Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 404 The Elven Bow Didus

Cyril followed closely behind Yilandar, and the latter slowed down for a beat before returning to normal speed until Cyril caught up. At the same time, his whispered words came:
"My immature ally, remember, I can't help you a few times, there are many pairs of eyes on me."

Cyril followed his pace, which was much longer than normal due to his tall and straight figure, and nodded slightly: "I understand."

"So you really can't send a second elf to participate in the competition?"

"Why don't you lend me Memphis again?"

"It's a good idea, I even want to take Ivo back."

"You take care of yourself. Ivo's strength is simply not enough to show his face in the archery competition at the Mufeng Festival, and I have never heard that the elf's bow has ever flattered a half-elf."

"But no half-elf can stand on this stage, can he?"

In Cyril's slightly relaxed voice, Yilandar let out a soft hum.

While the two were talking, they quickly approached the gathered elves, and then Yilandar took the lead to quicken his pace and returned to the crowd.

The expressions of the rest of the gathered elves changed slightly when they saw Cyril approaching them. Some elves were hostile and disgusted, while some elves who had been watching the fun whistled softly, and then someone shouted loudly:
"Half-elf, what luck!"

"But the heart of the tree was protecting you just now, don't lose your lord when you draw the bow later, hahaha!"

"Pull the bow? Are you saying that the half-elf also knows what archery is? Could it be that the Qingxinzi clan was so poor that they only had a little girl left, so they asked the half-elf to help them?"

Cyril heard these sarcasm words that meant far more than teasing, and his expression remained unchanged—it is normal for elves to have prejudice against half-elves.

On the contrary, Ivo, who was following him, lowered his head, his face turning blue and purple, because some of them were directed at him, to the effect that "the elf actually followed a half-elf? It's shameful" and the like.

But the topic didn't focus on them for a long time. As the green pine elf Saxon who had just been cleaned up by Yilandar returned to the formation behind him, teasing and laughing rang out one after another.When Saxon responded, he was mostly cheerful, and only when his eyes fell on Ilandar and Memphera, who were independent of the elves, did a trace of gloom appear on his face.

"The elves of Qingsong will take revenge, half elves, you have to be careful."

Cyril was observing the words and actions of the surrounding elves, but heard a soft sigh ringing in his ears.He turned his head sideways and saw a rather petite female elf wearing a veil, walking to his side accompanied by two tall male elves.Her hair color is not the usual golden color among elves, it is mixed with peach blossom-like pink, and the gold powder is really beautiful.

And it was this golden-pink long hair that made Cyril recognize her identity at a glance:
"Nature's Storm," Jenny.The only female commander among the three heroes of the golden generation of elves, although she is wearing a veil at the moment, and her voice is delicate and tender, she will be the elf commander with the most outstanding military exploits and the most kills under her men in the future.

Aris also walked up to Cyril's side at some point, and introduced aloud: "This is Jenny from the Haitao Clan, the 'young elf with outstanding strength' you admired; Jenny, this is to replace Misha The half-elf who came to compete, Cyril Adrian, praised you in the carriage."

"Oh, it's my honor." Jenny lowered her head slightly, the veil covered her face, and the viewing angle difference caused by her height prevented Cyril from seeing her face, "Then I wish Lord Adrian the next In the project, we can achieve good results."

As she spoke, her eyes turned to where Cyril came from.The elves who were still noisy just now also quieted down, and then they all bowed slightly in the direction they came from.

Cyril turned his head, but saw two elves in hoods wearing turquoise robes with hidden faces and robes walking towards them. The two were moving at an extremely strange frequency, probably Three steps forward, one step back.Cyril understood that these two people came from the Temple of Nature, and this strange pace probably represented some special ceremony.

But even so, the two walked extremely fast, and they were among the crowd in an instant.At this time, Cyril saw a slender wooden box between the two of them. The dark brown color looked quite inconspicuous, but the soft voices of the elves on the side had already revealed their identities:
"Didus, the Elven Bow—"

"despair!"

The wooden box was gently placed on the ground by two natural priests.

