Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 628 Finding a Breakthrough

As the picture gradually dissipated, the washbasin suddenly shattered with a "bang" as if under gravity, and the white jade coral figure fell together with the water, wetting Cyril's trousers.

He bent down and picked up the white jade coral figure, put it in front of his eyes for a long time, and couldn't help but shook his head at it:
You gave me the information truthfully, but the situation you gave...how can I solve it?

The behemoth hidden under the sea can easily smash the hull of the cruiser, almost ignoring the attack of the magic crystal cannon, and the terrifying devouring ability...

This class of Warcraft, in the game, I am afraid that it will be at least 15 years later, at the level of the final boss of the Magic Plain in the first six civilization epochs.

It is the existence that can make the top team wipe out, overturn countless times, and even fail to open up wasteland.

Cyril is quite clear about the power he has. Although there is no power system like today in the game, there is a rough reference for the power of skills.

In front of the superior Warcraft, let alone whether he can break the defense, how to get close is a problem.

And... moreover, what wiped out this Holy Pawn-class cruiser was even just a tentacle of this monster——

How many tentacles does it have?How big is its body?

It's all unknown.

He was standing beside the broken water basin, his eyebrows were already twisted into a line before he knew it.Thinking hard about how to take a more active position in this turmoil.

But in the end, he seemed to charge countless knights back and forth in the vast pile of undead bones, thinking that he had finally made a way out. When he looked up, he found in despair that there was still an endless sea of ​​undead bones in front of him.

He seems to be a small bug who can only drift in the storm, and can't even hide his whereabouts. He can only pray for the favor from the upper world, so that he can survive by luck...

This thought made the half-elf boy suddenly raise his eyebrows, and then clenched his fists tightly:
Hey, hey, you have obviously been working hard in this new world for more than a year, so is the situation you are facing exactly the same as it was a year ago?

Is it still necessary to rely on a figure like Captain Christine to resolve the crisis?
He gritted his teeth and sank his thoughts deeper——

The schemes of the Osanta Emma, ​​the schemes of Stanley Clemens, the schemes of Alvin Saxon, the schemes of Sandy Marion... There are vortexes in this turbulent current. Only La Rochelle was still a calm current, trying hard to get through the vortices.

It seems that they are really the only ones who come here without any conspiracy—

No, not right.

Suddenly, some ideas that he had never thought of appeared in Cyril's mind.

Is La Rochelle really so "pristine" in the chaotic situation of the Port of New Orville?

Anastasia Herman, did she really know nothing about the situation in Port New Orville?Why did she send herself, the earl of the eastern part of the kingdom, to go on a special voyage, why did she arrange for Heloise Treville, and also bring that "witch", Veronica Helene?

This is a coincidence?Or……

The original clear figure suddenly became so blurred in consciousness that Cyril even started to ask in his heart whether the eldest princess of the kingdom, Anastasia Herman, was really just an ordinary person— —

It should be... that's all, right?

He even wondered for a moment whether the other party was also a traverser like himself, but in the dark and white year of 1441, Xinaowei Port did not have the current chaos in the [Road to Glory] game , which made him dispel the idea.

Or, is she a native reborn?
It's like when you take a math test, weird ideas always pop up in your mind, and even start to play the playlist automatically. At this moment, Cyril can't help letting his thoughts diverge...

Fortunately, he finally understood in his heart that it was absolutely impossible for Anastasia Herman to expect such a big crisis in New Orway Port.

Then she told herself that the most likely purpose of this most powerful pawn in her hand to go to Xinaowei Port was to target "Ao San Emma".

"Mr. Wei, Mr. Wei?"

Cyril suddenly opened his eyes, and saw the worried lady mage crouching halfway under him, with a delicate little hand shaking back and forth in front of his eyes.

Just as he was about to speak, his body suddenly couldn't stop leaning forward—he had kept his head down in contemplation for an unknown amount of time, but at this moment he couldn't even stand still, and suddenly fell on the body of Miss Mage...

