Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 433 Lake
"Are you alone? Don't be kidding, how can one person be able to crack the key props to purify the Black Forest?" Elsa almost cried out, which made Misha and others around turn their heads away. Come, one after another showed a look of surprise.

However, after a while, they turned back again, and Misha continued to pass orders to Atsk, while Elena spotted the weak point in the front line, raised her sword and rushed forward, bringing an ice-blue arc of light.

The only one who responded was Atsk, whose eyes were still fixed on the front, and he just took the time to reply: "Try to be as fast as possible, we can still support the attack of the spider group, but if there is a more terrifying monster arc, We are bound to fail."

"Understood." Cyril nodded slightly, then held down the sword at his waist, turned around and was about to walk down the hill, but was stopped by Caroline who crawled out of the tunnel and hurriedly climbed up the hill. is on.

"Cyril, take me with you!" Caroline hurried, almost hugging Cyril's thigh.

But how could Cyril let her succeed? He made this decision with complete consideration.At such a critical juncture, he chose to believe in his ability to read dungeons when he was a player and challenged dungeons alone, as well as his rich personal experience in exploring the ruins.

More importantly, he needs a sufficiently dangerous environment so that he can forcibly move towards the professional level under high pressure.

"You stay here honestly." Cyril wanted to sideways avoid Caroline, but the girl opened her arms, and at the same time Diana wrapped in a robe behind her did the same, blocking Cyril's way.She pursed her lips and said angrily: "Cyril, I just read that Diana's head has clues about the lake. If you don't take us with you, something will happen!"

"Clue?" Cyril was stunned for a moment, "Can't you just tell me?"

Caroline stomped her feet anxiously: "But, without me directing Diana, it's useless to tell you. It has something to do with taming animals and such a mess. I can't even understand it, and I don't know how to tell you. ah."

When she spoke, she was a little incoherent, as if she was about to burst into tears, and she kept gesticulating with her hands: "What kind of vines, what kind of sharks, whooping, can eat you in one bite! Anyway, anyway, you Take me with you!"

"Okay." Cyril had already understood what the girl wanted to express. It was nothing more than the fact that the people of St. Emma had dropped some monsters here, and Diana, who was a beast trainer, could easily defuse these threats.

It sounds like it is a wise choice to bring Caroline, but when you think about it carefully, who knows how many residual instincts Diana, who has not even reawakened the fire of the soul and her own consciousness, can have leftover instincts as a corpse? Are these threats neutralized?
The more important point is that the usual dungeon is fine, but the lake is an environment that Cyril himself is not familiar with. If Caroline encounters a crisis, will he have the ability to protect her?

He can't guarantee it.

"Elsa." He turned to look at the tree demon who was struggling with why the half-elf's subordinates didn't stop him from doing such a dangerous thing, "Please, control Caroline, she's harassing me. Very important."

"Understood." Elsa hesitated for a moment, then asked: "Don't you really choose to bring more people with you? Your subordinates, elves, and even me, no one will be afraid when facing the Black Forest... ..."

However, the half-elf boy had already picked up Caroline, ignored the girl's struggle, and placed her in front of the dryad, saying at the same time: "Sometimes it is more convenient for one person to do things than for many people to cooperate. .”

"But what if you fail?" The dryad couldn't understand his words. In her concept, fighting against the spread of the Black Forest must be something every forest ranger must do with all his might. Could it be done by one person?
"Then let me add another sentence." Cyril turned his head, looked at the aggrieved faces of the dryad and Caroline, and said seriously, "After choosing to do many things, there is no need to think about what happens. Especially when it comes to big things, because you have no other choice."

After he finished speaking, he strode forward under the puzzled gaze of the tree demon, and waved his hand backwards, as if surrounded by a breeze as he walked, he was gone in the blink of an eye.

And Elsa grabbed Caroline's struggling shoulders for a while, before whispering silently: "You...why don't you stop him, it's obviously such a ridiculous decision."

