Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 506 What Will Christine Do?

It was a rare clear moonlit night with long cloudy days and snowy days.

The temporary camp set up by the Silver Blade Knights is simple but orderly.

Wooden palisades formed the outer line of defense, and the horses were all tied up next to the knights' own tents.When Cyril followed the Silver Blade Knights into the camp, the subordinates were already lighting a fire and cooking, as if the Silver Blade Knights were not going to fight, but went out to hang out.

Obviously, in their minds, there is no such thing as their master being defeated.

These subordinates are generally not very old, and the youngest even feels two years younger than Cyril.The unopened body ran hard in the camp, holding a pile of clothes taller than a person, and almost bumped into Cyril.

"Walk carefully, Hunter."

Warrenmud supported the reckless follower who was stumbling, and refolded the fallen clothes for him, "Just leave it to Hubert, and then come and drink hot soup."

"This is..." The little guy named Hunter stared at the boy with black eyes, and looked curiously at the boy who didn't look much older than him, but walked in front of the knights—especially Ottie. Lord Leter's face wanted to smile but couldn't, and Lord Slovenier's smelly face like eating shit made him even more curious.

"Kids, don't talk too much, go to work." Slovenier had a stinky face, and Otillet on the side had already started to argue: "Here, this is our acting knight leader, yes, Slovenier My lord is just acting as the head of the group."

"Otillet, say a few words less and no one will treat you as dumb!"

However, Little Hunter had already got the answer he wanted, and happily ran away with a large pile of clothes in his hand. It is estimated that the subordinates in the entire camp should know that they finally ushered in the real "" Acting Head".

"Have they always been like this?" Cyril glanced at Slovenier and Otillet, who were still bickering, and asked Wollenmud.

"Basically, it's been like this since joining the regiment. Ottilett came from Christine's family, and is the cousin of the leader. The Slovenier family...you should have heard of it, Slovenier The Duke is the commander of the Third Army, but his son ran away with Captain Christine, and Otillet often made fun of him for this."

Cyril had already heard about Jane Christine's feat in Solkonan. The act of abducting a large number of noble children made more than half of Solkonan's family grit their teeth.At this moment, I still can't help but smile.

It's not that he hasn't imagined what it would be like to see the Silver Blade Knights, but no matter what the situation is in the conception, the Silver Blade Knights should have a kind of hostility towards him.He himself is almost no different from these subordinates in the knight order, and his resume is almost zero. He was just lucky enough to follow the leader for a while-and even when so many colleagues died, he was appointed as the acting leader by the leader. name.

In such a situation, just thinking about Cyril makes me feel sore - I'm afraid that if I don't have to fight the knights one by one, maybe it will develop into him fighting fifty silver-blade knights alone, and then he will be considered as the wind knight. All knights are not enough.

Unexpectedly, the attitudes of the Silver Blade Knights were unusually kind. Even the most malicious former acting chief, Slovenier, was just showing some awkward emotions.

This made Cyril feel a little "bored".

Although it is a good thing that the process of "incorporation" is easy, if it is really taken down so bloodlessly... Not to mention that he is worried about the hearts of these knights, even if he does not know where Jane Christine is. , he felt a little sorry.

What's more, he was keenly aware that if he wanted to talk to these knights about the matter of acting captain now, he might be greeted by the blade of the knight's sword.

There was a burst of aroma from the center of the camp, and the skilled people among the followers were making soup, pouring the stuffed stuffing wrapped in dough into water to cook, and distributing them to everyone.This is a staple food near the Adelaide Sea called "Huontun", which is said to be named after a giant sea animal called "Huon" in the Adelaide Sea that likes to devour fish schools.

Cyril also received a copy.He watched the knights disperse in twos and threes. Although Ottilett and Slovenier had been arguing before, they walked aside tacitly at this moment, leaving only Wollenmud sitting next to his horse. , there is no one else around.

"Mind being together?" Cyril stepped forward.

"Please go ahead." Warrenmud said, blowing the "Hu Entun" in his hand to cool down, and then fed it into the mouth of his war horse.

