Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 479 Can't Take It Anymore
There is a lonely beauty in the dusk of Philling.

The clouds in the distance are reflected by the dim red sky with a burnt color. At first, it is thin and transparent, and it seems to be burning through people's pupils.But then these clouds seemed to be unconvinced, and they gathered more and more, completely blocking the red sun, and finally turned into a ball of fire in the sky, dancing coquettishly in the sky.

He stood on the top of the bell tower, looking at the fire cloud on the other side.

Tonight is dark and windy.

It is suitable to kill people.

On the street below, the carriages of the shops were full of wine barrels, and they were following the steps of the Amathir Nature Guards to the south of the city.

Each cask was mixed with a poison that Cyril had concocted.In order to pursue a clean sweep, he deliberately did not use that kind of quick-onset strong poison, but chose a poison that would only weaken his body after a few cups.

After all, for Cyril, as long as he opened the city gate and allowed his soldiers to flood into the city, he would have declared victory.Even if they face the Amathir Nature Guard head-on in the street battle, they will not be defeated.

The news had been passed to Atsk in the manor outside the city. The city gate of Felland was slowly closing at dusk, and groups of Siliki troops were gathering in the tall grass outside the city that was gradually darkening.

Cyril, when will you take down Phil's collar?
Just today, just today!
He watched the sky getting darker and darker, until the night completely swallowed up the red cloud and Philling.

There was no moon in the dark purple sky.

A brownish-yellow beam of light rose into the sky from the southern part of Fellland, flashing past.Cyril keenly felt that the air around him seemed to have become much more depressing.

That is the effect of the diffusion of the earth element - as mentioned earlier, most of the mages in the Green Tower are specialized in the earth element.

The soldiers who had previously been hiding in the cellar had been quietly lurking near the city gate, and the soldiers outside the city were also on standby.

Everything is ready, just need to break the barrier.

The boy on the top of the clock tower opened his arms and fell face down to the ground, even though there was no pile of grass underneath.

Then he disappeared into the darkness.

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"Master Morey, if you have this attitude, I don't think the Green Tower will support you in obtaining the title of duke."

The blond mage put down the brown arc in his hand, and turned to the curly brown-haired man who was lazily lying on the sofa, wrapped in a bath towel, but showing most of his chest muscles.

Morey O'Connor, the second son of the Duke of O'Connor, although in Gene's description, he is a real idiot, but in terms of appearance and figure, there is not much difference between them.

In terms of strength, Morey may be slightly better than his marginalized younger brother.

"I didn't expect much to be able to sit in that position." He tore off the towel casually, exposing more of his thick chest hair, "Whether it's my elder brother Hobart or my younger brother Barron, they all He is more favored by my father than I am."

"What's more, even if I become a duke, after a few decades, I have to transfer the position to my brother's heir, which is completely meaningless to me-compared to this, Amy Harbor, you really Would you like to sit next to me, I think we're going to have a really good night."

"No, thank you." The blond mage resisted the twitching of his face and refused, "You can go to the reception in the manor."

"Oh, of course, but they are so boring, sometimes even I have some noble pursuits, such as working with the mage of the Green Tower..."

Before Mo Lei's frivolous voice could continue, he heard the window shatter with a "snap", and a silver arrow flew behind him in the blink of an eye.

But at this critical moment, the blond mage raised his palm in time, and a dark light flashed, and a thick earth wall rose from under Morey, directly pushing him up with the sofa.

And the crossbow bolt of the surprise attack just sank into the earth wall and disappeared.

"Oh, Nora, what is this new way of playing? So you like this kind of tune? It's not impossible..." Morey was still talking enthusiastically, as if he didn't know that he almost died in his own On a soft sofa.

And Amy Haber has already taken out his staff, which is a long staff with a brown body and a large amber head gem on the top. When he holds the staff with both hands, the whole staff will light up. It has a shiny luster.

"Who, come out for me!"