A gentle voice sounded behind her at the right time. She turned her head and saw the elf lady who was accompanying Cyril walking with a staff, her face was a little tired, and she answered her:

"Because the absurd things are with him, it may become very natural. The resonance of the tree of life, as well as the protection from Nora's highest level, the eternal natural brilliance, are enough to prove this. He is indeed a very magical people."

Then she paused, seeming to squint at Cyril's back, and muttered in her mouth: "As for wanting to know why... maybe come back to Siliki with us, and you will get the answer?"

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The distance between the battlefield and the lake was not too far. Cyril walked along a silver deer passing by the pit road and rode all the way to the lake, before patting the tired creature's buttocks and letting it go back to rest.

Is this... a rare lake in the Black Forest?
Cyril raised his eyes and looked forward. The area of ​​this unnamed lake was much larger than he thought. It was full of water as far as he could see. Only at the end of his eyes could he faintly see the island in the middle of the lake.

The windless water surface and the hazy sky make the vast lake in front of you look like a bright mirror, without the slightest waves or sparkling waves.If this is a quiet pool, it may still have a somewhat pleasing aesthetic feeling, but when it is presented on this wide lake, it is full of weirdness.

Underfoot is light white fine sand, so fine and white that it is incompatible with the black gravel a few meters away.He couldn't find the river that flowed into the lake, but the lake was full, and it seemed that if there was more, it would be able to wash up on the shore and not reach his calf.

Cyril looked down, the lake was crystal clear, and the fine sand spread like white snow led to the lake that he couldn't see.

"Wind of Recovery—"

He read softly, and the blue wind gushed out from behind him, ruthlessly raging on the lake.

But what responded to him was the still calm lake.

Cyril squinted his eyes and looked around, but couldn't find any material that might be used to make a boat. Obviously, he only had one choice left.

Launch.

"Water battle..." He recalled the water battle part of the game. For melee players, water battle is an indispensable part if they want to get benefits from those monsters that dive deep under the water.However, the oxygen in the game has clear numerical labels and prompts, and the controlled body is only a little slow in the water, which does not affect the movement too much.

But now he is in reality. Can this body, Cyril Adrian's body, adapt to the water battle environment?How much can you play underwater?
But Cyril didn't hesitate too much, and quickly put the "Hemer's Travel Clothes" in the space bracelet in the most convenient position-at any time, this cloak that can force invisibility is the best way for him to get out of trouble. Good help.

Then he took out the prop that he hadn't used for a long time from the bracelet:

"The Book of Heroic Spirits."

More than a month has passed since the last time I used the Book of Heroes.The cooling time for a single character in the Book of Heroes seems to be five days, which is enough time for him to summon the Spirit Knight five or six times.

Turning the pages of the book, only the Spirit Knight on the first page can be used by Cyril.He injected the magic power, and soon the spirit knight who was quietly leaning against the edge of the page, as if holding a sword against the wall, trembled, and then the spirit body condensed into a solid body in the air, and landed firmly on his side forward.

"Legion Commander, long time no see, I miss you very much. Spirit Knight Mrak, willing to serve you."

There was a faint silver light around the heroic armor, and the triangular pointed helmet pointed at Cyril following the bow of the spirit knight.Spirit Knight Mrak's tone was as calm as usual, but when he looked up at Cyril, he was a little more surprised:

"Legion Commander, I can feel that your aura is becoming stronger - it seems that you are going to make a breakthrough like the captain?"

"Captain? Are you talking about Etienne?" Cyril recalled the powerful leader of the Spirit Knight Legion.

"No, Lord Bright Flame Heart is our legion commander before you, and the captain is the leader of our formation. Clemens, I think you should have a chance to meet him soon."

Cyril nodded slightly. It is obviously not a wise move to entangle in such a meaningless topic.He immediately raised his long sword, and then softly shouted: "Follow me, Mrak."

