Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 507 The Knights Who Surrendered [Thanks to the book friends 2017... Reaching the leader, eight thousand chapters! 】

In the temporary camp of the Silver Blade Knight, there was silence.

After following Commander Christine for so many years, even a young follower who has just joined the regiment, his vision is not comparable to that of ordinary soldiers.Naturally, they could all see that this was a battle between the same ranks.

Leaving aside this underage acting head, why can he be promoted to the professional level like the experienced former acting head of Slovenier.The key point is why the strength gap between the two is so huge!

Why did Slovenier slash him with a sword without pain or itching, and his backhand sword was exactly the same, directly defeating Slovenier?

Danya, is this reasonable?Does the law of the kingdom allow this to happen?
They watched the young man put the long sword back into its sheath without blushing and panting. Little Hunter was already jumping up excitedly—if it wasn’t because the one he was defeated was a member of the knights he was more familiar with, I’m afraid he would Already did so.

He, he, he is really powerful!

At this moment, Slovenier felt that his whole body was almost exhausted. He sat down on the ground, panting heavily, and his face was soaked with sweat in a few seconds, and his beard was all glued together—— Even if he faced the undead under the absolute disadvantage of numbers, he had never been so embarrassing!

If it wasn't for the huge size gap between the boy in front of him and the leader, he would even think that the leader changed his skin and stood in front of him to fight against him.

But this thought immediately frightened him - why in his heart, he actually defaulted that the other party and the team leader were at the same level?
Fortunately, Cyril didn't know that at this moment, Slovenir's own strength had reached that level. Otherwise, he was still feeling that the "Moon Stone" was finally useful at this moment. How embarrassing.

"[Imprint: Moon Stone]: A stone that has been repeatedly washed by the spring water of the moon. It is said that when you sleep on it, you can hear the sound of nature's birth.

Under the moonlight, you will get the gift of the Moon Spring, and you will be able to master the magic power more easily. "

This time he finally realized the power of "buff bonus". At that moment, he felt as if he had rushed a long way in this realm in an instant, until he hit a high wall and had to stop.

And the effect it brings is the strongest sword he has swung so far - almost without the blessing of any sword skills, purely by mobilizing magic power, the so-called "epee has no front, great skill and no work" Maybe that's what it means.

I don't know how envious those mages who have to work hard to model according to the spell model and then fill it with magic power see such a simple and crude attack.

However, side effects also exist.With the excessive magic power flowing through, at this moment, Cyril felt that his right hand was so weak that he could hardly lift it, and could only hang halfway by his side, trying to pretend that he was fine.

He glanced around, the knights and followers had just recovered from the intimidating force of his sword at this time, just about to start discussing and expressing their emotions, suddenly felt the young man's eyes, and each of them immediately spoke again. Swallowed back into the stomach.

At this time, Slovenier finally got up from the ground, exchanged eyes with the guys he knew best with a wry smile, and then shook his head:

"I lost, and I lost thoroughly. You are indeed qualified to let her choose you as the acting head, and I agree."

After he finished speaking, he put his hand on his shoulder and bowed deeply to Cyril: "Deputy Captain, please give an order, the Silver Blade Knights are the sword in your hand at this moment."

The knights and followers at the side were taken aback when they saw Slovenir's serious statement, but then they all stood up and bowed to Cyril in unison.

Cyril hesitated for a moment, but he didn't expect the Silver Blade Knights to admit defeat so quickly. Originally, he was worried that there would be some wheel battles to torture him.

But he thought about it again, at least he had the sign of "Authenticated by Jane Christine" on his head, and he defeated them in a way that the leader would use, so it was normal to be recognized.

He didn't intend to waste time entangled in this point, and when he lowered his head and raised his head again, his expression had already turned serious.

"Since that's the case, next... the knights come and gather with me, we have a meeting, subordinates, go and prepare your bags in advance, we will leave before dawn."

