Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 526 The Third Core and Reunion

"Bright Wing Infantry Regiment, are you back?"

This was the fifth time Claude Atlee asked the adjutant the question, and the adjutant shook his head for the fifth time.

He watched his officer's eyes glazed over, his eyelids fighting there, and he fell backwards after getting his answer, leaning against the railing behind him, resting his forehead with one hand.

They are all too tired.

The strange fluctuation of magic power in the first position disappeared 10 minutes ago, and now it was dark, the Bright Wing Infantry Regiment, which should have retreated to the flank of the main position to help defend, has not returned for a long time.

In fact, Atley knew it well. The war weapons of the class of "behemoths" were not something that ordinary teams could stop. Cars and catapults are already the most luxurious configuration.

Dennis, Murphy, Simon, Matthew, Olier, Jonas, Lister, Abner...

The voices whose names corresponded to them quickly flashed through his mind. This Brilliant Wing Infantry Regiment was brought up by him alone, without any other people's interference during the period. This regiment is like his own son. direct descendant——

"My lord, my lord..." the adjutant said dryly, but couldn't stop his excitement.Atley turned his head, and before the adjutant could speak, he saw a dark figure appearing from behind them.

"They came around behind us? Damn, do we have any extra..."

"My lord, this is reinforcements, reinforcements!"

Atley's mind suddenly cleared up. He stared wide-eyed and looked back. On the high-flying flag, there were two long swords intertwined in the pattern of falling water droplets——if it wasn't the Church Crusaders of the Primordial Church, who was it?
"Reinforcements, really reinforcements!"

He shouted excitedly, and the soldiers around him also shouted.Amidst their shouts, a burst of holy light opened from behind like a fan, bathing the entire main position in this warm halo.

Their aching and limp muscles were gradually restored, and their weary spirits were refreshed.Behind them, a middle-aged bald priest in a black-and-silver-trimmed robe held high a long-handled warhammer. Behind him were church soldiers bathed in holy light and dressed in silver armor, with crossed swords With a cold light shining, they are rushing forward in a uniform manner.

But at this time, there was a sound of horseshoes on their flanks—horses in heavy armor appeared rolling in snow and mist, and banners painted with water droplets and raised front hooves, and mighty knight patterns were hunting in the wind.This group of knights faced the unsuspecting backs of a group of lightly armored skeletons, and they pierced them through with just one sprint.

The soldiers on the flanks quickly opened a way to let the group of primordial knights of the church enter the position.The leading knight rode his horse all the way to the center of the position, and asked loudly, "Commander? Where is the Commander?"

Atley finally recovered from the excitement of the long drought and the rain. He climbed down the sentry tower and greeted the knight: "I am the temporary commander of the Snow Owl Army Reserve Army, Claude Arter profit."

"Your Excellency Atley, thank you for your efforts for the kingdom." The knight bowed and saluted, his heavy armor clanging with his movements, "I am the Knight of the Third Knight Order of the Primordial Church, 'Scorching Fire' Regimental Commander Andrew Coffey, with support from the Terrain Plains."

After he finished speaking, he straightened up, looked forward, and his tone was full of admiration: "The reserve army led by your Excellency is worthy of praise for being able to fight against several times the undead with one army - in my opinion, it is better than The Snowy Owl Legion stationed in Alderney."

"Wonderful praise, your Excellency said...was led by the commander of the Herman legion?" Atley said in surprise, it seems that this knights came back from the border town, and the main force of the legion led by Heywood Herman It was stationed in Alderney.

"It's okay not to mention it." Andrew Coffey waved his hand boldly, "A great victory on the front line. We and the church crusaders in the rear will help you remove these filthy undead and ensure the stability of the rear."

While they were talking, the crusader priests of the church had erected a new low wall.Those swordsmen who used double swords took the position of the tired infantry of the Snowy Owl Legion. With just two swings of the long swords with silver light, they chopped down the skeletons in front of them to the ground.

