Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 403
Cyril was woken up by the ring knight in the dream ring as usual.

He sat up, the sky outside the window was terribly dark, the raindrops were falling on the huge leaves, and the crackling and crackling noises were deafening.

Amidst the chaotic sound of rain, there were bursts of thunder. He just glanced out of the window, and saw a flash of lightning flashing across the sky.

The Wind Festival officially started on a rainy day, which is really rare. The elves usually avoid the rainy season to hold festivals. Who would have thought that this thunderstorm would come so suddenly?

"Where's Miss Misha?"

Cyril grabbed Caroline who was trotting in the corridor with a plate, and glanced at the contents of the plate in her hand - pills exuding a strong medicinal aroma, and a small pot with a lid.

"Sister Misha is sick, I'm going to deliver her medicine." Caroline raised her head and replied, "Release me quickly, Cyril."

I got sick?
Cyril closed his eyes for a while, and everything that happened last night appeared in front of his eyes. The elf lady in white nightgown seemed to be a saint who walked out of a mysterious garden, and her words were also full of mysticism. The meaning is different from her words and deeds in the past——

Thinking about it now, all of this is full of abnormalities.And maybe it was because of this abnormal behavior that Miss Misha unexpectedly fell ill at this time?
He let go of Caroline's hand, and the latter ran to a room not far away. Before knocking on the door, the door was opened first.

Misha, who had changed back into a dark brown robe, was leaning against the door slightly weakly. The sweat from her forehead and cheeks made her blond hair stick to her face, but she didn't look messy, but looked haggard and sickly. beauty.

She reached out to take the plate from Caroline, reached out and rubbed Caroline's head, and then whispered to Cyril: "Clan, I can't accompany you to the first game."

"Have a good rest." Even though Cyril was full of doubts, this was not the time to ask questions, so he could only nod.

"I want to bring back the three Mufenghua." Misha forced a smile.

"This... I'll do my best." Cyril looked out of the window helplessly, but he didn't receive the notification from the elves that the game was postponed. In other words, the archery competition on the first day will continue as usual.

It's pitch black outside, and I'm afraid that after the arrow hits the string, I can't even see where the target is, let alone guarantee the arrow's flight.

"Atzke, tell them not to prepare, and rest in the room today."

Cyril yelled downstairs—the soldiers all had the habit of getting up early, not to mention the heavy rain, those who were able to get up late were awakened by the sound of the rain.

Atzik, who was handing out the cloak, was stunned, then raised his head and replied, "But the elves didn't say to cancel the match, did they?"

"It's an individual sport, and it's useless if you let them follow. Ivo, come with me, and the others stand by."

Cyril called out Ivo, who was left to them by the Congye clan. The elf who obstructed Cyril and the others in front of the Congye clan's tree of life at first, convinced Cyril after the incident on the Magic Plain. ——His wife is also a member of the patrol team. It can be said that both husband and wife were rescued by Cyril.

The two of them were wearing cloaks, and the bean-sized raindrops were frightening for those who watched them. The sound of hitting the top of the head was like a small hammer constantly hitting the sky cap, which made Cyril always suspect that someone was shouting in his ear, " 44 ten 44 ten".

However, they had just left the courtyard when they saw a group of flying horses coming out of the courtyard belonging to the Yingpu clan not far away. Those flying horses were dragging a seemingly light carriage behind them, drowsy in the heavy rain, Can't see exactly how.

But just when Cyril and the others were about to move forward, they saw Pegasus trotting towards them with the carriage, and then the carriage stopped beside them, the door opened, and a voice came from inside:
"Come up quickly, I'll take you there."

The moment the two entered the carriage, the manic sound of raindrops suddenly became quiet.This carriage is much larger than it looks from the outside, and the materials used are all expensive wood in the human kingdom, but here it is just a component of the carriage carriage.

"Space magic circle, plus a silence magic circle, just two magic circles are already expensive..." Cyril estimated the value of this carriage in his heart, looked up, but saw Aris sitting around There are elves dressed as maids, and there are fruits and vegetables piled up on the small case in front of them.