"In such a hurry?" Otillet was taken aback. She thought that the young man would be happy for a while after being recognized, hold a dinner for everyone to celebrate, and start discussing the next plan tomorrow, but she didn't expect him It's so thoughtful.

Cyril turned around sharply, staring at the whispering female knight: "Otillet Christine——"

Otillet was taken aback, but he still spoke first: "Yes, acting head, just call me Otillet."

"Okay, Ottilette, if you are willing to analyze why I was being chased by a group of ghost knights when we met, you should be able to understand how urgent the situation is now—where are the scouts? Are there any in our knight order?" Scouts?" Cyril looked at the group of followers and said loudly, "Hant, are there any scouts among you?"

So Little Hunter ran out panting and excited, and almost fell in front of Cyril again, but this time he stood firm in time and saluted: "My lord, we, we don't have scouts, and we usually cooperate when we go out. The legion scouts the target..."

"Tsk, you are really high-ranking knights." Cyril secretly said, and then greeted the knights: "Worumud, you have worked in the mercenary regiment, I want you to lead a team, including the entourage and the knights. You can pick whatever you want, let them quickly learn how to detect and transmit information, and now come to a meeting with me."

"Yes, acting captain." Warren Mudd replied cheerfully, he did not have any resistance to the young man's superior position - rather, he was very curious about what achievements this young knight could make at the moment.

And Little Hunter hadn't left at this time, seeing that Cyril had finally finished speaking, he hurriedly said: "Master Acting Head, that, I..."

"What's wrong with you?" Cyril didn't dislike this little follower, he lowered his head, Hunter's eyes were full of longing.

But the knights on the side seemed to already know what Hunter wanted to ask, and Slovenier on the side said in a rough voice: "Hant, don't..."

But Little Hunter's desire this time seemed to be particularly strong. Before Slovenier finished speaking, he had already shouted: "Excuse me, can I learn swordsmanship from you?"

"Oh?" Cyril looked at him: "You want to learn swordsmanship from me?"

Little Hunter visibly became nervous, clenched his fists tightly: "I, I seem to be a little presumptuous... I'd better go first..."

But Cyril smiled, and immediately replied to him: "Of course, but now is not the time. The northern border is too chaotic now. When you arrive in my territory, Siliki, I promise that you will be able to become the leader in three months." An apprentice knight squire."

He put his hand on Hunter's shoulder and patted it twice as if he had entrusted him with it. Then he turned around and quickly walked away with many knights.

Little Hunter was standing by the campfire, smiling like a blooming flower on his small face, until the other subordinates came to urge him, and then followed him with a silly smile.

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"So the undead dug a passage from the border of northern Xinjiang to our vicinity?"

Looking at the long line drawn by the young knight leader on the map, all the knights widened their eyes, and then Ottilett patted the table and stood up:
"Impossible, with such a huge amount of work, even a giant beast in the extreme northern plain...even a vile-belly demolition ghost, it is impossible to forcibly blast a way out, and the sentries on the front line will definitely be able to find out..."

"It seems that you are indeed very knowledgeable, Ottilett, but there are too many undead creatures that you and I don't know about in the extreme northern plain, or they are called dark creatures. Dirty belly blasters have powerful destructive power to creatures, but it doesn't mean Its destructive power is also good at changing the terrain. If you understand it carefully, you will find that the lethality of the visceral demolition ghost comes from the internal juice splashed out when it explodes for the first time, and it will happen quickly when it comes into contact with the human body for the first time. It seems that there is almost no time difference between the first explosion and the first explosion, and the soil cannot trigger the second explosion of the juice... Sorry, digressed."

Cyril said a lot in one breath, and Otillet, who was standing with his hands on the table just now, sat down slowly and kept his mouth shut without saying a word—even if the quarrel with Slovenier ended When she was at a disadvantage, her face was never so ugly.

Cyril didn't look at her much, he could see from the previous words that this cousin of the head of the Christine family seemed to be the brains of the Knights, and she was quite proud of it—although she might have This ability, but at this moment, Cyril does not have the space and time to delegate power to her like he delegated power to Atsk.