"Your Excellency Atley, excuse me." Andrew Coffey bowed again, then got on his horse, raised a spear handed over by a soldier, and shouted loudly: "Knights of Scorching Fire, in the name of Danya!"

The knights of the Primordial Church roared and responded. Under the leadership of Andrew Coffey, they rushed out of the opening made by the soldiers and turned into a torrent of steel. In the blink of an eye, they rushed through the skeletons blocking the position There is a gap.

Atley clutched his chest, feeling that a hanging boulder had finally fallen down at this moment.

"The whole army is ready, and there is still room to follow the church army."

He sat down on the ground, breathing heavily, looking up at the hazy sky.

A ray of long-lost sunshine seems to have leaked out of the haze in the north.

Hold on, he really hold on.

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Cyril rushed towards the Tower of the North Wind non-stop, and even the knights of the Silver Blade Knights could hardly keep up with his speed.

For this reason, he also won the title of "Iron Man" among the knights.

Although the battle in the mine pit was fierce, it was not huge in terms of scale.They judged that the large army of the undead had gathered around the Tower of the North Wind, and what they blocked was only a small part of it.

If nothing happened to Caroline and Alina, then they must be in the Tower of the North Wind——

At this moment, Cyril can only think so.

The characteristics of the undead made him not easily tired, and the Nightmare Horse had no downtime. This galloping black flame galloped all the way until it stopped at the southernmost end of the battlefield in the Doin Plain.

There was an empty battlefield in front of him, and the battlefield outside the battlefield was a bloody mess, with rotten flesh and blackened blood stains sticking to the snow all over the ground.

This tragic scene made Cyril think that he had returned to the battlefield of modern warfare—this half body, these broken limbs, did they experience an air strike?

What the hell is going on here?
He was slowly advancing on the battlefield, and there was no interference from the undead around him, and there were no follow-up undead troops in the distance. Judging from this posture, either the undead slaughtered the position, or the people in the position had already retreated. And the undead have already turned around.

Until amidst the bloody mess on the ground, a strange bright silver caught his attention.

Cyril jumped off the horse, used his sword to push aside the pile of rotten flesh mixed with white bone powder, and found that it was a piece of breastplate.He picked up the breastplate, and on the snow under the breastplate lay a piece of white jade-like stone tablet, inserted obliquely into the snow——

Is this?

He was short of breath all of a sudden, and stretched out his hand to pull it out from the snow. The warm texture was no different from the two pieces he had touched before!
Damaged soul core!
Danya is above Nora, Cyril never expected to pick up a piece of [broken soul core] here - this prop who knows how to generate it, he thought it would be at least a few months later Only then did I have a chance to touch the next piece, but I didn't expect to find it here.

The first soul core was accidentally obtained from the third session of the Wind Festival, and that soul core contained the regretted obsession of the elf Grigastaf from the beginning of the century.

The second soul core was accidentally obtained from Burnsley's necromancer. The necromancer tried to use it to promote Lich, but was attacked by Cyril.Among them, the Silver Blade Knights who died in battle outside the Tower of the North Wind were preserved.

But this third soul core...

Cyril's heart suddenly tightened. He still doesn't know how to generate the soul core, but the conditions required for the generation have gradually become clear.On the battlefield, in a messy battlefield, the elements that can satisfy the soul core generation must be inseparable from key words such as "death in battle" and "sacrifice"!
Then this soul core appeared with the sacrifice of a group of heroic soldiers!
He felt that the stone tablet in his hand was much heavier because of this, combined with the breastplate in the other hand - this breastplate was a fragment that flew out alone, not even a little bit of flesh and blood - he didn't dare to think about it .

Cyril took a deep breath, and his eyes fell on the soul core again. Maroon fonts appeared in front of the retina, and the description of the item was written on it:
"[Damaged soul core]: It seals some fearless wills, they are destroyed here, and they cannot sleep forever.

They howled in pain, under absolute coercion.

They spread their glorious wings, and they are as mortal as Monroe. "

Monroe--

This word appeared before Cyril's eyes again, and Cyril knew that it was a way of distinguishing levels of strength in ancient times—no, to be precise, it should be a way of distinguishing people's familiarity with the world and the level of power they use.

