Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 407 Otik, the Holy Judgment of Glory!

Countless elves looked up at this moving scene. The turquoise leaves were washed by the breeze, and their vibrating voices interweaved into melodies, which were broken and did not form a rhythm, but every pulsating note made them want to Worship:
"The resonance of the tree of life? The reproduction of Nora's Gospel?"

The minds of the elves were almost filled with these two words. According to legend, Nora's most sincere believer was able to make the tree of life resonate, greatly increasing its power.It is undoubtedly a very lucky thing for an elf to be able to see the resonance of the tree of life once in his life——

But it was really because of the difficulty of this matter that most of the elves watching from behind hated their teeth itching!
Why did it resonate not with me, nor with my partners around me, let alone those famous elves——

But a half-elf!

They looked at the tall and straight figure of the half-elf holding a bow standing between the cliffs, and the face that made the elves go crazy and jealous when they turned their heads slightly. Bathed in the sacred natural light, the complicated emotions in their hearts were all over the place. It was almost overflowing, but in the end it could only be turned into a sentence of "Nora on top—" and then sincerely kowtowed.

But soon, they couldn't even make a sound of exclamation.

Because the half-elf opened his longbow—his bow-holding posture looked ridiculous and nondescript in front of those elite archers. If it was during training, he might be punished by the instructor to maintain the bow-holding posture for ten hours.

But the longbow opened and the bright arrows pierced the clouds smoothly, as if telling them that the bow should be drawn like this, and the arrow should be shot like this.

And Cyril didn't care about the emotions of the elves behind him, his vision had completely turned into green, and the bow of Didus infinitely magnified his resonance with nature, allowing his consciousness to connect with the tree behind him in an instant. The integration of natural elements is linked, and the mind has been completely immersed in it.

In the line of sight where the turquoise is the main theme, his consciousness is pinned on the arrow flying in the rain, and a chant sounded quietly by his side:

"Its name is Otik, which means splendor, which means piercing, which means infinite light. It blooms from the sky, its brilliance breaks the dawn, it pierces the clouds, its light pierces the dark hall; it is the splendor of nature , which is the edge of nature..."

The natural priests chanted in unison, and the moment the chant began, the surging magic power agitated on the magic circle not far behind Cyril.

Even if Cyril couldn't look back to see what kind of spell model was built on the magic circle at this time, he could clearly perceive the magnificence of that magic power, and that bright brilliance was like that in the world of natural resonance. The sun of the world radiates the whole world with incomparable gentleness, but people have no choice but to kowtow to it——

"The soul burns to silence."

Cyril calmed down. The undead ability from the second panel had already taken over his brain. He was clear about his mission: to find the so-called "Deep Serpent" Trija who had Gru's remaining arrows for that huge magical power. Ang's projection, so that the arrow hits it, as a brand new beacon!

"bring it on!"

The turquoise meteor whizzed across the sky above the forest, and every bit of blue light below it was its acceleration boost. It seemed that it would never tire, never fall, and gave Cyril extremely keen feedback, following his Consciousness Shuttle——

"Where is it? Where is the arrow left by Gru!"

He is looking for the natural fault, looking for the culprit that makes the natural light fear.But this time is not like the last time, he didn't know where his consciousness "recovered" at that time, he just ran forward blindly; but this time he started from the cliff, and in front of him was a world that was even more vast than that .

"Hey, where is it? Answer me!"

Cyril growled in a low voice, as if responding to his words, he felt a sudden cyan light behind him, followed by repeated sounds of "Boom!", "Boom!", and "Boom!" next to his ears.He couldn't help but look back, but saw that the turquoise ocean below suddenly began to fluctuate crazily, and then beams of light "broke through the water" from below, connecting the sky and the earth, and rushed to his place in an instant. In front of you!
The beams of light may be high or low, thick or thin, and the surge of natural power seems not to be enough to keep them for a long time, but they are like light spots marked on a map, laying a path for Cyril one by one. line of the line.The arrow chased after that direction, and he vaguely heard the mournful sound that he had heard before—it was the mournful cry of the trees, it was a natural lament, and the tearing sound was also mixed in it!

And the beam of light that was rising straight ahead suddenly stagnated, as if it had hit some barrier, and then became more manic—or an angry voice exploded in the ear at this moment, and then the beam of light split into two parts. Two, spread out to both sides at a more violent and rapid speed!
"Do Do Do Do Do!"