Looking at himself and Ivo again, the two still looked wet after taking off their cloaks, and the gap was immediately apparent.

"What about Misha, why the two of you." Aris raised his eyes and glanced at the embarrassed two, and snorted softly, "But the Qingxinzi clan is so poor, think about it. If it wasn't for Misha who got God If you are lucky enough to be a natural priest, it is estimated that the Qingxinzi clan has been annexed long ago."

Cyril didn't say much, and found a place to sit down on his own.On the contrary, seeing that he didn't respond, Aris said anxiously: "I didn't help you because you pointed out the tricks of the people of Ao San Emma. If you want to walk to the competition venue in this kind of heavy rain, I'm afraid you have to walk for a while." Throughout the day, people from other clans have already set off, and you have to thank me."

He was arrogant and wanted to say something more, but suddenly he heard a sentence from the half-elf boy: "Thank you."

"Thank...thank you?" Aris looked at Cyril in disbelief, then looked away after a while, as if to cover up something, and said, "But to be honest, it's useless even if you go. Who, are you From the Congye clan, right? Even your best archers may not be able to win the top three in this archery competition, let alone others."

"Captain Meng Feila will not lose to others." Ivo said angrily.

"Heh, those who participated in the Wind Festival this time, White Pine, Green Leaf, and Shadow Vine, the three traditional clans of the Clary elves have been flourishing in recent years. Among the new generation of elves, there are countless talented people, and the Congye clan is the most outstanding. The captain of the ranger is also inferior."

Cyril's long and pointed ears couldn't help but move. Such a clear analysis of the form of the elf clan is not often heard.

"Then what about you, Elf Exivan, is there anyone you can handle?" Ivo couldn't bear it even more, and argued aloud, "If I remember correctly, the Black Forest only swallowed an Exivan a few years ago." The Xivan Elf Clan, right?"

"You!" Aris' complexion changed, and he stood up against the table. Before he could speak, he heard Cyril say slowly, "Ivo, the Clary elves are thriving, and the Aishvan elves also have a lot of new blood. The Aris in front of you , is a first-class Pegasus knight, and besides that, near the Adelaide Sea, there is also a young elf with outstanding strength, I heard that she realized the true meaning of magic from nature?"

What Cyril said was the most outstanding young elf generation in the future, the three elf commanders known as the golden generation: Aris, the "walking golden sun" in front of him, Jenny, the "natural storm" by the sea of ​​Adlai , and Gru, the "Phantom Walker" in the "Shadow Vine Clan" mentioned by Aris.

Aris' complexion gradually became gentle, and he sat down again, and said, "Jenny will be happy to hear what you said."

However, Cyril ignored him and continued to educate Ivo: "Besides, isn't Miss Misha outstanding? Do you dare to say that? Miss Misha is also an Exivan elf. And me, look I, maybe my mother or father is an Axivan elf, so I am not half an Axivan elf? Can you say that I am not powerful?"

Aris' fist hidden under the table couldn't help but harden, and Ivo looked cautious: "It's true, I was negligent."

Aris still couldn't let go of his grudge against Cyril, and he was almost speechless all the way, only the sound of rain and the faint sound of the wings of the Pegasus ahead.Not long after, the carriage trembled slightly, and then Aris stood up, and Cyril knew that the location of the first match had arrived.

He opened the car door, jumped out of the car first, looked around, and found that they were on a cliff, the terrain was extremely high, and he could have a panoramic view of the large forest below.

But he immediately noticed that the sound of rain around him was still unabated, but not a drop of rain fell—so Cyril raised his head, only to find that he was under a huge tree canopy, and the top of his head was bright, all of which were wrapped around the branches of the tree Glowing plants.

tree of Life.

"Welcome to the territory of the Yingpu clan."

Aris' voice sounded behind him, and Cyril turned around, only to find that the latter was smiling smugly: "The venue for the first match was provided by our Yingpu clan."

