Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 121 The Wind of Nature
The silence in the carriage was extremely quiet. Whether it was Caroline who was protecting herself in the corner, Elena who was staring outside with a sullen face and holding a sword, or Mia who was sitting quietly, at this moment, all of them focused their eyes on The hands that held Cyril.

And Cyril also stayed where he was. He never expected that this lively elf lady would have such a bold move, which made no progress in the relationship line in the previous life, whether in the game or in reality. He suffered a huge shock——

But it was only for a short moment. In the next second, Miss Elf exerted all her strength, and "slapped" his hand on the big book spread out on her lap.

The eyes of the three pairs of eyes moved to the three hands that were pressing on the big book.

But Miss Elf didn't seem to notice those gazes, she just quietly looked at Cyril's hand on the book, and said softly, "Can you hear the sound of the natural wind?"

"The wind of nature?"

Misha stopped talking, her fingers slightly bent, and the fingertips scratched the back of Cyril's hand just like touching the pages of a book before. This strange touch made Cyril's breathing gradually heavy, but he hadn't given him a chance to think about it. , a stream of heat from the pages of the book poured into his palm——

He seemed to see thin gusts of wind squeezing over, encircling his fingers and wrists, under the heat of the pages, like a warm seedbed.He felt that all his senses were concentrated in his hands at this moment, and the pages were pulling at him, as if trying to drag him into the book.

He couldn't help closing his eyes, but the world that was supposed to be dark after closing his eyes shone with crystal green light, and countless running phantoms were mixed in the green light.

At first, Cyril didn't know what these green lights and phantoms represented, but he immediately reacted:

The green light is the natural forest, and those phantoms are the rampaging beasts——

This book gave him a glimpse of the forest outside the carriage!
This is a very mysterious state, like a warm quilt in the winter morning, so nostalgic for you, people are reluctant to leave it - and at this moment, he doesn't even have a social animal, and he will feel the crisis of "speed of life and death" a few minutes after waking up that night , because Miss Elf's voice is seductive, like vines in the forest, wrapping around the Master's torso:
"Don't open your eyes, keep feeling, it's almost there, Nora is whispering, did you hear that?"

Nora's whispers—

Those green light spots suddenly started to dance, they were swaying, splitting bit by bit, like dandelions that were gradually falling apart.But the facts proved that Cyril's association at this moment was correct. Those split light spots suddenly took off, shuttled among the phantoms running around, and shuttled among the large expanses of green light.

He suddenly felt that this scene was very familiar, and immediately realized where he had seen this scene.

wind.

"Listen to the wind."

He muttered softly, and activated his infrequently used investigative skill.And at the very moment when the skill was activated, the flying green light spots were like schools of fish pounced on the breadcrumbs, rushing in unison in an instant——

"Crash!"

The door of the carriage was suddenly thrown open by the wind, and the curtain was also blown up by the wind. The girls exclaimed, thinking that a Satson dog had rushed in.And Eileena has already grabbed a sword and slashed forward, the scorching red flames flashed a bright flame in the air, but the knife slashed through the air——

But in Cyril's world, what he saw was a green torrent rushing towards where he was, and then merged into his body.

Then he opened his eyes.

Misha Aishvan in front of her was squinting with a natural smile on her face.His eyes slid down, but he saw that the pages of the big book were shining with bright green light, and there seemed to be a strong fragrance of flowers and fruits floating in the whole carriage.

"It's ready to use, Tongzu." Misha slightly nodded at him, "I'm not mistaken, Tongzu, the God of Nature has blessed you."

But Cyril couldn't hear her at all at the moment.He was staring straight ahead, as if he was staring at Miss Misha's face, but in fact, the attribute panel was appearing in front of his eyes.

At the bottom of the panel, the previously inconspicuous small words about "Element Pool" are now brightly lit, leaving only the line "Affinity of Wind Element".

In the character panel above, there is an extra line of information:
Cyril Adrian, half-elf, male [Acting head of the Silver Blade Knights]

Life: 100%

Level: 11 (30/400)

Occupation: Apprentice Knight (8/50)

Elemental Pool: Enabled.Main attribute: wind.

And under the long skill bar, there is also a very conspicuous skill:
The wind of nature [Ashvan].

He raised his eyebrows. Of course he had heard about the skill of Wind of Nature. It was a skill that most priests would try to learn from elves.

To this end, a very long chain of tasks needs to be completed, which is extremely difficult.The priests of ordinary small guilds can't even complete it, only the elite group of big guilds have this condition.

And its effect is also very simple and rude: provide blood recovery effect for the whole team.

In the early stages of the game, a team with such skills could challenge monsters tenth level higher than themselves and dungeons five levels higher than themselves, which is not an exaggeration at all.

But the problem is, this is not an offensive skill!

This is a skill that a grandma should have?

I am dignified Cyril Adrian, in my previous life, I was the "Breaker" who was the head of the three knights under Twilight Shadow, and the only designated acting head of the Silver Blade Knight. An absolutely aggressive knight with a backstab.

Even if you don't have the ability at this time, the direction of development is always determined, right?
Why in a blink of an eye, it turned into a posture of a milk rider?

And this is the natural wind of the Aishvan elves—what kind of existence is the Aishvan elves?Hidden elves, any one with pointed ears picked out from their wooden huts is an archmage and high priest. Their natural style, not to mention whether it will have extra aggressiveness, just the amount of milk is higher than others cut.

Cyril was still tangled in his heart, but others couldn't wait any longer.Cyril suddenly felt pain on his face, and when he came back to his senses, he saw that Caroline was trying to stand on tiptoe, propped up the chair, and stretched out her hand to grab her cheek.

Miss Elf looked a little embarrassed, and said softly:
"Clan, if you don't make a decision quickly, the Satson dogs will pounce on you."

"Ah, yes, Miss Ashvan, please activate the spell in this code immediately."

Cyril quickly withdrew his hand that was still pressed on the book, turned his head and looked outside the carriage, the galloping dogs were only one step away from the horses, and Elena was lifting the bag wrapped in small leather boots. With a shin, he stepped hard on the paw of a Satson dog on the edge of the carriage.

The forest dog rolled out with a howl, and was nowhere to be seen in a blink of an eye.

And Misha got Cyril's permission, and immediately stood up with the book in her hand, closing her eyes slightly.

"God of nature, your faithful believer prays to you, begs for your protection, grants us the shelter of the forest, grants us the wind of recovery—"

　I forgot to post it, embarrassing

　　
　
(End of this chapter)