Their time was too tight. At this moment, the Silver Blade Knights fed into his mouth was like a life-saving straw. He had to hold on to it tightly and use it to catch the way of life.

"What I'm talking about is established facts. If you have any doubts, I'll talk about it later." Cyril glanced at the knights again, seeing that no one had any objections, and then continued, "Our task is very simple, find the exit of the passage of the dead, Then bring reinforcements over and destroy this passage—is there a problem?"

Otillet, who had just been depressed just now, raised his hand again: "Since the undead can open up one passage, why can't they open up the second one?"

"Because the underground passage has limitations, we only need to let the earth elemental mages target it." Cyril's speech slowed down. They can prevent this by spreading out their posts."

Ottilie nodded: "Then I have no other questions."

"Okay, the meeting is over, we... leave at three o'clock in the morning."

The knights had no objection to Cyril's decision. They were aimless. If they hadn't met Cyril, they would have gone straight to the border.

They each returned to their tents to rest.Cyril wandered around the camp for two more times, and with the power of the Moon Stone, he confirmed the surrounding situation with the expanded Listening to the Wind technique before slowly returning to his tent.

He was chased away by the ghost knights for a long time, and he had already left the ghost army far away.And these undead troops, without exception, kept moving towards the Tower of the North Wind.

Their position is almost parallel to the Tower of the North Wind, where Cyril fled all the way north, and the undead troops seem to be further south of the White Flower Stronghold...

How long have these undead passages been dug?Will they read the map and dig a tunnel too far?
Cyril couldn't help complaining that the history he knew had become a mess at the moment, and thinking about it based on previous experience would obviously only lead to overturning.

He breathed in the icy cold air, let the cold wind roll into his lungs, his whole body trembled, and his spirit was lifted.

Sleep seemed to be less and less important to him, and he didn't even need to rest unless he was consuming a lot of mental power—from this perspective, he even felt more and more like a skeleton.

Bah, where did you find such a beautiful skeleton?To look like a vampire!
He began to worry about Caroline, Miss Mia, Elena, and the Siliki army again.With Atsk's ability, they should be fine, right?
Today is the sixth day after leaving Atsk and the others.In the blink of an eye, October has also entered the second half of the year, and it will enter a colder November.

Historically, the weather in November of this year was not too bad. The wind and snow almost cut off the road from the middle circle of northern Xinjiang to the outer circle. Otherwise, Lovisa and Alderney would not have had such an embarrassing life in history.

Since September, Lovisa and Alderney have been besieged. In October, the abnormal internal unification of the undead completely cut off the passage between the two heavy cities and the outside world, and from November to March of the following year. The Tower of the North Wind fell, and in the past five months, Lovisa and Alderney had hardly received any manpower and material supplies from the rear—except for a few forced teleportation arrays.

And the fall of the Tower of the North Wind in March of the following year became the last straw that crushed the two heavy cities—they originally thought that the materials and manpower accumulated in the Tower of the North Wind could be successfully transported to them after the cold winter passed. , but did not expect the Tower of the North Wind to collapse first.

This was followed by the fall of Lovisa in May and Alderney in August.

From this point of view, the undead's plan to attack La Rochelle's northern border is actually very clear no matter which timeline it is on, and it is the Tower of the North Wind that is the core point of the central axis.

It's just that on the original historical line, under the Tower of the North Wind, the bone dragon and the lich are still quietly merging, and now they have been destroyed by Cyril and others.As a last resort, they transported their troops to the northern border, trying to directly attack the Tower of the North Wind.

This plan is undoubtedly crazier and more dangerous, but it may be more effective-after all, you see, if there is no White Flower stronghold occupied by Cyril who is not in the plan and Burns discovers the movements of the undead, who can Did you think that the army of the undead has quietly approached the Tower of the North Wind?
"Still thinking about the battle plan?"

