Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 749

Why are there dragons?Why do dragons attack us?The dragon is on the side of the elves, aren't the elves allies of La Rochelle?Doesn't that mean that the dragon is on La Rochelle's side?
That's right, a few days ago, I heard news from the Earth Dragon Army that the Earth Dragons were very disturbed, and some Earth Dragons disappeared inexplicably, and there was no sign of their camp being breached...

But why would the dragon stand on La Rochelle's side?It is clear that we, Ost Emma, ​​are the country that regards dragons as a symbol of dignity, why do dragons not favor us?
The head of the Centurion of St. Emma's mind was in a mess. When he saw an elf with only one arm jumping off the dragon's back, he almost rolled his eyes and passed out.

"How's it feel to ride a dragon, Gru?"

Cyril didn't care what the head of the centurion was thinking. Sitting on the back of the green dragon was Gru, who had just recovered from a serious injury. It is true that the dragon was not very happy to let him ride, but Cyril's fists were enough. Big, the latter can only obey.

"It feels great. It would be even better if I still have my hand." Gru's face was still a little pale, and he shook the scroll of the map with one hand, "In my memory, this should be the closest one to us Emma camp, they only advanced less than three kilometers compared to when we left, and the progress is really slow."

"They can advance in the black forest, all rely on the smell of these branches burning." Cyril raised the branch in his hand, sniffed it in front of his nose, and then frowned, the power of the "Listener" Already blessed in the body.

When he looked at the branch again, red characters appeared on the branch.

"[Branches of the Abyss]: Did you hear that, that is the sound of the abyss, the time is long, and the end of eternity is the abyss.

It is one of Fisebor's thousands of remnants, and it contains an iota of Fisebor's will. "

"The branch of the original remains of the Eternal Tree." Cyril wondered, "It is blocking the invasion of the Black Forest, but its smell is also attracting the invasion of the Black Forest, so it needs to be reapplied every three hours. Light it once."

"If it's just a small team, such efficiency may be considered objective, but even if an army of tens of thousands of people is dismantled into several legions and dispersed, it will be a kind of torture for the people of Osan Emma themselves."

"It's just that these people from St. Emma, ​​where did they get so many branches of the remains of the Eternal Tree?"

Cyril couldn't help but start to think.

Today, the nature of the war has completely changed.

In any previous invasion of Saint Emma against La Rochelle, Saint Emma and La Rochelle played the absolute protagonists, and all the themes revolved around the fight between the two, The battle examples of nearly a thousand battles, large and small, have been compiled as compulsory courses in military books of the two countries.

Apart from other things, in the history of war, this is definitely a masterpiece of considerable weight.

But this war...

Where did it go wrong?

Cyril couldn't figure it out.

Did it start when the Orsan Emma people transported a large number of troops to the Adelaide Sea through teleportation technology?

Obviously not, from a tactical point of view, there is no problem with such a decision at all, but because of Cyril's foresight, it was incredible to block the iron hoof of Ost Emma.

So where is the turning point?

Is it because Photius went to St. Helkent and revived the Primordial Necklace?
Or was it the Battle of St. Hytel, where those soldiers of St. Emma were fused into strange giants?

And the Black Forest at this time, is it the negative emotions of Nora and Fisebol inspired by the people of Orsan Emma?
What exactly are they plotting?
The negative emotions of the gods who created this world at the beginning of civilization have quietly penetrated into every corner of this war. Cyril looked up, and there was a surging black mist in front of him, and he stretched out his pale eyes ferociously. arm, trying to drag him into it.

He only felt a coldness in his chest, history had completely diverged from the future he was familiar with, and he rode away on a road that no player could understand.

He couldn't even see the strong sense of imperial glory in those O'Sante-Emmas who weren't even criminal invaders in this war—then they'd have at least one "clean up the barbarians of La Rochelle" name.

They just became tool people. Their lives are no longer dedicated to evil, but to them, they are full of glorious battlefields. Their lives may be ravaged at any time, just to form or call for a certain kind that should not exist. existence in the world.

They are like living sacrifices one by one, and this war has also become a "blindfold" for a large number of sacrifices...

The more Cyril thought about it, the colder his heart became, he couldn't understand what the people of Ossa Emma were thinking, the Storm Eagle of the Empire?Veteran "broken finger"? "Ino's successor"?
What about their wisdom?What about their eyes?Could it be that they were really kept in the dark like this, acting as chess pieces?

Or... Among them, there are some who have already thrown themselves into that darkness?
Cyril looked straight to the northeast, which was St. Helcoent, the capital of the origin of the supreme glory of St. Emma. The original necklace on his chest was burning with heat because of his movements. He seemed to see a Standing on the high tower, the haze poured into this holy royal city from behind...

"Emperor Uriel I, even your eyes are covered?"

He sighed softly.

As a player born in La Rochelle, he is the only one who can be called the "Great Emperor" since the Solago Dynasty in 1178, who destroyed La Rochelle during his reign. The emperor actually has considerable respect.

In fact, in the analysis of players on the forum, in the history of [Road of Glory], even if there was no undead invasion in northern Xinjiang, even if there was no food crisis brought about by years of severe drought and bad weather, La Rochelle would have to work hard to prepare for the war. Decades later, Ao Sheng Emma will still perish in the face of the Great Emperor Uriel I, Uriel Herris.

But if even this great emperor can be deceived...

What amazing power does the current Bishop of St. Emma, ​​Nicole, possess?
"Hello." He suddenly said to the head of the Centurion of the Orthodox Emma who was in a daze, and shouted two or three times, before the latter came back to his senses and responded, "Huh?"

"Have you ever been to St. Helcoent?" Cyril asked in Old St. Emma.

"Go, I've been, my house belongs to St. Hercoent." Vic replied hastily.

