Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 487 Incorporation
"Thomas, Thomas!"

"Shut up your fucking mouth, and I'll put my big dick up your asshole if you keep arguing!"

The tall half-lizard mage cursed violently, without turning his head, he yelled, "Hey, where did I just count? You fucking—"

"Thomas, I told you that you should have changed careers to be a spearman, and a mage is not suitable for you." The soldier who came up laughed and said, "Stop looking at your spell models that you can't construct all day long, and see who is here Already!"

"So-and-so, if it's a bedbug in those muddy ponds in Tochi City, don't come and talk to me, bad luck!"

"Thomas, is that how you welcome your old friend?"

Cyril stepped forward quickly. He had a good impression of the silly but loyal half-lizards of the Flying Dragon Legion. What's more, he was the leader of the other side in this world, and it was the first time he clearly fought side by side. people.

He then had a lot of words, wanting to gush out like a string: How is Acheson?How have you been?Is there any penalty for mission failure?

The half-lizard mage squatting on the ground turned his head when he heard this very strange voice, and when he saw the half-elf boy standing behind him holding his sword, his face showed surprise and surprise , but in the end it clearly cried out:
"My lord, are you back?"

Between Cyril and him, there seemed to be a sad and thick barrier... a ghost.

In fact, the pair of vertical pupils shrank to the extreme, and the half-lizard mage jumped up, rushed up and grabbed Cyril's shoulder: "Boy, are you still alive?"

As soon as he said this, the faces of the people behind Cyril turned green, but fortunately, the following words saved him in time:
"The beast tide in the Simatar Mountains scared me to death. I thought you were going to die there!"

"Why are you arranged in such a remote place? It stands to reason that you half-lizards are good at fighting and should be reused." Cyril asked directly.

"We... well, we failed to capture the treasure in the ruins, which made the Duke very unhappy, but it was just unhappy. We were left idle for a while, but then the reinforcements from all over the place were disgusted with us 'Foreigners', so they were placed here."

Thomas shook his head again and again, "Those bedbugs in Torch City have all the benefits and benefits, and we can't even share any meat here."

Cyril couldn't help being silent - unlike elves, dwarves, halflings and other alien races, half-lizards belonged to half-orcs, and half-orcs were often the object of human hostility.Although Grand Duke Frost Snow's performance in the Northern Border War is hard to say, his attitude towards the half-lizards is one of the best among human beings.

"Officer Acheson kept thinking about you when he went back, saying that although you are a Silver Blade Knight, you are much more sincere than many Dragon Legions, and you can be trusted."

"Where is he now?" Cyril thought of the tough guy who was missing an arm.

"I went back to my hometown in the west. Now I'm in charge here... So, why are you here?" Thomas suddenly realized something—although this was a pleasant "meeting old friends", but he was a child The knight appeared here with so many people behind him, could it be...

"I, Earl Amasel Siliki, the lord of Siliki, led a team to support the northern border. But because the team was too small, I was kicked here-see what they mean, I want to listen to you command?"

Cyril glanced around, the Snow Grass Village was obviously an abandoned village, only the half-lizards of the Flying Dragon Legion were standing by here.

"It turns out that you were also kicked over by those bugs... Wait, you said you were?"

Thomas' eyes widened. If he heard correctly, the word that popped out of the boy's mouth seemed to be...

count?lord?
How is it possible, how old is he?
Wasn't he a little knight a few months ago?How come after such a short period of time, the little caterpillar has shed its shell——turned into a giant dragon?

Then in a few months, won't he be on an equal footing with Master Shuangxue?

At this time, he deeply felt how correct what Acheson said after confirming that the half-lizards would be neglected-"If I had sound limbs, I would definitely choose to follow this boy."

Maybe...he should fulfill his wish for Acheson?
As soon as this idea sprouted in Thomas' mind, he couldn't suppress it anymore and grew wildly.He tentatively asked: "Here, boy... no, lord... Lord Earl, you have..."

Cyril didn't know that Acheson had such a high opinion of him, and he didn't know what Thomas was thinking, but he had nothing to hide from the honest and honest half-lizard man. He replied directly:

"Ask about my power? Five cities, the number of troops should be close to 2000? But only 700 people were brought, which is really not counted in front of other private troops."

