Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 399 Provoking Discord
Regardless of the size of the tree of life, for human beings, such a purely natural existence that is almost equated with a miracle is always a colossal existence.

Valley City.

The city of the Qingsong Clan didn't have a fancy name, it was named "River Valley City" just because it was located between river valleys.In fact, the city is more similar to Judea Pass or other passes in terms of positioning, and it is a very important fortification.

The elf sentry towers on the cliffs on both sides also confirmed that the Qingsong clan really managed the city in this way.

In history, when the people of Osan Emma chose to invade Amasir from the forest, they were blocked by the walls of the valley city. Therefore, they had to choose to go around the raised hills to find another route Invasion of Amathir—

Even if they brought a whole army of earth dragons.

Although the fighting power of the earth dragon is indeed tyrannical, the terrain of the valley cannot allow the earth dragon to gallop and exert the power of charging.The elves occupy the high ground, and those elite archers can accurately send long arrows into the gaps in the dragon knight's armor from an extremely remote place.

As for letting the earth dragon break through the elves' walls?See those clumps of thick vines?That is the best barrier.

What's more, the city with the Tree of Life sitting there is almost impossible to conquer.The tree of life itself was regarded as a "war fortress" in ancient times, even after losing the ability to move like its ancestors, it is still the top fortification.

If you want to destroy an elf tribe, you need to destroy a tree of life.

The Siliki army and the Congye clan were not hindered from entering the city. Although the Qingpine clan and the Duke of Amasir represented by Hobart O'Connor were allies, Hobart would not cry when he was bullied. Seek comfort from the Qingsong clan, and ask them to teach Cyril and others——

Proud people always want to save face, and Hobart is no exception. If he is allowed to choose, then he must avenge himself and trample Cyril under his feet, instead of borrowing something from outside.

After they entered the city, they temporarily separated from the Congye clan. After all, the latter belonged to the Clary elves, and Cyril and the others were the servants of Miss Misha who was an Exivan elf, so they naturally wanted to join the Exivan elves. camp.

"Stay here, please show your token to prove your identity."

Their procession was blocked by a group of female elves in robes and staffs.Cyril saw that the elf in the front was wearing a hard silver iron helmet, and the long staff in his hand was obviously not pure wood, but had many metal parts—this proved that he was definitely not a mage.

"Who are they?" Cyril could tell that they should belong to a branch, but his knowledge reserve was not enough for him to identify them.

"Ashvan psychic priests." Miss Misha replied softly, "They are the most loyal followers of Nora, and they believe that any existence that tries to break into the forest and pollute the forest should be resolutely eliminated, so that the soldiers should pay attention. "

She then took two steps forward, and her voice sounded like a lark's singing: "Nora, may the wind of nature protect you."

"Nora." The leading priest glanced at Misha's posture, glanced at the old book she was holding, immediately became cautious, and slightly bowed: "May I ask you... ..."

Miss Misha replied with a series of complicated elven words, and this time Cyril understood it—Qing Xinzi, that was the name of her elven clan that Misha had introduced before.

"Qingxinzi clan?" The psychic priest seemed a little confused, "Did such a weak clan get an invitation to Mufeng Festival?"

"Nora has always treated every one of her people equally." Misha said briskly, "Can you let us in?"

"Ah, you're right, I'm shallow. Please come in." The spiritual priest said, leading the team out of the way. In front of him was the manor area surrounded by green vines, which was exclusively for the guests attending the meeting.

"Thank you." Miss Misha returned to the front of the team, waved her hand forward, and then the troops moved forward slowly, preparing to choose a quiet and unoccupied manor to move in.

"An invitation to the Wind Festival? What's that?" Caroline's ears were sharp, and she heard Miss Misha's previous conversations. At this time, she took the initiative to ask Misha.