The beam of light extending horizontally went beyond the range of Cyril's field of vision almost instantly. Although the light was fleeting, a monster's body was clearly outlined in Cyril's mind—— It is beyond the reach of people's sight, and its height is higher than that of the natural beams of light rising from the sky.It seems to be wriggling forward, and every time it moves forward, it devours a piece of green nature——

But in it, there is another faint green light that is almost invisible, but is stubborn enough to keep the last afterglow!
"Got you!"

Cyril's consciousness extended forward in an instant, hooked into it, the arrow that was about to dissipate, and then concentrated all the power on his own arrow!

The natural ocean is tumbling, and it seems to be pushed up by huge waves, drawing the most brilliant arc in the air.

And then into that nothingness.

"Sacrificing adults!"

Cyril suddenly opened his eyes, turned his head and shouted—he was almost stunned the moment he shook his head, because on the shaking tree of life behind him, a beam of light pierced through the dark clouds and went straight to the sky.

And from the corner of his eye, the forest in front of him was also included in his sight-the afterglow of the beam of light that had not yet fallen was flickering, all the way forward, it seemed that the road left by Moses divided the sea, clearly guiding the direction.

But his absence only lasted for a short moment, and then he changed the target——

Because the entire bodies of the six natural priests were completely covered by natural light, making it almost impossible to distinguish their human shapes, and the sound of surging magic power almost blasted through his eardrums before the cliff, making him unable to help but recall again. Turn your head and look forward.

The originally pitch-black rain curtain has become like daylight, and a blue light shines from the giant that appears out of thin air in the sky.It radiates gently to the surroundings, but people have to look at it——

It was a throwing spear, its size was beyond description in words, it spanned most of the sky in sight, and the tip of the spear was slowly rotating at this moment, heading straight for the road woven by the natural afterglow.

But at the end of the road, due to the distance, the shape of the arrow could no longer be distinguished, and only a group of green light spots could be seen. Compared with the giant in the sky, it was so tiny that it was outrageous.

But it happened to be such a tiny one, which was jumping up and down at this moment, leaving wandering light and shadow in the air.And a gigantic body twisted up and down with the green light, and gradually appeared in front of everyone——

"The Serpent of the Deep, Trigaon—"

Cyril couldn't help sighing, that gigantic body seemed to be able to push the forest through it, if it rolled over the forest a few times, there would be a big gap in the vast blue in front of it.

However, this is just an illusion—its entity is still hidden in the depths of the Adelaide Sea, and it has not appeared in the world even after 30 years.

The long chant behind him was coming to an end, and the misty words became clear again at this moment, the spear in the air trembled violently, and the blue light that seemed to dance like a flame was lit up around his body.And the phantom of the giant in the distance seemed to be aware of its existence, and twisted even more crazily, but the magnitude of its twisting at this moment was not as good as before, and finally became motionless, trembling——

"Nora, give the world chaos, give the world filth, hereby request—"

"Otik, Holy Order of Light!"

The neat chant came to an abrupt end at this moment, and a blast sounded in the air that made the entire forest tremble.Cyril's eyes hadn't even reacted - even though he had been staring at the turquoise spear, but at that moment, the spear disappeared.

The cyan streamer, like a dead sun, crashed down.

People can only see the trail it left behind across the air. It seems that there is a void that has been completely wiped away by people. The green force of nature boils in it, tearing up the dark clouds and revealing the blue sky.

And below this piece of blue——

The long snake writhed in pain, but finally lowered its proud head with a mournful howl.

The throwing spear pierced through it from seven inches deep into the ground, nailing it to death.And as the spear penetrated, countless spikes of green light gushed out from the boiling forest, piercing its body from all directions, tearing it into pieces.

The Serpent of the Deep, Trigaon's giant phantom, was shattered.

Farce ends——

Cyril lowered his head and saw that his hand holding the longbow tightly had grazed his palm due to excessive force.He smiled, and the wind of nature rushed over in an instant, smoothing out the wound at once.

He turned his head and looked at the natural priests whose light and shadow gradually receded. He was about to hand back the longbow in his hand when he suddenly remembered something.

While the natural priests hadn't recovered, he secretly raised the bow in his hand again, closed his eyes for a moment, and then walked towards the elf priest who had escaped from the light and shadow.

