Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 758 Senhuang Realm, the Last Elandar
"Have you considered other options?"

"Another plan? The elves have no power to fight back against the dilapidated nature. Sigrid has already experienced the devastation of Fisebol once. Facts have proved that the dragonborn is powerless in front of it."

"As for contacting the city of Hormel..."

"Launched a natural disaster-level powerful offensive, but was pierced by Fisebol. Not to mention whether I can persuade them to become a helper, whether I am qualified enough to catch their attention... just getting in touch with them is already too much Waste of time."

"The only thing we can rely on is ourselves."

The young half-elf walked in front, his steps were light and light, without any sound.

The figure of Yilandar, who was following behind, kept making noises, and the creaking sound kept coming, which was the only sound in this dead black forest area.

There are traces of flames everywhere, scorched tree trunks, ashes of soil, and the smell of burning in the air.

This kind of forest made Yilandar feel so strange that he thought he was actually in hell, not the forest he was familiar with.

He moved forward with one foot deep and one foot shallow. At first, he used natural wood instead of the trunk to move forward. Now he is very proficient, and he can even catch up with Cyril's intentional pace of maintaining speed.

"A little further ahead, we will enter the real 'ruling area' of Fisebol."

Yilandar closed his eyes slightly, he could sense the depraved natural breath in front of him, distorted and turned into black tentacles and lifted into the air, staggered into a big net from which he could never escape, staring at everything.

"After entering there, there is no turning back." Cyril stopped and waited for Yilandar to come to his side before speaking.

"Do you think I came here with you for a walk?" Yilandar let out a cold laugh. This kind of laughter has been heard countless times when dealing with Cyril in the past, and this reunion Since, it is the first time.

He turned his head sideways, and once again looked seriously at this perhaps the most outstanding elf genius in this era of civilization.

The latter's current appearance is so embarrassing and ugly that it is enough to be "expelled" from the elven genealogy. Even those half-elfs born from elven women who were taken away in the past years and extremely ugly human men, their appearance is also the same. Far better than the average human level.

As he was getting closer to Fisebol, during this period of the trip, Elandar was increasingly unable to suppress the intrusion of Nora's filth into his body.The balance in his body has been broken, and what is shown is that the dead wood, which only occupied half of it, has invaded the remaining intact area of ​​him.

His forehead and chin have completely collapsed. It is not just skin like dead wood, but completely dry wood. It is similar to the feeling of the Black Forest, where just looking at it can give people mental trauma. , The wrinkled and withered wood looks straight to the heart.

But the expression in his only half-open eye, which could not be widened due to the oppression of the dead wood, was brighter than ever.

"Then you have to follow me." Cyril said flatly, "In that area, I can't stop and wait for you."

"Of course, since I'm here, I don't want to be a burden to hold you back." Yilandar smiled stiffly, "Adrien, I found that the 'traveling' technique I developed is really good. It’s just that it consumes a little bit of magic power. After I optimize it, I can teach it to the clansmen after I go back...”

"Not only can those clansmen with disabled limbs regain the ability to move freely, but it can also be used as a substitute for transportation when facing harsh terrain such as swamps..."

He spoke quickly, but he didn't notice that his voice was trembling.But the young man in front of him has caught this point, and the smile that was still on his face just now has completely disappeared at this moment.

The serious gaze of the young man made Erendar stop his mouth. He looked at the handsome face that was still immature, which was still a "child" compared to the appearance of an elf, and finally closed his eyes slightly and sighed. tone.

"Did you see it?"

"Elandar." Cyril showed a trace of sadness in his eyes, "You can still go back now."

"Adrien." Yilandar raised the remaining intact hand and slowly placed it on his chest, "I told you, I didn't come here to take a walk with you."

"You didn't think about going back alive, did you?"

Erendar was silent for a moment, then lowered his voice:
"There's always someone to be the ladder."

"Although I don't know why the great Nora is so fond of you, but...half-elf, in terms of understanding and familiarity with nature, you are inferior to me."

His volume gradually increased, and the original hoarse voice began to become clear:
"I am familiar with everything in this forest. I can hear the heartbeat of every tree and the pulse of the earth. Nature has already penetrated deeply into my bones. My blood is the stream flowing in the forest. I have already One with the forest—half-elves, you don't understand this, the precipitation of nature from the elves, from the Council of the Deep Forest, from the most devout followers of Nora."

He raised his head proudly, looking at the darkness ahead.

"I have already set foot in the Xifen Plain, and now I have touched the White Tower Leander, below the White Ring, under the rules of Nora's body, I am the most prosperous nature—"

"Then, when you and I enter the Black Forest, who do you think Nora's filth will stare at first?"

"Is it a lucky man who has no understanding of nature and is only favored by Nora, or the only threat under his throne, the knight who knocked on the gate of his palace with a long sword?"

"You..." Cyril's pupils could not help shrinking.

At this moment, he has fully understood the intention of this elf genius.

Just like when he sublimated his wind, he wanted to challenge Asuyi's negative emotions. These negative emotions thought they were unique existences under his body, and he was looking for an opportunity to replace the body and become a new power holder. Naturally, he would not allow a successor challenged its authority.

And Elandar is the successor challenger to the authority of nature.

Fisebol has already missed a chance to kill him, and if Elandar releases his breath again, it will be the most attractive meal, which will attract most of the people from Fisebol Sight……

"You're bound to die like this—"

"Half-elf!" Cyril's words were interrupted by Yilandar's sudden sharp voice. The latter opened his eyes wide this time, showing the majesty of the visitors who looked at the tree of life when they met for the first time. , "Find out, whose forest is here!"

