Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 675
Caroline was lying on the soft bed at the back of the carriage, staring at the little giant spider that had just hatched from the egg.

The intensification of the magic power allowed the spider egg to hatch quickly. The newly born little spider was only the size of a palm, with eight eyes blinking, and looked a little cute.

But it looks nothing like its mother.Its whole body is as black as ink, and its limbs are drawn with patterns of deeper black, which has a strange beauty.

Cyril was not worried about the possibility of this little giant spider hurting Caroline. Caroline's magic power ensured that the spider would exist as her subordinate.

He was still thinking about the "grandpa" hidden in Caroline's body—maybe he should be called Tris, the god of death.

The words spoken by this god are really thought-provoking.

He no longer came into contact with these "gods" once or twice. Danya, Nora, Urella, Isis, and now Tris, have more or less obtained something from them.

Among them, a question that has always made Cyril think deeply is that obviously these gods are very clear about what the ultimate crisis facing this world is, and therefore they pulled Cyril from another world to solve the problem.

But they all like to pretend to be riddlers, and no one is willing to explain directly.

This is true for Nora, this is true for Urella, and it is also true for Tris, who is now living in Caroline's body in a strange way of sojourning.

Will they deliberately conceal the information of the final boss to make it more difficult for the "brave" they summon?Obviously not.

There is only one reason for that.

They can't mention this "final boss", and at the same time, they must allow enough time for the person they have chosen to have the opportunity to grow.

Cyril and Caroline, as well as the possible third and fourth chosen ones of the gods, stand at this point in time in 1441, but they have already focused on the crisis decades later.

He simply put away these messy moods and devoted himself to the exploration of the path to advanced transcendence.

After a day and a half.

The carriage stopped in Xigu City, the city of the Qingsong Clan.

The last time I came here, it was to participate in the Wind Festival of the elves, but this time Cyril can directly participate in the highest meeting of the forest, the Deep Forest Council.

Several people got out of the carriage, left the extra things in the residence prepared by the elves, and then took the flying horse provided by the elves to the place where the deep forest council was held.

The elf messenger who accompanied him was an old acquaintance of Cyril.

One of the three golden masters of the future elves, the Yingpu clan, the walking sun, and Aris.

"Adrien, my dear ally—"

Aris opened his arms and threw a fiery embrace to Cyril: "Nora, I heard your achievements in the human kingdom, which is really admirable."

His words were full of sincerity, without the slightest exaggeration.The elves are closely related to the Amathir people, and they naturally know the beginning and end of the Amathir civil war.

And anyone who can regain a city with his own power will admire him.

"Come to Fort Mandekers for a drink when you have time. Siliki's fruit wine is the best." Cyril smiled back.

"Haha, I've heard it a long time ago. When I went to see Jenny last time, I sneaked into Adler's city to drink, which is Siliki's fruit wine-I said, when did you lead the trade route to the elves? From the clan?"

"Aris, the biggest obstacle to doing business with elves has always been transportation—as long as you are willing to provide Pegasus, there will be no problem." Cyril replied with a half-smile, "I heard Memphis say that she tried to I exchanged the silver deer with you for Pegasus, but you all rejected it decisively?"

"This guy Memphis..." Hearing this name, Aris couldn't help but itch his teeth.

The Congye clan was far away in the Elgin Forest, and the young heroes before the elves had to compete with each other, and Memphela could only be ranked in the middle.

Who knew that after a trip to the north, this guy was actually promoted to the professional level, and became the leader of the young elves together with Gru in one fell swoop.

Because of this incident, Aris was often scolded by the elders in the clan, probably because of the rhetoric of "other people's children".

"Ah, speaking of which, Memphela is progressing rapidly at the professional level. I heard that she had a private fight with Gru and narrowly won with a single shot——Aris, you will be left behind by others." Siri Er saw Aris' pain point, and said, "Why don't you bring your Pegasus Knights to Siliki, and give you a special exercise?"

