Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 484 Ace Refrigerator Darrow Raskin
Although the original plan was to assemble and set off immediately after three days, in fact, three days were only enough to screen the soldiers heading to northern Xinjiang.

They were going to the North.Although it is not necessary to go from northern Xinjiang to Judea pass, pass through the Sweipa region and Derek province as Cyril did at the beginning, and then turn to Amasir after arriving at Solkonan to walk an almost ninety-degree right angle, It took almost three months.

Starting from Siliki, you can go directly to Judea and enter the northern border, and it only takes half a month's journey.

But the problem is that it's already September.The Simatar Mountains cut off the cold wind from the north, making La Rochelle in the south of the mountain seem to be still warm, but the temperature in the north has already turned downwards at this time. Field after field of snow.

The cold is a great test for human beings—no, it is a great test for all living things. In extreme cold conditions, the combat effectiveness that a stiff torso can exert may not exist.

Amasir itself is considered a warm area, and the coldest winter can't drop below 0 degrees. The average Amasir may not even see snow once in a lifetime.

If you just drag the Siliki army to the northern border like this, let alone fighting the undead, I am afraid that a gust of cold wind will blow away half of the people.

The tailors led by the dryad started to get busy again, making warm underwear for the soldiers preparing for the expedition. At the same time, they had to hurry up to make compressed dry rations—the army that received the sign of the call-up order could get local supplies, but they might not be able to have them. This treatment.

The dwarves temporarily added an inscribed anti-cold circle to the soldiers' equipment. Although it cannot be said that they can completely resist the severe cold, at least they can basically adapt the soldiers to the unfamiliar cold environment.

But foreign objects are foreign objects after all, and if soldiers themselves cannot adapt to fighting in that environment, it is still useless.

Cyril thought about it, and finally knocked on the door of the temporary residence of the Suomi City Supervisor with the cheek.

During their takeover of Fellland, Darrow Raskin seems to have finished off the Blazer Mages.However, when Cyril returned to Siliki, Darrow did not mention this matter to him, but only asked for an additional residence in Somi City.

Jiashi Jiashi, it’s just a house, as long as it doesn’t come to trouble me—Silicy is not Solconan, every inch of land is expensive, and houses in Suomi City are even more worthless—if there is a large population now Inflow, Siliki can even send a set to each person.

Darrow Ruskin's office is extremely simple, a two-story house, with a rest area upstairs and an office downstairs.When Cyril knocked on the door, he saw a man in a rough robe sweeping the floor, and couldn't help being stunned.

When Darrow arrived in Somi City, he did not bring the assistant arranged by Cyril, and this assistant—or the guy dressed as a waiter did not look like the Amasirian, with a rough face, and he was more like a man than Rochelle. The thicker hair of the person looks like...the people from Palannia?
Much like Beowulf the Barbarian.

Of course, Cyril doesn't care, as long as Darrow doesn't make trouble for himself, everything is fine——

"You want me to help?"

"Correct."

"Help you train soldiers?" Darrow sneered, "Joke, I am the Inspector, Earl Adrian, the size of your private army seems to be a bit large."

"That's not the case." Cyril shook his head, "I plan to lead the troops north."

"Going north?" Darrow's expression was obviously stunned for a moment, and then he let out a laugh, "You Siliki are not on the call-up order, Earl Adrian, don't think too highly of yourself——"

But Cyril said with a righteous face: "Is it a very ridiculous thing to contribute to the country in the eyes of His Excellency the Supervisor Ruskin?"

Darrow narrowed his eyes.

"Of course I don't think so. It's just that there is something called doing what you can. If you do what you are not supposed to do, it will become a drag instead."

"Your Excellency Ruskin, I'm sorry that the combat effectiveness of my Siliki Army and the Amasir Natural Guard Army are comparable, but the number is at a disadvantage—"

"It's just your blind confidence."

"But Philland is now within my territory of Siliki."

"Bang!" Darrow slapped the table so hard that the waiter who was sweeping the floor not far away trembled and almost threw the broom on the ground.

"Earl Adrian, I haven't settled this matter with you yet. Initiating a civil war without permission is a violation of the kingdom's laws..."

