Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 505 In the name of Christine, Silver Blade!
When the Xilici Army in Xuecao Village "requisitioned" the North Wind Crusaders and regrouped to prepare to march north.

On the border, the scouts sent from Lovisa and Alderney are preparing to sneak into the undead strongholds surrounded by the fog of war; the private troops sent from the Tower of the North Wind are still rushing to the area they are responsible for; The Snowy Owl Legion, which had captured Burns and White Flower's strongholds, turned back north and built a line of defense on the Doin Plain next to the Tower of the North Wind.

Claude Atley sent scouts back to the Tower of the North Wind to report that the undead had penetrated into the northern border.

In the large tent of the Snowy Owl Legion, the girl with short silver-white hair remained unconscious.Elena and Bivis were temporarily organized into the sequence of the Snowy Owl Legion to defend against the enemy together.

And at the same time, west of the Doin Plain——

It's definitely been a most unusual fall for Alex Slovenier.

It's hard to imagine that a month ago they were still practicing swordsmanship in the south of the kingdom, but a month later they were already fighting the undead in the snowstorm of the northern border.

The lance pierced through the chest of the skeletons, and the huge impact brought by the horses tore apart the so-called defense line of this group of skeletons in an instant.He and his colleagues repeatedly rushed for two rounds, and there were very few skeletons around.

"This is the third batch of undead we have encountered." He raised his visor, revealing the beard that covered half of his face.His eyes were deep, and when he looked forward, there was a little bit of confusion in his eyes.

"Slovenier, shall we stay where we are?" A knight behind asked, "It's getting dark, I think it's time for us to start preparing to set up a camp... I can guarantee that we will definitely meet again tonight." When it comes to the undead, isn't this place so damn close to the Tower of the North Wind? Or is the front line already completely collapsed?"

"Let the subordinates build the camp." Slovenier turned around and said seriously, "Worumud, if you don't say a few words, no one will treat you as dumb, especially for such unlucky things."

"Yes, yes—" the knight stretched out his voice, "but we have to have some next goal, I mean, we can't just wander the plains blindly like this. Either we go to Lovisa, or Or Deni, if the head of the regiment is still in northern Xinjiang, she will definitely not stay away from the front line."

"I'm more curious about why so many undead appear here." A female knight on the side said, "The undead we wiped out just now were Correa light armored skeletons, 'fearless' two-handed sword infantry and black armor Crossbowmen, these are the main force of skeletons. If you use other troops to deal with them, I am afraid that you will lose more than half of them."

"Okay, Otillet." Alex Slovenier waved his hand, "Knowing this is of no use to us, unless we can find out the origin of these undead. But the leader said, Against the enemy, all you have to do is crush them—”

The female knight Ottiliet said unconvinced; "But the leader also said that if you know yourself and your enemy, you will win every battle. It is a big mistake to choose you, a simple-minded fellow, as our leader."

"But we've already run over them. I'm so sorry, Miss Ottilett——Unless you can infer the next batch of opponents based on the skeletons we've run over, it really won't do anything." Lowenier sneered.

There was a burst of laughter among the knights.Although it is a quarreling tone, it is at best a joke to the parties involved—if such words can make them give up the wealth and honor that nobles should have, and break up their feelings of living and dying together, it would be too ironic .

"Otillet, come on, let us see if the knowledge you are proud of can be of any use. If you guess our next opponent, I will let you be the acting captain."

"Hey, it's not you who is the acting leader." Ottilett rolled his eyes, took off his helmet, and let the beautiful long golden hair bound under the helmet scatter, "This position belongs to the one designated by the leader." Little knight, what's your name..."

Slovenier suddenly looked irritable, with a big beard trembling: "Stop talking nonsense, if you want me to say, that is a bad thing in the name of the leader, he must have the ability to be seen by the leader, Will we hear nothing about it for several months?"

"Who knows?" Otillet shrugged. "Anyway, it's settled. If I guess the next wave of opponents, you, the acting head, will have to give up to me."