The surroundings became extremely quiet in an instant, and no one spoke any more, even the elves standing on the cliff and watching were silent.

All of a sudden, there was only the noise of the majestic falling raindrops outside the tree not far away.

"present."

In a somewhat hoarse voice, the two elves from the Temple of Nature slowly turned and knelt down, bowing to their backs.

And following their movements, Cyril was keenly aware that a green light flashed across the flourishing leaves above his head, and quickly slipped around the canopy——

This green light?It's very similar to the one on the Magic Plain——

"Nora, may the wind of nature last forever, may the source of life never cease, your loyal descendants follow in your footsteps, your believers spread your gospel..."

When Cyril looked at the green light, the prayers of elves suddenly sounded beside him.Cyril glanced away from the corner of his eye, but saw that the elves had lowered their heads slightly at some point, clasped their hands together in front of their chests, and prayed in a low voice.

And Ivo, who was beside him, realized that Cyril was still standing there stupidly, and quickly bumped Cyril with his elbow.But when Cyril reacted and did so, the prayer had come to an end, and Cyril only had time to say the sentence "Here, your people pray for the gift of your glory", and saw the elves raised their heads one after another. started.

The elves standing beside him cast some hostile gazes at him, and even Jenny, who had been kind to him just now, walked two steps away.Not far away, the voice of ridicule has sounded:
"A half-elf is a half-elf, don't you understand basic etiquette?"

"Maybe he wasn't a follower of Nora? He's a half-elf after all."

And the two elves of the Temple of Nature who kowtowed for a long time also got up at this time. They turned around numbly, and their eyes quickly swept across the dozens of elves standing on the cliff top.Obviously their faces were all hidden under the cloak, but Cyril felt vaguely that when their eyes rested on him, there was also a hint of hostility——

He took a deep breath and realized that he just made a mistake that is quite taboo for the elves, but the green light walking on the tree of life was so familiar, it reminded him of the time when Daonora activated the eternal tree. It's no wonder he has the power of the tree.

Cyril calmed down and watched the next actions of the two natural priests quietly, but saw that they bent over and opened the wooden box on the ground, and when they straightened up again, there was already a winding, pitch-black colored big bow.

This big bow lay horizontally in the hands of the leading natural priest. Standing in Cyril's position, one could clearly see the patterns carved on the bow, which still had a streamer-like color in the dimly lit environment. The black color proves that the material of this bow is extraordinary.

Didus, the bow of the elf, is at least epic level, and comes with two first-class and one-handy binding skills——

Even though the players hadn't witnessed the properties of this long bow, Cyril quickly made an assessment of the value of this bow based on his rich experience.

But he soon discovered that this big bow had no strings.

He looked at the natural priest behind him with his hands folded on his chest, and he didn't seem to have any intention of finding a piece of bowstring to put on the big bow.And the natural priest holding a big bow has already stepped forward, reached the sharp corner of the cliff, and then turned around, asking in a hoarse voice:
"Who will come first?"

The elves were quiet again, and then one person walked out from among the elves, it was the elf "Saxon" from the Qingsong clan.He strode up to the natural priest, bowed slightly to salute, and said:

"From the proud night walker who watches over the other side of nature, the loyal follower of Nora, Saxon."

The natural priest nodded dumbly, then handed over the big bow to Saxon with both hands, and then gave way to the sharp corner of the cliff, the hoarse voice sounded again from the crowd:
"We have placed the beacon in the forest below. Use your resonance to nature to open the bow, use your resonance to nature to shoot arrows, use your resonance to nature to guide your arrows, find the beacon, and hit it."

With his hands down, he stood beside Saxon.And Saxon took a deep breath, stood on the sharp corner of the cliff, facing the endless dark rainstorm ahead, and slowly raised the elf bow in his hand.

Then, he stretched out his other hand, as if simulating the action of drawing out an arrow, as if he really had an arrow in his hand.He slowly brought the arrow to the side of the elf bow, as if resting it on the string, and drew the bow back.

