Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 543 Night Attack
"Cyril, Cyril, are you going away again?"

As soon as Cyril stepped into the Lord's Mansion, he was blocked by the chirping Caroline.

The little girl who was already taller than last year opened her hands, her brows were furrowed, as if she wanted to pounce on her.Behind her, Tiffany's little hands clenched into fists were half-raised, meowing in cheers behind her.

"Yeah." Cyril didn't think about hiding it from her, but he made such a decision in the early morning. Caroline had been playing outside all day, so she probably heard the news from Tiffany when she came back.

"Why didn't you tell me!" Caroline jumped anxiously, "I haven't prepared anything yet."

"Caroline will stay in Siliki this time." Cyril shook his head and said, "The place I'm going this time is not fun at all."

Then he saw the little girl's cheeks puffed up like an angry puffer fish.She controlled her cheeks, made a gesture of spitting, and said three words very seriously:
"I'm going."

"No."

"I'm pretty good now!" Caroline yelled, "I won't hold you back! Are you, Tiffany?"

She also turned her head and asked the catwoman seriously, of course the catwoman nodded frequently.

So Caroline turned around again, saw that Cyril still wanted to walk into the yard, and quickly opened her hands again: "Don't run, don't run, you have to promise me before I can let you in."

Seeing her anxious appearance, Cyril even had tears in his eyes, which made him quite helpless——

How much trouble would it be to bring Caroline?Not really.From the perspective of not being troublesome, even if you bring all the people from the Lord's Mansion with you, you won't find it troublesome. There are not even ten people in total.

However, he still didn't mean to take Caroline with him.Caroline has seen too many cruel things during her trip to northern Xinjiang, and now she has a golden finger "grandpa" in her body.

According to the progress in the game, Caroline's "grandfather" is not something that will help her on the right path.

For fourteen or fifteen years, which is quite a critical node in life, Cyril hopes that she can live in a more peaceful and warm environment and spend it smoothly.

Instead of undergoing more psychological stimulation, on a certain day these latent incentives all exploded, making her embark on a gloomy path again.

This trip to Solkonan and then to the south is unlikely to be a peaceful journey, especially after Cyril recalled the "slave" related things.

Cyril didn't want the current Caroline to touch these bloody, violent and gloomy factors.Because he couldn't guarantee that he would be by her side all the time.

But it's not easy to explain this to a girl who doesn't have so many ideas. Cyril can never tell Caroline, "Because you will be a "twilight shadow" on a certain timeline, so I will Let you grow intellectually, physically and aesthetically in Xilijide, and don't take you out, right?

The magic lamp hanging on the wall at the gate of the courtyard swayed in the winter wind, and evenly sprinkled the light on Caroline's face.Her anxious and somewhat angry expression was vividly highlighted by the light, her protruding nose bridge, trembling eyelashes, and cheeks with a little baby fat, every scattered shadow declared her emotions.

But this expression suddenly softened, his brows and eyes drooped, tears glistened in those beautiful cat-like eyes, his voice became soft, and his blocking movements became like begging for a hug:
"Cyril, take me there, okay?"

Her tone was elongated deliberately, as if begging for a lover's kiss, and her face under the light also became seductive and seductive at this moment.

This made Cyril feel a sense of panic when he woke up at camp and found a snake in his sleeping bag, which made him even more unsure how to deal with it.

But at this moment, there was a soft cracking sound behind Caroline, followed by a strange wave of magic power, as if the space was about to be torn apart, and Caroline was about to be torn apart at any time. Pull it in.

Cyril's breath was stagnant, and he stepped out quickly, stretched out his hand to grab Caroline and Tiffany, and blocked the two of them behind him, and then the bright black sword light seemed like a long dragon coming out of a deep pool , stood in front of him.

But then, Cyril put down the sword again——

In this short breath, a door completely made of vines appeared in front of him.And a figure has already stepped out of it, looking directly at Cyril with a pair of menacing eyes.

"It seems that I have chosen the right place, my ally."

