Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 400 Countermeasures
"We have many enemies and few friends."

If a strategic map is placed on the table, with blue representing one's own side, red representing the enemy, and green representing neutrality, then Cyril believes that most of the dots are red, only a small amount of green, as well as ciliki and clump leaves The Clan's two dots are blue.

"The Congye clan is the dominant family in the Elgin Forest and occupies a seat in the forest council. Naturally, the elves don't have much favor for it."

"Miss Misha is an Exivan elf, but she mixes with humans. This will also arouse the resentment of many Exivan elves. Aris of the Yingpu clan is an example."

"And we ourselves, the Duke of Amasir and the people of Ao San Emma are our enemies..."

Atzke methodically listed the relationship between the enemy and the enemy, while the leaders and generals of Siliki were listening.

"Miss Misha, please explain the process of Mufeng Festival again."

"Okay, Mr. Angers." Misha stood up from the wicker chair, and drew a circle in the air, and the vines hanging from the beam hung down, like a green board.

And her fingers continued to flick on it, and as her fingertips jumped, flowers appeared on the green board, representing the title number——

"First of all, at the Mufeng Festival, the participants have to fight for more 'Mufeng Flowers'. This kind of flower blooms every seven years and is managed by the Temple of Nature. The party who gets the most Mufeng Flowers will get the Mufeng Flower at the end. corolla."

"Wind-Wind Festival... To put it more simply, it is a festival held to win the joy of the great Nora. He hopes to see that his descendants can ensure the inheritance of nature and keep nature from declining. Therefore, Nora Faithful believers need to show their strength."

On the stage, Miss Misha clearly explained the purpose and reason of the Mufeng Festival, while Caroline frowned, then knelt down on the chair, and whispered in Cyril's ear:

"Isn't the God of Nature a kind and gentle goddess? If you want to maintain nature, shouldn't it be better than someone else's planting? Why do you hear Misha say it so scary?"

"Nora is not a kind and gentle goddess..." Cyril thought to himself, you, a little girl playing with skulls, had the nerve to say that others are scary, and replied: "It's better to say that she is actually from the original god system. A god of top combat power, the arrows he shoots are like falling meteors, the chariot he drives is like a running wild haze, the gods and people under his command seem to be endlessly multiplying jungles, and his sword skills even more compare her to the nature. All the feelings are melted into it..."

"Do!"

A small wooden stick fell on Cyril's head. Cyril glared at Atsk who threw it, but heard the latter say: "My lord, please don't interfere with Miss Misha's lecture."

So Cyril pushed Caroline back, and Caroline was still muttering: "If there is a competition in farming, Miss Romanus will definitely not lose to others."

Miss Misha turned a blind eye to Cyril's inattentive listening, but smiled and said: "As the family said, the skills that Lord Nora is good at are the core of Mufeng Festival-archery, riding, tactics, and swordsmanship. "

"Archery requires the contestants to pull the ancient relic, Didus, the bow of the elf, and shoot the arrow from the top of the cliff. Through the resonance of nature, it can hit the target hidden in the jungle."

"Riding requires participants to ride a unicorn to fight—of course, you must be able to ride it first. In this regard, female elves have a great advantage."

"Tactics, of course, is a team battle. That's why the participating parties need to have fifty followers. All parties need to go deep into the Black Forest. Whoever can find the core that suppresses the Black Forest will be able to win Nora's favor."

"And the last item, swordsmanship, is the ultimate competition of personal force. This item is limited to elves under the age of 150."

"150 years old?" Atzke couldn't help but say - this age is still too long for human beings. Although human life can be extended backwards by breakthroughs in realms, how much is a professional level stuck? A person lives for a lifetime, and the realm after that is even more distant...

Correspondingly, however, these long-lived races take longer to grow—some scholars believe that this is a problem of the concentration of blood left by the gods and people, but the "blood of the gods and people" itself is difficult to conduct experiments, so it cannot make further inferences.

