Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 451 Final Match
"He walked under the beginning, he looked at the wilderness, so the forest was dense; Encouraging the wind to spread farther..."

The sound of chanting was faint and faint under the leaf, and the high priest of the Temple of Nature held up the scepter in his hand, ordering the extension of the beam of light.The congratulatory words in his mouth continued, and the faces of the elves who listened to this congratulatory speech also showed solemn expressions.

This resonance from the high priest Selamanda is completely different from the resonance experienced by Cyril.He felt the surging natural power from the turquoise leaf light and the wind of ethereal chants, bathed his whole body in it, and even felt that his own strength had been slightly improved.

There is no doubt that this is not simply the tree of life resonance.

It's the protection of the gods.

It's just that compared to Miss Misha's divine protection, the level this time is undoubtedly much lower, and it is impossible for so many elves to see Nora appear.

But for Cyril, who had enjoyed that level of protection from the gods, this kind of power blessing was a bit dull.This short eulogy ended quickly, and the brilliance of the tree of life also dissipated.

The elves bowed to Selamanda again, and Selamanda slowly put down the long stick that was held high, and said softly with a tired face: "May the brilliance of nature be with you forever. Now, let the great Nora Witness the glory of his descendants."

After Selamanda finished speaking, she stepped back slowly, while the surrounding natural priests had already surrounded them, forming a barrier around the square.

"The rules are simple, one-on-one, come forward voluntarily."

The voice of the natural priest had just finished, when he saw a thin and tall figure walking towards the center among the elves.

"The first one to take the stage is Cyril Adrian from the Qingxinzi clan. He won... what in the previous competition?" Er's deeds, when he was chanting about Cyril's achievements, he suddenly got stuck, and then coughed violently, "Ahem, cough, two, twenty flowers? Is there a mistake in the record?"

His appearance caused the elves to laugh, but soon someone in the venue walked up from the other side and stood opposite Cyril.

Cyril pressed the hilt of the sword at his waist, and looked at the first elf who stopped in front of him with some surprises. His golden-red flowing long hair was dancing in the wind, causing many girls from the Yingpu clan to scream. .

The golden sun that walks, Aris.

"Didn't expect me to be the first?" Aris smiled self-deprecatingly, and then drew out his sword—his sword was longer and heavier than ordinary one-handed swords, like It was a big sword shrunk down by one size—then the tip of the sword pointed towards Cyril, "You have given up the limelight in front, and I will not give up the glory of the last ring."

He was expecting some decent response from Cyril, but the latter just gave a soft "oh", and then took out a long sword from the space bracelet and held it in his hand.

"Then let's get started."

Cyril felt the rubbing of the sword hilt in his palm.His usual Unnamed Sword is still hanging on his waist, and now he only has a spare sword in his hand.

"You don't use that sword?" Aris couldn't help frowning at this moment after walking with Cyril for so many days, and he was already very familiar with the weapons that Cyril usually used.But just as he questioned, a sea of ​​blue had completely filled his vision.

He was taken aback, and raised his sword to resist, but the cyan wind blade had already blasted on the edge of his sword unreasonably.He couldn't even hold his own sword, he could only watch the long sword fly away——

And Cyril's sword was already in front of his neck.

"you lose."

The pair of pale green eyes declared his failure without any emotion. Aris was stunned for a while, then sighed, took two steps back, turned around, picked up his sword, and retreated out of the square.

The reaction of the audience was slower than that of Aris. It was not until Aris left the square that bursts of exclamation burst out: "Are you kidding me? That's Aris, who can't even take a sword?"

"Isn't the gap too big?"

At the elders' table, Isidore, the patriarch of the Yingpu clan, looked ugly, but the elders beside him did not laugh, only Yilandar put his hands on his shoulders with some sympathy: "Don't be surprised, how could he It is said that he is also a freak who purified the Black Forest by himself..."