Cyril raised his eyes and saw Otillet and Slovenier with their arms folded leaning against his tent, greeting him.

"Why, plan to make use of the strengths of noble children, and lose face in class and block the alleys in class?" Cyril joked, which caused a burst of laughter from Otillet and Slovenier, "Haha, you It's not enough for Solkonan at all, if we have a grudge, we report it on the spot in class, and we can't keep it after class."

"Let's talk about anything." Cyril waved his hand, "Otherwise, go to bed earlier, I guess you rarely get up early and march."

"Then you underestimate us." Slovenier said with a laugh, "I was trained by Captain Christine from [-]:[-] in the morning to [-]:[-] in the evening, every day from life to death Live, this training intensity..."

As he talked, he even shivered, as if he had a posture of "the past is too bad to look back on".

Otillet who was on the side was more straightforward, and said directly: "I would like to know your source, and as the lord of Siliki, why don't you have any troops around you..."

"My army and I were forced to disperse due to the attack of the undead." Cyril said calmly, "It can be said that we fought the first regular battle against the undead in Northern Xinjiang, so I have definite news."

"Understood. Now your troops..."

"I don't know." Cyril shook his head, "But if they regroup, they will definitely go north again, so there's no need to worry about that."

Seeing Ottilett nodding his head, he turned to Slovenier: "So what about you?"

"I came here to talk about Hunter." Slovenier also put away his smile and said seriously, "Hinter volunteered to be a scout, although everyone disagreed, but Warrenmurd nodded and agreed. "

"Isn't this a good thing? Why do you all reject that child?" Cyril asked, he had seen that Hunter's status in this knight order was quite special.

Little Hunter looked no different from ordinary followers, but both the rest of the followers and the knights took good care of him, but they avoided letting him practice martial arts—even though he wanted to learn very much.

"Hunt is an orphan picked up by us. He suffered a head injury, and it is inconvenient to exercise and has poor balance." Slovenier said frankly, "He couldn't even walk well in the first year. It’s just about the same as normal people.”

Cyril was silent for a while, before speaking after a while: "Didn't you ask someone to see it?"

"I've been invited, but it's useless, saying that his brain has been corroded by neurotoxins and can't be repaired."

"Neurotoxin?" Cyril frowned, this kind of thing is rare——

"Everyone in their village died from a runaway clambus. It was probably injured by the sprayed venom. It can only be said that it is lucky to survive." Slovenier shook his head, "So You promised to teach him how to learn the sword..."

But the young knight in front of him showed a relaxed expression.

"You have never been to Siliki. It is a good place. If you grow there, you can be cured of many diseases with the care of natural breath. He will be able to walk normally in a few years, and maybe he can run faster in a few years." You are fast."

"More importantly, he doesn't want to be protected by you all the time, he also wants to do something."

Cyril bypassed the stunned Slovenier, opened the tent, and lay down in it.

Only the voice drifted out:

"Sleep, rest early, and don't fall off the horse tomorrow."

When Cyril opened his eyes, it was still dark outside.But there was already a lot of noise around, the horses pouted their hooves, the subordinates greeted each other to carry things, and the knights were already preparing their luggage.

It was only less than three o'clock now, and most people basically just closed their eyes and got up.Cyril stepped out of the tent, casually folded it and stuffed it into the space bracelet.But seeing that there is almost no need to rely on extra horses to transport supplies outside, and the knights stuffed the luggage into the storage space casually. I have to feel that they are indeed children of nobles, and the money for storage equipment is not bad at all.

But it's also convenient, otherwise it would be cumbersome for them to act.

The efficiency of the Silver Blade Knights was extremely high, and the entire camp had been dismantled before three o'clock.If it weren't for the holes in the tents and the traces of the campfire, no one would know that there was a knight order stationed here.

Of course, these traces will soon be covered by snow.

After they finished their preparations, the knight group counted the retinues, and a hundred horses were ready to go.