"Ha, but I want to say that the lord of Fell Territory, Morey O'Connor, chose to fight a duel with our two armies because he hated the lord's life. Because our army's combat effectiveness is so good, he admired him, so the general Will the Lord give it to me? You can go and ask Morey O'Connor directly, he is in Silikie, and he is doing well." Cyril countered with a smug smile on his face.

Morey's attitude was far beyond Cyril's imagination. Maybe it was because he didn't care about the duke position, or maybe it was because Cyril was so outstanding that he deeply liked him. The unusually cooperative posture made Xili The grassroots unanimously relaxed their vigilance against him.

What Morey now enjoys is the initial treatment of Beowulf after he was released from prison. He is a complete idler, living in the city of Siliki, leisurely every day.

"Oh, sharp teeth and mouth." Darrow really couldn't find any words to refute, so he could only snort coldly, "But even so, I won't come to train your soldiers' crappy sword skills..."

Immediately, he saw the young man in front of him narrowing his eyes slyly and smiling: "No, no, there is no need to train swordsmanship at all. You only need to use a little bit of magic power, and that's enough—"

And just an hour after Darrow followed Cyril to the Siliki training ground, a piercing roar echoed over the training ground:
"Adrien, you wait for me!"

The cold permeated the entire training ground. Darrow sat on the central seat, exhaling the air-conditioning expressionlessly, watching the soldiers around him gritted their teeth and endured the cold with their upper bodies bare.

I am a dignified inspector, so I came to serve as a human refrigerator for you?
Then increase the air-conditioning output by a gear.

Then I saw several soldiers leaning sideways and falling down, and then they were carried away by the guards who rushed into the field, and sent to the blacksmith's stove to work and warm up.

Of course, the complexity of Darrow's psychological activities is beyond Cyril's consideration.At this time, he was standing at the door of Miss Misha's room. After thinking for a moment, he knocked on the door lightly.

"Please come in."

He pushed open the door, and when he entered, he was greeted with a comfortable, deep green—Missha's room had the most natural taste, and the branches outside the window even drilled directly into the room, propping up large pieces of green leaves on the rice. Miss Sha's bedside.

Miss Elf was wearing a fluffy robe, half reclining on the sofa, with her bare feet on the small stool in front of the stove.On her lap was the Codex of Nature, which she could never tire of reading.

At this time, she put her hands on the book, smiled quietly, and looked at Cyril who entered the room.

"Please sit down, what's the matter, fellow clan?"

Cyril took a deep breath, walked forward and sat down on another soft sofa: "I'm thinking about who to go to the north."

"Well, then what?"

"I thought about it a lot, and finally decided not to take you with me."

Misha was silent for a while, and nodded with some regret on her face, "That's it... I think so."

"Eh?"

"He didn't give me guidance to go to northern Xinjiang again."

She said this sentence in Elven language, and the pronunciation of "he" was very obvious, and Cyril immediately understood who she was talking about.

Nora.

"But I still want to hear the reason." She suddenly frowned slightly, asking as if to blame.

Of course, Cyril was ready to speak, and immediately said:

"Because Siliki needs you to sit in the town. Whether it is communicating with elves who may come to the door, or Mufeng Huaguan to maintain Siliki's production capacity, you are indispensable here, and your importance is unparalleled."

"Oh..." Misha raised her hand from the book, tapped her fingertips on her chin, and asked in a drawn-out voice:
"Anymore?"

"Eh... Also, the natural concentration in northern Xinjiang is too low, and the snowy weather lacking plants is too unfriendly to elves."

"anything else?"

Cyril looked at Miss Misha's golden eyes that seemed to be smiling but not smiling, and for a moment he couldn't even tell whether she was joking or talking seriously.

For a moment, he felt that his back was wet with sweat, and an inexplicable sense of tension filled his heart—it was strange that he was only planning to inform, why was he so nervous?At most, it can be done with a few words of comfort, why did it become such a scene of questioning?

But in the blink of an eye, for some reason, he remembered Miss Misha approaching in white on the night of the Mufeng Festival, and inexplicably felt in his heart that he should give her a satisfactory answer.