He stared intently at the direction of the window, and the dark yellow lines under his feet were quietly covering the entire room.A hand slowly protruded from the window sill, and then a thin young figure rolled over from the window and landed firmly in the room.

"I'm sorry, I originally wanted to come in through the door, but after hearing what this Master O'Connor said, I couldn't help it—"

The young man bowed slightly as he spoke, and when he straightened his waist again, the long sword around his waist was thrown out of its sheath, but the dull sword seemed like a snake at the mouth of a hole, which made Amy Harper feel full of oppression just by taking a glance.

"Oh, oh! Nora, are you the new lord of Siliki? I heard that your elder brother said that you have outstanding looks, but I didn't expect that you look really good!"

Before Amy could speak, Morey jumped off the raised sofa with a strange scream, rubbed his fists, and slowly approached the boy, "Come on, let me take a good look at you, you are still young, I think I should check and check for you..."

But before he finished speaking, the figure of the young man in front of him was torn apart suddenly, and then a group of cyan shadows as big as a casserole slammed towards his abdomen, and in an instant he flew high and fell to the ground On the cabinet full of luxurious things behind him, there was a clanging sound.

He clutched his stomach and wanted to stand up, but found that the pain had already occupied his whole body, and there was an unknown force rolling in his body, cutting back and forth like a knife——

Where he was standing before, the pointed-eared boy slowly withdrew his fist, then raised his sword, facing the mage who failed to respond this time.

"Excuse me, I think we can move on now. As your stupid lord says, I am the new lord of Silikie, Cyril Adrian. If you know Zimmerman, you should listen pass my name."

"Amy Harbor, I have indeed heard about you... You performed very well at the Wind Festival, and the Green Tower thank you for your contribution to La Rochelle."

The blond-haired mage hesitated for a moment, but still bowed slightly to Cyril - he didn't understand why the young lord was already ready to start a fight when he came in, but he was still talking politely after hammering Morey. On such a paragraph.

But he still heard Cyril's name from Zimmerman.

Zimmerman has been a little depressed since he returned to the Green Tower in the Wind Festival. He locked himself in the room on the top of the tower for several months and hardly came out.Amy only heard some of his thoughts from a few words, it seems that he actually has some... thoughts towards the little lord in a remote place?

At that time, Amy Harbor thought it was a joke. He didn't know Zimmerman's words until he saw the young lord with his own eyes. Perhaps it was justifiable.

"Okay, the nagging is over, and the people in the way have been resolved, and now you are left." Cyril stretched his body, "Do you choose to surrender, or do you want to fight me to the death?"

"Are you going to break the barrier?" Amy's eyes suddenly became sharper, he clenched the long stick in his hand again, and then said in a low voice: "The responsibility is...not to mention, don't you think I'm like Zimmer Erman, neglecting to temper himself!"

"What a pity." Cyril shook his head, and when he raised his head again, the long sword in his hand was already wrapped in a cloud of blue wind.But before he could make a move, he felt the ground under his feet start to tremble, and the golden threads trembled violently on the soles of his feet, and the suddenly shattered stones began to collide with the soles of his feet.

Different mages also have their own different extension directions. Apart from elemental creations, earth elemental mages are generally divided into two schools.

One is based on control spells, supplemented by lethal spells. This type does not have high requirements for its own element pool, and can be better compatible with the environment and use the terrain.

The second is to completely focus on lethal spells, but the spell models of high-level lethal spells are complex, and in addition to the need for mana gathering, there is a very high requirement for the level of the element pool—use low-level materials to open up Naturally, the element pool created by high-level materials cannot be compared.

Cyril immediately judged that Amy's direction was the first category, which should be an extension of the rock cracking technique. From a professional point of view, these thin golden threads look like spider webs, maybe the other party got inspiration from spiders ——

The quietly opened state of burning soul made his analysis faster.Of course, Cyril would not let these thin golden lines transition to the next step, and rushed towards Amy quickly.