"It's the acting captain!" Slovenier sniffed his beard, "Unless that kid convinces me, hehe..."

On the other hand, Otillet has already started her calculations: "We have encountered skeletons three times, and they are all light armored troops. Considering their deep position, heavy armored troops may not be suitable for invading the territory of Northern Xinjiang..."

She reached out to curl her hair and put it behind her head, and then concluded: "I think the next batch of opponents should be ghosts... um, ghost knights?"

"Ghost Knight? Ottilett, we haven't even seen a few batches of skeletons, so you're just imagining fighting ghosts? Do you really regard Northern Xinjiang as a stronghold of the undead?" Slovenier laughed. , but before his laughter lasted for a few seconds, he saw a knight entourage rushing over and said anxiously:

"My lord, we witnessed a human knight being chased by the undead in the west, right on our flank!"

"A human knight being chased by the undead?" Slovenier whistled, and glanced at Ottilett triumphantly, as if saying, "Look, our victory and defeat will be announced so soon."

"Tell me what the undead are after him—everyone, we have work to do!"

Then he saw the subordinate tremblingly saying: "My lord, I have never seen such a thing. They are also knights, but they look like groups of shadows..."

Slovenier was stunned.

Behind him, the female knight's laughter erupted, and at the same time there was a burst of laughter from fellow knights.Immediately afterwards, the female knight rode forward and patted Slovenier on the shoulder vigorously: "The former acting head, now obey my orders!"

As she said, she put on her helmet, raised her lance with one hand, and held the hilt of the sword at her waist with the other, then drew out the sword and held it on her chest.

The knights who were still in a mess just now formed a row.Ottiliet was in the middle of the team, with his long sword sticking to the tip of his nose.At the same time, circles of halos spread out from their bodies and gathered on the silver armor, causing a dazzling silver light to shine on the gradually darkening snow field.

The knight's halo has been fully activated, and under the blessing of the halo, the blade of the long sword in Otillet's hand glows with silver light.She cried out in a clear voice:
"Silver Blade—"

"Silver Blade!" There was a mountain roaring and tsunami echoing voice beside him.

There was a sound of armor iron scraping, and the lances moved straight forward.Otillet suddenly swung his long sword forward and shouted loudly:
"In Christine's name, to rescue our suffering compatriots—"

"charge--"

"charge!"

The sound of horseshoes resounded loudly, and the armored warhorse raised its head high and stepped forward neatly under the urging of the knight, like the rumbling thunder of the Waking of Insects.

Silver light shone on the dark snow field, and the snow was thrown up by the horseshoes.The knights shouted loudly, and rushed straight towards the enemy described by the subordinates who gradually appeared in sight!

The black and red knight was like a burning flame, burning angrily in the darkness.Behind it followed a series of pale shadows, which repeatedly changed between visible and invisible, giving people a more terrifying feeling.

"Tsk, this amount..." Otillet licked his lips, and then shouted loudly: "Don't forget, the magic power is attached, they are ghost knights, don't shoot them in the air!"

The lances in the hands of all the knights were immediately coated with a layer of silver light.They quickly approached the Ghost Knights, adjusted tacitly, and the formation gradually changed into a sharp cone.The former acting chief, Slovenir, was the sharpest point of the cone. He led the direction of the team, and finally aimed at the middle of the Ghost Knights, and penetrated straight in!

The ghost knights were obviously aware of the arrival of this uninvited guest, but under the leadership of the black and red knight, they had no time to adjust their direction and formation.The figures turned into phantoms, hoping to avoid this round of impact from the flanks through the spirit form.

But those lances with silver light seemed to be unaware that their opponents had become phantoms. The moment they stabbed precisely at their sides, phantoms turned into entities again.The knights swung their lances one after another, throwing their opponents off their horses to the ground, while their horses neighed fearlessly, neighing and charging forward under the protection of their armor and halos.

The phalanx of ghost knights was smashed to pieces in an instant. Slovenir, who was a sharp knife, shouted loudly, and accelerated again the moment he rushed out of the ghost knight array, and regrouped not far away. Then turned around and rushed into the scattered ghost knights again!
Shouts resounded through the snowy field, and the flickering pale phantom became less and less under the impact of the knight order.

