Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 676 Dimensionality Reduction Strike
"the reason is simple."

"Because the prince of St. Emma died."

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

These three sentences made the eyes of the natural family members present looking at Cyril completely changed.

If it was said that they were only suspicious of Cyril's proposal at first, then at this moment, there was deep disgust in their eyes.

Even Aris, who had a good relationship with Cyril, stood a step away from Cyril calmly at this moment.

Afterwards, they all seemed to have digested the amount of information in Cyril's three sentences, and the grumpy ones were already planning to shoot the case——

"Jingle bell~"

The bell sounded at the right time, pushing those violent people back to their positions.

The high priest Selamanda stood by the round table, put down the rattle, and looked at Cyril without any change.

He raised his hand and took off the mask covering his nose, revealing an apparently handsome face, but an aging face with many wrinkles.

"La Rochelle, Marquis of Amasir."

"I am asking you on behalf of the believers of the God of Nature."

"Does what you said just now mean that because of personal hatred for you, Saint Emma will launch an aggression against La Rochelle?"

"Does it mean that you are taking advantage of the unchangeable geographical location of the forest to maliciously drag the believers of nature into a war that should not have happened?"

He had to utter every single word, and each word carried a heavy force, and put all the common doubts of the Deep Forest Council in front of Cyril.

The young Marquis faced the scrutiny of these dozens of eyes without any panic on his face.

Instead, he sat down again, folded his hands and fingers in front of him, and responded to the dozens of questioning gazes with calm eyes——

If there wasn't this round table in front of him, if there wasn't the ringing of the bell by the high priest, maybe he would have been tied up by this group of nature believers who are not completely gentle, hanging around and questioning him?

He coughed twice, indicating that he was about to start making his own remarks, and then said softly:

"Then let us imagine such a scenario."

"Chief Upton."

The elf patriarch who was named returned a proud look.

"Suppose you are standing in front of a forest that is about to change into a Black Forest, and you and only you are present, holding a filthy magic weapon in your hand. After the forest was transformed into a Black Forest, you were witnessed by the priests of nature—excuse me Under these circumstances, can you still be considered a loyal forest ranger?"

"This—" The corners of Upton's eyes twitched, he didn't expect the half-elf to ask such a sharp question.He faltered for a moment, then replied in a deep voice:
"If it were me, I wouldn't sit back and watch the forest transform into the Black Forest. Naturally, there would be no later things—La Rochelle, I don't think your example is meaningful—"

"Of course it makes sense." Cyril leaned back, and his voice became much lighter: "The scene changed, and I was just standing in front of the dying Prince Ost Emma with a sword in my hand. I am the murderer who killed the prince, and I am no different from slandering a loyal forest ranger as a punishment."

"This is sophistry." It was the centaur elder, Gruenst, who spoke.Although this race is a family of Isis, logically speaking, it should be full of muscles, but the people who can become elders are the undoubted wise men in the clan.

It was rumored that centaurs were born masters of divination, and no one could ignore an elder centaur speaking.

"Sophistry?" Cyril cast his eyes on him, "Please explain."

"It's very simple." The centaur elder Gruenst said slowly, "We have all made oaths before the face of life. We are all devout believers in nature, and we can prove to each other that we will not degenerate into punishments for the shelter of the Black Forest. sinner'."

"And what about your Excellency? What can prove that you won't kill the prince of Ao San Emma during the enmity between La Rochelle and Ao San Emma?"

Cyril got a bit of a headache from his question, centaurs with brains are much more difficult to deal with than those reckless men who can only wield a halberd, which is true—because in fact, he did indirectly cause Pei Death of Lagios Herries.

Although La Rochelle and the forest are allies, such a relationship was established 400 years ago.

Since the two sides are not of the same race, and lack of deliberate relationship maintenance, although the current forest is still the barrier of Amathir's front line, it is not so realistic for the elves to assist La Rochelle unconditionally.

To put it simply, what Cyril wants is a "free whoring", so he wants to deepen the cooperation with the elves and tie the two parties to a car.

But if the current situation on the round table is followed, I'm afraid he will have to spend a lot of money from his pocket to mobilize these natural believers.

Of course, Cyril's words are not without counterattacks. Taking the elf patriarch who turned against the Ao Shengemma during the Mufeng Festival as an example is a good breakthrough—after all, the latter really caused riots in the Black Forest.

But this will only shame the Deep Forest Council, and what he wants is a peaceful sublimation of relations.

The young Marquis was hesitating, but he heard a clear and familiar female voice from behind him.

"I can prove it."

Cyril turned around, only to see that Miss Elf was holding her big book in her hand, and she had stood up, facing many high-ranking people in the forest, but she did not show any timidity.

"You? How can you prove it?" Upton had already sneered, but in the next second, a look of horror appeared on his face:

A natural aura so strong that one would sink into it immediately was emanating from that little-known elf girl.The deep green light enveloped the girl's figure in an instant, and as she was surrounded by greenery, the entire room where the round table was located gradually became brighter——

"Natural resonance."

Grover the Deep Roots said in a deep voice, and Selamanda interjected:

"And the scale of this natural resonance..."

Before he could finish his sentence, the green light surrounding the girl had already turned into a silver light. In the hazy light and shadow, an ethereal and distant voice came slowly:

"I think I should be able to prove it?"

The silver light flowed like running water, covering every corner of the room, and the joyful sound of plants breaking ground came from the solid wood under their feet, and patches of pleasing green were gradually thriving under their feet covered by the silver light.

At the first moment when this ethereal and distant voice came out, deep in the soul of every believer in nature, there was a desire to worship immediately.

Selamanda was in a trance, but when she came back to her senses, she found that she was kneeling on the ground, bowing deeply to the elf girl.

