Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 420 Walking with Risk

The cold wind above the head rolled over the few remaining leaves, making a shrill scream.The low and dry shrubs around were constantly rattling, causing the night watchmen to carry their magic lamps and want to go to check, but they were afraid that the monsters that suddenly emerged would drag them into it and devour them. do.

There are several magic lamps hanging high in the main tent, illuminating it thoroughly.Miss Elf's long golden hair was wet with sweat and stuck to her forehead.Her palms were pressed tightly against the belly of the redhead lying flat on the cot, her eyes closed and her expression painful.

This is an unknown round of treatment for Schell's injury.Visceral wounds are pierced through, bleeding is severe, and these are trivial things to the healing power of nature.

But the key is the magic power left by Alvin's tentacles, just like the ice crystals that repeatedly trapped Leonardo, repeatedly wounding Shell's body.This is the real reason why Misha and Cyril took turns to treat them for a long time.

But at this moment, there was finally a slight improvement. When Cyril lifted up the tent and walked into the tent, Elena and Caroline were wiping the sweat of Schell and Misha respectively.

And Miss Misha leaned back against the bed, showing a somewhat weak smile to Cyril.

"The power he left behind has finally been consumed, at least he won't torture Miss Shell any more in a short time."

"Thank you for your hard work," Cyril said.Compared with his amateur "milk ride", Miss Misha's healing ability is more professional, so most of the time it is Misha who contributes.

"It's a pity that Mia is not here." Misha sighed softly, "I am not specialized in healing. If it were her, water spells can better target internal injuries like this." She said, again He glanced worriedly at the drowsy Sher, and said in a low voice, "We don't have much time, we have to find the Temple of Nature in three days at the most, otherwise Sher might..."

Cyril nodded silently, and Schell was still in a "critically ill" state.But three days - the third ring tactical competition often takes three to five days, this time is a bit too tight for them.

Maybe...they should give up this link and choose to leave the Black Forest now?Anyway, they can be regarded as causing a certain amount of interference to the people of Aoshengemma. If the casualties are like this at the beginning, there is no possibility of winning the first place...

He was thinking to himself, but he heard the tent raised behind him, followed by Leonardo's voice: "Adrien, is it convenient for us to chat?"

Cyril turned his head, the wandering knight still hadn't taken off his helmet, but his voice was unusually stable, without the slightest emotional fluctuation - before that, Leonardo sat alone for three or four hours, I don't know what he was thinking.

He stood up and quickly followed Leonardo out of the tent.In the silent night, he could clearly hear his iron boots trampling on dry grass, and the sound of his heavy breathing under the mask.

Cyril couldn't help but said: "Leonardo, don't blame yourself too much for Schell's injury, choose the big sword..."

"Choosing the great sword is choosing to walk with risks." Leonardo said, "Every time the sword is drawn, the warrior who chooses the great sword is ready to die. I believe she thinks so too."

He paused for a while, turned back to face Cyril, then stretched out his hand, took off his helmet, and clamped it under his ribs, revealing the picture that Cyril hadn't seen for a long time and had been hiding on his face. The face under the armor.

"Adrien, I can conclude that the key to taking down the ice octopus is not me or Shell, but you."

"It's up to me?" Cyril was stunned for a moment, not expecting that Leonardo had been thinking about how to defeat Alvin.

"How did you do it? Tricked Alvin Bridges into thinking you were on the right side of his body, but actually on the left side—" Leonardo gestured with his hands, as if I also saw Cyril appearing in the opposite direction of Alvin's offensive, "Although he had some scruples and did not exert his full strength, there is no doubt that your offensive method can threaten Alvin better than ours. arts."

"But there is still a prerequisite, that is to break through the professional level - only standing on the same level, you can pose a real threat to him."

"Breakthrough...professional level?"

Cyril felt a little embarrassed. What he relied on before was actually a routine use of the PK skills of later generations of rogues, misleading the opponent through his own actions and making predictions, so as to launch an attack from the direction of the opponent's negligence.

The difference is that the game relies on illusion-like skills, but what he uses is just the magic fluctuation caused by the shadow world.

But now he has to rely on his ability to break the situation, and more importantly, the hard target, he seems to be far from enough.

But Leonardo's other word caught his attention even more:
"You said he was scruples and didn't use his full strength? What is he scruples about?"

He suddenly realized some things he had overlooked: this is the Black Forest, and the sound of some Amarans charging attracted a large group of giant spiders, so if they fight with all their strength, what kind of monsters will they attract? ?
Or, does Alvin know something terrible is hidden in this forest?

He couldn't help being even more thankful that he chose to retreat at that time, instead of fighting to the death with the people of St. Emma—if that was the case, he might be wounded by the monsters who heard the news after they fought with the people of St. Emma. devour.

Leonardo didn't know that the young man was thinking so much at once. He was about to continue to exchange some ideas with Cyril, when he suddenly heard a rush of footsteps behind him.He put on his helmet again and looked there, but it was Chloe, the captain of the archers, who came running in small steps, before he even had time to salute, he had already opened his mouth and said:

"My lord, the sentry we deployed on the west side smelled an extremely pungent rancid smell, and then found that the nearby forests were eroded by purple acid, should we..."

"Randid smell? Acid corrosion?" Cyril came back to his senses, and couldn't help but twitch his eyelids when he heard these two key words-whether it is a large monster or a small monster, a group monster or a solitary monster, it can fight poison Relationships are never easy to deal with.What's more, according to Chloe's description, the strength of this venom is not low——

"How far is the distance?"

"About... two kilometers?" Chloe quickly replied.

"Prepare to evacuate immediately." She saw her lord quickly return to the camp. After a while, the magic lights of each tent were lit up, and almost everyone began to pack their bags. In just a few minutes, the camp was almost empty. Nothing, everyone has lined up.

"My lord, what's the situation?" Azik asked anxiously.

"Which direction is closer to the plain?" Cyril asked back.

"Southwest."

"Then let's go southwest, right away, don't get caught up in things."

(End of this chapter)