Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 490 The Plan of the Necromancer

The shouts of killing behind him shook the sky. Judging from this movement, it was probably during the period when the pockets were encircled, and it was also an important moment to determine the outcome of this battle.

The young half-elf lord pressed the long sword on his waist. The gate of the stronghold in front of him had been smashed by his sword before, but now it was not empty.

Thick fog entrenched on it, occupying the position of the original gate, flowing like a waterfall, full of mystery, but at the same time gave Cyril an inexplicable sense of déjà vu.

He casually piled a pyre aside, took a sword and inserted it into the center, lit it, and looked at the dancing flames, feeling a little more at ease in his heart.

There are many ways for necromancers to infiltrate the human realm.The risks are also different-necromancers who focus on the spiritual aspect do not have a strong body, and once they are discovered, they are likely to be beaten by humans.

In Tallinn, the small town where Cyril saw Iris for the first time, the lich Sandro he met had infiltrated the human village by seizing and manipulating the human body.

Later, Cyril also carefully thought about what Sandro wanted. He probably wanted to tamper with the beliefs of the villagers in Tallinn Town and absorb all of them as the spiritual power of his body, so as to create a "lich" body in the human territory.

It's just that it happened to be smashed by Cyril, and the old man's body was ridiculed by him for his poor acting skills and needed further training.But thinking about it later, if Cyril hadn't discovered his plan, the consequences would have been disastrous.

This kind of necromancer is less risky. Even if the body is destroyed by someone, the spirit can escape back to the deity, and at most it will suffer a little injury.

But this one is obviously different.

The undead mage's body is so open and aboveboard that he slaughtered wantonly in the middle of the northern border. His confidence is undoubtedly that the undead soldiers are overwhelming the northern border, and human beings don't have much energy to target him.

But more reasons, perhaps because of its own needs.

Maybe it is just like the old man's body controlled by Sandro, it is just a step away from being promoted to a lich, so it chooses to enter the human territory alone.

Cyril stepped into the fog door, and there was a dead silence in the undead stronghold with all the skeletons. The air was infested by the fog of war and mixed with a strange smell. In those houses where human architecture can still be seen Under the erosion, most of them only have skeletons left, which is extremely desolate.

He was a little wary of the bones that might stand up from the surroundings, and walked towards the middle of the stronghold calmly.

The fog of war did not interfere with him, and Cyril's special physique prevented him from being easily detected by the undead without releasing his magic power.

He quickly stopped at the center of the stronghold, which used to be the square in the center of the village, but now it was a crude stone castle.The fog of war gushes out of it continuously, and if you listen carefully, you can still hear some hoarse growls.

Zombie sounds.

Hearing this voice, Cyril confirmed even more that the necromancer was in the stone castle ahead.

After all, no necromancer would have enough cards to let skeleton soldiers be his personal guards. The fighting power of zombies far exceeds that of skeletons. This is something that players know.

Even Cyril himself can be regarded as Caroline's personal guard.

He took a deep breath, and while walking towards the stone castle, he gradually disappeared into the shadows.

The furnishings in the stone castle are very simple. Obviously, the time and resources used to build this stronghold are far from enough to provide the necromancer to "improve" his life, or this is just a temporary stronghold, not emphasized.

Walking up the spiral staircase, a simple wooden door can't block the faint blue-green light in the room on the second floor.Cyril recognized that this was the color of the fire of the soul, and at the same time the voices of zombies were all behind this door.

His stealth didn't end, the wind listening technique was quietly activated, and he could hear a total of four moving back and forth sounds inside - these were the sounds from the zombie guards of the necromancer.Between the four zombies, there was the sound of pages being frantically flipped back and forth, and at the same time, there was a voice who was babbling in a language that Cyril could not understand.

He can only judge from this tone that the necromancer is in "anger" and "irritability"-the undead without a mind naturally do not have such emotions, but at this stage of growth, the mind and spirit of the undead Human beings are no longer different.Of course, human beings are still unable to judge whether what they have is an "emotion", and can only use their own experience to refer to it.