"700 people!"

Their half-lizards in the Flying Dragon Legion only have about [-] people in total!The number is less than half of the young lord's army!
Seeing Thomas thinking about something, Cyril didn't bother him.He conceived the next plan in his mind, but heard a sudden noise behind him, and then Rhodes ran up and hurriedly said:

"My lord, someone from Tochi City has come to send an order."

"So fast?"

"It is said that a necromancer has sneaked into our area and has quietly occupied several villages. The scale is rapidly expanding. Let us work together with the legion to destroy them."

"Oh? An infiltrated necromancer?"

Cyril's heart sank.What seems to be a simple sentence corresponds to an extremely complicated situation.

Don't forget that what the Necromancer is best at is shouting a bunch of skeletons from the ground. One second he was alone, and the next second there could be hundreds of skeletons around him.If it is discovered late, once these skeletons are nourished and strengthened by the necromancer, their strength will be multiplied several times.

If the necromancer is lucky enough to wake up a corpse that was more outstanding when alive, he might be able to immediately have a necromancer as a guard.

Such an existence is extremely destructive to the interior of the northern border.With all the first-line garrisons under Maitland Mountain lost, the two front-line barriers of Lovisa and Alderney can only guarantee to delay the army of the undead, but they cannot prevent these small-scale infiltrations.

The original target of the Siliki Army was these small-scale undead that infiltrated, or some small cemetery stations.

But to exterminate with the legion... How big should the scale of this necromancer be?

"Which legion do we need to fight with?" He raised his eyes and asked, trying to get the corresponding information from the legion name.

If it is a kind commander, it is a normal operation and a normal division of labor. As a "coordinated force", at most they will suffer some losses and contribute more.

But if it's the more despicable commanders—

I'm afraid that what they have to face is to be treated as cannon fodder, and then the credit goes to the other party.

Azike clicked his tongue behind Cyril, and without even thinking about it, Cyril knew that the latter had a look of disgust on his face.

"The strange thing is that we have just arrived in the northern border not long ago. How could anyone notice us? Did they catch us as young men at random, or did they do it on purpose?" Atsk said in a low voice, and Rhodes also The answer has been given.

"The Snowy Owl Legion of the Seventh Legion of the Kingdom belongs to the Bright Wing Infantry Regiment."

The Snowy Owl Legion belongs to——

Cyril suddenly recalled Heywood Herman, the deputy commander of the Snowy Owl Army who had entered the city to take over the defense of the city when he left the Tower of the North Wind.At that time, he also focused on recalling the other party's resume - he lived until 1453, and died on the belly of No.20's seven wives by taking poisoned wine.

In the end, he was frightened by Captain Christine's sword and dared not speak much.

Cyril didn't know what the overall style of the Snowy Owl Army was like, but with Heywood Herman around, if the upper beam was not straight and the lower beam was crooked, something might happen during this trip.

"How many people will they produce?" Cyril asked again, but Rhodes could only shake his head, "The messenger only told us the name of the legion, and there is no more information."

But Thomas got involved in the topic at the moment: "The Brilliant Wing Infantry Regiment? They have a total of 500 people, but most of them have been transferred to Lovisa, and there are only about [-] people who can stay in the Tower of the North Wind."

"300 people?" Atzke couldn't help laughing, "That's it? Is it worthy of sending out our entire army? Lord, shall we go?"

"What about the exact location?"

"It's a day's journey from us, and the southwest of the Tower of the North Wind is about a three-day journey from the Tower of the North Wind."

"Go, of course." Cyril estimated the location and replied.

"Then if the Bright Wing Infantry Regiment is greedy for our credit..." Rhodes looked worried at this time.He didn't understand these complicated things. He only knew who the lord and Mr. Atzke said was the enemy, and whoever was the enemy was the enemy.

"What does it have to do with the Bright Wing Infantry?" Cyril shook his head and smiled, "Let me ask you, do we have more people or they have more people?"

"Seven hundred to three hundred, of course it's us." Rhode subconsciously replied.

"Then we are near or they are near?"

"Yes...we are close."

