobart's eyes froze for a moment, then his face twisted, and he let out a piercing laugh:
"You, do you think I'm an idiot?"

"Put on a bunch of fake hats on me, irritate me with a few words, then pretend to block my words with duel oaths, and finally win the duel through despicable means, and then kill my subordinates? Hehehe! You think I'm watching Don't you understand?"

"I want to use these ugly lizards and bedbugs in exchange for the lives of my elite, look at how much you weigh, are you worthy?"

His voice suddenly increased, and then he held up the long knife in his hand: "Everyone, listen to my order, crush this group of bedbugs for me!"

Atzke's breathing suddenly came to a standstill. The Amasir Nature Guards seemed to have been waiting for this order for a long time. They drew out their weapons halfway through Hobart's words, and then strode towards the direction of the Siliki army. .

But Azike's mind was clear, and he turned around and shouted: "The archers are ready to throw, and the shield soldiers withstand their charge!"

The archers in the rear brushed their arrows and drew their bows in unison, while the shield soldiers in the front row raised their shields amidst Rhode's shouts, and their movements were not unpleasant.Seeing that the natural guards at the forefront were holding shields and wielding long swords, they were already about to rush forward.

The shining sword blade was intertwined with the heavy footsteps wearing heavy armor, making the heart of every Siliki soldier beat as if to follow the rhythm of the opponent's footsteps.They felt that what they were facing was not a group of soldiers, there were clearly only a few dozen people, but it was like a forest walking. The turquoise battle robes were shaking, and the bright armor reflected the sunlight. What they were facing was the Natural Guard Army , is the elite of Amathir——

The captain of the shield soldier, Wolfe Ston, felt his arms start to feel numb for no reason. It was clearly the most familiar movement of holding out the shield, but at this moment the shield in his hand seemed to be extremely heavy!
"Get ready, meet the impact!" He suddenly shouted loudly, and the soldiers around him also shouted in unison following his voice——

Hit it, hit it!

"Om - woo -"

But at the moment when the two armies were about to collide, a desolate horn sounded above the clearing-the sound came from their flanks.Atzik and Hobart on the opposite side turned their heads almost at the same time, but saw a bunch of brisk, silver figures appearing from the deep forest over there——

It was a herd of silver stags and elf knights in full armor.

On top of the tallest silver deer, an outstanding and elegant elf sat upright, and in his hand was a gorgeous and slender elf long sword.

"stop!"

Hobart immediately said in a long voice, and all the natural guards of Amasir were like puppets manipulated by him. Even if the momentum of the charge had reached the highest level, the blade in his hand was about to hit the opponent's head. At this moment, they still forcibly stopped in unison, and then retreated back and forth, changing their formation quickly.

The dense phalanx just now turned into two teams in a few breaths, one of which was still facing the Siliki army, while the other raised its shields and faced the herd of silver stags.

Hobart's eyeballs almost popped out - as the eldest son of Duke Amasir, he naturally has a certain understanding of the great forces among these adjacent races.This group of silver stag knights is obviously the elves of the Cloverleaf clan living in the Elgin Forest!

But how did they end up here?

He pushed his mount forward, suppressed the anger just now, and asked as calmly as possible.

"My loyal friends of the Congye clan, why did you come here?"

However, the leader on Yinlu's back just glanced at him lightly, and then asked indifferently:

"Could it be that there are places in this forest that my elves can't go to?"

Hobart's tone choked, which reminded him of the "brother matter" that was disrupted by Cyril's messy words just now, but these elves in front of him are obviously genuine elves, and it is absolutely impossible for them to stand up like Cyril Elf skin, it turned out to be a local lord.

He clearly remembered what his father had said to him - in Amasir, you can offend any human force, but you must not offend the elves.

Therefore, he could only take a few deep breaths, glanced bitterly at Cyril who was still behind him with a relaxed expression, and said in a deep voice:
"Of course not, my respected elf friend, it's just..."

But at this moment, the elf's eyes fell on him, and then said indifferently: "If there is a reason, it is that we intend to help our allies a little bit—"

"This... I don't think we have encountered any troubles. There are only a group of forest dogs and a group of bedbugs that come out of nowhere. We can easily solve it." Hobart's vigilant heart finally relaxed. After a while, he breathed a sigh of relief, and replied with a smile, "I wonder if you have time to come to our camp for dinner?"

But in the next second, he saw a clear disgust from the face of the elf opposite, and then the elf snorted:
"Human, what are you misunderstanding? The allies I'm talking about have nothing to do with you."

"Haha, Your Excellency is really joking. I am the eldest son of the Duke of Amasir, the future successor of Amasir. The nobleman is our firm ally all the time. How could it be..." Hobart said. Seeing that there was no change in the expression on the other party's face, his face suddenly froze——

He doesn't seem to be joking, or in other words, elves have never been a race that likes to joke much.

But besides my natural guards, the forest dog's lair, there are only those ugly lizard skin troops left——

Hobart thought of this, turned his head suddenly, and stared at Cyril with wide eyes in disbelief:
Wait a minute, where did that annoying "fake elf" say he was the lord of?

Silikie?
Isn't that the fief of my stupid brother, Gene O'Connor?How could it become his territory?
Isn't Siliki right next to the Elgin Grove?

Could it be that the Silver Deer Cavalry's ally is this army?

This is impossible!

Hobart O'Connor almost cried out, and correspondingly, Atsk looked at Cyril at the moment, his eyes were full of complicated emotions——

"Lord, can you stop dancing on the wire?"

Just now, Cyril's sudden action interrupted his thoughts, and now he wants to understand what the bird chirps mean. It is clearly a series of complicated words such as "The Congye clan is approaching us", all in all, it is telling Cyril, the Silver Deer Rider is coming.

No wonder Cyril dared to go up suddenly, no wonder he dared to be so arrogant, it turned out that it was because of the elves in the Elgin Forest!
The leading elf is none other than the elder of the Congye clan, the famous "Heart of the Tree" Elandar!
The corners of Atzke's mouth twitched stiffly, but he couldn't laugh even if he wanted to, and it was Hobart who couldn't laugh anymore—he couldn't suppress his emotions at all, jumped off his horse, and strode forward In front of Cyril, the huge body enveloped Cyril like a cloud, his round eyes fixed on that handsome face, and said coldly:
"Are you kidding me, lord of Si-le-ki-?"

On Cyril's face, the previous indignation or other emotions disappeared, and he just smiled and said: "Baron Hobart O'Connor, please pay attention to your words, I am the successor of Cyril under the witness of my king and all people." Key, Earl."

He slowly put the long sword back into the sheath, and then made a mouth shape to him:
"There is someone covering me, do you dare to touch me?"

　This chapter is a bit of a tentative plot, I don't know if it is reasonable.

　　Please correct me if there is any problem

　　
　
(End of this chapter)