And Cyril, who was standing in front of Misha, couldn't help covering his face with his hands.

Everyone's well-behaved children quarreled, you hit me and I hit you.

As a result, Misha directly called the principal of the school over with this action—bullying, too bullying.

Directly calling Nora's will to their own bodies is simply a dimensionality reduction blow to this group of natural believers-this kind of throbbing from the soul makes them not have any doubts about the identity of Nora's will.

And their immediate bosses have personally proved Cyril's identity, so naturally no one can question Cyril again.

With such thoughts in his heart, his body could only obediently bow deeply towards Misha.But when he lowered his head, he found that the silver light covering Miss Elf's face was not that strong.

Even when he noticed the gaze from Cyril, those beautiful eyes blinked at him, and the corners of his mouth curled up on his elegant face, revealing a smile of successful planning——

Could it be that?
Before Cyril could take a few more glances, the silver light had dissipated like an ebbing tide.And Misha quickly put on the hood and sat back among the crowd.

When Cyril turned his head again, none of the natural believers at the round table who were still aggressive just now were still sitting at the table, and all knelt on the ground, refusing to raise their heads for a long time.

After finally waiting for the elders of the Deep Forest Council to tidy up their appearance, they sat back at the table and restarted the meeting.When Cyril looked at them again, he found embarrassing smiles on all their faces.

"Then, everyone..."

"Hey, the Marquis of Adrian will naturally not do such a thing as maliciously involving the forest to join the war." Upton coughed twice, his voice was almost inaudible.

"So, do you have any objections to my proposal?"

"No comment no comment."

Who dares to have an opinion?This is Nora's favored person, isn't going against him the same as going against Nora?

Wouldn't that be sorry for my life beliefs in the past decades and centuries?
"Then...Your Excellency Isidore, about Pegasus..." Cyril looked at Aris' father, Isidore, the patriarch of the Yingpu clan.

The latter was full of helplessness, and nodded as soon as he heard Cyril's words: "Marquis Adrian, you said that this was what Lord Nora meant, and I sent you the Pegasus group long ago. ——Yes, that, Aris, from today onwards you will take your Pegasus Knights and go to Amasir with this Lord Marquis!"

"Huh?" Aris opened his mouth, but he didn't expect the conversation to fall on him.

This deep forest council entered the "garbage time" so early.

This is the second time that Cyril has seen the effect of faith-the fanatical belief in Urella made the Archbishop of the Harbor Temple, Stanley Clemens, not hesitate to lose the entire temple and the port of New Orville.

And the belief in Nora also made these natural believers become Cyril's dogs unconditionally...

Ah no, it would be too harsh to say that, but it should be said that he is a sincere partner of Amasir.

The next step is to discuss the defense of the forest with the elders of the Deep Forest Council.

Although the terrain of the forest itself is enough to hinder the advance of the people of St. Emma, ​​and the unstable factor of the Black Forest has become a natural barrier, the number of natural believers is still small compared to the number of the army of St. Emma. too much.

Once the war started, the forest spanning the entire range of Amasir would become a frontline theater.

How to deploy defenses, which areas to focus on, and which areas to use as natural traps are all things that need to be considered.

The knights who came with Cyril simply had to work with Aris to choose a Pegasus that could be used by human cavalry.

It was already a day and a half later when all the matters related to the Deep Forest Council had been negotiated.

Cyril rubbed his waist and kept yawning. He spent the whole night on the map of the forest.

Except for elves and treants, no one can come up with such a detailed topographic map of the forest, the distribution of mountains, forests, and rivers. The entire map was copied by Cyril, and he was going to bring it back to Siliki for free. Labor Atzke Analysis.

He returned to his residence in Valley City tiredly. Although in terms of physical function, not sleeping for several days had no effect on him, mental fatigue was inevitable.

He stayed at the door of the room for a while, then turned to Misha's room first, and knocked on the door lightly.

"Please come in."

He pushed the door and entered, and Miss Elf was lying lazily on the window sill, wrapped in a thin gauze skirt, which outlined her beautiful figure.

"Misha." Cyril walked over and said.

"Family." Misha half sat up, embraced her legs, and pointed to the soft sofa in front of her: "If you have anything to say, just sit down and talk."

"No, I'll simply ask, and I'll sleep for a while when I get back to the room." Xiril paused, "Is the one from yesterday really Nora's will, or..."

"If Lord Nora's will can come down so frequently, wouldn't it be a joke for the gods to turn into stars and go away?" Misha said softly.

"Then, it wasn't Nora who came before, but you pretended to be?"

"Master Nora is not too stingy enough to give a little favor to the guide she has chosen." Misha raised her head, centered on her waist, and gently swayed her legs back and forth, "Otherwise the guide will be favored." Wouldn't it be impossible to play any leading role if the person is left far behind?"

"This is just a little bit of ability left to me by Master Nora."

"The purest, force of nature."

As she spoke, she suddenly let go of her hands holding her legs, her legs stretched out straight, her bare feet, and even her crystal toes were stretched tightly.

And with this movement of hers, that rich natural breath overflowed again.The wooden floor of the room was filled with flowers and plants in an instant, and every time Cyril breathed, he could smell the power of life.

Afterwards, trickling silver light poured into the room like flowing water again, gradually enveloping Misha's body.

After just a few minutes, Misha stood up slowly.

This time, her face was also filled with that silver light.

Cyril put away the smile on his face, and looked at "Misha" in front of him seriously——

This time, it wasn't the so-called "Grace of the God of Nature", and it wasn't the Nora that Misha pretended to be.

This time, what appeared in front of him was the real god of nature, "Nora's Will".

(End of this chapter)