Cyril nodded slightly. He looked into the distance, but saw several handsome elves standing on the top of the cliff, including Elandar and Memphela.

And behind them, there are a large number of elves watching - there are members of the Yingpu clan, and there are also clansmen brought by the participating elves.When the carriage pulled by four flying horses landed, a large number of Yingpu clan members shouted, and when Aris appeared in their sight, they cheered continuously.

"Aris! Bring us three flowers!" Someone shouted, and Aris turned around and responded, "What are three flowers? See if I bring you back five!"

"Bragging you, don't bring back even one!"

Compared with Aris's appearance of being quite loved by others, Cyril's side seemed much deserted-if the members of the Congye clan were here, maybe he could still get some cheers, but Elandar obviously did not Bring the extra clansmen here.

However, when he scanned the crowd, he unexpectedly found two or three figures wearing hoods—although their shapes looked similar to elves, one could guess from their dodging movements that they were definitely O'Santa Emma--

Cyril didn't pay much attention to what was behind him, he walked forward quickly.Seeing that they got off the carriage with Aris, the elf guards guarding the cliff did not stop them.But before Cyril reached the top of the cliff, he saw a figure coming towards him, and at the same time, a voice full of disgust sounded:

"Let me see, isn't this a little lord from a remote village? Who agreed to him coming here?"

Hobart O'Connor - he was the only one Cyril could think of taking the initiative to find fault with.As the representative of the staunch allies of the elves, he is naturally qualified to stand at the forefront and watch the game.

And a voice followed O'Connor's voice: "O'Connor, who are you talking about—what's the matter with this half-elf? Which clan? Who allowed him to come in?"

Cyril looked behind Hobart, but saw a tall elf striding towards him, while pointing at the guards by the cliff:

"What's the matter with you? Why did you let such an inexplicable person come here? Drive him back!"

The two elf guards guarding the side of the cliff hesitated for a moment, and were about to step forward to block Cyril back, but Aris stepped forward, blocked Cyril's body and said:

"Wait a minute, Saxon, you are not qualified to mobilize the guards of our Yingpu clan." He said, stretching out his hand to signal the two guards to retreat: "You guys, stand at your posts."

"As the organizer, I am of course qualified to maintain the order of the Mufeng Festival. Aris, I heard that you were beaten up by a white pine tree. Your legs and feet recovered quickly?"

The corners of the eyes of the elf called Saxon twitched twice, and his face was slightly menacing.

Aris's face turned blue, and he could only avoid talking about the pain points poked by Saxon, and instead asked: "I want to know, what did this half-elf do to disrupt the order of the Mufeng Festival? Or is it natural?" The temple has already made a decision to expel him from the field?"

"Heh, didn't you listen to what our staunch ally said, this half-elf is the lord of a human kingdom, he is not eligible to participate in our elf festival—"

"Saxon, I think he has the qualifications." A deep and comfortable voice sounded behind him.

"Ilandar, you?" Saxon turned his head and looked in disbelief at the elder of the Congye clan, "Heart of the Tree" Ilandar, who stood up to speak, and then narrowed his eyes: "It seems that our allies are right. Elandar, you have indeed chosen a new ally, are you looking for a retreat after losing the Elgin Forest?"

Before he finished speaking, his whole body rose up suddenly - the vines wrapped around his body, and Yilandar stood there with a piercing smile on his face, watching the vines strangle him all over his face Swollen, with a whoo-ho-ho sound from the mouth—

"Elandar, what are you doing? Let go of Saxon!"

The elves, who realized the chaos behind them, finally turned their heads to stop them.And Yilandar just glanced at it, and the vines dissipated naturally, throwing Saxon on the ground.

He looked at Saxon, who was holding his chest and panting violently, and said coldly:
"If you want to say these things, you are not qualified, let your father come."

He immediately raised his head and glanced at Cyril: "What are you waiting for? Come here."

Cyril hurriedly let go of the hilt of his sword and followed - he was ready to make a move, but he didn't expect Yilandar to help him resolve the crisis first.

(End of this chapter)