"The Temple of Nature, which represents Nora's will, will let the wind send invitations to various clans. These psychic sacrifices all come from the Temple of Nature." Misha stretched out her hand to hold Caroline's little hand, and said as she walked, "But the Temple of Nature The scale itself is small, and it can be regarded as an institution that is independent of the Forest Council and is purely responsible for beliefs, unlike the Primordial Church, which has unlimited scenery.”

While she was talking, she suddenly stopped in her tracks——

Beside a fiery red maple tree, leaning against a slender elf.He held the elf's long sword in his chest, leaned against the fiery red maple leaf, and lowered his head, as if there was a sunset behind him.

This made Cyril vaguely feel that he was on the wrong set.

"Ah, fellow clan, it seems that we are in some trouble." Misha glanced at the man, and then said briskly—her tone sounded very relaxed, neither lowered her volume to avoid the man, nor Doesn't mean "trouble" at all.

"Trouble?" Cyril looked away from the elf, "Could it be that he is your fiancé? He wants to take you back?"

"Where did you go?" Misha scolded, "Remember what I said? There are also extremists among the Exivan elves."

"Well, remember."

"They are."

At this time, the elf who had been holding the long sword seemed to finally be unable to bear it anymore. He moved his back away from the tree, took two steps forward, and when he raised his drooping head, his bangs were unrestrained. Shaking it, revealing the standard elf face underneath:

"Did you choose to degenerate after leaving the forest, Qingxinzi clan? It's unimaginable to let humans enter this place. Misha Aishifan, this is what you did."

He glanced coldly at Cyril's face, and said with disdain: "It's really disappointing that they are still so close to the half-elves. They no longer have awe of nature in their hearts."

"The Yingpu clan, they live on the top of the mountain in the Keluo jungle, and they claim to be noble and pure followers of Nora." Misha explained in a low voice, "As for him, he is the son of the patriarch of the Yingpu clan—by the way, The patriarch of the Yingpu clan also has an elder seat."

"Oh, that is to say, their clan has the same status as the Congye clan?"

"To be exact, their power is above the Clumpleaf clan."

"It seems that you really caused me a lot of trouble." Cyril couldn't help shaking his head and said, "I don't intend to conflict with many elf clans."

"But the same clan, participating in the Mufeng Festival is doomed for you to face them - the Mufeng flower crown is not given to you by Nora because you are pleasing to the eye, you need to rely on strength to get it..."

"You guys, are you done? Leave here after you finish!"

The elf holding the long sword seemed very dissatisfied with being ignored, so he shouted.

Only then did Cyril turn his gaze back to the elf—he has handsome features, and it is worth mentioning that his hair color is actually a golden-red color that is quite rare for elves. It is a dancing sun.

Cyril suddenly felt that he looked familiar.

"Miss Misha, what is the name of this elf who thinks you are a heretic?"

"I remember it was called... Aris?"

"Aris? The Yingpu clan?"

Ah, so it was he——

The corresponding information finally appeared in Cyril's mind - the elf in front of him was not an unknown person, and could even be said to be quite outstanding among the elves.

Aris, the future patriarch of the Yingpu clan, he is an outstanding animal trainer and established the most outstanding Pegasus Knights among the elves. Because of his golden-red hair and irritable temper, he is called "" "Walking Golden Sun" Aris, "Phantom Walker" Gru, and "Natural Storm" Jenny are the most famous commanders among the elves.

And the Pegasus Knights under his command will also gain a great reputation in the future, not only active in the battlefield against the invasion of Ao San Emma, ​​but also related to many missions in the secret realm later.

It's just that the skin on the elf's face was too smooth at this time, without the baptism of war, and so immature that Cyril didn't recognize it at a glance.

Cyril suddenly became interested in him——

He took two steps forward, looked at the elf who obviously underestimated him, and said:

"Your Excellency seems very dissatisfied with our arrival."

"Hmph, people who filthy nature." Aris just snorted softly, his eyes swept across Cyril's face without even looking carefully, and then fell on Misha: "I think the Qingxinzi clan will sooner or later If you want to give up the Code of Nature, it is undoubtedly a blasphemy to Nora that such things fall into your hands."