Cyril watched the horse's tongue roll, and while rolling the food into his mouth, he didn't forget to lick the palm of Wollenmud's hand.Warrenmud fed two more horses for himself, and then began to enjoy his dinner.

"You... all live like this?" Cyril couldn't help asking, although it's normal for knights and horses to have a good relationship, it's too much to feed the horses like this...

"You mean me and Greythroat?" Warrenmud raised his head, "I asked Hunter to make it specially for me, stuffed with carrots, and he likes to eat it very much. As for this kind of life... as long as I have a bite, he will take a bite." , and it has been like this for several years.”

Warrenmud reached out and patted the horse's buttocks, and watched his war horse Gray Throat running towards the tent, and then turned his head to look at Cyril:
"And you, what are you going to do?"

"What do you mean?"

"Your identity can't be made up, is it? Acting leader designated by Captain Christine, the Earl of Siliki?" Warrenmud drank the hot soup and said vaguely: "At that time The Knights are still discussing how to let a little thing become an earl. Is it that Solkonan is crazy? Later, I heard that this is related to the Silver Blade Knights, and everyone felt that they were awesome, Silver Blade Knights The knights who come out of the regiment can become earls-except for Slovenier."

"Don't they doubt it?" Cyril shook his head, "Besides, the news spread from Solkonan is not good news."

"It is estimated that they feel that no one dares to bluff and cheat in the name of the Silver Blade Knights and Jane Christine, and the Christine family is not something everyone can mess with. I still don't understand the psychology of these noble children."

"Aren't you a nobleman?"

"Me? I'm not, I'm the mercenary who went out with the regiment leader back then." Wollenmud took out a water bag from his side, raised his head and gulped a few sips, then shook it towards Cyril Shake it, "Would you like a sip?"

"no need."

"What are you going to do?"

Cyril was silent, he had thought about this question for a long time.If you want this group of silver blade knights to return to their hearts, it is important to "follow what they like".

Thinking of this, he suddenly had an idea, and asked, "What do you think Captain Christine would do if she was here?"

The blond knight was stunned for a moment, then suddenly burst out laughing: "Captain? What will you do if you ask the colonel?"

He covered his stomach and laughed loudly, and the movement attracted the attention of the surrounding knights. It was not until Cyril's eyes became a little unbearable that he forced his smile away, wiped the corner of his eyes and said:
"With the leader's personality, don't you know what she will do?"

After he finished speaking, he stood up and simply went to find the horse that he had run away from.

Cyril finished the last of the food in the bowl thoughtfully, then walked to Hu Xiaohante with the bowl, and handed the empty bowl to him.

Just as he was about to leave, Little Hunter suddenly called out:
"My lord, are you very good... No, no, I mean, if you are not good, how could you be selected by Captain Christine? You should also be like Lord Slovenier. Defeated many, many enemies, right?"

Hearing this, Cyril stopped the steps that were about to turn around and leave, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but twitch:

"You'll soon know whether I'm good or not."

After speaking, he strode forward, passing through the knights and followers who were sitting on the ground casually, and walked straight to Slovenier who was still whispering with Ottilett.

His movements were too brisk, like an ordinary cold wind on the snowy field, until he stood still, the knight called out: "Why is that kid in front of Slovenir? He intends to what?"

"Wow, really, it's a good show to watch!"

But the booing returned to the booing, and the knights retreated tacitly, giving way to an open space.They looked at the handsome face of the young knight under the light of the fire, and some of them couldn't help sighing: "If I had this appearance ten years ago, I'm afraid it wasn't me who followed the leader, but the leader followed me."

"Bah, with your family's bloodline, unless your father finds you an elf as your mother, don't even think about changing it."

Cyril didn't seem to hear the booing of the knights behind him. He quietly looked at the bearded knight and said softly:
"You should know why I'm here."

"It's later than I thought, and I'm afraid you won't come." Slovenier snorted coldly, jumped up neatly, and then held the sword hilt at his waist: "Let's talk first, I don't want you to come." Because of the leader, I will show mercy to you."

"Slovenier, he is still a child. Your beard is probably longer than his hair." A knight shouted loudly, "Aren't you ashamed!"

