Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 750 Ilandar?

The withered branches poke towards the sky soaked in black ink, and the dust floats between the once blue sky and Aomori. In the little haze, there are trembling wailing sounds everywhere.

It is hard to imagine that gray and black will become the main theme of the forest, but Cyril has seen such a similar scene more than once.

In the magic plain, the boundless shadow that swallowed the Holy White Court; in the memory of the death knight Adonis, the haze that swallowed Adonis.

They have a common name, called the end.

And Cyril knew the truth about them.

God's negativity.

Cyril didn't bother to look for the Saint Emmas. The elite army of Saint Emma who originally planned to attack La Rochelle had already become a group of living sacrifices.

Stormhawk of the Empire, Io Velos?This eagle has no chance to take off again. He faithfully executes the orders from the empire, and then will become a piece of nourishment for the negative recovery of the gods, which is no different from those ordinary soldiers.

Thinking of the power displayed by the negative power of the original source, which combined the group of people from St. Emma into a huge giant, Cyril could even boldly imagine whether Nora's negative power would make these people from St. Emma The bodies of the people are pieced together into trees made of human flesh and blood?
The two giant dragons were flying in the haze and darkness. After going deep into the territory of the Black Forest, affected by the environment of the Black Forest itself, they gradually lost their way forward.

Fortunately, Nora's protection is still in effect, Cyril can clearly feel the direction they came from, and Nora's natural force is still giving the forest a strong vitality.

But this vitality is no longer as strong as a few days ago. When Nora's protection dissipated, it was the day when the forest was eroded by the Black Forest.

"Should we move on?"

Misha suddenly translated the low growl from the green dragon, and Cyril turned his head to the side. Miss Elf was lying on the back of the green dragon, constantly communicating with the latter, and nodding from time to time.

"It said that the space here has a very obvious distortion and belongs to the chaotic area."

"Is it because of Fisebol?"

"No." Misha shook her head, "It has nothing to do with the Black Forest, it's because it's already twisted..."

"Twisted..." Cyril recalled what he heard from Nolan a few months ago, "Magic Plain?"

He did not forget that before he knew about Fisebol, the change that might have occurred in the forest was the revival of the "Magic Plain".

Since receiving the news of the spread of the Black Forest and the core of the Black Forest, Fisebor, Cyril has subconsciously ignored the original "Magic Plain"——

So, the Magic Plain didn't cease to exist because of the Black Forest?
The situation is getting more complicated. The Black Forest, the Magic Plain, the two are mixed together - if it is placed in the game, it must be a large-scale event that can keep players entertained for a long time, but in reality, it can only make the players happy. Cyril smiled wryly.

"The distortion of space can't cut off my sense of the forest, so go forward with confidence." Cyril replied, "There are no other requirements this time, just find the area where Fisebol is."

Nora gave them a month's time, and now there is plenty of time.

But there was another low growl from the green dragon.

"No, he said it's not the magic plain. He is very familiar with the magic plain. The magic plain is a 'silent thing' that existed before. It is the projection left by past civilizations on the world, and it will not cause space distortion."

The more Misha translated, the more astonishment appeared on his face, "He said that the source of the distortion didn't come from the forest, but from..."

"Heaven?"

"From the sky?" Cyril raised his head subconsciously, but he didn't see anything other than the haze caused by the black forest infection.

"So... is there something XZ in the space above our heads?"

"That's what he meant."

"Gru, can you still hold on?"

Cyril looked at one of the "Three Heroes of Gold" who had lost an arm. The latter was still pale, but nodded firmly, "With the natural aura of Marquis Adrian, the Black Forest has no effect on me. .”

"Let's go back." Cyril still made up his mind.

There is no point in continuing to explore further, there is no need to provoke some unknown twisted space.

So the green dragon and the purple dragon all turned around, and Cyril led the way relying on his perception of the forest.

But just after they flew not far away from where they were, the sky quickly darkened——

This is an indescribable change. The gray sky that was already drowsy was replaced by a more suffocating dark gray. Thunder lights twisted among the tumbling black clouds. The magical power made both giant dragons growl involuntarily.