"You know, I, Siliki, have a lot of professional grades, and there are too many quasi-professional grades—"

This joking remark made Aris really think deeply, and he replied after a while: "This matter... I will go back and propose to the patriarch."

"This is the topic of the deep forest council." Cyril shrugged. "Further cooperation between the elves and Amasir is imperative. The question is nothing more than how deep the cooperation will be."

"Do you mean……"

"It seems that your elders haven't planned to involve you too much in the dispute between La Rochelle and Saint Emma. Obviously, they don't understand how serious the situation is this time." Cyril sighed, "Let's go first."

While they were chatting, the elves had taught the rest of them how to ride a Pegasus, and then the Pegasus fluttered its wings after a short sprint and took them high above the forest.

The meeting was held in a secret cave among the mountains, and Cyril couldn't even call out the name of the mountain where the cave was located, highlighting a secret.

Pegasus landed on the platform in front of the cave one after another. When Cyril jumped off the horse, he saw several elf nature priests patrolling the entrance of the cave. The Temple of Nature, as the host of the deep forest council, would of course be present.

They entered the cave under the guidance of the elf priest, and after passing through the long corridor, they stood on the ground that resembled solid wood.

Although we are in the depths of the cave, and there is no light from an open fire, the whole space is still bright and in a comfortable light atmosphere—I don’t know if it’s leaves or stones, the bright green things are embedded on the wall above the head , providing light in the cave.

In front of him was a huge round table, which seemed to be made of a solid piece of solid wood.If you look closer, you can also see the rings of annual rings on it.

There were already several figures sitting at the table, except for the participants of the Temple of Nature, the rest were the seats of the elders of the Deep Forest Council.

Among them, elves occupy four positions, and the rest are a unicorn, a tree man, a centaur, and a dwarf.

Compared with the previous deep forest council, this time there are two less elves and one dwarf—one of the two elves is the patriarch of the White Pine clan who colluded with the Orsan Emma and tried to destroy the Wind Festival, Apu pause.

Now the White Pine clan has been dismantled, and the original clansmen have been assigned to various elf clans.The Nature Temple took over their Tree of Life and made it a commons.

The other elf who was absent was the patriarch of the Congye clan.

"Heart of the Tree", Elandar.

Cyril's heart trembled slightly. Although he knew that it was impossible to break through from the extraordinary level to the natural disaster level, he could not succeed in a day or two, but he still couldn't help but feel nervous when he saw that Erendar was really absent.

"Sit down, the half-elf who came here on behalf of Amathir, the owner of the Wind-Wearing Corolla."

A gentle voice came from the other end of the round table. The owner of the voice was wearing a dark green robe with silver patterns, which was the attire that Cyril had seen on the last day of the Mufeng Festival.

The High Priest of the Temple of Nature, Selamanda.

In terms of status, they are at the same level as the bishops of Harbor Temple and Primordial Church.

Cyril bowed to him, then pulled out his chair and sat down.The priests of nature moved other chairs and let Cyril's entourage sit behind him.

His eyes glanced over the position of the missing dwarf inadvertently, and before he could say anything, he heard Selamanda speak first:
"That was Thielin Nord's seat, but he was absent."

This is obviously not a pleasant news, elves and dwarves have always been at odds, but at this time Cyril can't see any gloating on the faces of the elves——

Instead, there are heavy faces.

The only remaining dwarf present was the Bringold dwarf in the north—it is worth mentioning that the dwarves of the Dika Mine, which is now the backbone of Siliki's industry, have the same origin as the Bringold dwarf.

Because of this, the dwarf representative present with a gray beard that grew to the lower abdomen and a swollen rosaceous nose showed a kinder smile to Cyril when he came in.

"Is Tielin Nord absent?" Cyril frowned.

The Tielin Nord clan, in terms of geographical distribution, is located in the easternmost camp of the Deep Forest Council, and is active near the Nora Corridor.

Due to the slave trade in Au Sant'Emma in the past, the owner of the forest did not want to see the people of Au Sant'Emma, ​​so a large area was moved away from the mountains on the east side of the Nora Corridor and moved to the west side near La Rochelle.

