Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 83 The team leader's test [Request a ticket~]

"How many crossbow arrows are there in the Tower of the North Wind?"

"The stock of the Stone Piercing Arrow is not optimistic. When the Iron Slippery Legion passed by the Tower of the North Wind a few days ago, they transferred a batch and sent it to Lovisa..."

The moment the wooden door was pushed open, the sound of a man and a woman talking in the tower reached Cyril's ears.The female voice was cold and sharp. The owner clamped the helmet around his waist, and his long chestnut hair was naturally scattered. It was the leader of the Silver Blade Knights, Christine.

Seeing Cyril walking into the tower and the three women behind him, she immediately raised her hand, gestured to the man, and then asked:
"Cyril Adrian?"

Cyril nodded, and then saluted: "Captain Christine."

"Apprentice knight squire, joined the Silver Blade Knights Reserve in August 1439, and arrived in Tap Town with Locke's training recruits in October—is that you?"

Cyril was taken aback for a moment, she didn't expect that the other party would confirm her identity first, this question stumped him——

The traversers in those web articles can always inherit a memory from the original owner at the beginning, but he didn't, and it was only recently that he got a glimpse of it in a dream for the first time.

He considered it for a while, but he didn't speak yet, but he heard Captain Christine continue to say quickly:

"In February 1440, Tap Town was attacked by undead, and Locke's entire army was wiped out. In the same month, you arrived at the Tower of the North Wind and asked Roderick for help—is that so?"

She suddenly walked towards Cyril with big strides, the armor on her body shook, as if every step could stir up an unprovoked wind.This force is mixed with her icy expression, just like the sword she has unsheathed, just to bear its sharpness will require people to do their best.

But Cyril stood firmly on the spot and replied firmly:

"Yes, that's right, I guess..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw Captain Christine raised his eyebrows, and suddenly raised his hand on his waist.Cyril only felt his heart tighten, and subconsciously pulled out the long sword hanging from his waist, and swung it forward——

Amidst the crisp sound of tinkling and falling rain, two streaks of silver light intertwined and collided in mid-air, leaving dazzling arcs.Cyril gritted his teeth tightly, even if the opponent didn't use the power to deal with Iris, and simply waved the sword in his hand lightly, the power of the sword was enough to make his arm go numb.

He was slightly horrified in his heart. He could recognize that the sword technique used by the opponent was just an entry-level sword technique for military use—this was the seventh version of the sword technique revised by La Rochelle in 1335 by the master swordsman "Cropton". It is less difficult and more streamlined than the previous six editions.

But in the hands of Captain Christine, this simple combination of sword moves has great power, not from its own strength, but through its understanding of sword moves to make reasonable changes and collocations——

He thinks that he has mastered these sword skills in the game, and he is on par with many sword masters.The rogue itself is "dagger proficient" and "short sword proficient", and the swordsmanship of the one-handed sword is also within the scope of his intensive training.

But he is a "Master of Swordsmanship" that combines the experience summed up by countless players and the assistance of the system. This knight leader does not have these things, and she is only in her forties at most——

This is a swordsmanship genius!
Cyril was startled, the long sword in his hand finally couldn't bear the strength of Commander Christine's long sword, and was swung away by the sword and deviated from the course.Before he could make amends in the future, he heard a "clang clang", and the other party had returned the sword to its sheath swiftly, and let out a cold snort ""

"It's true, as Roderick said, your swordsmanship is outstanding—but is it too good?"

There seemed to be a sword wind in her protracted voice, but this sentence made Cyril sweat coldly——damn it, I am only a teenager in my teens here, and I have only been in the army for a long time, He De How can one fight against a swordsmanship genius without losing the wind?
This is a desperate situation like a Shura field, but Cyril knows that he must not show weakness at this time, and he has to rely on himself to make up for what he has pretended to be—he suddenly squeezed a fist with one hand, hammered it on his chest, and said loudly:
"Captain, my wish is to become the number one swordsmanship master in La Rochelle, so I have been studying swordsmanship!"

"Oh?" Captain Christine suddenly let out a playful laugh, completely different from the previous coldness, as if the sharp thorns were peeled off, revealing the bright red petals.

"You mean, you're a natural swordsman?"

"That's right, I'm a natural swordsman!" Cyril said cheekily, but his voice couldn't help but soften a little.

But Christine raised her eyebrows again, and suddenly raised the volume: "Speak louder, I can't hear you!"

The corner of Cyril's eyes twitched, but he didn't dare to hesitate, and repeated loudly: "Yes, leader, I am a natural swordsmanship wizard!"

Christine's voice finally calmed down: "This is what a knight of my Silver Blade Knights should look like."

Cyril also let out a long sigh of relief. He thought that climbing the city wall would directly start a confrontation with the undead, but he didn't expect that the first test would be a test from the head.

He turned around and saw the three girls behind him all at a loss, pointing to the chair in the corner: "Go and sit down, I'll have something to say to the leader."

"Listen, Adrien, I don't care who you are, as long as you're not a spy for Ul St. Emma or Port New Orway, orc or half-elf or dwarf, I don't care. Roderick Say you have this extraordinary talent, and I hope your talent can be used by me, La Rochelle."

She paused for a moment, then continued: "Are you a half-elf?"

"Yes, Commander."

"Which one?"

"Uh...I don't know myself." Cyril shook his head and said.This is not a lie. Among the composition of La Rochelle, elven blood accounts for a very important part, but it is also divided into two factions - one part is intermarriage, and the other part is half-elf born under the slave trade hundreds of years ago.

The former is active at the top of all walks of life, while the latter is often full of hostility towards the kingdom and even human beings.

"It's not important." Captain Christine put his hands behind his back, "Now you are a member of the Silver Blade Knights, and it's me, the knight under Jane Christine."

Jane Christine -

Cyril finally knew the full name of the leader.

"I am very lucky to meet you in such a chaotic time, Adrian. The Silver Blade Knights need fresh blood, and this kingdom also needs sharper swords. I look forward to your performance in the future."

"After this battle, the Knights will hold an induction ceremony for you, but for now—please work harder."

After she finished speaking, she put on her helmet and quickly walked out of the third tower.

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I suddenly felt that the name of the group leader was not chosen well, and it was awkward when writing the name alone, what happened]

(End of this chapter)