Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 515 Task Assignment
Xie Er sat on the slope, straightened her long legs, put her big sword flat on her thighs, and looked at the gray sky above her head with some gloom.

"Shel."

Leonardo's chunky body under the strange armor staggered over, and then sat directly beside the red-haired female swordsman.

"Or should I call you...Miss Shiva?"

"Leonardo, I don't like such jokes." She propped her hands back, letting her long fiery red hair tied into a ponytail fall to the snow, her eyes staring at the flipped world, "Schel, my name is Xie you."

But Leonardo didn't seem to hear her rebuttal, and continued on his own: "Let me guess—because you don't like the setting that the Shiva family arranged for you, such as becoming a good girl, Dancing at balls in fancy gowns... so you're running out alone?"

Sher raised her head all of a sudden, and her long ponytail was thrown in front of her because of the sharp arc. Her eyes were rounded, and she asked in amazement, "How do you know?"

As soon as she finished speaking, she realized that she seemed to have exposed too much, so she closed her mouth, put the big sword aside, put her arms around one knee, and turned her head to avoid looking at Leonardo.

But Leonardo let out a bold and unrestrained laugh as if he had succeeded in his conspiracy: "I knew that girls your age—my daughter is also like this."

"Your daughter? Do you have a daughter?" Shell turned his head back again.

One of the cornerstones of Siliki has taught her a lot in terms of swordsmanship and xinxing, and she is also a teacher and friend to her-but apart from these aspects, she rarely hears about Leonardo.

It's as if this wandering knight is an old bachelor, or a playboy who has never touched a leaf among thousands of flowers-does she know how mature and attractive women are under this funny helmet? His face——it was only because he was tired from wandering that he chose to rest in Siliki.

But at this moment, the other party actually took the initiative to mention that even if the big battle was coming, she still couldn't help but ask one more question.

"That's my pride. Although she is not as I thought, a little princess willing to read in the sunlight that the leaves in the attic let through, I still respect her choice." Leonardo shook, Probably shrugged, "It's family after all, so I think—maybe your family members aren't so repulsive..."

"Maybe my father is not as open-minded as you." Schell interrupted Leonardo again, and his tone became stiff, "Okay, before the war starts, I want to be alone-I think Hagen Trogne and the others need some encouragement from you, and now you should leave time for them."

Leonardo stood up helplessly, patted the armor behind him, and walked into the distance: "Okay, you are right, those young lads really need more encouragement. But—"

He stopped suddenly, and then said in a low voice: "This is indeed a big battle. I can't guarantee that we can all survive."

"So, don't you plan to think of some words for your parents before your imminent death?"

"Miss Shiva?"

After he finished speaking, he folded his hands behind his head, swayed his body, and walked out of Shell's sight.

The female swordsman with long red hair was left sitting on the slope, and after a while, she curled up her other leg, wrapped her hands around her knee, and rested her chin on her knee.

"Mind your own business." She glanced at the sword out of the corner of her eye, but couldn't help but look at the ballista position belonging to the North Wind Crusade on the distant hill.

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"Is there a particularly important task for us? General Angers."

Standing in front of Atsk Angers, Memphela, the captain of the Elven Ranger from the Elgin Forest, asked earnestly.

"Of course. This task is very difficult, but also very important. Among us, only you can successfully complete it. Miss Christian, we will talk about your task later."

Azik looked at the elf with long brown curly hair. Even in this weather, she still had her right upper arm bare—because she thought that wearing too much clothes would affect her strength and speed of drawing the bow.

"Our biggest shortcoming lies in the number of people. Using the terrain, we may be able to eliminate one or two undead legions, but if the opponent has a necromancer to provide spell blessing, the time we can support without war sacrifices will inevitably be greatly reduced."

"So you want me..." Memphela had already understood the meaning of Azike's words, and Azike said along the way: "Yes, you don't need to command the archers, they are very mature. Under Yi's leadership, they knew how to focus their fire and what frequency they should use to shoot."

"I hope you can give the core of the undead army, the necromancer and the lich the greatest interference, it is best to kill them directly—"

"I will arrange for you to be on the west side of the mine, the farthest from the eastern position. The backs of the liches and necromancers will be exposed to your bows and arrows."

"But it also means that you will be targeted by them-they won't let a good archer threaten their core from a distance, and we can't give you any support."

"Do you understand it?"

Atzke spoke word by word, speaking every word clearly.The female elf in front of her looked a little nervous at first, but at the end, she showed a relaxed look.

"Is that all?" She waited for Atsk to finish speaking, and said calmly, "Don't underestimate our elf patrol team. Compared with the Black Forest, what are the undead?"

"Leave it on me. I didn't come to Siliki to embarrass the Congye clan."

She didn't procrastinate, after bowing slightly, she turned around and was about to leave.

"Memphela." Atzke called out to her, and after seeing her turn around, he hesitated for a moment before saying:
"Nora, may the stars shine on you."

The female elf watched him quietly, and suddenly raised the corners of her mouth, revealing a smile like leaves in midsummer.

"Wesh dus hu kusa slieb..."

She quickly finished speaking a long series of obscure elf language, then put one hand on her chest, and the back of the other hand against her forehead - if Cyril was here, he would definitely be able to recognize it, this is something elves rarely use by outsiders , a "gift of nature" that pays homage.

"The meaning of this passage is, may the wind that blows through the treetops pass through your window, may the sun that falls among the grass illuminate your garden, and nature be with you and me. Good day, General Angers transport."

Meng Feila straightened up with a smile, then held her head high, turned around and walked towards her next post.

Azike watched her disappearing figure silently, feeling mixed feelings in his heart for a moment, not knowing what to say.He froze for a moment, then turned to the last person beside him whom he wanted to assign a task to.