Then the gurgling sound suddenly became sharp and rapid, and then Cyril heard a "bang", the door in front of him was slammed open, and a zombie's body rolled down the steps.

He almost thought he had been spotted and was about to release his stealth status.Although it is theoretically not his opponent to fight this necromancer head-on, even if he is outnumbered, he will not be inferior.But at this time, seeing that the necromancer was venting on the zombies, Cyril took advantage of the opportunity to touch the door.

The humble room can be described as "a house with four walls", and the skulls hanging around are lit with soul flames as lighting objects.The three zombies didn't seem to know that their companions had become the target of the master's anger, and they were still walking back and forth in a numb manner dedicated to their duties.

Cyril put his eyes on the center of the room. The necromancer was covered in a cloak, and in front of him was a shelf erected by bones.At this moment, it was frantically flipping through a torn book, even the pages began to fly, and soul flames floated out of its eye sockets, twisting in mid-air.

But what attracts more attention is not the book and itself, but a small sign floating in front of it, wrapped in soul flames.

The moment Cyril saw the stone tablet, his breathing almost stopped—it was a stone tablet, about the size of a palm, with a pure white shell.When he got closer, he could see the cloud-like scene inside the stone tablet, and there seemed to be something distorted in it——

Isn't that "damaged soul core", what is it? !

This looks exactly the same as the broken soul core from Gerjastaff in his hand, and it is also the key item he needs to open the second panel!

Although the despicable and inferior system didn't tell him how many soul cores he needed to open the second panel, maybe he only needed two if he was lucky?

I'm sorry, unknown necromancer, although you were destined to die in the first place, but at this moment you have been charged with an additional crime - private possession of an important promotion item of the great Earl of La Rochelle, you should be beheaded!
Cyril immediately ended his stealth, and hit the necromancer's skull with a sword hilt, causing him to fall into a brief dizziness.The soul flame twisted on top of his head instantly disconnected from it, and the soul core also fell down.

Cyril immediately stretched out his hand to pinch it, and threw it into his own space bracelet first, lest these necromancers who don't know if they are dead or not will make any waves with this stone card.The moment the surrounding zombies saw Cyril's figure emerge, they roared and rushed towards Cyril.

But Cyril pointed his sword in front of them, and in the howling wind, the wind knight had already condensed out, and the moment the sword swung through, he chopped off the heads of the two zombies, and the general was not thick. A gap was cut in the wall.

At this time, the necromancer who was knocked unconscious by Cyril finally woke up, looking at the disappearing soul core and the broken wall in front of him, there was a piercing scream from under the cloak, and then the white skeleton supporting the big book flew into its palm In the midst of it, a strange air flow flew towards Cyril behind it.

So this is its staff?

Cyril didn't pay much attention to its attack. He even took a closer look at what was written in the book on the white skeleton, but he immediately lost interest when he saw that they were all complicated undead characters.

He faced the undead energy with the blade, and the sharp blade cut it into two pieces in the air, then Cyril didn't give it a chance to move, and tore off its cloak with one hand, the blade slashed towards Next, he slashed across it neatly, cutting off half of its head and flying up.

In the empty head, the soul flame of the necromancer was still frantically twisting, but Cyril's free left hand was already on standby, the blue wind condensed in the palm, and the magic power in the elemental pool was exhausted, and then he slapped the newborn On the fleshy half of the skull.

The turbulent wind surrounded and suppressed the flame of the soul, and the roar of the necromancer could be vaguely heard in the flame, but it was completely wiped out by the wind immediately.

The body of the necromancer fell limply to the ground, and in just a few seconds, it was already an empty shell.

Its level is much lower than what Cyril thought. Although the strength of the soul flame looks good, it is still not up to the threshold of a lich, which makes Cyril feel that it is not enough.

It might be an annoyance to improve his strength too fast. If he hasn't broken through to the professional level, he may have to work hard to deal with the various changes of the necromancer.

It's a pity that he is no longer the half-elf knight boy who just left the northern border and only has a handsome appearance but lacks strength.