But before they set off, there was a rush of horse hoofbeats outside the camp, and then Wollenmud rode his war horse "Grey Throat", with little Hunter sitting in front of him, and rushed to Cyril in a hurry :
"Acting head, to the southeast of the camp, we found more than three hundred skeletons marching in a hurry."

"March in a hurry?" Before Cyril had time to think about it, he heard a rush of horseshoes, and a retinue selected by Wollen Mudd as a scout also came galloping on horseback. A small group of skeletons was found marching in the south, more than two hundred in number!"

"Again?"

Adding the two together, there are nearly five hundred skeletons. The definition of "urgent march" is not the same as that of ordinary marches. The former is a march that does not count the physical loss of the team.Even if the skeleton is a necromancer creature without the limitation of physical fitness, it still has the magic power loss for the necromancer leading the team.

The skeletons who marched in a hurry basically went directly to the battlefield - but they were now in the west of the Doin Plain, and it would take another day to march to the Tower of the North Wind. How could they start marching in a hurry from now on?
"Aren't they coming for us?"

"No, they are leaning eastward, and we haven't gone deep." Little Hunter replied.

"So they are marching in a hurry... Who are they planning to fight? But this is the Duoyin Plain, how can those private troops come back so quickly?"

Cyril became more and more confused, and Slovenier on the side had already said: "Acting head, are we going according to the original plan, or..."

Otillet said at the same time: "If the observed targets are all skeletons, then they may belong to the same unit, and their frontline units have encountered interception, so they will send additional reinforcements. If we launch from the rear at this time The surprise attack may just become the key player in deciding the outcome of that battle."

Cyril noticed that the eyes of the knights were full of fighting spirit. Although each of them didn't speak, they all seemed to be urging him to order an "attack" - the heroic knights rescued the reinforcements who were in trouble. It's an irresistible temptation.

But he was ruthless, and his eyes were on the overall situation in the long run - at this time, if he stayed here for an hour longer, a new undead army might arrive in the interior of northern Xinjiang, and if he chose to fight, he would be deadlocked...

He was about to speak out his decision, when suddenly there was another sound of hooves, this time coming from the west:

"My lord, there are skeletons marching in a hurry to the west, and they are coming towards us!"

The knights who were still quiet suddenly exploded the nest when they heard the news.At this time, even if Cyril spoke, it was impossible to stop them—if Captain Christine commanded them, they would have rushed up screaming when they heard the movement of the first skeleton!

"Then knights!" Cyril shouted in a long voice, and the voice was clearly poured into the ears of every excited knight under the transport of the wind, "Come with me, send these undead who dare to provoke us on the road, and then turn around and kick Their asses!"

Then there was the sound of long swords being unsheathed in unison.

The silver light is brilliant, like a galaxy flowing on the snow field.

Then, this piece of galaxy began to gallop.

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On the snow field, a dark brown soil wall rises flat. Although it is only four meters high, it is tough enough to guard the queue of 800 people.

The soldiers on the city wall, dressed in indigo robes, kept stabbing the halberds in their hands, stabbing the skeletons that were trying to break through the city wall by stacking them down the city.

"My lord, another group of undead is approaching. Counting the previous ones, the total number of regular troops has exceeded one thousand." The soldier said with some panic, "We, our city wall, can we still hold on?"

The "adult" who was questioned by him held a long staff in his hand, and the golden elemental magic power was attached to it, which turned into thin lines and linked to the walls of the city.

He shook his head, then turned to another person who was covered in robes and said, "Zimmerman, maybe you should..."

"I understand." The man also raised the long staff in his hand, but was silent for a moment, and then heard the trembling sound of "rumbling" outside the city wall.The soldiers on the city wall couldn't help screaming, because they saw that the skeleton soldiers who were still crowded under the city wall suddenly flew up a large area, and a huge group of dark brown cubes slowly protruded from the city wall. It came up, and finally revealed a body with a width of more than three meters——

Earth Elemental Giant!
With just one kick, this huge body lifted a large number of skeletons into the air, and crushed the bodies of several skeletons when it fell.In an instant, the line of skeletons under the city wall was torn apart.