"Shut up for me, or I'll grab that thing of yours to make wine later!" Slovenier yelled angrily, but saw that the young man in front of him also put his hand on the hilt of his sword, long The sword slowly unsheathed.

"Similarly, I never thought of showing mercy."

But Cyril immediately saw a weird smile on the bearded knight's face.He then drew out his knight's broadsword, which was longer and wider: "Think about it clearly, whether my mercy will determine your defeat in two seconds or three seconds."

"And your subordinates are merciful?"

As soon as the words fell, the silver light on the long sword in his hand gathered, and it was as bright as day in an instant, almost illuminating the sky above the entire temporary camp.

Cyril was stunned for a moment. The "Silver Blade" of the Silver Blade Knights was named after their swords. When magic power was poured into the long swords, the runes on the swords would respond to this, emitting silver light.

But although each sword is specially crafted considering the knights' feel, it will not increase the amount of runes engraved on it.Generally speaking, the light that can be illuminated on the long sword is at most enough to make a small street lamp in the dark.

But at this moment, the brightness of the silver light in Slovenir's hand... If it depends entirely on the level of his magic power, then there is no doubt that his strength...

It is also professional grade.

However, Cyril had already prepared in his heart. After all, how could it be possible for the famous La Rochelle Knights of the Silver Blade to have only one single tree, Jane Christine, to support them?

At this time, Slovenier had already launched his offensive, and the bearded face showed an inexplicable simplicity under the silver light. He swung the long sword forward in his hand, but the standard could no longer be standard and ordinary. cut.However, Cyril seemed to hear the sound of crackling explosions in the air. He took a step back hastily, and while raising his long sword horizontally, he unfolded the [Wind of Recovery], and the blue wind rolled away from his body, and The moment the Zhou air collided, the fire roared like a dragon.

Cheers from the knights resounded around them again, and they will always talk about the wonderful fight.And in a few seconds, Cyril had heard someone betting, betting that he would lose to Slovenier in a few strokes——

He took a deep breath, rolled his wrists, and the wind swept by with the long sword dancing, extinguishing all the flames that were still trying to invade the territory of the recovery wind.When he raised his head again, he saw that Slovenier's face was not relaxed at all, but instead raised the long sword in his hand a little bit higher.

As a professional level, he has already judged the opponent's level - if he can also use the control of elements to counteract his own offensive, there is no doubt that the opponent is also a professional level.

But this little guy...is he an adult?He is only 15 years old, how could he reach the professional level?It's as if everyone is leader Christine, but leader Christine breaks through to the professional level after the age of 20?
Slovenir was slandering, his gaze passed over the boy's sword-holding hand, and he suddenly found a faint silver glint in the billowing blue wind——

"What is that?" He suddenly became vigilant, but Cyril had already raised his hand.Those pale green eyes stared at him, and then the young man's clear and clear voice sounded in his ears:

"I exchange a sword for a sword."

The wind stopped suddenly.

Time and space seem to freeze at this moment, and the blue light on the long sword suddenly rises one after another, turning into a soaring blade, towering and simple, as if from an ancient era, as thick as a city wall in the snow.

At this moment, he seemed to see a row of majestic knights standing on the city wall in front of him, each of them was facing the wind and snow, and the aura of each of them was trembling.

But in an instant, those figures disappeared again.In front of Slovenir's eyes was only the blue giant sword, and it fell towards him following the young man's posture exactly the same as his previous move.

He raised the sword upwards with all his strength, but the flame that was trying to take off was extinguished just as it ignited.Slovenier's face was extremely distorted, but he couldn't stand the crush of that absolute force.

But at the moment when his pupils were completely occupied by the blue light, that coercion suddenly disappeared.

The surroundings were dead silent, and all the knights and followers were immersed in this shocking sword.

And the young man who took out the sword let out a long breath of foul air, lowered his eyes and closed the sword, and said in a low voice:

"I won."

On his hanging right hand, a silver streamer quietly emerged.

Just like the moonlight in the mid-air.

　I was supposed to add an update today, but I just recovered from illness, so let’s put it tomorrow

　　[I originally wanted to write a sentence of cheng ren, but found that cheng ren seemed too Chinese?So what to say to the winner of a medieval duel

　　
　
(End of this chapter)