Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 539 New Year's Eve and Solconan's Visitor

In 1440, many things have happened in the past year, and the historical trajectory of the game has completely shifted to another direction.

But one thing remains unchanged.

In the year of the dragon chant, there was still no dragon chant.

According to the original trend of history, 1441 will be a year when the undead are extremely powerful. No one knows how those dark creatures who reunited after years of internal strife and internal strife will declare themselves. Return to the stage of history.

But even if the undead will become so strong, with the situation on the border improving and the Tower of the North Wind no worries, Cyril does not think that the undead will be able to launch an overly strong attack on the border of La Rochelle next.

Crossing the Maitland Mountains is a strenuous task even for the undead.

Under Cyril's careful attention, he has also heard about the battle in northern Xinjiang.The most brilliant on the battlefield is the mysterious female knight who seems to be Jane Christine. It is said that she led a group of knights to go deep into the extreme arctic ice field alone, and beheaded the leader of the undead tribe——

This is the important reason why the undead follow-up troops failed to keep up.

In December, La Rochelle and the undead had another battle on the Lupuga Plain. The mysterious female knight who led a team of knights attacked and killed the undead behemoth army backing up halfway, annihilating dozens of frost mammoths with one person. , established the victory of Lupujia Plain.

Although La Rochelle's casualties were not small, this battle also wiped out a large number of undead troops, making it no longer able to threaten La Rochelle in a short period of time.

This made Cyril completely relieved and continued to focus on his acre of square land.

December 31.

The aftertaste of the Winter Forest Festival has not yet passed, and the New Year is coming soon.

The lord's mansion still had a lazy atmosphere. The hall was covered with thick and warm plush carpets, and the burning fireplace was diffused by magic, making the entire hall warm.

Cyril was leaning back on the rocking chair, and Caroline was sitting on the floor in front of the small table directly opposite him, holding a skull figurine in his hand to simulate a fight, dubbing "hehehuha" and resting his chin on the table , the soft little face seemed to be melting away.

The Tiffany at her feet has been spread into a cat cake, half asleep and half awake with her eyes squinted, her small body undulating evenly with her breathing.

On the soft chair sofa on the other side, Ms. Mage and Ms. Elf have lost their dignified appearance at the moment, sitting lazily, chatting with each other, while Nerola curled her legs and sat on the other side. Sitting on a separate sofa chair, listening quietly.

Mia's slender fingers played with the already transparent "Tear of Killer Whale" on her chest, and her large plush nightgown made her look petite.She flicked the cat's tail on the ground with her foot, and asked softly at the same time:
"What will be the name of the new year? The new royal astrologer has not been decided yet, right?"

The year name is obtained through prediction and divination by astrologers from various countries.La Rochelle's chief astrologer, Carnegie Antonio, died in blood sacrifice divination, and since His Majesty the King Kelson Herman personally drove to northern Xinjiang early, the number of new chief astrologers has not yet been determined.

"This year... it should be Ao Shengemma who will determine the year." Cyril said casually.

Of course he knew what the title of the next year, 1441, would be, "Year of Darkness and Whiteness".

From the sound of the year, this is a year that is not friendly to humans.

And so is it.

In 1441 in the history of the game, dark creatures invaded La Rochelle and occupied the northern border.The port of New Aowei is also threatened by the snake tribe in the south of the desert kingdom of Nudaria in the north; even O San Emmanuel has had many changes, so that it should have done something to the suffering neighbor... Ah No, it was O Saint-Emma, ​​who was in trouble, who delayed for several years before attacking La Rochelle.

The war-torn era provided players with countless tasks and rewards, which directly transformed the impression of an adventure game in another world in the first year of [Road to Glory] into a war game in another world.

And just like the name of the game, many players have gradually reached high positions in the war and embarked on a "Road to Glory".

There is nothing special about New Year's Eve, it's more like a big holiday.In comparison, even the elves' New Year's Eve is more lively——

"The tree of life will be lit up, and the young people will dance the 'Dance of Abundance', praying that the nature of the new year will still be able to bless the elves and natural creatures. The centaurs will clap their chest muscles and sing, and the silver pegasus will soar in the air The elves will also set up targets, and from a long distance, everyone shoots arrows on flying horses that bump up and down..."