The screams of the soldiers turned into cheers, but before the cheers lasted long, there was a "buzz" in the air, and then the earth elemental giant's head exploded in half with a "bang" .

The broken clods fell rapidly and hit the city wall.The soldiers who couldn't dodge in time were crushed under the clod, severely breaking several bones directly.

But this does not completely stop the actions of the giant earth elements.The mage under the cloak began to mutter again, and the damaged head of the earth elemental giant was repaired in an instant.It strode forward with huge strides towards the direction from the source of magic power, crushing a large number of skeletons along the way.

But every time it takes a step forward, there will be a popping sound in the air. When it is about to approach the source of the magic power, the popping sound in the air will be one piece, and the earth elemental giant suddenly Impossible to move forward for a while, dozens of holes suddenly appeared on the huge body!

The mage under the cloak let out a muffled grunt, and then suddenly slammed the staff on the snow hard.In an instant, the stagnant earth elemental giant suddenly began to shake its body vigorously, throwing its body away like mud.

The clods that fell on the ground fell on the place where the skeletons were densely packed, and after a few breaths, they suddenly lit up brightly, and then exploded into pieces!

The skeletons under the city wall were almost cleared, and there were broken bones everywhere.

But the mage sighed deeply——

The earth elemental giant he made with mana was intercepted by the opponent's lich, and what was destroyed by self-destruct was just a group of cannon fodder skeletons. Only a small part of the opponent's regular army was injured, and they were still watching leisurely from behind.

This is a very rogue tactic of the undead. When they have enough cannon fodder skeletons, they will unscrupulously consume the cannon fodder skeletons first, wasting the opponent's stamina, and then let the regular army that has been fully rested come in to harvest.

If it weren't for the presence of two earth elemental mages in their formation, I'm afraid this mere 800-man team would have been wiped out by this group of skeletons long ago.

And if Cyril was here, he would recognize that these two mages happened to be his defeated opponents——

Lewis Zimmerman and Amy Harbor, the former was defeated by him at Mufeng Festival, and the latter was defeated by him at Morino City.Both of them are earth-type professional-level mages to which the Green Tower belongs.

The identity of this army besieged by the undead was naturally revealed——

The Duke of O'Connor belongs to the Amathir Nature Guard.

"Where are the reinforcements, Lord O'Connor hasn't replied yet?" Zimmerman asked with a frown, and at the same time glanced at the soldiers who were repairing beside him.The battle in cold weather made this group of Amathir who grew up in warm areas very uncomfortable, and they would have to rest after a long time.

They discovered this belatedly. Although they tried to make adjustments, this required a certain amount of training support, and it was not something that could be changed in the short term.

Amy Harbor was silent, and the answer to this question was obviously no.He concentrated on maintaining the city wall, estimated his magic power, and suddenly said:

"We can't procrastinate any longer, at least we have to get rid of the Lich, otherwise we will just be consumed to death."

"But you can't make a move, I can't catch it." Zimmerman's face was ugly, "I can't do without the city wall, let our soldiers and skeletons go head-to-head, right?"

The two fell into a difficult situation, and the city wall was still facing round after round of shocks.The bones that had been shattered by the blast also shook and began to gather again. It didn't take long for several broken bodies to be spliced ​​together and began to press against the city wall again.

"Could it be that we are going to be grinded to death here by these skeletons?"

This sad thought suddenly rose from the minds of the two mages, making them tremble all over. Obviously, it was inconceivable for him to have such a thought.

Just as they were about to say a few words of comfort to each other to boost morale, a messenger's heart-piercing shout suddenly came from the city wall:
"My lord, there are reinforcements, there are reinforcements!"

"They're coming from behind the skeletons, they're going to poke the butts of those skeletons!"

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