"That doesn't belong to the Black Forest." Cyril looked up at the sky that had changed suddenly, and the area involved was so wide that even at the speed of a giant dragon, he couldn't fly away from the black cloud quickly.

And its range is still expanding, and the farthest cloud group has even extended to the border of the forest - this makes Cyril even more convinced that this black cloud has nothing to do with the Black Forest.

Because Nora's shelter is still there, and the Black Forest, which belongs to Nora's negative emotional companion, is absolutely impossible to break through its shelter...

Then what else can cause such a huge change in magical power?You must know that in the Black Forest, the magic power itself is extremely chaotic, and it is extremely difficult to mobilize the attribute elements that you can control on a large scale in such an environment.

For mages, the environment of the Black Forest is an absolute "lack of magic" environment. If they want to fight in such an environment, the capacity of their own element pool is extremely tested.

There are dozens of dungeons related to the Black Forest in [Road to Glory], ranging from the smallest [Green Forest] to the largest [The Dark Fall of the Elven King Migselno], all of which are suitable for the mages of the next book. The element pool has considerable requirements. He doesn't have two pieces of "self-returning magic" equipment on him, and he doesn't have the face to shout at the door of the dungeon.

To mobilize magic on such a scale in such an environment...

Is it related to the "distorted space" in the mouth of the green dragon, or?

While Cyril was thinking, a thick Thunder Snake had already fallen from the black cloud and slashed fiercely towards a place in the Black Forest.

But at the place locked by the lightning strike, countless dense branches suddenly sprouted on the dead branch, interlaced to form layers of umbrella surfaces, and in an instant, a full seven layers of thick green shade umbrellas were superimposed, straightly facing the sky. half empty!
Then, thunder falls!
"do the splits!"

The thunder pierced the air, and the outermost green umbrella was torn by the thunder in an instant, followed by the second and third layers, but when the thunder snake invaded the fourth umbrella, the thick leaves piled up and collapsed. Suddenly, lightning surged over it, but failed to tear it apart immediately!

This Thunder Snake spent a lot of effort on the fourth layer of umbrella. The original thick thunder body was even narrowed by nearly half because of this, which was enough to tear this layer of umbrella.

But behind it, there is a thicker and more lush three-layer canopy!
This ray of lightning didn't even break through the fifth layer of the umbrella, and only traveled a circle upstream of it before it shattered and dissipated.

The remaining three layers of umbrellas are like the canopy of the tree of life, exuding a majestic natural atmosphere, and even the surrounding black forest has been infected by this, and there are faint signs of returning to the green shade.

And Cyril, who had witnessed all this, already had a name in his mind, and blurted out:

"Elandar!"

The patriarch of the Congye clan who has disappeared since January last year, and one of the elders of the Deep Forest Council, "Heart of the Tree" Ilandar, isn't he looking for a way to break through the "natural disaster level" in the area now covered by the Black Forest? ?
Before that, they were still wondering whether Elandar would become an important nourishment for Fisebol's recovery, but now it seems that Elandar is still unscathed, and there is even room to complete the promotion of the class.

Breaking through natural disasters, natural disasters... Could it be that this billowing thundercloud is the ultimate test for breaking through natural disasters?

Cyril didn't want to think about why this posture of breaking through the natural disaster level is very similar to the "Heavenly Tribulation" in the online novel.At this moment, his attention is all on the matter of Yilandar breaking through the natural disaster level-don't forget the guess he had earlier:

The path chosen by Elandar itself is the path of the power of nature most commonly used by elves.Being able to promote from extraordinary to natural disaster shows that his attainments in the power of nature have reached the pinnacle.

It can be combined with Cyril's own experience of breaking through the extraordinary level: if he wants to further break through his wind element, he has to challenge the negative emotions of the wind god Asuyi...

Then Ilandal wants to make a breakthrough in the power of nature, and what he wants to provoke is Nora's negativity, the core of the Black Forest, Fisebol?
Cyril could not imagine the consequences of provoking Fisebol at this moment!
"Elandar!"

