Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 768 Holy White Alliance Eagle Walker
The sunlight shines on the young man lying in the woodland through the gaps in the shade of the trees.

He raised his right hand to half cover his face, and at this moment the blue light on the right arm flickered like breathing.He turned his head sideways and saw the pair of dragon horns flashing at the same frequency.

It's not the dragon horns in the shape of a dragon, but the two small horns drilled out from the top of Sigrid's head when she transformed into a human form. Surrounded by blue light, it is as crystal clear as jade, exquisite and beautiful.

"[Dragonborn's Horn]: The dragon's horn has a unique meaning to the giant dragon, and their dragon language magic is passed on through the dragon's horn.

Dragonborn who inherit dragon horns, they will eventually be dragons. "

The horn of a dragon, the bone of a heroic human soul, the feather of a beast god, and the eternity stone of an elf.

All the materials for the legendary sword of lore that the creatures of the fourth era face the end have been collected.

Cyril picked up the dragon horn, held it in his hand, and stood up at the same time.

Even without him taking the initiative to take any action, the light on the arm where the Moon Stone imprint was engraved suddenly became brighter, the feather of Isis had already floated out of his body, and the bone of the human heroic soul had also flown out of the space bracelet by itself, floating in front of him.

Under the resonance of the imprint of the "sword", these four materials attract each other, and the mission of their existence is to reproduce the long sword that once traumatized Fisebol.

The imprint gradually peeled off from Cyril's arm, forming a virtual sword in the air, like a spell model constructed by a mage chanting a spell.

Then, under the shroud of shining light, those four materials were sequentially filled into the model of the long sword.The moon stone that fell on the end of the long sword continuously input power into the sword model, and the bone of the human heroic soul gradually became sharp and bright under the tempering of the magic power.The dragon horns turned into gauntlets and fell on both sides of the hilt, and the last feather of Isis shone bright white, sharing its rich spirituality with the long sword——

The halo lasted for nearly an hour before dissipating, and Cyril witnessed this "casting ceremony" that required neither fire nor hammer.He looked at the exquisite long sword like a work of art floating in front of him, just waiting for him to reach out to hold it, and couldn't help but take a deep breath.

The description of the item jumped out word by word as his gaze fell on it:
"[Sword of the Holy White Alliance, Iggy Walker]: Have you heard the screams of the creatures? Have you ever felt that nature is falling apart? The end of destruction, is it the end? Or is it a new hope?

The long sword is made of the horn of the dragon, the bone of the heroic soul of the human, the feather of the beast god, and the eternal stone of the elf. It is named after the knight Igwok.

It faced the end. "

As always, the item introduction of the riddle, but at this moment, Cyril only felt that every word was so heavy.

Then he took a step forward and grabbed the hilt of the sword that seemed to fit his palm.

The familiar natural magic power came from the hilt of the sword, and it was connected with his body in an instant.The feeling that this weapon is like an extended arm made him immediately understand why the gods use weapons.

His own strength seemed to have a new outlet, and this outlet was also a catalyst. He felt that he only needed to cut it casually at this moment, and the mountain in front of him would collapse obediently.

The gauntlets of the dragon horns protected his hands, emitting a gentle heat.Cyril noticed the power contained in it, just like the item description of [Dragonborn Horn], this sword also endowed the user with the ability of dragon law spells due to the addition of dragon horns.

The feather of Isis endowed the sword with spirituality, but Cyril did not deeply perceive this, perhaps because he had used the power of the feather of Isis for a long time and was no longer sensitive to it.

And in the end, it was the blade forged from the bone of the heroic soul of Vincent Christian.

When Cyril's eyes fell on it, he didn't feel its sharpness—even when it was cast, the sharpness visible to the naked eye disappeared completely.

However, when his fingers rested on the blade, he immediately felt a spiritual power transmitted to his mind, which shocked his mind and even made him slightly absent-minded.

How to describe the spiritual power contained in it?

Bravery, justice, determination, fearlessness... At this moment, he fully understood why this material is the "bone of the heroic soul of mankind". All possible beautiful qualities of the heroic soul are engraved with the forging of the blade To this sword.