"This is the forest of the people of nature, this is the stage of the elves, and on this most grand repertoire, there should be the figure of the inheritor of our Nora's purest blood—"

"Here, you are not qualified to point fingers!"

His voice fell like a heavy hammer, and then he stretched out his hand and shook his robe vigorously. Under the strong support of the tree roots for transportation, he actually kicked forward more than ten meters away, and instantly broke away from the current "" Safe House".

"Elandar!"

Cyril followed closely, and the filthy ghostly noise from Nora filled his mind instantly when he stepped into it.He held his breath, increased his speed, and rushed to the front of Elandar in an instant.

The latter's only remaining eyebrows have been swallowed by the dead wood, and the rest of his face is pale and pale, and his eyes are full of tremors caused by filth.

"Go forward, Adrian..."

He murmured his lips and squeezed out a weak voice: "Go forward, leave me alone..."

"you……"

"Go forward!" He suddenly erupted with a force out of nowhere, raised his stiff head vigorously, and shouted at Cyril, "Go, go and kill those filth, go, go!
He stretched out his remaining intact arm forward, pointed his index finger at Cyril, and shouted loudly with his last strength:

"I'll watch you, I'll watch you tear that shit up Fisebol, don't let me see you fail—"

Cyril took a deep breath. He saw that the wood used for transportation beside Yilandar had disintegrated, and the remaining half of his body was being eroded rapidly. The last eyes had begun to turn white, and his sanity had gradually faded away. fall...

"Elandar." He gritted his teeth, and finally said loudly: "Look carefully, I will tear that thing into pieces, and I will come back with success!"

The wind element gushes out from the element pool, and the power of the feather of Isis has already blessed the whole body.With a twist of his footsteps, his body was ejected in an instant, and the cyan wind dragged behind him like a jet of flame, leaving a clear cyan trail in the darkness.

Erendar stood there stiffly, his hands still pointing to Cyril's back.

He had no strength or ability to move anymore.In the time of these few words, the dead wood has swallowed most of his body, his chest, upper arm, forearm, and even his hands have climbed into the darkness of the dead wood.

There was chaos in his mind, and he didn't know whether the painful wailing came from his own soul or from those invading voices.

In less than a minute, his whole body will be swallowed by the filth, turning into a dead tree in the shape of a human, standing forever in this fallen forest.

"Elandar." He called his name with the last of his sanity, connected to the chaotic magic power of the outside world, and seemed to be able to see the figure advancing at high speed in the black forest, alarming countless resentful souls lurking here.Those resentful souls gathered together, chasing after the half-elf boy like a long white belt.

"at last……"

His soul murmured, and at the last moment when he was dragged into the depths by countless pale arms, he opened the only eye that was still intact on the face.

"Let's bloom again."

In an instant, the pale arms holding his soul were all shaken away by a bright light, and then melted away with a scream.His body covered by dead wood burst into incomparably bright golden light, and this burst of golden light soared into the sky, like the sun breaking through the dark clouds, illuminating large swathes of black forest in it.

Cyril gritted his teeth tightly. The filthy ghosts of Nora who were chasing him each had amazing power. Once they were caught by them, even the gate of another dimension could not escape.However, these things piled up more and more at this time, and even began to block his way forward.

But at the moment when he was struggling to move on, those pale ghosts suddenly stopped their movements, allowing Cyril to pass through them, leaving them all behind in an instant.

"What's going on... at Ilandar's back?" The moment this thought flashed in Cyril's mind, he immediately felt a scorching heat from the direction of his back, approaching from an extremely distant place, as if about to Burn him up.

The darkness around him gradually became brighter, and a layer of golden light from behind coated these pitch-black forest trees, and there were bursts of screams from these forest trees, and these screams came from the filth living in them.

"Elandar, what are you doing?" Cyril frantically flashed a question mark in his heart, but he couldn't turn his head back—the suspension of those ghosts' actions was only temporary, and this was the only way he could pass through the large black forest without interference, Great opportunity to rush to Fisebor.

Elandar, still staring at him, staring at him until he tore Fisebol apart and brought success back—

No matter what is going on now, it is the time that Yilandar bought for him. What he has to do is to seize every minute and every second to get close to Fei Sebor and tear Fei to pieces. Cyber!
And far away behind him was the entrance to this abyss of black forest.

The elf covered by dead wood has been completely covered by bright light.

Every part of his body turned into faint light spots, gradually dissipating, his head covered by golden light was slightly lowered.

Then, in an ancient whisper, he whispered:
"Inwater Brut, the realm of brilliance."

"The sun is fierce."

"All things manifest."

Light, bloomed.

Everything around began to become noisy, the pitch-black trees, the scorched soil, and all the parts infested by the black forest began to emit roars that were inaudible to human ears.

But these screams can't stop anything, and what follows is a burst of crackling sound, which comes from the inside of these filth, and they crackle in unison, and then, a mass of fire suddenly burns up, From its deepest part, it burned to its outer layer in an instant, completely burning it through.

The ghosts that chased the boy in the distance rushed towards the figure covered in light like locusts passing through the border, but they only flew halfway, and they all began to writhe in the air one by one, and then they were also ignited He kept howling, but it couldn't stop the flames from burning.

They fell into the sea of ​​flames below like falling meteors, and landed beside the golden figure. They tried to catch the golden figure that was dissipating, but the latter ignored them at all and just calmed down. staring ahead.

His eyes pierced through the burning black forest, pierced through the eternal darkness in the distance, and chased after the figure of the galloping young man.

"Among the ashes, there are always flowers blooming."

he murmured.

Then it turned into golden bubbles and shattered in the burning forest.

(End of this chapter)