"What about the half-elf?" Cyril asked aloud.

"Half-elves are the same as elves." Miss Misha nodded and said, "Although Clary elves and Aishvan elves have certain resistance to half-elves, this is the rule set by the Temple of Nature, so the two Treat everyone equally."

"There are four events in total. The winner of one of the tactics will get ten Wind-Blowing Flowers, and the first, second, and third places in the other three will get five, three, and one Wind-Blowing Flowers respectively. Wind flowers. The more wind-blowing flowers you get, the more resources the clan can get, and the more blessings Nora will bestow."

As soon as Miss Misha's voice fell, it naturally entered the free discussion time. The people listening to the lecture were already full of words, and the words of complaints or discussions resounded through the room for a while:
"I now feel that it was a mistake to participate in the Wind Festival. It sounds like we are giving out points for each of these items, and there is no bonus item at all." It was Leonardo who spoke—it was rare that he didn't say some gags , it is estimated that the face under the helmet is also serious.

"No... I think there is still a chance..." Elena's small face was tense, "Captain Memphis is one of the best archers in the Congye clan, I think she should be able to score some points in archery." ..."

"What about the Memphis?" Shell asked aloud.

"Isn't she right here... Huh? Where's Captain Memphis?" Elina widened her eyes and looked around, but found that there was no sign of the captain of the Dawn Patrol Team.

"Sister Meng Feila was brought back by that elder..." Caroline whispered.

"Well, that riding skill, I think the lord has a good chance!"

"Although Adrian's riding skills are very good, he is a man, and unicorns generally only favor women-you said that Miss Misha has a chance." Leonardo poured cold water again, and then he compared Pointing out two fingers, "Black Forest, we are completely unfamiliar with it. The elves must be more familiar with it than us. It is almost impossible to get the top ranking."

"As for the final swordsmanship, when elves are restricted to participate, neither I nor Schell can participate. Only Adrian is left on our side. Do you think he can do well when facing a group of 150-year-old elves?" How many wins?"

"This still needs to be investigated. After all, we don't know much about the force of the elves of the various clans." Rhodes said in a deep voice, "In addition to the Black Forest, if we are lucky, we might not be able to enter the top three ranks."

"But in terms of tactics, only No.1 can get Mufenghua." Leonardo pointed out again.

This is completely a skin-changing competitive competition, with the name of a leisurely-sounding Mufeng Festival.Atzke is actually very clear about the form of this kind of competition-he has participated in many such projects when he was studying in Solkonan.

And Cyril, who was born as a player, is more familiar with this. This kind of competition itself is something that will be continuously launched with the update of the game version. There are not many routines in trade union battles, personal battles, and camp battles. I can't grasp it.

He couldn't help but feel a little bit regretful. If he had known that he was going to time travel, he should have participated in the guild-related content in the game.Although he is not completely ignorant of the open and secret struggles between these "powers" that are equivalent to guilds, most of that knowledge comes from the battle reports integrated by game editors. For details on how to operate, there are only two or three ghost posts in the guild Mentioned it, and it was deleted quickly.

He quietly listened to the discussions of the teams he had drawn up, and basically they had already talked about the advantages and disadvantages.

"Leonardo, what do you think?" Cyril finally said.

And Leonardo sat upright in the rattan chair, tapping his fingers lightly on the table, the iron armor made a "do-do" sound, and his own voice was also lowered: "I think, maybe we should... Give up the fight for Mu Fenghua?"

He didn't notice that the fingers of Miss Elf, who had just sat down, grasped the handle of the rattan chair, and Cyril hadn't expressed his opinion, but Azike also said:
"My lord, I agree with you."

Cyril looked up at the two men, one was a middle-aged wandering knight with a lot of experience, while the other was a top student of Solkonan with extraordinary vision.

"Go on," he said softly.

Atzke cleared his throat, and continued: "I think we should focus on suppressing O'Connor, the people of O'Santa Emma, ​​and winning over allies."