"It's too late!" Amy yelled, and the long stick slammed down heavily on the ground under her feet. In an instant, those thin golden threads pulled the floor below, like revolving vines, toward the rushing place. The teenager wrapped up and left.

But Amy immediately noticed that things didn't seem to be as he thought—how could this young lord's speed be so ridiculously fast?

Before the rolling rock bars even formed an encirclement, Cyril had already stepped on the pointed part of the rock bar closest to Amy, and rushed out completely before the encirclement was completed, and the long sword wrapped in blue light was captured He raised his hands high and slashed at Amy!

"when!"

The long sword collided with the brown staff, making a loud collision sound.Cyril frowned slightly. He originally thought it was a regular wooden staff, but he didn't expect it to be made of metal.

"drink!"

Amy's high-pitched voice exploded like a bell, and he pushed forward with both hands, and the long staff actually pushed Cyril back several steps with his sword.

That colossal power was so amazing that Cyril couldn't believe it. You must know that he is a knight panel, and his own power bonus is not low.He hastily withdrew his sword and drew back, glanced sideways, but saw that there was a gap in the rock bar behind him that had formed a pitcher plant-like shape. As long as Amy pushed him two steps further, he would have to fall back into that "pocket" inside!

What kind of weird play is this?

Although it is said that the bosses in the game often do not fight according to their written professional methods, but this is indeed the first time I have seen Cyril with such weird power as Amy - you are a mage, you can cast spells well, you should control The chain control chain will break out when it should break out, what kind of close combat are you playing with me!

Cyril took a closer look at Amy, only to find that those thin golden lines were all emanating from Amy's body.He probably had a guess in his mind, but he was too lazy to think about the working principle of Amy's method——

"Wind Knight!"

He gave a soft drink, and suddenly the wind howled in the house.Amy raised her head hastily, but saw a cyan knight in mid-air as if walking out of the void. The moment he walked out, the wide giant sword was raised high, and the moment he saw Amy, he moved towards Amy. Mi hit it hard!

"Such a big sword?" Amy exclaimed. Although he relied on the power of the rock to increase his strength, he didn't dare to take the so-called wind knight's sword rashly at this moment.In desperation, he could only choose to back away, but the young man in front of him took out a book from his arms at this moment, and shouted again at the same time:
"Spirit Knight!"

"Come again?!" Amy panicked completely.Human beings always have a certain fear of giants. A wind knight is already so impressive. If there is another spirit knight——

He still had the last bit of luck in his heart, but the tall spirit body that stepped out of the void mercilessly tore his luck to pieces.Swinging the large sword back and forth, he no longer had room to cast spells, and with his stature, he didn't dare to go head-to-head with a knight of this size.

Until he was cornered in the room with no way out.And the big swords in the hands of the two majestic knights stopped on top of his head, completely blocking all his ways.

"Young man, you are despicable!" He looked at Cyril who was slowly walking forward, and shouted angrily, "How can you fight a duel like this?"

"Duel? I didn't say it was a duel." Cyril shrugged, looked down at the thin golden thread still implicated under his feet, and said helplessly, "I advise you to put away your spells, even if it is a 'landslide' Earth Crack', you can't hurt me, on the contrary, the big sword will cut off your head first."

"How do you know?" Amy showed a look of astonishment. As Cyril said, what he wanted to do was to use "Landslide and Earth Crack" as soon as Cyril walked in, and get a line for himself through the instantly collapsed house. Chance--

Cyril thought to himself, this is the ancient earth-type PK method that players have been playing for many years. Without the strange bonus of professional level, everything is just a bad routine, just arranging and combining.

But he didn't say that, but said quietly: "You should be lucky, this is not a moonlit night."

——If it is, then what this poor mage will face will be the besieged by several wind knights summoned by Cyril under the addition of the Moon Stone.

Instead of a wind knight and a spirit knight.

　it's still light
　　
　
(End of this chapter)