"Then what's the matter with them? Can't we just take this group of undeads away?" Cyril clasped his palms together, "Let the brothers store their luggage and prepare the supplies needed for the battle. Before the Bright Wing Infantry Regiment, knock down the undead stronghold!"

Rhode's blood was surging immediately, and he replied loudly: "Understood!" Then he turned around and ran towards the soldiers who were still stationed outside Xuecao Village.

"Is it really okay to bypass the Bright Wing Infantry Regiment?" Azik asked in a low voice, and glanced at the half-lizard mage beside him, "And he won't be troublesome?"

"The news about our arrival in the northern border should only be known by Judea Pass. Although Grand Duke Frost Snow has no grievances with me, but he is a duke, and he should have heard some of what I did in Solconan.

The Snowy Owl Army is under the charge of Heywood Herman. Maybe Grand Duke Frost knows something about the conflicts between the Silver Blade Knights and Heywood that I belonged to before, or maybe there is someone in Salconan who doesn’t like me. , revealed the news to Heywood——

There are many possibilities, but they are all the same. They are all intended to frustrate our spirit, or to test our quality. "

Cyril has already cleared the logic in his mind, and he can only calculate these possibilities, but these are irrelevant.

The point is that when the other party was planning to suppress him, they accidentally revealed to him a chance to practice.

"Thomas." He turned his head and looked at the lizard mage, "How long have you been in Snowgrass Village?"

"About...three months?" Thomas snapped his fingers. "This is a place where no shit is happening. I'm so bored. I knew I would go back to my hometown with Acheson."

"Then are you going to continue to be bored in this small place?"

"Of course not, I've fucking started researching spell models, even though I can't understand the fart, I'm really going to die if I keep idle—" Thomas wailed just thinking about it.

The half-lizards are an absolutely warlike race, otherwise they would not have agreed to join Duke Frost and Snow's command. Putting them here would simply let them die.

"Then I will give you a choice now, let you have a choice to fight and do things—" Cyril said, holding out a hand to Thomas:

"Join us and become a member of my subordinates. You will be indispensable in every battle that should be fought in the future."

The half-lizard mage almost stopped breathing. He looked at Cyril's hand that was handed to him in disbelief, and said in a trembling voice:

"You... are you willing to accept us? We are half-lizards, not humans..."

"Hahaha, you make it sound like I'm a human being." Cyril couldn't help laughing out loud, "In my territory, there are dwarves, dryads, elves, and even catgirls—do you think me and my territory People, will you care about the so-called 'foreign race'?

Although the Grand Duke Frost Snow you belong to now is stronger than me in terms of status and strength, but we have room for growth that he doesn't have, we just need time..."

Cyril really doesn't dislike alien races at all, not only him, but there is probably no one in Siliki who has aversion to alien races.

The inclusiveness bred in the natural place of Amathir is far beyond the imagination of other places.

What's more, the half-lizards belonged to the Flying Dragon Legion, and those who were incorporated into the elite even had the qualification to compete with the Silver Blade Knights on the same stage, and they were top-notch and outstanding immediate combat power.

And his long-term residence in northern Xinjiang, his adaptability to the ice and snow environment, and his experience in fighting here are even more valuable things to the Siliki Army.

Thomas bent down without hesitation, and shouted respectfully, "My lord, the Night Lizard Army of the Dragon Legion is willing to serve you!"

Azike stared dumbfounded at what happened in front of him - it had only been half an hour since Cyril entered the Snow Grass Village, but he had already included the people they planned to hide from their sight?
He didn't feel any domineering aura emanating from his young lord, did he?

With a smile on the corner of his mouth, Cyril turned around and said, "Atzke, put the lizards into our team, and make sure that each team has a half lizard."

"Understood." Azik responded.

"Also, it's time to raise our flag."

Thus, in the vast daylight, above the ice field, in Xuecao Village, a flag that no one here has ever seen was raised.

The head of a silver stag with two horns and a round of silver moon dance with the wind on the big banner with blue background.

In the wind, war songs from the east sounded.

　The flag was finally decided to be a silver two-horned deer head, with a crescent moon in the upper right corner [Take a picture when you have time]

　　I always feel like I forgot what to write...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)