"Master Sacrifice." He bowed slightly, and handed Didus, the elf bow, with both hands.However, the natural priest did not show any signs of depression after launching such a large-scale magic.

He looked at the unknown half-elf boy in front of him, paused for a moment, and suddenly bowed deeply, putting a hand on his shoulder—this is one of the most sincere etiquettes for elves.

"Are you—" Cyril was puzzled, but he saw that the remaining five priests also bowed to him, and they all presented such high-standard etiquette.

"Without Your Excellency's natural resonance, we might be drained by this spell."

The natural priest quickly raised his head, with a wry smile on his face: "It is the resonance of the tree of life that you triggered, providing us with a steady supply of magic power, it can be said that it saved the lives of six of us—the resonance of the tree of nature , I never expected to see it once in my lifetime..."

"You have proved to us with your actions that Nora is indeed selflessly sharing nature with every creature."

"Didn't you believe it before?" Cyril asked with a smile.

And the other party replied cleverly: "Elves are proud."

Cyril nodded lightly: "Actually, it's not that Nora shared nature with every creature."

"Oh?"

"It's Nora who put nature there, and didn't set any authority, allowing every creature to watch it, whether you go or not, it's there." Cyril raised his hands again, and moved the long The bow was handed to the natural priest again.

But the other party seemed to be stunned, he raised his head slightly, and watched the rain curtain recede at some time, and the sky returned to the blue sky, intertwined with the green of the natural tree whose green light had not completely faded, as if the two This is so apt.

"Whether you go or not, is it there... taught."

He sighed softly, and then took the longbow from Cyril's hand. The moment his fingers touched the longbow, he suddenly let out a doubtful sound, and then looked at Cyril with a funny smile on his face.

"Half-elf, can you tell me your name?"

And Cyril saluted again, and replied in a low voice: "Cyril Adrian, from Siliki in the northeast of Amasir, represents the Qingxinzi clan to participate in the Mufeng Festival."

Cyril watched the smile on the face of the natural priest getting bigger and bigger, and finally he turned around suddenly, raised the big bow in his hand, and shouted loudly:

"From the Qingxinzi clan, Cyril Adrian, the arrow he shot hit the beacon we left behind, hitting the bull's eye!"

His voice was delivered steadily to the elves under the transmission of the wind of nature.Those elves who are still anxious at this moment should be amazed by the resonance of the tree of life, the green beam of light rising into the sky, or the spear piercing through the sky; or the elves who are jealous because all these are led by a half-elf , at this moment Qiqi was stunned——

Then everyone made an incredible sound of shock:
"In the end, what happened!"

Aris had already collapsed on the horse's back at some point, his face was stiff, and he was looking at Jenny face to face at this moment.But then the two turned their heads together in a very tacit understanding, and they saw the stinky faces left by the Saxon of the Aoba clan who was turning around and retreating, and his human partner—the guy who seemed to be the son of the Duke.

Bernard of the White Pine Clan had no expression on his face, just whispered a few words, and then exited together with a group of people wrapped in cloaks.

At the corner of the crowd, Memphela had a smug smile on his face for some reason. She glanced at Ivo who was so shocked that he could put a fist in his mouth, and then reached out and slapped him hard on the back, almost slapping him. Take a picture of the cliff.

Gru stood behind the priests with his arms folded, and cast his eyes on the half-elf. After receiving the reply from the other party's eyes, he nodded slightly, then turned and retreated down the cliff.

At this time, the natural priest didn't know whether to say that the half-elf was smart enough, or that his strength was really amazing - he didn't even notice when the other party re-controlled the arrow to shoot at the beacon.

"Nora, such an astonishing thing... If there is anything better than today, I am afraid it is only the highest level of natural protection a few days ago."

He couldn't help sighing softly, "That seems to be from the Elgin Forest? Huh?"

His expression suddenly changed, and he looked at the half-elf with an increasingly frightened expression: "Wait a minute, I would like to ask, have you been to the Elgin Forest more than a month ago?"

And Cyril's face froze, and then put on a mysterious smile.

He sacrificed to nature, raised a finger, and put it between his lips:
"Please keep it a secret."

　Nora, the first part of the Wind Festival is over!How do you feel?

　　
　
(End of this chapter)