These beautiful qualities have forged the heroic soul of human beings, and at the same time, they have also been transformed into powerful characters. In the long river, they have written down the infinite possibilities of the fragile race of human beings.

Holding his sword, he stood in the shade of the forest in the calm afternoon sun.

Then he raised his hand and flicked lightly on the long sword.

If there is a dragon chant, it will resound in the sky.

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"Selicy Level [-] Alert, Siliki Level [-] Alert!"

In the sky above Siliki, alarm bells rang.Rows of guards rushed to their posts, and in the blink of an eye, the most prosperous city in Amasir was turned into a heavily guarded fortress of steel and iron.

Azike hurried to the meeting room, and all the generals staying in Siliki had gathered in the meeting room.On the round table for discussion, Lydia Shelley was wearing a long robe crookedly, with no shoes on, stepping on the table with bare feet, waving her arms and declaring something loudly.

"Is it a drill this time? Or?"

His voice attracted everyone's attention, and the generals all turned their heads and greeted him: "Good afternoon, General Angers—"

"Answer my question." Atzke frowned, "Who sounded the alarm? If it's a drill, you need to make an appointment in advance..."

"I knocked." Lydia interrupted him directly, "Please listen to what I say, sir."

Azike spread his hands—he was already familiar with the eccentric character of the dean of the Lurea Research Institute, and he was no longer familiar with it. The latter belongs to the type of father who has money, and she will listen to whoever gives enough research funds. of.

It would be easy to deal with it when she was a down-and-out mage, but now Lydia Shelley is the dean of the most top-notch research institute in Siliki, the largest city in Amathir, and she has great power. With regard to the authority to mobilize resources, except for Lord Marquis who came in person, other people's speech lessons are not easy to use.

What's more, she is also the direct supplier of the military's new equipment...

"The Lurea Research Institute detected a hidden force approaching Siliki. We sent scouts, but human eyes cannot detect their existence, nor can they be identified through magic power."

"Enemy attack?"

"Not sure yet." Lydia Shelley shook her head, "But combined with the current changes in the direction of the forest, I suggest that Siliki enter the first-level alert state immediately."

"It's no problem to enter the alert state." Atzke said cautiously.Siliki was their base, and everything was based on stability—he didn't want the Marquis to see a tattered Siliki after he came back.

"But we have to find out what the enemy is, how to hide it, and... when will Lurea get more detection equipment like this?"

"This is a new device that was put into research and development in November, and it is still in the experimental stage." Lydia Shelley replied directly, "During our detection, this hidden force has multiple life forms, thousands of , is currently cruising in the area of ​​​​Xiliji Territory, and the research institute has given specific countermeasures, which requires the cooperation of the military."

Without giving Atsk a chance to answer, she has already continued: "First, mobilize the Silver Blade Knights to intercept him, and second, need to mobilize the Griffon Knights to block his way. Third, if possible, it is best to let the Lord Marquis personally took action..."

"Lord Marquis can blow up half of Amasir by himself." Atzke couldn't help laughing angrily, "If you can't come up with a specific plan, then the research institute will cooperate with the military. Please give me The specific range of activities of this force, I need to understand it..."

Before he could finish his sentence, following the sound of hurried footsteps, a messenger ran into the meeting hall and reported loudly: "Report—an unknown force was found in the direction of the north city gate, and the city head tried to respond to it, but Didn't get any reply."

"They showed up on their own initiative?" Atzke raised his eyebrows, "What about the number? What about the distribution of troops?"

"It is roughly estimated that the number of people is about [-]. The arms are mixed infantry and cavalry. Their armor is very thick and looks amazing. The mount is a horse-shaped creature with huge double horns, a majestic body and long hair. ..."

Atsk immediately asked: "Long hair? Grey-brown long hair or light yellow? Are the two horns large and broad antlers, or?"

"It's gray-brown long hair with broad antlers." The orderly was taken aback for a moment, and then replied.