"Ha ha!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a burst of laughter in his ears.Aris immediately looked at the source of the laughter, and found that the one who laughed was actually the half-elf who dared to step forward and talk to him.

He couldn't help being a little angry: "Half-elf, what are you laughing at?"

"Your Excellency's left sentence is filthy and natural, and the right sentence is blasphemous to Nora, but why can't I see that Your Excellency has any devotion to the great Nora?" Cyril smiled, "Nora treats every member of nature equally, why? Come to you, those of us who also believe in nature will be disqualified by you? The teaching of nature, I don’t think it should be like this?”

"You!" Aris stared, and was about to speak, but when Cyril continued, his voice turned towards Misha: "Ah, it seems that only Clary elves discriminate against half-elves. Are the Xivan elves like those rude guys now?"

Miss Misha looked at the innocent expression on the face of the half-elf boy, and suppressed a smile—that is, Ilandar was not here, otherwise she knew that her "allies" were saying that she was rude behind her back, and she might have gone up to it a long time ago. Combine punches.

But at this time, she still chose to cooperate with Cyril: "Maybe Aris went to Clary to learn tactics and got his temper? Ah, I remember that before I left home for a trip a few years ago, he was still very gentle and kind." Love, I never imagined that time can change a person's mind so easily."

"You, all of you!" Aris seemed to realize that the half-elf who accompanied Misha was not easy to mess with, and then snorted coldly: "If the verbal and spiritual victory can satisfy you, then you should be satisfied. But the Mufeng Huaguan will not belong to you because of your lust, I swear!"

He had no intention of talking to the men and women in front of him, holding the long sword, turned around and was about to return to the manor.But then came another sentence:
"Lord Aris—"

He turned his head, and it was that annoying half-elf again.

"I think that compared to our existence, there may be some people you don't want to see appearing in this city."

"People I don't want to see? What I don't want to see is the dirty forest like you... Wait."

He seemed to be thinking about it, his eyes widened and his gaze was shining brightly, and then he looked at Cyril with a piercing look: "You mean, the people of Osan Emma really appeared in the valley city?"

"Ah, it seems that your Excellency has heard about it." Cyril bowed slightly, "I can confirm this, and they are menacing. I met them face to face in the forest, and I heard them say that the elves' cavalry are stinky fish Rotten shrimp, what kind of Pegasus knight, can't even hurt the armor of the earth dragon..."

He keenly noticed that Aris's fist was clenched, and he said faster: "I also heard them say that the Mufeng Flower Crown belongs to them, and they want to turn the forest into the territory of Saint Emma..."

"Ao St. Emma!" Aris growled, then turned and ran into the manor, leaving Cyril's remaining words behind him.

Not long after, Cyril heard the sound of flapping wings, and then saw a flying horse in silver armor flying from the manor, and quickly headed towards the other side of the city.

"My lord, are you... sowing discord?" Azike leaned forward, looked at the Pegasus that had completely disappeared from sight in a few minutes, and couldn't help but exclaimed: "The elves and the Holy Spirit are provoked!" The hatred of the Emma people is so simple?"

"This is not sowing discord, they are not allies. And it's just because this is a stupid young man." Cyril said indifferently, "Okay, find a place to live quickly, I heard that Caroline is hungry Gotta coo."

"No!" Caroline said dissatisfiedly, but her stomach immediately let out an honest "goo~", which caused everyone on the side to laugh.

But after laughing, the smile on Cyril's face quickly disappeared.

He found himself thinking a little more simply.

He regards the humans participating in the Wind Festival as his main competitors, but since the Congye clan is by his side, he ignores the contradictions among the elves—

Old-fashioned Axivan elves, aggressive Clary elves, or something else?
Aris is just a microcosm, and when the Wind Muting Festival starts, one can imagine their situation.

Every next step seems to be walking on thin ice.

(End of this chapter)