The Tielin Nord family is equal to the first threshold to face Ao San Emma, ​​and at the same time it also controls the most powerful line of defense: the peak of the Nora Corridor.

"Is there no one to contact them?"

"I haven't received any reply yet." The Bringold dwarf said sullenly: "We have sent representatives to investigate their camp, but we haven't got any results for a while."

"Tielin Nord, tsk, who knows if they have turned against the people of St. Emma?" Finally an elf opened his mouth and was full of aggressiveness when he opened his mouth: "As long as those people from St. Emma give enough Chips, dwarves are always easy..."

Before he finished speaking, the Bringold dwarf roared dissatisfiedly: "Grover, I warn you!"

"Am I wrong? Tiejing Valentien Bringold?" The patriarch of the Qingpine Clan, Grover the Rooted, stood up and said loudly without any intention of fighting.

"But you elves were the ones who turned against the people of Alma St. Emma last time—look at the vacant space next to you, you won't forget who this space belongs to, right?" the Bringold dwarf pointed his teeth sharply. like a dwarf.

Grover's face immediately became extremely ugly. He slapped the table heavily, and wanted to say something, but heard a soft bell ringing in the center of the round table——

"Ding~"

The two immediately stopped their quarrel.

Selamanda raised one hand high, holding a rattle in his hand, and after both of them quieted down, he said slowly:
"I think our young Marquis should not be happy to see your silly jokes——Glover, Bringold, you have been arguing like this for decades, should you put it down?"

The two glared at each other, then sat down obediently, unable to see the tense atmosphere just now.

Only then did Selamanda put her hand back on the table, looked at Cyril gently, nodded and said:

"Then, Marquis Adrian, you can tell your reason for coming."

The eyes of the council elders were all focused on Cyril.

He nodded. Seramanda gave himself enough face and let him, an outsider, have the right to speak at the round table of the Deep Forest Council, so naturally he would not miss this opportunity.

"The first point I want to say is that from now on, I suggest that all the Tree of Life tribes from the Elgin Forest to the Keluo Forest, to the coast of the Sea of ​​Adelaide, enter a state of war."

"Preparatory state?" Immediately, an elder elf retorted: "The preparatory state means that the radiation range of the tree of life has fully shrunk, which will cause instability in the forest area..."

"Elder Abner, I have already written the specific matters in the previous letters to the Deep Forest Council." Cyril interrupted him directly, "If you think the forest can block the advance of the earth dragon, then I don't think so." It doesn't matter if you shrink your defense."

The Tree of Life family has entered the battle state, which means that the Tree of Life will recover the excess power used to cover and moisten the forest to strengthen regional defense.

Chapter 13. If the power of the tree of life is too scattered, then the protection given to the forest will be very weak and it will be easier to break through.

Facing Ao Shengemma's signature earth dragon army, it is obviously not advisable to have a wide and fragile protection.

Abner immediately had nothing to say, but Cyril didn't intend to simply let him go—he was the patriarch of the Sea Peach Clan, and the Sea Peach Clan was the only elf clan that lived by the seaside of Adlai.

The future "natural storm" Jenny is from the Haitao clan.

"Clan Chief Abner, the cities on the front line of Amasir Adler have strengthened the protection of the coast, I hope you can let your clan make some targeted adjustments to the protection forest by the sea." Cyril said eloquently, "The noble clan's territory is on the extension line of my Adler line of defense. I hope we can help each other..."

"Lord Adrian."

A deep voice sounded, interrupting his words.

The speaker is Isidore, the patriarch of the Yingpu clan and the father of Aris.

"All the issues you raised before, including the previous letter, including the words just now, are based on the basis that the people of Old San Emma will attack."

"But I want to ask, how do you know that the people of O'San Emma are going to attack—we don't have any news yet."

His question made the elders think so, and they turned their attention to Cyril for knowledge.

And Cyril met these gazes, stood up naturally, and replied without any hesitation:
"the reason is simple."

"Because the prince of St. Emma died."

"And I was at the scene of his death."

(End of this chapter)