Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 532 Danya turned into a meteor overnight to beat me

The elven archer crouched on a branch, looking down through the gaps in the leaves.The giant blue bow in her hand was supported steadily, like a snake coiled on a tree trunk.

She stared tirelessly at the forest road below, and the eagle eye perspective allowed her to capture more information.A bush in the corner of the eye suddenly shook slightly, and she immediately turned the direction of the giant bow in her hand, and an arrow had condensed on the giant bow in the blink of an eye.

But what responded to her was a fox that emerged from the bushes, wagging its fluffy tail.

She looked away in disappointment, but at this moment, a chill came from behind her.She twisted subconsciously, her slender legs kicked backwards, and at the same time, a vine skillfully supported her body, providing her with a fulcrum.

"Beep!"

The thick heels of the leather boots stepped on the long sword, making two soft sounds, and the boy's body was forced to emerge from the shadows.In front of his eyes, the giant bow in the half-lying elf's hand had already been opened, and before the sharp blue arrow was shot, the wake of the gust of wind had already been rolled up.

At such an extremely close distance, he will be unable to avoid this shot!
But he didn't panic at all, the long sword in his hand slapped the elf's boots, but he heard a "buzz", and a strange stream of light flashed across the elf's body in an instant.

And the elf was surprised to find that the cyan giant bow that was still solid in his hand had become illusory. At this moment, his hand seemed to be empty—although this strange state lasted only for a short moment, but That arrow had no chance to shoot again.

The long sword in the young man's hand had already been slapped flatly like a wooden stick, hitting her abdomen.That force made her unable to maintain her center of gravity, and the vine behind her disappeared for some reason, and fell straight down, hitting the bottom of the tree.

"Cough, cough, cough..." In the smoke and dust, the elf slowly stood up, and there was a small hole under the tree because of her smashing.But in terms of professional physique, such impact damage is nothing.

And the young man's long sword on the tree was put into its sheath, and it also floated to the ground.

"My lord." She leaned forward, "It's still the first case, my magic power is blocked."

"So out of the three experiments, 28 were blocking magic power?" The young man muttered, nodding, "Thank you, Memphis."

"This is what I should do." Meng Feila showed a bit of self-ashamedness on his face, "Instead, I should thank the lord. From the perspective of the drill, I can hardly provide the lord with any help..."

"No, no, no, Memphis." Cyril shook his head and said, "Professional level is not just a concept of rank, it represents your main attack direction. Remember the one you successfully shot in the third rehearsal Arrow?"

"Ah, I missed the shot." Memphela shyly stretched out her hands to brush the messy long hair at the back of her head.

"A very beautiful arrow." Cyril first approved, and then said: "If you use your professional-level ability, the arrows you shoot now are far more powerful than before, but the same momentum is also greater. This means ...The combat thinking of the patrol team in the past is not suitable for you."

"Ah..." Memphira opened her mouth slightly, with a puzzled look on her face.

"The forest patrol team is good at dealing with emergencies in the forest. The combat distance like this is often very short, and you can't take advantage of your professional level." Cyril explained, making a posture of drawing a longbow, and gestured, "You The current direction is to stand on the highest mountain, see the enemy, and then use your arrows with astonishing speed, strength and power to kill him—"

"I like to call a role positioned like this a sniper."

"And your next route is how to amplify the advantages of this direction as much as possible and make up for the shortcomings - for example, in close combat, you may be able to restrain the enemy with natural spells? Or enhance your physical skills , Transform the way you use power? Of course, these are all up to you, I can only give some opinions..."

Memphis was thoughtful, and murmured the words that Cyril uttered: "Sniper, sniper..."

As she read, her eyes gradually lit up, and finally she nodded heavily: "My lord, I understand, thank you for your teaching."

Cyril watched Memphera walk away happily, probably because of his words, he had a new way of thinking, and a relaxed smile appeared on his face.