Misha was chatting about the elves' New Year's Eve. It didn't take long for the clock hands on the fireplace to reach twelve.

"Okay, let's welcome the new year."

Cyril stood up, Elena picked up the cat girl lying on the ground, and put a thick coat on Caroline again.Caroline huddled in Diana's arms, while the cat girl was held by the maid Natasha, and the group walked out of the lord's mansion.

The December night wind made people feel chilly. When they walked to the square, many people had already gathered there, and even more citizens came out of their homes.

They rubbed their hands, exhaled, and looked up at the bell tower. The pointer approached twelve little by little. At the moment of complete coincidence, everyone cheered:

"Happy New Year!"

Cyril pulled out a signal arrow, and the symbols of colorful deer heads and crescent moon exploded in the sky, announcing the arrival of the new year.

He looked up at the night sky illuminated by the signal arrow, and vaguely felt that someone was approaching him. When he looked down, it was Miss Mia who squeezed in front of him.She raised her head, put her hands in front of her mouth, and said loudly:

"Mr. Wei, Happy New Year!"

"Happy New Years, Mia."

He responded with a smile.

And Cyril whispered in his heart.

"Year of Darkness, here I come."

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Cyril once told the eldest son of the O'Connor family, Hobert O'Connor, that he would not attack the O'Connor family's territory until January of the new year.

After New Year's Eve, on January 1441, 1, before Siliki's holiday was over, a military meeting was urgently held in the office hall.

All of Silikie's high-level executives were present, and even Gene O'Connor was driven back from Philland—this was the first time Cyril saw Gene after returning to Silikie, and the latter did not lose weight from working hard at all. Signs, except that the hair looks a little thinner.

"My lord." He greeted Cyril briefly, and then sat on the side seat.

"Currently, the number of Amasir's natural guards is insufficient, and one month's time is not enough for the reserves of the natural guards to replace the vacant positions."

"In contrast, although we sacrificed some soldiers in the northern border, not all of the Siliki army was brought to the northern border, and the reserves have been in the process of running-in training..."

Cyril looked at Atsk, and Atsk immediately stood up, cleared his throat and said, "The previously captured Amasir Nature Guard has been fully integrated into the Siliki Army, including the newly recruited 200 people, plus On the team returning from northern Xinjiang, the total number of our troops is close to 2000."

"One month is enough for the Silver Blade Knights to integrate into the tactical system of the Siliki Army. Our own cavalry has also initially trained nearly 30 people. Including the Silver Blade Knight's attendants, the total number of cavalry is 180..."

"What about the mage?" Mia asked aside, "We need enough healers to reduce the battle damage."

This question made Atzke shake his head: "Mages are not so quick to get started, and the most talented mages have just been able to make small fireballs. It will take a certain amount of time to be organized into a legion."

"It's impossible." Cyril comforted, "Only the large armies of those kingdoms can quickly get the replacements of the mages, and the Amasir Natural Guard Army itself only has a few mages. This gap can be can be ignored."

He turned to look at Atsk, and continued to ask: "How did you arrange the Natural Guard Army?"

"Nearly 300 members of the Natural Guard Army, we organized it separately and renamed it 'Silici Ivy Forest Guard', and replaced it with the rattan armor of the Ivy Department of the Congye Clan." Atzke said with relief, "The original Natural Guard Army The quality is still good, they are very versatile, they can not only take charge of the front line, but also attack with the big sword department."

In addition to the key point that the current Siliki army has more than doubled its original number, the more important point is that they have a sufficiently elite cavalry——

The cavalry trained by Roberto Firmino was already outstanding. If it weren't for the fact that the native Amasirs and horses couldn't adapt to the combat environment in the northern border, Cyril would definitely have brought the cavalry there.

Facts have proved that Cyril's decision not to take them is also very wise. Like the Volunteer Knight Army of Duke Marcellus in the south, it became a "Volunteer Army" without knights after only a few days in northern Xinjiang.