And following his action, a faint, turquoise string suddenly appeared at the bowstring position that was empty just now, together with the faintly visible cyan arrow in front of them, it appeared in front of everyone. !

"Natural resonance opens the bow, natural resonance shoots the arrow..."

At this time, Cyril finally understood the meaning of what the natural priest said, but at this time none of the elves dared to discuss it aloud. They stared at Saxon intently, but saw that the latter kept opening his bow, his arms were Gradually unable to maintain stability, a slight tremor appeared.

His breathing became louder and louder, and within a few seconds it was like a beating bellows, and his arms were trembling even more. Finally, he let out a loud cry, and the hand that drew the bow suddenly let go, and the turquoise arrow The arrow flew forward and disappeared into the rain in the blink of an eye.

Saxon kept his bow and stared blankly ahead. After a few breaths, he heard a sigh from the natural priest beside him:

"pity."

"Thank you."

He seemed to have lost all the strength in his body, his tall body swayed, and he almost fell to the ground, but he still managed to hold on, and returned the bow of the elf to the hands of the natural priest with both hands respectfully, and then walked towards the elf with great weakness them.

Immediately, two guards from the Qingsong clan ran out of the crowd, supported Saxon, and carried him back to the cliff——

"Is it so strenuous to draw a bow?" Cyril wondered, he didn't even feel the fluctuation of magic power, and he didn't know what made Saxon exhausted until he touched the bow himself—

You must know that although the latter looks like being beaten by Elandar, Elandar's own strength level far exceeds that of all the elves present - most of them have not advanced to the "professional level", but Elandar Randall's strength is above the professional level.

Cyril reckoned that Saxon might be better than himself in terms of strength on paper.

Of course, actual combat is another matter.

On the cliff behind him, the elves of the Qingsong Clan cheered.Cyril was still puzzled, but he heard an elf beside him whispering:
"The Saxon that the Qingsong Clan has been blowing for so long, looks nothing more than that in actual combat. The arrows are far away. How can they deserve to be cheered?"

"It's your first time to participate in the Mufeng Festival? Ordinary elves can't even summon the arrows and strings of that bow, let alone shoot it. Didn't you hear the priest say 'it's a pity'? This shows that Saxon's arrow is not far from the beacon, and his strength can be imagined if he can find the arrow's path in the heavy rain."

"I see……"

Cyril suddenly realized.He stood on tiptoe to look for Yilandar, but found that the latter had disappeared long ago. He only saw Memphel standing alone outside the crowd with his arms folded.

"Ivo, go and accompany Memphela. By the way, ask her which time she will come." He sent an order to the elf behind him, and Ivo quickly passed through the crowd and walked towards Memphela.

"I didn't expect Saxon to have such abilities..." Aris' exclamation sounded from beside Cyril. Cyril turned his head to look, but saw Aris's face with a bit of admiration: "Qingsong Clan In recent years, the interaction with the outside world has been so active, and the tribe can still have such a natural heart, tsk tsk..."

"Next one, are you going?" Cyril bumped him with his elbow, and the latter shook his head and said, "I don't have the confidence to do better than Saxon now, and I don't intend to embarrass myself behind him."

"You are really straightforward." Cyril praised sincerely.

"What about you? When will you go? If you are sure, I suggest you go now. The Qingsong Clan and you have made a feud. You have done what their representatives failed to do. That scene is interesting to think about." Aris said excitedly, even rubbing his hands excitedly.But his words immediately attracted the attacks of the elves around him:
"Come on? A half-elf who doesn't have a god of nature in his heart, I'm afraid that if he holds that bow, it will jump out of his hand!"

"I bet a year's green peach dew, he can't draw this bow!"

Aris was furious: "Fart, I bet a Pegasus, he is definitely better than this Saxon!"

Seeing that the quarrel intensified, it was almost about to rise to the dispute between Clary and the Aishvan elves, but the three words of the natural priest in front of him made everyone quiet again:

"next."

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a figure walking out of the crowd.

Straight to the top of the cliff.

　I feel that the writing level of the last few chapters is not right? The bridge is old?
　　Should need some adjustments...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)