Today, Siliki already has four professional players.This number may not sound like a lot, but if the premise is that the Siliki Army has only been established for half a year, and the total number of people has not even exceeded [-]...then this ratio is very scary.

Leonardo and the former acting head of the Silver Blade Knight, Alex Slovenier, have both been professional players for many years, while Memphis was able to be promoted successfully on the battlefield in northern Xinjiang by chance.

In actual combat exercises, a professional level like Meng Feila exposed a big problem: she couldn't adapt to her new, professional level fighting style.

Professional strength and fighting style complement each other. On the battlefield, Memphela chose to advance in this direction because he desperately wanted to shoot the undead lich.Her future fighting style must be changed in this direction, so that she can exert the power that she can exert at the professional level.

Cyril noticed this problem keenly.Although Siliki still has four professional ranks for the time being, there are more than one or two reserve guards—I don’t know how many of those battle-tested Silver Blade Knights are stuck in that last kick.

Even if it was someone close to Cyril, he believed that people with certain talents like Elena and Mia would not be stuck in front of that threshold for long with the help of a traverser like himself.

The strength of a single person can't change much, but if it is the strength of a group of people—if on the day when O Saint-Emma goes to war against La Rochelle, a dozen or two people rush out of the little-known little place of Silikie Ten extraordinary hunks, how can the Austrian St. Emma's army be able to withstand it?
Of course, this is all in the future.

The future can be expected, the future can be expected.

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They were still on their way back to Siliki, and had just left Northern Xinjiang at this moment.The cold wind in northern Xinjiang is blocked by the towering Simatar Mountains. In the weather from November to December, you can still see large green leaves.

They did not rush back to Siliki.Recently, Cyril has been trying out his own new panel, trying to get familiar with the fighting style of "Sacred Relic Guardian" as soon as possible.

And the results are gratifying.

The most gratifying point is that this second panel derived from the identity of the character can coexist with the first panel, and can share the attributes of the two panels, without the need to switch panels like switching accounts.

In [Road to Glory], the panel brought by the original heart of the world cannot coexist with the main panel, almost equal to a brand new account.

The next step is to test the characteristics of the holy skeleton guards. Cyril, who has the bonus of silver blade knight riding skills, can't understand the ability of the third characteristic [God Control] temporarily, but the first [Holy Skeletal Body] and the second [Oath: Eternal Seal] are stronger than he thought.

[Body of the Sacred Skeleton] was trained with Leonardo, Siliki's first professional-level knight with a blade blessed with thick earth elements, and told Cyril how tough he was——

From being whipped back and forth like a ball by the blade without even feeling the pain, to the accumulated gravity of the earth elements stacking on Cyril, but he couldn't even bend his body.When the broad sword blade fell from the top of the head, but was blocked by Cyril with an arm, our Leonardo finally lifted his visor, rushed forward and pinched the half-elf boy's body again and again .

In the end, he gave a bitter "spit", and ended the test on the body of the holy skeleton with the sentence "freak".

Although the panel didn't show it, Cyril could realize that apart from improving the original physique, the body of the holy skeleton also had an additional layer of shield.In the way of online games, if the enemy's attack power is lower than the value of the shield, the intuitive damage that can be caused to him is minimal.

This is also the reason why Leonardo's attack effect is not obvious: the earth element itself is not the kind of element that studs everything on offense, even though his own fighting style is very fierce, but the professional-level power provided him, It is a more stable and longer-lasting combat capability, not a more aggressive offensive performance.

Of course, if he can use the phantom of the colossus in "The Battle of the Mine"... then it's a different matter.

As for how long this layer of shield can carry and how long it will take to recover, these tests are too complicated and need to be done slowly.

And [Oath: Eternal Sealing] brought even more surprises to Cyril.

The first is the determination of this "ban".The prerequisite for activation is a certain contact with the opponent, at least a weapon touch is enough to trigger this.

The effect of the ban is not entirely certain.Cyril only knows that most of the time the effect is "forbidden magic", as if the giant bow in Memphela's hand suddenly slackens, directly interfering with the operation of the opponent's magic power.