It didn't take long for Yixi to let out a sigh, and shook his head, "I don't know who his parents were, a half-elf who is less than 20 years old, can break through to the professional level... Even a human genius can't do this, right? "

"It's rare." Ellandar narrowed his eyes slightly.

"But he's your ally, isn't he?" Isidor said with a chuckle, "Oh...it seems that our Aris and his relationship...is not bad?"

Yilandar put his hand on his chin, quietly looked at the ongoing battle below, and replied after a while: "I'm only now sure that my original choice was right."

Cyril has completely shown a crushing attitude. Only now does he know how much the strength increase brought by breaking through the professional level is too much-it is definitely not a change in the panel and skills, but the power and strength that the wind element can bring to him. The speed bonus is terrifyingly high, otherwise he wouldn't be able to hit Aris instantly with a straight sword.

That is already the gap between the river and the stream.

Among the three golden masters of the future elves, only Gru has broken through the professional level and can talk to him on the same level.But Grew was absent instead.

It is said that after the game, they rushed back to the clan land of the Yingteng clan to bury the clansmen who died in the Black Forest.

Under such circumstances, the remaining elves are not his all-in-one enemy.Encouraged by the words of the high priest, most of them still retained the consciousness of resistance, but they were cleared by Cyril not long after.

Standing in the field, only the Saxon of the Green Pine Clan and the mage of the Green Tower, Lewis Zimmerman, were left behind him.

Saxon felt the gaze of the half-elf boy fall on him, he hesitated for a moment, and was about to draw out the elf saber at his waist and stepped forward, but the staff behind him blocked his way:
"He is from Amasir. Logically speaking, this should belong to the jurisdiction of our O'Connor family, so leave it to me."

Zimmerman's words made the Saxon, who was about to retreat, retreat quickly, and Zimmerman himself lifted the hood of his robe, revealing his human appearance, and stood opposite Cyril.

"From Lord Cyril Adrian, the lord of Siliki in the northeast, on behalf of the O'Connor family, I offer you my sincere respect." Zimmerman looked at the half-elf boy in front of him—this seemed to be his first time Looking directly at each other, and his too young appearance also made him jump.

Cyril secretly felt that something was wrong - from Zimmerman's performance, he couldn't see any hostility from the O'Connor family, but it seemed to be... to curry favor with him?
"Your Excellency Zimmerman of the Green Tower." Cyril thought for a moment, and returned a salute, "The Green Tower shines on Amasir, thank you for protecting Amasir."

"This is all arranged by Lord Duke O'Connor." Zimmerman replied with a smile, "We have witnessed your outstanding performance in the forest. During the debriefing, I will propose to Lord Duke O'Connor, Before your Majesty mention your name—”

"I appreciate your kindness, but there is no need to let the Duke of O'Connor do it for you. I have already asked my subordinates to write a report, and I think it will be sent to Solconan in August." Cyril replied with a smile, "Of course, I will also truthfully report the performance of the O'Connor family in the forest against the O'San Emma—"

He watched Zimmerman's expression sink quickly, and the tree trunk from the Qingpine clan cast a bad look on his head.However, the trunks of the O'Connor's Amasir Nature Guard and the Siliki City Guard were extremely close, so Cyril heard Caroline's dissatisfied voice:

"Hey, why are you staring at us? Just wait and see the old man in your family be beaten to the ground by Cyril, pfft—" She even made a big grimace, which made the eldest son of the O'Connor family almost order the beating directly.

"It seems that Earl Adrian doesn't think much of the Duke's kindness?" Zimmerman narrowed his eyes slightly and lowered his voice.

"Indeed, I don't think that an old man who is about to die and has made no achievements during his tenure can win my respect. My respect is only dedicated to the responsible Green Tower and Mr. Zimmerman. Was it built by Lord Duke Na?"

Zimmerman choked. Cyril's words made him uncomfortable and comfortable. The other party seemed to put the Green Tower above the O'Connor family. This attitude undoubtedly made him very useful.