Cyril was silent, and Miss Misha was not in a hurry to urge her. She lowered her head and opened the book again. The melodious elf language quietly floated into Cyril's ears. He understood that it was a famous poem among elves:

"The bird will return to the nest, and the flowers will bloom again. The person I am waiting for, will you come back?"

He looked at Miss Elf, and saw that she lowered her head, her eyelashes fluttering slightly, and the light of the fire made her loose golden hair glow brightly.

"Also..." He hesitated for a moment, then said in a low voice, "I hope Miss Misha can take good care of Siliki for me."

The pages of the book turned gently.

Her beautiful fingers slid across the pages of the book, and when she lifted it up again, a golden leaf was held between her fingertips, and she handed it to Cyril.

"That's enough."

Cyril stared in astonishment at Miss Elf's smile like the leaves in the deep forest in summer, and smiled after a while.

He reached out to take it, but Misha withdrew his hand suddenly, stood up immediately, and quickly stuck to Cyril's body.

The warmth suddenly approached Cyril's face, Misha was half bent, and the loose robe made Cyril's eyes fall on her delicate collarbone, and it could slide down to her plumpness as long as it was a little lower.

He subconsciously wanted to dodge, but Misha's soft voice came from his ear:

"Don't move, it will be fine soon."

The golden leaves fell before his eyes, Miss Elf's arms wrapped around his neck, and stayed behind his head for a moment, then Misha stepped back——

Only the golden leaf was left, which fell on his chest.

A long golden hair passed through the tip of the leaf and hung it around Cyril's neck.

"That's fine."

She nodded again, and picked up the book in her hand again: "Don't worry, I will take care of Siliki."

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When Cyril left the room, he felt as if his whole body was burning hot.

How come one or two have no concept of distance?
He condemned in his heart, but heard Caroline passing by say:
"Cyril, why is your face so red?"

"Catch your rabbit." Cyril said unhappily, and then saw Caroline cheering and ran out - this time it was "ordered to catch the rabbit", and no one could stop her.

Cyril watched Caroline running away and patted his cheeks.

Caroline must be taken to northern Xinjiang.Even if Cyril didn't have a necromancer training manual, she knew that she, who was already considered a necromancer, needed some "dead" to exercise her skills.

Cyril has not been able to determine how amazing the strength of Caroline's mental power is, but in the case of rapid growth of her mental power, only by synchronously exercising her skills can she develop as a whole.

The battlefield is cruel, but it is also a paradise for necromancers.

I don’t know how many players who chose necromancers in the early stages of the forum cried out that there was no corpse for them to dispatch—they are not skeleton kings, and they can call out a group of skeleton soldiers with just a wave of their sword.The wonderful mechanism of Path of Glory requires that they can only use bones to summon undead.

For this reason, the power of many necromancers is very high-because there are no bones to use, the only way to kill monsters is to hit them with a staff.Even the long staffs of many necromancers are more agile than spearmen's spears, and the staffs are critical strikes.

Caroline already has Diana the Corpse Maiden as her entourage—of course, it can also be said that Cyril himself is her entourage, but she lacks the necessary cannon fodder for necromancers, that is, the sea of ​​skeletons necessary for undead.

She only had a few bones dogs at most, and Kukuqiqikaka was a bit mighty when they were combined together. Usually it was a small white group. Those who didn't know it thought it was some kind of undead pet.

There are a lot of things to consider when going to northern Xinjiang.Cyril is not familiar with the current battle situation in northern Xinjiang, and he doesn't know how much territory the undead occupy. The Tower of the North Wind is still there, but the limited manpower makes it impossible for humans to eradicate the undead who penetrated the gap in the border. To suffer and become a cemetery for the dead.

But as long as the Tower of the North Wind is still there, the undead will not be able to reduce Lovisa and Alderney to isolated cities, besieged and consumed to death.A stable supply line allows humans to continue to fight. If there is no weather or other accidents, Lovisa and Alderney can persist for a long time.

Clean up the undead of the team, set up a temporary camp, and the next thing to do is to choose to attack or assist in defense depending on the situation.

Cyril thinks so, but the specifics will not be known until Beijiang.

Can Siliki's name be established here, or is it as ordinary as in the game?
Who knows?

　I'm going north, any suggestions?
　　
　
(End of this chapter)