Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 60 Dragon Corpse Underground Palace ([-]) [Tickets requested! 】

About 8 minutes of cooling time, [-] seconds of invisibility, switching back and forth between the calmness of waiting and the urgency of sprinting, when Cyril and Elena passed through the third barrier, they sat down on the cold ground again At that time, they were only a few steps away from the high platform.

This time Elena was no longer as frightened as she was the first time, although her gaze was still a little dodgy, her breath was steady and her legs no longer trembled.

On the contrary, Cyril frowned, and turned his head to look at the new giant bone beast that he had just left behind from the gap between the walls.

It was an extremely long enlarged lizard, and Cyril almost thought he was facing the skeleton of a sub-dragon—those stupid lizards that claim to have inherited the blood of a giant dragon have strong limb strength and extremely high resistance , engaging them highlights a torment.

Even some mages with poor strength simply lay flat when encountering Yalong and let Yalong eat themselves.

short pain.

At this moment, Cyril couldn't help feeling a little dazed.First came some common cats and dogs, and then a tortoise. Before that, he also saw a bird—it was a giant eagle walking on the ground, but its bird head with a long and pointed beak turned into a snake-like head.

At this moment, the large lizard can vaguely see the bony spurs deliberately growing on its spine and evolving towards the wings.

The more the bone giant inside, the more deformed it is, but it is also changing towards a shape——

dragon shape.

The more inner ring, the more elite.And the center of the elite guard is the high platform——

He paced back and forth, and the ancient reptilian language deciphered by the half-lizards was more and more able to correspond to the real situation-these creatures really rushed here on their own initiative and sacrificed their lives.But he couldn't decipher the crucial second half of the crawling language, and at this time Acheson—

He looked back, Acheson and the others were nowhere to be seen, and he didn't know whether they were still fighting fiercely with the bones, or had been beaten into meatloaf by the swarming bones.

I don't know if it's because of the characteristics of the ruins, or because the underground palace is really so big, Cyril even suspects that he has already entered the range of the city of the Tower of the North Wind - if Sheldon thinks this is a one-story tomb at this time Tricking himself, he must draw his sword immediately, performing a white knife in and a red knife out.

But fortunately the long road has come to an end.When he walked around the barrier, he saw that the high platform that had been out of reach before was close in front of him. There was no barrier in front of him, and there was no giant bone beast, and there was no obstacle.

Cyril couldn't help heaving a sigh of relief, even after two or three times he was already very proficient, the sense of oppression brought by those huge and sharp bones passing over his head still exerted a little bit of pressure on his spirit. Not a lot.

On the contrary, Elena Visconti was in excellent condition. After being frightened by those bone monsters, she became more energetic. After a short rest, she began to move her body and took out her wonderful sword hilt from her arms , did not call out the blade, just waved it out of thin air.

She imagined that the imaginary enemy was standing in front of her, swiping the hilt three times in a row, and then stabbing straight again, the movements were crisp and agile, as if she had practiced it many times.

But just when she finished that beautiful straight thrust and was about to catch a sword, Cyril's figure suddenly stood in front of her, her arm slid down her non-existent blade, and then went straight It grabbed her wrist and broke it lightly. Before Elena could react, she let go of her hand naturally, and the hilt of the sword fell into Cyril's other hand.

"Your sword skills are good, who did you learn from?"

Cyril played with the hilt of her sword in his hand, and flicked it twice, but failed to call out the special blade, so he handed the sword back into her hand.

What he said was not false.Alina was indeed performing a certain set of sword skills, but it was also a sword skill—and this sword must be imposing and powerful.

"This is the secret swordsmanship of my hometown, passed down from my ancestors." Alina still hadn't recovered from her senses, she didn't understand why her sword was held so well, and somehow it fell into Cyril's hands.

"I'll use this move to defeat the Lich later, if he really comes back to life." Cyril said jokingly, then picked up Hemer's traveling clothes and put it on his head again.

"Let's go."

He pushed up his traveling clothes, waiting for the girl to get in front of him like before.But Elena stopped in place, her footsteps motionless.

"Hurry up, you said, hurry up."

Cyril urged, he had a vague premonition that the longer he stayed here, the greater the crisis——

And Caroline and Mia are still on the ground, and the fragments in Caroline's stomach are still shining there.He was dragged down by Sheldon too suddenly, and he didn't even have time to explain what the two girls should do.

Now he can only hope that Mia can wisely take Caroline back to the Tower of the North Wind.

After all, the Tower of the North Wind will only fall next year. Even if there are potential unstable factors inside, at least it is still safe for now.And according to the history of the game, the mage tower was not destroyed, but became the tower of the undead.

In the "Northern Wind Tower Recapture Battle" initiated by the players later, this mage tower showed its power, and the magic mixed with miasma and poisonous clouds smashed into the player's camp without money, which was the chief culprit that led to the failure of the battle.

But Elena still stood at the same place, facing the direction of the high platform, there was a "throne", and dense bones were lying on it.

"Ivor, do you think the ancestor would be happy if he saw his younger generation follow in the footsteps of their predecessors so fearlessly?"

Cyril was taken aback for a moment, and only then did he notice that the girl's eyes were flickering with longing that he had never had before.

"Our Visconti family has continued to this day, and we have been waiting for this throbbing in the blood. My grandfather passed away, and my father passed away. It is my turn. I finally waited for it—the ancestors must have been waiting for him. Junior, are you right?"

Cyril can only nod:
"I think that swordsman will be proud that his descendants are as brave as himself. If he is still alive, he will wear a medal of glory for you."

So the girl giggled, her slender body trembled, and even the tidy hair that had been combed just now was scattered a lot.

Cyril looked at her in puzzlement until she stopped laughing, stretched out her hand to wipe away the tears she accidentally fell, and with the other hand tightly gripped the hilt of the sword, she walked in front of her.

"I think so too, my ancestors will definitely be proud of me."

She said so, and then raised the hilt of the sword forward arrogantly, and then a scarlet sword blade was formed in front of her.

"Go ahead, let's end that nasty Lich Mordo, and end all of this!"

　Come, come.

　　Sixty chapters!

　　
　
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