"Participating in the Mufeng Festival, an important purpose is to prevent the BlazBlue Wing Mage Group that will fly in the future—no, or it is to relieve the pressure on the BlazBlue Wing Mage, so we chose to come here."

"Whether it's making friends with the high-ring mages, or making the O'Connor family aware of the pressure that Siliki has brought to him, and then letting Solkonan send people to check and balance, it's all to resist the Blazblazu mages."

"so what?"

"With competitions, it's not difficult to suppress O'Connor and O'San Emma. You just need to stumbling them during the competition, especially in terms of tactics. Our three parties, who are also unfamiliar with the Black Forest, basically rely on Competing tactics and resourcefulness..."

"Then the next question is how to 'make friends'."

When Azike said this, he stopped talking, looked at the young lord, but found that the latter's eyes seemed to be a little wandering, and he looked absent-minded, so he called out softly:

"Lord Lord?"

"Oh, I'm listening." Cyril nodded nonchalantly, "Does Leonardo think the same?"

"It's the same idea." He said and leaned back, "But I can't explain it as detailed as Atsk, so let him talk about it."

"Do you guys have any other ideas?"

Cyril stood up and glanced around the room, only to see Caroline playing with bones, Elena cracking her fingers, Cher looking at the tree outside the window and whistling, and Rhodes, the loyal knight It's not material to come up with ideas, I'm just listening carefully at the moment.

He finally set his sights on Misha.

Miss Elf lowered her head slightly, holding the handle of the wicker chair with both hands—she had maintained this movement for a long time, at least it had been like this when Cyril peeked at it before.

The difference is that the latter erased the entanglement and anxiety on his face at this time, and tried to maintain a calm expression at this time.

He withdrew his gaze and landed on Azike again: "I also have thoughts about forming an alliance."

"Then I'll add it later." Atzke nodded, then sat back.

"If you want to form an alliance, you need to be able to form a certain interest relationship with the other party. The other party will come to form an alliance with you if they can see the benefits from you."

"And obviously, we, Siliki, are basically not satisfied with this."

When he said this, he saw Atsk's face froze uncontrollably, but he couldn't refute - after all, Siliki's military strength is not strong, and the economy is not prosperous, even if Cyril is willing to use the magic crystal to sign a trade agreement , and it is impossible to transport the magic crystal to other elf clans, such as the Yingpu clan, where the road conditions are complicated.

"So, we can only be spoilers here."

As soon as he stretched out his hand, he pulled down another board made of vines from the beam, and picked up a branch that would ooze white juice with force, and began to write and draw on it:
"First of all, there is the common enemy of most elves, Alma St. Emma. This is where we can use it the most. It is not complicated to operate. We only need to pick the clans that are directly competitive with Ol St. Emma. If we make an alliance, then all the disturbances we make to the Ao San Emma people during the game will become the clan's bonus points for us."

"But the hatred of the elves towards the people of St. Emma, ​​this cannot be guaranteed." Atzke retorted, "It can be seen from the fact that some clans are willing to accept the people of St. Emma, ​​at least the elves of Clary are to a large extent In fact, it may have changed the idea of ​​being completely hostile to the people of Ao San Emma..."

But just after he finished speaking, he saw the mysterious smile on Cyril's face:

"So, I made extra preparations before—ah, counting the time, I guess it's almost here—"

As soon as the words fell, Shell, who was in a daze at the window, suddenly yelled: "Ah, something is flying over!"

"Flying over?" Everyone was startled and rushed to the window one after another.Cyril squinted his eyes and saw a Pegasus flapping its wings. There was a person crouching on the horse's back, and it was flying towards them crookedly. Fall down!
"That's... that provocative elf just now? Could it be that he was severely injured by the people of Ao San Emma?"

Azike turned his head abruptly, and saw Cyril who nodded slightly.

(End of this chapter)