"That's a broad-horned deer in the western plateau." Atzke tore off a piece of paper from a notepad on one side, took a pen and drew a few times, and then drew the image of a majestic deer.

"That's it, that's it—" the orderly nodded repeatedly.

"Broad-horned deer cavalry, thick and heavy armor... It seems to be in line with the characteristics of troops in the western mining area." Atsk frowned.

"Then...is the friendly army from the west who came to support us?"

"It must have been too late for them to arrive, we have finished fighting with the people of Osan Emma..."

Azike shook his head: "But Lord Marquis said that the power occupying the western mining area is not a good thing, and it may not even be friendly..."

He only vaguely remembered that Cyril mentioned this, but he didn't say anything more specific.

"Go to the top of the city to have a look." He ordered.

All the generals flocked to the head of the north tower, and Azike stood at the front, looking down the city wall.

There are neat phalanxes arranged under the city wall, two cavalry phalanxes and three infantry phalanxes. In the front is a particularly huge broad-horned deer. The rider on the back of the deer is a mage in a gray robe. Holding the staff, he was looking up at the tower.

If Cyril was here at this time, he would be able to recognize the identity of this mage at a glance:

Harvey Reese.

Nearly two years ago, after finishing casting the spell of the Tower of the North Wind, the mage of the six-ring atmospheric system who belonged to the Tower of the North Wind chose to follow "Iris" to leave the Tower of the North Wind, and has not been seen since then.

At this time, Harvey was constantly fanning himself with his collar, and complained to the air on one side: "Master Iris... the temperature in Amasir is too high, our people wear too much clothes." ..."

The space around him was slightly distorted, and a dark purple luxurious carriage suddenly appeared.The window of the carriage opened, and a white arm protruded from the inside, gently swinging towards him.

"After asking the Amathir about the movement of the city of Hormel, you can leave."

"There is no need to entangle with them, such a thing is meaningless, not to mention that Adrian... is no longer a good target."

"Yes." Harvey Reese nodded.

He cleared his throat, and was about to talk to the Siliki defenders on the tower when he suddenly felt the space vibrate.He looked up in astonishment, and at the same time, the carriage that had just been hidden beside him reappeared, and the woman in the carriage had already stepped out of the carriage, and somehow stood on the top of the carriage.

"Master Iris, this is..."

"The city in the sky hidden in the space." Iris wore a mask and couldn't see her face, but her voice was uncontrollably excited, "It is resonating with this city, and it is about to appear here..."

"Hormel City?"

"Yes, it's the city of Hormel!" Iris opened her arms, her voice becoming frenzied.

And the people on the city tower also felt the space fluctuations that had never been hidden in the slightest, and they were in an uproar in an instant.

"Space vibration? Where is the source?"

"Is it caused by the sudden appearance of the carriage and the mage?"

"The strength of this spatial fluctuation..." Lydia Shelley had already started to measure, and placed the weird instruments on the ground from the bracelet, and the pointers shook one after another, pointing to exaggerated values.

Then she looked at Atsk in a panic: "If this force continues to oscillate, it will be enough to wipe out Siliki!"

Azike's face was ashen. This was undoubtedly the worst news. He immediately ordered: "Stop this force from continuing... interrupt the movements of the two mages below!"

In the eyes of everyone on the tower, the iris who opened her arms in a fanatical posture is already the caster of this destructive spell.Hearing the order, the archers at the top of the city drew their longbows and let go in one order. The enchanted arrows shot towards the troops below the tower with a long stream of light.

"Oh?" Iris was puzzled, and then sneered disdainfully.

She lightly raised one hand, just waved it randomly in the air, and all the arrows thrown at her troops stopped in mid-air——

It was a thin wall of ice that was almost invisible, blocking the way of these hundreds of arrows.

"Break it."

She whispered a word softly, and the arrows shattered one after another.

And it wasn't just the arrows that were broken.

And the equipment of the archers on the walls...

They were originally standing with bows, but the armor on their bodies suddenly shattered, and even their clothes were torn to pieces.

In the blink of an eye, a hundred more naked archers appeared on the city wall.

(End of this chapter)