On the Nightmare Horse, the young knight stroked the horse's neck and stopped beside the battlefield.

He never thought that he would run into them here by accident.

Time flies in an instant, as if returning to the city wall of the Tower of the North Wind.The words entrusted to him by that resolute woman sounded in his ears again at this moment.

"I hope you can be prepared to become a sharp sword one day and break through the thorns that fetter the kingdom."

He took a deep breath, came back to his senses, saw the knights approaching him after regrouping, and actively urged his horse to meet him.

"Hey, look, what a young and handsome little knight." Among the knights, the female knight Otillet whistled excitedly, looking at the young man who took the initiative to meet him, "You are so handsome, if you are willing to How nice it would be to repay me with your body."

"Bah, shameless." Slovenier and Warum Deqi said together, and there was a burst of ridicule from the crowd.

"What's the matter, what's the matter, I don't like him, do I like you guys, Slovenier, when did you shave your beard? You look ten years older!"

The knights were joking with each other, but when they saw the young knight coming in front of them, they all stopped talking.And Otillet glanced at Slovenier, and saw that the latter was obediently motionless, so he proudly rode forward.But I saw the young knight in front of me bowing slightly on the horseback:

"May the stars shine on you, everyone of the Silver Blade Knights, thank you for your help."

Ottilett held the rein of the horse and turned his head in surprise: "Are we so famous? Do young people like this know us?"

Before the knights behind could respond, the boy's voice sounded again:

"Maybe it's time for us to meet...introduce yourself."

"I am Cyril Adrian, Count Amathir Siliki."

"At the same time, he is also the acting head of the Silver Blade Knights."

The young man in front of him smiled gently.Ottilett's face under the mask was completely stiff. She opened her mouth and stared at him in disbelief.

But there was a "plop" sound behind him, and a voice came from among the knights: "Slovenir, Slovenir fell off the horse!"

Alex Slovenier, who fell off his horse, stood up on the ground, strode forward to the young knight, and said aggressively, "Are you the one who bluffed with the name of the captain?"

Cyril shook his head. He jumped off the horse and took out a cloth bag from the space bracelet. After opening it, there was a stack of fragments of the long sword inside.

"Unfortunately, although it can still prove my identity." He stretched out his hand and pressed it on a piece of debris, but saw a silver light shining on his palm immediately, "My sword was broken by Darrow Ruskin's hand, because I brought back the experience of the Silver Blade Knights in the northern border to the capital..."

"Wait a minute, you mean my brother?"

Suddenly there was a shout among the knights, and then a knight ran out: "Why did my brother destroy your sword?"

"Your Excellency?" Cyril looked at the knight in surprise, and the latter patted his chest and said, "Bernie Ruskin, the Darrow Ruskin you are talking about is my brother."

"You're not dead?"

"Of course I didn't die, and I didn't go to the northern border with the team. At that time, I was clearing out the rogues who had infiltrated in Osan Emma. Slovenier and Ottilett can all testify for me."

Cyril suddenly felt that he was wronged.He collected himself and was about to explain Darrow's current situation, but he heard the knight Slovenir who ran up to him first say in a rough voice:
"Stinky boy, I don't care what your identity is, whether you are the acting leader appointed by the leader-I tell you, in the Silver Blade Knights, these things are useless! You have to listen to us obediently!"

There were two cold snorts coming from his nose, and he was about to leave with his arms folded, but Wollenmud behind him said, "Slovenier, I think...maybe we should follow the leader's wishes? "

"Huh?" Slovenier clenched his fists: "Warrenmurd, do you want to fight?"

"No, I mean, he should know more about the situation in Northern Xinjiang than we do..." Warrenmud took off his helmet, revealing his blond hair and blue eyes, "and, can you bring so many ghost knights with you?" , take a walk on the snow field?"

　I'm sick, I'm in a bad state, sorry
　　
　
(End of this chapter)