"How many months ago was the last time you went to St. Helcoent?"

"At least... half a year ago, we've been gathering west since June..." Vic replied vaguely.

"Is St. Helcoent any different from the past?"

"Different?" Vic said in his heart, even if he said something nonsense, you, an elf, have never been to St. Hercoent, how could you know the difference?
But he still answered honestly: "The difference... I don't feel much, but the number of guards in the royal city seems to be more, and there are fewer pedestrians on the street. I just finished the battle from the north. How long can I stay in St. Helcoent."

Cyril thought about it and nodded.

The vision of Wangcheng.

If that Bishop Nicole had really started to spread out his big net...no, based on his plan, he should have started to close the net, then the royal city of St. Helkent, under his nose, would inevitably undergo earth-shaking changes.

He wants to spread Danya's negative emotions, to spread the negative emotions of Yuanyuan, this capital is its starting point, and will also be its core - in this world, only that royal city is worthy of being the other A new beginning.

Cyril let out a long breath, looking at the leader of the Centurion of Saint Emma in front of him, he suddenly felt a little pitiful for him.

In the latter's concept since he was a child, La Rochelle should be the "barbarian" he attacked. Family education, the implantation of the army's ideas, how many ideas can he have, and how many opportunities to think?

And the source of all these changes in the three views, he didn't even have the opportunity to implement the ideas he had cultivated so hard, and he was about to become the negative nourishment of the so-called gods, and become a fanatical and distorted highest believer to practice his ideas a brick of...

How sad is this?

Cyril shook his head, and suddenly he didn't have the idea of ​​killing the Osan Emma man—from the moment the latter entered the Black Forest, his death was already doomed.At this moment, they may still be complaining about the hard work of their superiors, but they are still faithfully carrying out their orders. Even if they are knocked to the ground, they are still thinking about setting fire to the branches to block the invasion of the Black Forest...

Cyril turned around.

"Where's Misha? On the back of that purple dragon?"

he asked Gru.

"Yes, Misha is on the back of the purple dragon. The green dragon has almost wiped out this area of ​​the Osan Emma people. According to our speculation, the next camp of the Osan Emma people should be not far from here. In the distance, I think they should have spotted us."

Gru sat back on the dragon's back again: "Master Adrian, do you want to come up together?"

Cyril thought for a moment, and then jumped onto the dragon's back.

The green dragon soared into the air, its huge body flapping its wings, and the wind pressure caused Vic to be pushed back about ten meters.

The head of the centurion of Ost. Emma was stunned for a moment. He didn't know why the elves didn't kill him. It was because his life was so insignificant. Disdain to do it?

He looked back to where his camp was, but found that there was no camp there——

The fiery dragon's breath burned the tent and even the people of Aosheng Emma into coke. He walked over numbly, and saw colleagues who were still maintaining an offensive or defensive posture, and were sprayed into blackness. .

And the Claremont who ran to report, fell not far from him, with one hand covering his arms and the other stretching forward.

He didn't know what kind of emotion he was squatting down with. He moved Claremont's body, and it immediately turned into a piece of black ashes, scattered all over the ground.

There was only one brooch left, which was made of unknown, and fell into the gray-black and empty iron armor.

The brooch was also bent due to the high temperature, and all the gorgeous ornaments behind it had disappeared, leaving only a box design that could be opened.

He reached out to open it, and a gust of wind blew it away, blowing away a piece of charred paper scraps.

It was probably a photo of Claremont with his fiancée.

Vic stood up, and he was the only one left in the huge camp.He looked around blankly, and suddenly heard a voice behind him, and turned his head——

The world was engulfed in darkness.

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Cyril sat on the back of the green dragon, and the thrill of riding a dragon to hunt and kill the people of Ao San Emma was gone.

He turned his gaze further afield, looking for the body of Fisebol.But there were patches of black mist in the distance, even if he activated the ability of [The Listener], he still couldn't find the most intense touch of the blood.

Fisebor, the core of the Black Forest, or the source.

How big should it be, how wide is its scope, how to find its body, and how to put the seed of the tree of life that Nora gave vitality into it?
Can the seeds of the tree of life be thrown into it, can it really destroy this black forest?
Everything is unknown.

He settled down and refocused on the only clue he had: the Fisebol branch.

Although the copywriting of [Road to Glory] is a riddle, it is often a riddle that can be deciphered.At this time, the copywriting of this branch has generously revealed a lot of information compared with other items:
Did you hear that, that is the sound of the abyss, the time is long, and the end of eternity is the abyss.

It is one of Fisebor's thousands of remnants, and it contains an iota of Fisebor's will.

The voice of the abyss, long and long--

The power of the Eternal Tree is related to eternity, which Cyril is sure of.

A long time ago, when he first arrived in Amasir last year and entered the magic plain, that is, when he first received the blessing from the gods from Nora, he had the honor to experience the power given by Nora.

Eternity, this is the absolute ability to control time.If there is another time-related power that has been in contact with, then it is the Ji knight who is now beside Her Majesty, Her Excellency Heloise Trewell, who possesses the element of time.

However, it is impossible for Cyril at this time to go to Salkonan to find Heloise Treville, even if he arrives in time, the latter may not necessarily be in Salkonan.

And the opponent is only a professional level, and his understanding of time is obviously not enough for Cyril to deal with the time element of "eternity".

The end of eternity is the abyss. If it is just to prolong the time, it is not enough to reflect the "negative" - ​​the so-called negative must be linked to the strange power. The extreme emotions of the gods only need a little bit to be enough It's crazy, it's crashing...

The negative manifestation is the abyss of abyss...

To imprison the human spirit in the endless abyss and torture it until it completely degenerates?
Cyril guessed.

(End of this chapter)