Ino corresponds to the professional level, and Monroe should correspond to the "extraordinary" level above the professional level.

What was written on this soul core...could it be that this group of soldiers who died in battle killed an enemy at the level of "extraordinary" at a level that was not even at the professional level?
How can this be?

This astonishing news made Cyril frowned. Although the level conversion of the game has been blurred before the concepts of "professional level" and "extraordinary level", it can still be exchanged. level, defeated a boss above level [-]——

What are you kidding?If you want to kill the boss across the [-]th level in [Road to Glory], even the most elite group, you have to kill the boss at least five times or ten times?
How did they do that?
Cyril held the stone tablet and thought about it for a long time, but he couldn't come up with any idea—unless someone cheated them, it would be impossible to do such a thing.

"rustle……"

A slight sound of footsteps made Cyril flip his hands and put away the stone tablet.He pulled out his long sword in an instant, turned around and looked behind him, only to see a petite figure walking slowly with a body hunched over his back, his long blond hair half hanging down on the ground, holding his sword.

"Alina?"

He widened his eyes, and immediately recognized the other party's identity, and shouted.

The girl who heard his voice seemed to be struck by lightning, and raised her head in disbelief. The moment she saw Cyril, her legs softened and she knelt down on the ground.

Immediately afterwards, a wanton cry came from her mouth.

Cyril hurried forward, and while crying loudly, Elena hugged the person on her back to her body and shook her vigorously: "Caroline, Caroline, don't go to sleep, Cyril is here, Cyril is here!"

The girl who was still drooping her head and letting her white hair hang down suddenly raised her head, revealing a dirty little face. The moment she saw Cyril, she also let out a groan and burst into tears.

"Cyril, Cyril!"

Cyril strode forward, not caring about his identity at this time, he opened his arms and hugged the two girls in his arms.

The Nightmare Horse slowly jumped forward—unknowingly, it had turned into a huge rabbit.It jumped to Caroline's side, and took the initiative to use its soft and warm fluff to touch the little girl's body, warming their cold bodies.

The two girls tried hard to stop crying, but as Cyril's body temperature came, they couldn't stop anymore, and one cried louder than the other——

Even though they have been on the battlefield for a long time and have experienced things that their peers in many towns have not experienced, in essence, they are still just underage girls—according to La Rochelle's 17-year-old adult law, they even Not yet of age.

Although they have experienced many dangerous things before, Cyril Adrian, the young lord, has always been by their side.

Only this time, it was really only the two of them who were living outside, experiencing the danger of life and death.

Cyril didn't say a word, but gently wrapped his arms around them.Gradually the crying stopped, their trembling bodies stabilized, and each of them breathed slowly——

They fell asleep.

After wandering outside for so long, they hardly had a peaceful sleep, and this moment was the only moment when their hearts settled down.

The Nightmare Horse on the side—it should make the Nightmare Rabbit tilt its head, its long ears drooping, as if it wanted to ask Cyril whether he should change back or continue to maintain this posture.

"Continue to be a rabbit first." Cyril said softly, and then placed the two girls on the spacious back of the Nightmare Rabbit, like a cradle bed, so that their bodies were trapped in the warm fluff.

"I'm going to see the battlefield over there, and you take them to hide." Cyril said, raised his long sword, and walked towards the north - not far away, the shouts of killing sounded soaring into the sky, as if the humans there were Launch a counterattack.

And behind him.

Caroline, who was deeply trapped in the rabbit's fur, suddenly opened one eye, still scarlet, watching Cyril's back as he left.

"Is this your first personal guard... Why can't you smell the breath of the dead? Why is there a soul core? His soul core is also very interesting..."

"Huh? This smell..."

"Interesting, so interesting..."

"Caroline" whispered, the redness in her eyes gradually receding.Then he closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

　ti10, alas.

　　I can't accept it, I choose to believe in conspiracy theories【

　　
　
(End of this chapter)