The boy's chest bumped into the warm body of Miss Mage, and she fell on the carpet, stretched backwards, letting his face stick to her cheek, and half of her body pressed against her body.

The mage's robe could not cover Mia's graceful figure, nor could it block the heat emanating from her body.She naturally opened her arms, half-embracing the boy who had fallen beside her.

He froze for a moment.

It was as if his body had suddenly fallen into solid ice, and he couldn't move at all, but the thoughts in his mind rushed randomly like erupting lava.

Just like the boys and girls in the academy, when they see someone they fall in love with at first sight, it only takes a moment for them to imagine what their future children will be called, and how they will live after marriage; but at this moment, he doesn't know Why do I feel like a duck swimming on the spring river, sinking in the package of Miss Mage.

"M... Mia." He said dryly——

Time seems to return to the top of the carriage on the southern plains of La Rochelle. The fat fish is hidden under the robe of the mage lady, giving a unique heat to the cool night.

Their relationship had never grown—or so he thought.

Although some intimate physical contact has become a very normal behavior, which is natural in terms of their life-and-death relationship, but in essence, at least verbally, he has never made any more promises to Miss Mage.

And the gentle lady mage never asked him——

"Mr. Wei." Ms. Mage's voice was as gentle as ever, even more sublime. She patted Cyril's back gently with her hand on Cyril's back, like a mother comforting a child.

"I knocked on the door, but you didn't respond, so I just walked in."

"You stood there thinking hard for a full two hours, did you encounter any difficult problems?"

two hours-

Cyril raised his head slightly, and saw the still gray area outside the window.

I actually stood there for so long - counting the time before the white jade coral statue appeared on the screen, I have been thinking for a full three hours.

And Miss Mage was by his side, watching for two hours.

That hand was still patting on the back, Miss Mage said unhurriedly:

"No one asks Mr. Wei to do any earth-shattering feats, and it is not Mr. Wei's mission to solve the puzzle... Just like before, throw the question to us, let us help to solve it..."

"Take your time, don't worry..."

"Didn't Master Black say that? The kingdom is ready to serve as the queen for Mr. Wei, it just needs Mr. Wei to do whatever he wants—"

Her words didn't sound like any passionate words, but at this moment, they were like a shot in the arm, making Cyril's breathing much easier in an instant.

He lowered his head and looked directly at the face of Miss Mage who was close at hand.

She didn't hide or dodge, and let him watch like this.

"I……"

Miss Mage suddenly raised her other hand and touched his lips.

Then her blue eyes, which seemed to be talking, narrowed, and she shook her head slightly and said:

"If what Mr. Wei is going to say is 'after the matter of Port New Orway is settled, we'll go back to Silikie—something like that', then don't say it."

Cyril looked at her and couldn't help laughing.

"I won't take the initiative to increase the difficulty of the task for myself." He pushed away Miss Mage's finger, held that hand, stood up, and pulled Mia up.

"It is true that the current mystery is indeed a bit tricky, even I can't find any loopholes."

"But since there are no loopholes..."

"Why don't I knock a hole out myself?"

He spoke word by word, and this series of words that Mia couldn't understand just made Miss Mage show a bright smile—she already knew that Mr. Wei, who behaved strangely, had many strange things that she couldn't understand or understand. Ideas, but why did she need to figure it out?

She just needs to follow along.

She opened her mouth, and was about to say something, when the door was pushed open suddenly, and the person outside the door walked into the room in a daze, and opened her mouth and said:

"Adrien, something..."

The sound stopped abruptly.

Cyril turned his head to the side, and the captain of the half-elf guard stood by the door. At this time, the latter lowered his head at the right time, and then raised his eyes for a few sneak peeks, and then the pointed elf ears gradually began to turn red...

"Excuse me, I..."

"Mr. Treville, please stop your delusions that are absolutely inconsistent with reality." Cyril had long known what kind of thinking circuit Heloise was—it seemed taciturn and serious, but in fact it was full of novel plots.

Judging from her recent reading preferences, it is estimated that she has already imagined a love drama——

"What's the matter, just tell me." He didn't bother to explain, so he asked.