After all, the Green Tower has received less and less funds from the O'Connor family in the past ten years, and in the eyes of Duke O'Connor, it seems that the status has also decreased...

"Don't feel like I'm belittling the Duke, I'm afraid you don't know to tell you that Amasir's financial income has continued to decline year after year. It is well known to Solkonan's ministers that it has continued to decrease by five years compared to 30 years ago. One part." Cyril said, and slowly pulled out the nameless sword he was familiar with, and then continued: "Your Excellency Zimmerman, I would like to advise you, a good bird should choose a tree to live in."

Zimmerman was fascinated by the words before him, but Cyril's last words undoubtedly woke him up, he immediately raised his staff and said sharply: "Count Adrian, some words cannot be said casually. "

"Your Excellency Zimmerman is going to fight me here?" Cyril was still unhurried, "But the regulations of the Mufeng Festival—"

"Your Excellency Zimmerman is a devout believer of Lord Nora, so I allow him to appear on the stage instead of the elf." At this moment Saxon hurriedly appeared and said.

He didn't know that what he said caused his father Grover the Deep Root to receive a bunch of strange looks from the elders above, but Grover could only bite the bullet and let his son mess around.

"Where is the priest?" Cyril turned his eyes to Selamanda who had already boarded the tree of life, but found that the latter was looking at him with a smile, and said slowly: "I think... maybe Nora Grown-ups will love to see a good match."

Good guy, so you came to see a good show.

Cyril's evaluation of Selamanda dropped a notch in his heart, but he still raised the long sword in his hand.

He himself does not reject such a battle, or in other words, he wishes for a professional-level expert to "sharpen his knife" for himself——

Zimmerman's staff was erected in front of him, and there was no sound of spell singing, and Cyril could hear the ground rumbling under his feet.The soil under the stone brick broke out in an instant, as if it was going to turn into a cage to trap Cyril here.

The fourth-ring spell Earth prisoner technique is not very difficult, but the problem is that it needs a long time of guidance-but now in the hands of Zimmerman, it seems to be an instant spell.

But Cyril was not in a hurry. If there were a thousand fighter players in his previous life, then the number of mage players would have to add a zero after this number.

He had already understood Zimmerman's intention the moment Zimmerman raised his staff—if it was a normal earth mage, he would choose to connect with landslides, thunderbolts, etc. Highly lethal spells, but Zimmerman is good at elemental spells!
When facing a strong enemy, no one will take risks and choose a method that they are not good at, especially a mage who has lived in the mage tower for a long time and lacks combat training!

He allowed the earthen cell to stand upright, and the earthen cage erected in an instant also isolated Cyril from the audience's sight.

Zimmerman was not at all surprised by this scene. He uttered a few short singing syllables, and then the ground under his feet turned into a huge humanoid earth element.The strong arms and the heavy yellow sand around them announced the majestic power of this body, and then, the four or five meter tall giant rushed towards the earthen cage.

Its terrifyingly long legs rushed to the front of the cage in two steps, its arms were raised high like a blacksmith's hammer, and it was about to smash towards the cage below. Even the house and people are buried alive below!

Everyone in Siliki clenched their fists, and even Leonardo panicked for no reason—he knew that Cyril's strength must be impressive, but how could such a pure earth elemental giant possess such power? Can a young man who just broke through the professional level compare?
"Count Adrian, what about your resistance? Let me see your struggle!" Zimmerman roared.The fists that had already accumulated the earth element fell down at this moment, like a meteor passing through the sky, the sound of breaking through the air startled the surrounding bushes to rustle, but there was still no sound in the cage!
Adrian!

The hearts of the audience were almost lifted, watching helplessly as the giant fists were about to smash the cage and the people under it to pieces——

But suddenly, there was a scream:

"Look, behind him!"

Zimmerman suddenly felt a chill behind his back, and then, something cold seemed to stick to his neck.

He glanced back from the corner of his eye, only to see a strand of gray-brown hair fluttering.

(End of this chapter)