If this effect is aimed at mages, it can directly collapse the opponent's high-level spells that are half read.For fighters, it can also cause the opponent's sword skills to suddenly lose their power.

With the blessing of the body of the holy skeleton, Cyril can even rely on the power of the ban, use his physical body to carry the attack casually, and then easily kill the opponent.

But in addition to the forbidden magic, there was another situation in several experiments-the magic power was not blocked, but the opponent himself fell into a "freeze" state, unable to move, and even stopped thinking.

Even if there is only a short moment of freezing, in this level of battle, a short moment is enough to determine a person's life or death.

And Cyril can only deduce it from the copywriting, which is probably similar to abilities such as "time", "space", and "blockade".

If a profession like [Sacred Skeleton Guard] really appeared in the game, once its attributes were exposed, it would probably be posted on the forum immediately, become a tall building in a few minutes, and then plan to explode on the spot together with the game company...

Perverted, too perverted.

At least on paper, even without the addition of external forces, Cyril's hard power has already firmly ranked first in the Siliki army after the fusion of the "Silver Blade Knights".

And no one has come to report him yet—even if they did, what's the use?Can Danya turn into a meteor overnight and hit him in front of him to beat him?

Cyril couldn't be more satisfied with his current combat power.If he develops purely based on his experience in the game, at most he has better equipment and a more powerful hidden class, but it is absolutely impossible to be as ridiculously strong as he is now.

On the way back to Siliki, the Siliki Army and the Silver Blade Knights quickly became familiar with each other.

The composition of today's Siliki Army is a bit complicated.In addition to the natives of Siliki, the half-lizards from the west of La Rochelle were integrated, and the Kingdom's elite Silver Blade Knights.

There was also a group of Amasir Nature Guards who surrendered in Siliki, who were reorganized into Siliki's formation.

The strength has naturally increased, but the tacit understanding between each other can never be said to be good.

In the previous battle in the mine pit, because he was not familiar with the combat power of the lizardmen, Atsk didn't even know how to arrange them, so he could only arrange them as the backup of the shield guards.

All these problems can be eliminated through several training sessions after returning to Siliki.

However, Azike didn't get a good night's sleep on the way. As the coordinator of the Siliki Army, he naturally had to make preparations from now on.

On the tenth night after crossing the Simmatar Mountains, Atsk broke into Cyril's tent in the middle of the night and lit the magic lamp.

Cyril, who has the attributes of the undead, does not have such a high need for sleep. He looked at Azike's deep dark circles and bloodshot eyes, and quickly cast "Wind of Recovery" to relieve the other's fatigue body.

"My lord, there is a very, very important thing." Atzke didn't say much else, and went straight to the point, "There is a lack of a very important link in the composition of the Siliki army."

He stared at the half-elf boy, looking at the expectant expression of the other party, and said seriously: "Mage."

"Do you think we need a group of mages?"

"We must have a group of mages." Atzke corrected, "Whether it is an earth elemental mage who is good at transforming terrain, a water elemental mage or priest who is healing, or an offensive fire elemental mage...no matter what kind , none of us in Silikie.”

"This..." Cyril spread his hands, "But mages are not Chinese cabbage, I have been hooking up with the mages of the Green Tower, maybe in a few days, the mages of the Green Tower will come to surrender? I see that Zimmerman, and Harper, have a good chance."

"Not enough not enough not not enough." Atzke shook his head like a rattle, "Not enough, we not only need to form the current mage group, but also have a backup force... Yes, it is best to have a mage academy, Siliki should There is a mage academy!"

"I can't conjure it up for you either." Cyril could only smile wryly at this.

Mage is good, but how can such an expensive and rare thing be said to be available?
And Azike also seemed to know that this was too difficult, so he could only shake his head and slowly walked out of the tent.

But Cyril in the tent, thinking about the mage, gradually had some ideas in his mind.

(End of this chapter)