"Cough." Heloise coughed lightly, the crimson in her ears subsided, and she said calmly:
"The morale of the knights... is a bit low."

"Morale?" Cyril was stunned for a moment, "I'll go and have a look."

Heloise turned sideways to lead the way, and Cyril followed her quickly to the living room—this is where they gathered for their main activities.

And the fact is, as Heloise said, the knights in the past were full of energy, either training or patrolling, always urging themselves to do something—although this was also "oppressed" by Heloise. "The factor is in.

But at this moment, most of them are listless, or sitting or leaning in the living room, not even whispering a few words.

Most of them looked up at the ceiling, lost in thought.

Even the arrival of Cyril did not make them make any changes.

"Stand up." Cyril glanced at most of the knights who attacked the Knights, and shouted softly.

His voice stunned the knights for a moment, and then they all jumped up and lined up quickly.

"Lord Earl." The leading knight, Owen Lloyd, saluted.

Cyril looked at him, then lowered his voice, and said in a low voice: "What are you thinking about now, what are you worrying about, just say it immediately."

"I..." Owen Lloyd opened his mouth, with hesitation on his face, as if he was worried about whether what he said would arouse the dissatisfaction of the young earl in front of him.

However, he was just stunned for a moment, and he saw the young half-elf in front of him raise his hand, holding the unsheathed sword in his hand, and slapped his face with the scabbard——

The scene in front of him changed rapidly, and he slammed into the hardwood cabinet on one side. It wasn't until pain and damp heat hit his forehead that he realized that he had been sent flying by the Earl.

"Next." Cyril looked at the next knight: "Newman Holt, what are you thinking about now, what are you worrying about, tell me right away."

Newman was still looking at the beaten Owen Lloyd, and hesitated for a moment. The boy in front of him had raised his scabbard and poked him heavily in the stomach.

He clutched his stomach, curled up and fell to the ground, trying to vomit blood in pain, but he could only vomit some acid.He could only watch helplessly as the boy's boots passed in front of him and stopped beside the next knight.

"Brooke Josie, you..."

"Report to the Earl!" The knight finally became alert, and immediately saluted and raised his hand and said loudly: "I, we are afraid!"

"Are you afraid?" The answer was somewhat beyond Cyril's imagination.

He put down the sword in his hand.

"What are you afraid of."

"Reporting to the Earl, the latest news is that one-half of the sea god guard's troops are missing, and the cruisers are all destroyed. Is this true?"

"It's true." Cyril didn't hide anything, "So?"

"We think we are not as strong as the Sea God Guard, and they disappeared without any resistance, so don't we..."

He stopped talking.

Because the boy's hand was on his shoulder at this moment.

"Josie the Knight." The boy said in a steady and powerful voice, saying every word:

"First of all, you have to remember one thing."

"Being afraid is not something to be ashamed of."

"It was 10 minutes before I was in my room worrying about what to do next and I was also scared - it's human, get it?"

Brooke Josie puffed out her chest, and then said loudly, "Yes, Lord Earl!"

"But—" Cyril looked at him, and he could clearly see the imprint of Solkonan's nobility on his face—presumably his family was looking forward to the return of his son as a knight, and proudly Proclaim it to other nobles at the ball.

"How to turn fear into strength, this is what you have to learn."

"Everyone, write a suicide note and hand it over to me."

He walked quickly to the knights and raised his voice.

"If you want to die, we will die here together, and send the suicide note back to La Rochelle together, using Minister Black's magic pen."

"But in fact it doesn't make sense."

The youngest Earl of La Rochelle slowly drew his long sword.

Under the light, the bright silver blade shone magnificently, declaring his oath:

"Because, I swear, I'm going to get you out of this mess."

　Kaka Kaka Kaka Kaka...

　　I originally wanted to ask for leave, but I still touched this chapter.

　　I feel a bit stiff in writing, why do I need so much content when I introduce it to the climax orz
　　
　
(End of this chapter)