Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 452
The moment Zimmerman noticed that Cyril was approaching his side, although he couldn't help but panic in his heart, the staff in his hand was immediately covered with a layer of khaki-yellow light, and he was about to hit the ground heavily.

But the faint voice of the half-elf boy stopped his movements again:
"The next step is to resist the aura? Then what? Let your Earth Element Earth Turn Technique come back?"

"But do you think your earth element can be returned?"

Zimmerman's pupils shrank suddenly, not only because what the half-elf lord said was exactly his intention, but more importantly——

On the shoulders of his earth element, at some point stood a knight with blue light all over his body. The big sword in his hand was slashing towards the arm of the earth element. Under the huge arc-shaped wind blade, the earth element he was proud of The element was as brittle as paper, and one arm was cut off directly!

Zimmerman was so startled that his eyeballs almost popped out. If he thought that Cyril just guessed his train of thought and could not counter it, then at this moment he was absolutely sure: he was definitely not the young man's friend. opponent!

He could already hear the uproar of the elves above his head. Although he couldn't understand all the elves' language, he could guess it just by guessing. It was a marvel at the young man's strength.Zimmerman felt the cold blade around his neck, no longer hesitated, let go of the staff and shouted:
"I surrender!"

The moment the words fell, the coldness on the side of the neck also quietly left.With lingering fear, Zimmerman touched the place where the blade had just been touched, and the cold sweat had already wet that piece and his back.

He turned his head and saw that the half-elf boy was sheathing the long sword on his face, and made a sharp "swish" sound.He seemed to see that the sword trembled in dissatisfaction at the moment before it was sheathed, a dark purple color streaked across the air, and his heart couldn't help trembling.

He put the hand that had just been placed on the side of his neck in front of his nose, and suddenly felt cold all over his body.The stench on his hands is clearly a symbol of toxins, and thinking of the dark purple light—fortunately, Cyril kept his hands in time to prevent him from breaking his skin, otherwise he would have no idea how miserable his death would have been!
Isn't this lord a kingdom knight?Why do you act like a wanderer?

He met Cyril's smiling eyes with some guilty eyes, and couldn't help asking in a low voice: "How did you get out of the Earth Prisoner?"

"Is it possible that I wasn't trapped in it at all?" Cyril also replied in a low voice, and then straightened up, "It's still the same sentence, good birds choose trees to live in, Mr. Zimmerman, in the green It is true that the tower can be improved, but after all, it is behind closed doors, and only by using and fighting more can we advance further on the road of spells."

Zimmerman was stunned again. He hesitated on the spot, wanting to say something, but the guard on one side had already stepped forward to signal him to leave the field.He looked at the figure of the half-elf boy left alone in the field, but found that the latter was slightly bowing towards him.

In this way, the final winner has been decided.Cyril Adrian won the last four Wind-Wearing Flowers for the Qingxinzi Clan in an absolutely crushing form.

Everyone at the elders' table couldn't help but look at each other. After a while, someone whispered: "If I remember correctly, the last time someone took over all of Mu Fenghua was when..."

"It's me." Yilandar raised his eyes and said, "I took down all the Wind-Wearing Flowers in 340 three years ago, and the most after that was only thirteen."

"But he's only a half-elf."

"You are 15 years old—no, when you are 150 years old, maybe even the natural resonance can only resonate to the corners?" Yilandar couldn't help but sneered, "Frankly speaking, I am not as good as him."

"This……"

Whether it was Grover the Deep Roots, Isidor the Skywalker or Abner Mori, they all opened their mouths slightly at this time, unable to speak.

Elendar's arrogance is well known, but its ability is indeed amazing-otherwise the Elgin Forest would not be ruled by the Clumpleaf clan, and the elf clans that had stayed in the Elgin Forest either merged into the Clumpleaf clan, or went far away. Moved to the Koro Forest.

But this half-elf made Ellandar bow his head?

"You said... If the elves restore the kingdom system again, will the person sitting on the throne be him?"

This sentence suddenly uttered by the unicorn elder made all the elves break out in a cold sweat.They looked down again, and Selamanda had already weaved all the Wind-Wearing Flowers and placed them on a silver crown, which was about to be handed over to Cyril and Misha standing in front of him.

"Perhaps...is that really the case?"

The moment the thought arises, it never goes away.

Cyril didn't know what the elders above were thinking. After he took Miss Misha off the tree trunk, he was waiting for the "award presentation" from Selamanda.

Miss Misha is wearing a silver-white robe today. According to her, this is one of the ceremonial attires of the Temple of Nature.Beside them, the natural priests had already lined up in two rows, sandwiching the two of them. This was a simple "awarding ceremony".

"Elves won't waste too much energy on this aspect, we pay more attention to the essence, so..." Cyril turned his head and saw Miss Misha blinking at him, "It must be much simpler than humans, fellow race, Forgive me."

Her long blond hair was simply tied up at the ends, and when she spoke, it fell to her side and rested on her protruding chest, giving her an inexplicably mature and charming feeling.

"I took office as Siliki, but I never enjoyed such a luxurious awarding ceremony." Cyril said softly, "Did you forget? The king went to the north by himself, and there was no awarding ceremony at all. Those who don't know may think I am This appointment letter was intercepted halfway."

He watched Misha stretch out her hands in front of her face, half of her face was covered by her hanging sleeves, but she couldn't hide the smile in her eyes: "I just didn't expect you to be able to take down this Wind-Wearing Corolla."

"Is this Wind-Wearing Corolla important to you?" Cyril asked, "Are you going to bring it back to the clan so that the tree of life can grow?"

Misha froze for a moment, as if she didn't expect that Cyril still remembered this matter - she almost only mentioned about her clan once, and she didn't even tell Cyril the location of the clan.But she immediately shook her head, closed her eyes and replied softly:

"The Mufeng flower crown can't save the tree of life. If nature makes it die, then we also respect the will of nature."

"This is the Mufeng flower crown you put together, and it belongs to you naturally. As for me... I just need to borrow it for a while." She paused for a while, then blinked at Cyril, and pointed her finger upwards quietly: " That's what he meant."

(End of this chapter)