He mustered the power of the wind, and he jumped out from the back of the green dragon, and leaped towards the place where the lightning struck.However, he had just escaped from the dragon's back, and the black forest below seemed to come to life. Those dark dead trees turned into entangled vines, covering him in mid-air.

"The Black Forest took the initiative to attack me?" Cyril was surprised, already holding "Adonis' Judgment" in his hand, and was about to chop all these vines with cold sword light, when a fiery dragon's breath from the slanting thorns came out. It sprayed out and burned all the vines to ashes.

"Good job!"

Cyril had no time to thank the green dragon for his help, the Isle of Immeasurable Wind spread out, and the gate of another dimension was cast, and in an instant he reached the seventh floor of the green umbrella that had not yet dissipated.

He landed firmly on the thick leaves, which were stacked together, giving people a sense of peace of mind like the earth.But just as Cyril took two steps forward, the leaves under his feet suddenly burst, and the same Black Forest vines as before were entangled towards him again.

"No, these vines... are controlled by people!"

He immediately recognized the situation in front of him, and his heart sank—it was clearly transformed by the power of Elandar, but it was mixed with the Black Forest...

He didn't think Ellandar would take the initiative to accept the power of the Black Forest when he broke through!
Cyril held his breath and concentrated on "Adonis' Judgment" tightly in his hand. He aimed at the vine that was winding towards him, and suddenly raised his sword from bottom to top.

The blue sword light was as wide as a four-car avenue, sweeping out from the sword.Those vines were as fragile as thin paper under such a magnificent sword light, they were directly torn into pieces, and the thick leaves were blown away and torn together!
When this sword passed, a deep pit was plowed on the umbrella surface that was strong enough to withstand thunder, extending from the edge of the umbrella to the center of the umbrella surface!
The chopped and broken leaves were flying one after another, and the thick green leaves were gradually withering and yellowing, and the scene of the pits under the flying leaves made Cyril almost vomit:

Under the thick umbrella, there are countless wriggling, black, maggot-like existences, they are rubbing each other, opening their mouths to bite each other, from the bottom of Cyril's feet to the center of the umbrella, all these creepy thing.

And when Cyril looked at the center of the umbrella, the "umbrella handle" that runs through the seven-fold umbrella surface, he found that the outer layer of the "umbrella handle" that was like the trunk of a tree was also broken by his sword, and the Instead, there are countless twisted and hideous faces stacked together!
"Elandar..." Cyril lowered the sword in his hand and let out a long sigh.

He originally thought that he would be able to meet Elandar who broke through the natural disaster level again, but at this time, it seemed that it was already too late.

Crazy, chaotic, chaotic, these are all brought about by the negative emotions of the gods. When the power displayed by it presents such a scene, it proves that the "heart of the tree" Ellandar has fallen in the dark.

"In that case..." He raised the sword in his hand again, his gaze coldly glanced at the thing in front of him, and was about to wipe it out in one breath, when he suddenly heard a low, painful voice:
"Adrien..."

"help me……"

The young Marquis stopped his movements.

He closed his eyes.

Will and spirit sank beneath his feet, merging into the chaotic wriggling black, through which he moved swiftly, into the handle of the umbrella, into the howling faces.

"Elandar, where are you?"

His consciousness searched around in it, and soon found the core of the stack of countless human faces, and could vaguely feel a touch of natural vitality covered by endless chaos.

"Got you."

Consciousness recovered in an instant, Cyril held the long sword in one hand, and took out a book from his arms in the other hand.

【Book of Heroic Spirits】.

The pages of the book did not need to be turned by him, as there was no wind, the pages were turned quickly, and the voices of countless spiritual knights echoed in Cyril's mind—they were angry because of these chaotic things, they were eager and begging for a fight. fighting.

But the pages did not stop, but turned to the last page.

A page that Cyril had never been able to turn before.

The page where Sigrid, the dragon descendant who was once dusty in the tree of eternity in the magic plain, was.

　Try to fill in the holes one by one, and mention everything that should be mentioned.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)