"Yes, Legion Commander!" Murak replied loudly, and the big sword in his hand emerged, but when he looked at the lake behind him, the steps he was about to take just stopped——

"Legion Commander, are we going to cross this lake?"

"We're going to disturb this lake, Mrak, the spirit knight." Cyril said jokingly, "Could it be that you haven't studied water warfare?"

"No, of course not, we are proficient in any method of warfare, even air combat—but, Legion Commander, this lake is very strange." Mrak seemed to be in a tangle: "This breath is very familiar, I can feel the The sin that is almost overflowing under its calm and holy appearance is a very complicated and violent emotion. But this sacredness has no falsehood, it is the real holy thing-what stains this land Is it lake water? Legion commander?"

"Sacredness and evil coexist?" Cyril was a little surprised.

He was also wondering about the source of this lake, or that sentence, there shouldn't be such a source of water that can breed life in the Black Forest.The black forest is a symbol of Nora's negative emotions, that is, the power of destruction and death that is opposite to nature, eternity and life.

Being able to make the creatures in it mutate and change in a violent direction is the manifestation of its characteristics.

As for this lake and the black forest, Cyril has only one clue: "Gerjastaff's vase."

"That is a very famous character among the elves in this era, one of the leaders of the Aishvan elves in the early years of the era, she tried to endow her tears with a majestic life force, thereby activating the seeds of the tree of life. And The vase she used to hold her tears was Gerstaff's vase.

We believe it was this tainted treasure that fell into that lake, turning the forest into the Black Forest. "

Cyril still remembered how the dryad Elsa described it in this way. If it is derived from this point to associate, then the corresponding "sacred" part is the tears of Gerstaff.

And what corresponds to evil is the "pollution of the vase".

"Could it be that these lakes are all formed from the tears of that Exivan elf?"

This bold idea made Cyril couldn't help admiring, but he immediately denied it - if the vase is said to be polluted, how could the tears flowing out of it be so pure, transparent and holy?
Logically speaking, such a task should have a high-level NPC who can reveal a lot of clues for the player to reason about. However, there is no such benefit in reality.Cyril thought about waking up the gray god in the pendant on his chest, but the latter...a newborn god who couldn't even control his own strength, was like a blank sheet of paper, and it was impossible for him to know what happened at the beginning of this century.

"Legion Commander, you seem to have some clues?" Mrak asked at this moment, waiting quietly.

"No, Mrak, let's move forward, pay attention to the monsters that may exist at the bottom of the lake, this will not be an easy journey." Cyril said, and took the first step into the lake.

"Good ice." The temperature of the lake was lower than he had imagined.He had already taken off his robe and other things that would interfere with his swimming in the water, and his upper body was only wrapped by the bone breastplate, plus the necessary armor.

He clenched his long sword tightly and held his breath tightly the moment he entered the water.However, he soon discovered that he didn't seem to have to worry about the problem of underwater breathing—the necklace on his chest, which looked ordinary, lit up with a faint blue light at this moment, but it made him feel a gust of fresh air rushing into his nostrils.

At the same time, the wind element pool in his body was also calling for the wind, and the wind was coming towards him as if to form bubbles to envelop his head.This new way of applying the wind element surprised Cyril a little.

If you don't go into the water, you really don't know that you have so many ways to avoid water——

Cyril chose to save the power of the element pool. The bottom of the water is destined to be an environment where the wind element is missing, so he can only rely on his own wind element pool to supply magic power.

At this time, Mrak's voice sounded in his mind:

"Legion Commander, please pay attention, we seem to be being targeted by many things."

"Huh?" Cyril opened his eyes and looked around. The Wind Listening Technique doesn't work in the water, and his vision is also affected.

But immediately, he knew what the "thing" Mrak was talking about—

The fine sand under the feet raised a piece visible to the naked eye, as if something was passing through it quickly, and then an ice-blue thing broke out of the sand, entangled towards Cyril's ankle.

It was a monster brought by the people of St. Emma that I encountered in the Black Forest:
Ice Weeping Vine!
(End of this chapter)