In the low voice, Cyril also let go of his vigilance, sighed softly, and replied: "Ilandar, I admit, you scared me."

Walking out of the suddenly opened vine-wood door was Elendar, the "Heart of the Tree", the elder of the "Leaves" elven clan in the Elgin Forest.

"Is there anything you need to find me?" Cyril waved his hands behind his back, signaling them to slip away first, "There's no need to hide in my yard..."

"Hidden?" Elandar sneered, "Can't you see that this is a door leading to the Elgin Jungle?"

"Door?" Cyril was taken aback for a moment, then his expression became exaggerated——

What this sentence means is that Erendar was still in the Elgin Forest one second before, and arrived at his location the next second?

What is this, space magic?

Has Elandar reached this level?

No matter what works, the spells in the realm of space and time definitely belong to the highest level.Those space teleportation arrays need to consume a lot of magic crystals every time they are opened, and space spells often require a medium...

But at this moment, Yilandar cast such a spell in such an understatement——

"I don't have time to talk nonsense with you, just stay here." Ilandar was a little impatient, he looked at the two little girls who were still behind Cyril, and waved his arms forward, causing them to fall down immediately Flying out, the figure fell into a huge leaf and fell outside the courtyard gate.

Then he held up his other hand flatly, and the rumbling sound kept ringing in Cyril's ears.In an instant, the plants in the entire courtyard seemed to come to life. They grew wildly upwards, gathering like a huge barrier, covering the sky.

"Tfsela...fuslxk..."

The complex elf language was spit out from Elandar, and Cyril frowned. He understood these words, which meant "Be furious, punish the storm, and I will sentence you..."

"death penalty?"

With a twitch of his eyelids, he subconsciously pulled out his long sword.The elf elder in front of him was still wearing a robe a second ago, but now he has turned into a silver body armor with green edges, and the wings spread out on the wing helmet are shining with golden light of magic power.

In his right hand he holds a sword as long as half a man, while in his left hand he holds a long staff.Then the long staff was raised suddenly, pointing in the direction of Cyril.

Cyril was startled, and immediately rolled to the side. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a slender but extremely sharp vine passing by where he stood before.Before he had time to think about what would happen if he didn't dodge, he saw that Ellandar had strode forward, and the long sword in his right hand was slashing towards him.

"when!"

He set up the long sword in time to block the powerful blow, sparks burst out, and huge force invaded from the blade of Elandar, pressing the black sword to Cyril's body little by little.

"Are you crazy?" Cyril growled, and Yilandar didn't intend to make any reply, but silently exerted his power on the long sword.

But immediately, he let out a strange "huh" sound, feeling that his power was suddenly interrupted for a moment.It seems to be fixed.

This weird situation only lasted for a moment, but the long sword in his hand was immediately pushed away by Cyril's counter-push.

And the strong wind blowing from the top of his head forced him to withdraw his sword and retreat - a cyan sledgehammer suddenly fell, almost falling on his golden crown.And the wind blade that exploded immediately swept across, forcing him to prop up a barrier of vines.

When the raging wind dissipated and he lifted the barrier, he saw that the figure of the half-elf boy in front of him had disappeared, and what remained in front of him were two tall cyan figures holding long-bladed halberds.

"cold day!"

The two knights let out low growls at the same time, as if they were in a snowstorm.They took a step forward in unison, and lightning flashed under their feet like thunder ripping through the clouds. The halberds had already taken advantage of the distance and slashed towards Elandar.

However, Elandar didn't move at all, just raised his eyes, and then drooped his eyes again, as if the halberd with the dull wind sound didn't exist, he just waited quietly for the two halberds to fall in front of him , at the moment when he was about to touch his body, he suddenly opened his mouth and said:

"Is this what you rely on now?"

His voice tore apart everything, and the figures of the two cold sky knights couldn't even save more energy, and they were immediately shattered in his abrupt voice.

The two halberds dissipated naturally, and Yilandar turned around slowly, looking at the figure slowly emerging behind him——

Heiliang's long sword was pointing at the back of his neck, shining blue light, only 0.01 centimeter away from him, it was able to break through the weakest point of his armor, penetrate his skin, and inject the deadly toxin.