If it wasn't for specially bred horses, it would not be easy to adapt to the environment in northern Xinjiang.

Now that the Siliki cavalry has been integrated with the Silver Blade Knights, and replaced with armor made by dwarves, it can liberate the greatsword warriors who had to bear the side attack and be responsible for the final decision—the cavalry launched a charge from the flanks and rear. The strength is obviously higher than that of the sword fighters.

"How about the O'Connor family's cavalry?"

"The cavalry of O'Connor's family... can only be said to be average." Gene thought for a while and said, "They are all light armored cavalry, and the number is not enough. In comparison, they are better at riding and shooting, but their accuracy is just like that. .”

"As long as our archers are not too far from the front line, their cavalry will not be able to threaten our front line."

"So, no matter which direction you look at, our advantage is far superior to that of the O'Connor family?" Alina asked again.

But Gene shook his head immediately: "No... that's not the case, we have an absolute disadvantage in terms of numbers—although the natural guards of Amasir are seriously damaged, every city of the O'Connor family has a large number of city defenses Army, siege warfare is still our weakness."

"After all, not every city can rely on the lord to bring people in and open the city gate." Atzke sighed, and looked at Cyril with inexplicable resentment: "My lord, I think you should sit in town more often." rear instead of risking it yourself."

"This..." Cyril patted his head and laughed, and was about to change the subject when someone knocked on the door of the conference room.

"My lord." It was the scout Bivis who ran in, and he said with a serious face, "Fort Mandex has sent someone."

"Oh?" Cyril was stunned for a moment, and then smiled, "Everyone, it seems that we should be able to determine whether it is time to attack or what."

A few minutes after Bivis left the meeting room, footsteps sounded on the stairs outside the door, and then the door of the meeting room was pushed open again, and two figures walked into the room under the guidance of Bivis.

The first figure was dressed in a robe, and it was Cyril's old acquaintance, Lewis Zimmerman-God knows why this professional-level mage was sent out for diplomacy every three days.

But another figure made Cyril's expression involuntarily become serious.

The later man looked majestic, looking about thirty or forty years old, with clean and fresh light blond hair, and radiant light in his light blue eyes.

He was dressed in bright silver light armor, with a blue cloak hanging behind him, bright red shoulder straps, and a pale gold medal with a lion's head on his chest.

"Count Adrian." Lewis Zimmerman nodded slightly, then moved half a step away, and introduced to Cyril: "This is Carl Raymond, the 'Thunder Lion' of the Second Legion of La Rochelle Chief of Staff of the Legion, from Salconan."

Cyril's expression became more serious, and he stood up straight and saluted: "Chief of Staff Raymond, I am Cyril Adrian, Earl and Lord of Siliki."

"Earl Adrian." Chief of Staff Raymond said in a calm tone without the slightest airs: "The outstanding contributions made by the Siliki Army have amazed many people. Solconan specially asked me to come to Amasi you."

He smiled and said: "One is to issue rewards to the Amasir Nature Guard Army and the Siliki Army, and the other is to inform Earl Adrian to go back to Solkonan."

"Go to Solkonan?" Cyril resisted the urge to raise his eyebrows, and glanced at the people around him from the corner of his eye, all with surprised expressions.

"Chief Raymond, this..." He was about to say something, when he suddenly saw the chief of staff quickly step forward two steps, leaning in front of him, and whispered at the same time: "This is what that lord meant. "

Cyril stopped what he wanted to say and took a deep breath.

"Thank you, Chief of Staff Raymond made a special trip here. Why don't we talk about the details after dinner?... Bivis, take Chief of Staff Raymond and His Excellency Zimmerman to rest and ask the chef to prepare the dinner. "

He shouted, and the scout Bivis came into the room immediately.

The two also followed Bivis out of the conference room in an extremely cooperative manner, leaving a group of Siliki senior executives in the room, looking at each other in blank dismay.

"It seems that the situation has changed." Cyril shrugged, "The meeting is over."

(End of this chapter)