Mia Christian.

In fact, he was very unfamiliar with Mia's level of strength. He only knew that she was about the level of the fourth ring, a mage majoring in water, and could also serve as a healer.

At the age of seventeen or eighteen, Master Sihuan can be regarded as the best among his peers.But how talented?I can't even tell.

The threshold for a fourth-ring mage is nothing more than mastering eight instant second-ring spells and completing the model construction of the third-ring spells within a short period of time.

Although it is said that the promotion of each ring within the Mage is greater than that of other professions, the promotion of each ring is real, unlike other professions, where the improvement of strength seems hazy.

But after all, the sixth-ring mage is a professional level, and everyone knows how big the difference is between a professional and a non-professional.

Therefore, the task of this conception is not extremely important, and it is best to achieve it, but if Miss Mia is not strong enough... then it can only be said to be a pity.

Azike looked at Miss Mage, the latter's pretty face was flushed red by the cold wind, but she was looking at the north without knowing it, as if her eyes could cross the distant space and fall to the place where she left On the boy who has been beside her for a long time.

"Miss Christian." He cleared his throat, and before he could speak formally, he heard Mia say:
"My task...is to maintain the muddy road?"

As she said, she tapped the beautiful Ziying wood and the azure crystal staff inlaid with sapphires on the ground: "I think I should be able to do this task."

Atzke was not surprised that Mia would guess his thoughts. After all, the latter is really smart, but the key problem is not here: "But we can't provide you with a safe platform for casting spells at close range."

"It doesn't matter, the current position is fine, although I can't promise to hold on for too long."

Miss Mage raised her staff and gestured as if aiming with a bow.The place she was standing was tens of meters vertically from the ground, which was not the normal four-ring... no, the casting distance that a five-ring mage could reach.

But Azike didn't say anything, just nodded deeply, and then said: "Then I'll leave it to you... If you can do this at the critical moment, our battle will be much easier."

He left Miss Mage who was meditating on the spot, turned around, and returned to the defensive position that was being built below.

Although the half-lizard mage Thomas is a half-baked guy, he still has some abilities that a mage should have.The strong half-lizard people brought the rocks from a distance, piled them on both sides of the pass, and Thomas reinforced them, making the exit of the road even narrower, and only ten people could stand side by side.

At the same time, they also built bunkers for hiding on the sloping ground in line with the pass, and expanded the line of defense-if they didn't occupy such a position, they would be attacked by countless undead over the sloping ground, and fell into a fatal situation. among the disadvantages.

The Siliki army, who had already had a lot of experience in fighting the undead, was very aware of the horror of the undead at this moment.The details of this kind of battle are not what Atsk can teach them.He ran between positions, guiding the perfection of the defensive front.

With infantry as the line of defense and archers as the main output - this is the infantry tactics he is best at.But now the archers he has have been trained by elves, which are better than ordinary archers; the infantry in the front row have a steel-like will, and their toughness is also stronger than those chess pieces.

come on!

There seemed to be a fierce light in Atsk Angers' eyes.

He wanted to see how many undead would be needed to overwhelm the position he was so proud of!

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On the Duoyin Plain.

There were more and more flags flying in the distance, from a few to a dozen to dozens, and Claude Atley had no time to count how many undead gathered in the distance.

The earth wall erected in the front row has been half collapsed under the impact of a round of undead knights.From dealing with the simple cannon fodder troops at the beginning, to now contacting the regular army of the undead, the Snowy Owl Legion has been fighting for more than five hours.

The rotation frequency on the front line could no longer restore every soldier to full energy, and due to the collapse of the earth wall, the pressure they were under was much higher than before.

"How long will it take for our reinforcements to arrive!" Atley grabbed the adjutant's collar and shouted loudly—otherwise, the sound of the flying stones flying over his head and the shouts of killing around him would have overwhelmed his voice. completely engulfed in it.

But before the adjutant could answer, he raised his eyes to the north and got the answer——

A team of distraught cavalry was being chased by the undead, rushing past the rain-like undead archers' position, and coming towards their position.When this cavalry team of hundreds of people finally rushed into their line, there were only a few dozen cavalry left in a panic.

They were intercepted by the undead.

Atley's heart sank. Although they had already had this premonition, they couldn't spare the manpower to escort the reinforcements to the front line, which was helpless.

"Where are the mages? Let them step forward to relieve the pressure."

"My lord, the mages are all meditating and resting, and their magic power is almost exhausted." The adjutant also shouted and replied, his voice was already hoarse.

While they were talking, they heard a horse neighing in front of them.Atley turned his head to look, but saw a few tall horses, whether real or not, rushing fiercely into the group of infantry, and the knight on the horse swung his spear in his hand, and several infantrymen were sent flying away.

"Ghost, it's the Ghost Corps!"

The soldiers in front shouted heart-piercingly, and a group of weapons stabbed at the knights.But the ghost knight's body instantly turned into an incorporeal body, causing those weapons to stab into the empty space, and then the horse under his crotch leaped high, switching between virtual and real, messing up the infantry on the front line.

Atley's brows were tightly frowned—from the sentry tower he was standing on, he could see that, outside the front line, there were still a large number of ghost infantry rushing towards the front line.Without an elite corps to deal with these difficult creatures, any commander would feel a headache, not to mention that the snowy owl corps he is commanding is just a reserve of the regular army...

While he was in distress, a roaring giant fireball flew past him and hit the ghost knight who was raging in the crowd.The moment the blazing magic power erupted, the ghost knight "melted" instantly.

He turned his head and saw a fire mage with a tired face nodding to him.

He suddenly made a decision in his heart.

"Immediately, let the mage inform the Tower of the North Wind that we need assistance from the Tower of the North Wind."

(End of this chapter)