But it was impossible for the half-elf boy to extend the long sword to the 0.01 centimeter distance.

His limbs were entangled in vines, completely locking him in that position, and the force exerted on his wrist made it impossible to hold a sword.Although with the bonus of [Body of the Sacred Skeleton], these vines could not harm him, but they were enough to make him lose the ability to fight.

Cyril clenched his teeth, turned his incomprehensible eyes to Ilandar, and finally squeezed out a few words from his throat:
"why?"

And Elandar turned his back to him again, and said slowly, "I'm about to fall into a deep sleep."

"Falling asleep?" Cyril was stunned, and then sneered: "So you treat your allies like this? Are you going to get rid of me?"

"Get rid of you? Why?" Ellandar made a curious voice instead, he turned around again, and suddenly realized: "Oh, I forgot to let you go."

The vines were retracted, and Cyril fell to the ground smoothly.At the same time, the plants around the body that had grown wildly before, forming an arc and covering the sky, all shrank back and returned to their original appearance.

"I will fall into a deep sleep." Ellandar continued his topic again, "And before that, I want to confirm whether my allies will be defeated in one blow—"

"It turns out that your growth rate is beyond my imagination." He said calmly.

Cyril rubbed his wrists, only to realize that this sudden attack was just a so-called "test" by Ellandar for himself.

"Sleep? Why do you want to sleep?" He asked back.

"For promotion." Elandar replied calmly.

"From extraordinary...to natural disaster grade?" Cyril felt his heart beating faster.

"I prefer to call it "Plains towards the White Tower." Ilandar suddenly laughed, and his voice was loud and loud, "This is still far away from you. Although you walked very fast, you have just opened the door. You can’t get over that wall that quickly either.”

Gates, walls, white towers, plains—that is the class corresponding to the law.Cyril is not ignorant of this. This is a title that does not belong to this era, but it may be a title of the essence of strength.

"I can't guarantee that this time I can succeed, nor can I guarantee that I can come back alive. Before leaving, my ally—" Yilandar's tall body stood still in front of Cyril, he raised one hand, followed The hand danced in the air, and the magic power formed complex elven characters in the air.

Immediately afterwards, these words flew towards Cyril with a "swish", and disappeared the moment they touched him.Cyril only felt that there was a lot of messy things in his mind, and the amount of complicated information made him almost dizzy.

And Elandar continued his narration:

"The Congye clan lacks successors. Staying away from the rest of the elves allows us to live a more pure life, but it inevitably brings some problems. I originally thought that the position should belong to Memphera, but later, I think I have a new choice .”

"If I fail to return, I hope you can lead the Bushleaf clan and lead it forward until it has a good new successor."

"These words are my gift to you."

Yilandar's voice fell, and after he waved his hand, the door completely woven of vines appeared in front of him again, and he immediately stepped into it, without leaving a word of goodbye, and disappeared into Siri following the disappearance of the door. in front of you.

The night wind is cold.

The young lord stood in his own manor, and after a long while, he came back to his senses, and then showed a wry smile.

He knew that Erendar was a pure "practical man", he didn't like too many words, and he just did what he thought of.

But I didn't expect him to be so bold as to directly hand over the fate of the family to an outsider—although the method was rough, it was true.

But how risky would it be for the so-called "transcendent" to be promoted to "natural disaster" by making Yilandar so close to the enemy, and even make such an act of trusting the orphan?
This sudden scene completely disrupted his thoughts.The message left by Elandar was always active in his mind, urging him to read it.

Forget it, who knew that his "sleep" would take hundreds of years?
At least on the way to Solkonan, I have something to do.

Cyril shook his head vigorously, then turned around and walked out of the manor, taking the frightened two little guys back to the house.

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　Although Elandar's night attack seems a bit abrupt, it is indeed in line with the behavior of this character, so it is not abrupt [

　　
　
(End of this chapter)