The wind knight had already dealt with the last zombie in the room, and the zombie who had just climbed the stairs without complaining turned into a cloud of light wind and disappeared.Cyril picked up the white skeleton frame and the fallen book that had fallen on the ground and did not fall apart, only to realize that the shape of this "magic staff" was quite strange——

Although it is a "white skeleton", it only has the protruding parts of the joints, but no joints—or the material is not white bones at all.If it wasn't for the use of the Necromancer, Cyril would probably only think of it as a white jade staff.

And the shape of its top is even more peculiar, branching out from the main staff and bending, and then parallel to the main staff.If you don't think in a direction that is not suitable for children, this is clearly a... harpoon?
Or, it seems that the fork rabbit seems to be pretty good?

Well, cheap Caroline.

Cyril also stuffed it into the space bracelet, and turned a few pages of the big book.Although there are undead words on it, there are actually simple pictures.

The approximate content of the painting is that the skull stands in front of a stone tablet like the soul core and spreads its arms, and then a line connects the skeleton from the stone tablet, and then the skeleton becomes tall and strong...

Cyril probably understands that this section is about how the Necromancer extracts energy from the stone tablet to become a Lich?
It's no wonder that this necromancer sneaked into the northern border quietly. After all, such a thing is absolutely good for a necromancer. Once it is exposed, it will inevitably be attacked by groups-there is no etiquette and morality to pay attention to in the undead.

It's a pity that it doesn't seem to be talented enough, and I haven't read the book to understand it. In the end, before it could be promoted to a lich, the stone tablet fell into Cyril's hands.

Cyril was not in a hurry to check the stone tablets. Right now, his subordinates were still fighting bloody battles, and it was not time to check the spoils.

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The battle on the plain continued.

In the distance, Atli, the instructor of the Bright Wing Infantry Regiment, looked at the chaotic battlefield and shook his head again and again.

The pocket array has completely failed at this moment. If it was him, he would choose to let the soldiers on the two wings withdraw first, slowly extend the front line backwards, hold their ground, and start fighting frontally again.

Of course, there will definitely be a lot of losses when retreating like this, but in the end, most people can be preserved.

And the commander of this team has yet to take any action—the sooner this kind of decision is made, the more beneficial it is, and the later the change is made, the deeper it will be in the quagmire...

But he doesn't seem to realize it at all.

What a pity, such an elite army——

He couldn't help but think of the game of war chess. If the guy who had retired in the same period came to manage this battle, I'm afraid the situation would have changed a long time ago...

With his hands behind his back, Azike swept across the battlefield in front of him like a torch.Whether it is what he can see clearly or what he cannot see, a picture is formed in his mind.

The bottom line supported by the shield soldiers and halberd soldiers was much stronger than he thought, and even in the face of the charge of the undead, they still stabilized the defense line.In contrast, the situation of the sword fighters who entered from the two wings was even worse. They were surrounded by more than expected number of undead, and they were still fighting hard at the moment.

There were no more than a few dozen half-lizard warriors who came with the army, and they had already been added to the two wings, but it was of no avail...

"Mr. Angers, if this continues..." Mia asked worriedly as she sprinkled a healing water polo on a soldier who was scratched by a skeleton.

There are basically no priests and water mages in the Siliki army's lineup, and the burden of treating the wounded falls on Miss Mia.And she could clearly feel the number of wounded being evacuated increased again, most of them were sword fighters who broke out from the two wings...

But then she saw Azike, who had been standing still, raised a hand, and said loudly:

"Send the order - the halberd soldiers counterattack from the bottom line, and the shield soldiers advance forward. The archers in the rear focus on shooting the area where the undead are piled up in the distance."

"Then what about our pocket formation?" Alina asked in surprise, "If the bottom of the pocket is breached, wouldn't our situation be even worse?"

But Atzke didn't answer her question, but repeated it more firmly and clearly:
"Send the order - the halberd soldiers counterattack from the bottom line, and the shield soldiers advance forward. The archers in the rear focus on shooting the area where the undead are piled up in the distance."

"Execute immediately."

　Cyril's second panel is ready for this volume

　　What do you guys think about the future of this panel!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)