Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 640 Riding the Waves
"He is still..."

Miss Mage's voice was extremely weak, and Cyril reached out to check her breath. Fortunately, her breathing was calm and there was no abnormality, and her own magic power remained stable.

"Let Mia go to rest for a while." Cyril returned Mia to Misha.Miss Elf nodded, and was about to retreat to the cabin when the Napoleon suddenly shook violently, and then the knights at the bow shouted:
"Waves, what a big wave, the waves are coming!"

Cyril turned his head, and saw that the remaining waves of the water wall, which seemed to be "just so" from a distance, had surged to the bow of the ship.

Only then did they realize how terrifying that wall of water was—even the waves that broke it into countless small pieces were far beyond what ordinary people could resist.

The consul level not far away has been submerged under the impact of the water spray, and is still resisting the attack from the waves at this moment.

This is still the case at the consul level, but the Napoleon, which is one size smaller than the consul level, is even weaker in such a wave.

Cyril quickly returned to the bow, he drew out his long sword, and propped up the barrier again to help strengthen the ship.

At the moment when the huge foaming waves were photographed, the sight immediately became dark, with not even a single light left——

"Boom!"

The whole ship shook violently for a while again, and a large piece of sea water hit the outer wall shield of the ship, splashing in all directions, and the huge force made the people on the ship unable to stand still.

However, the faces of the knights hiding under their visors changed color after the waves splashed away—because they thought that the terrifying tide was just the first edge of a vast ocean, followed by continuous huge waves!
"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!"

The dull bombardment continued to slam on the shield, making people think that they were encountering a fierce naval battle, and hundreds of warships were firing at them at the same time.

But the power of the waves is no less than the bombardment of the magic crystal cannon. At this time, Cyril can't help but rejoice that the kingdom is not stingy with himself at this time. Although the Napoleon is not a large ship, its defensive performance is really excellent .

He kept outputting mana to maintain the shield, and Heloise Trewell and Neil Alden naturally took over the protection of the mid-section and stern of the ship for him, so that his mana would not be wasted too much on the On the magic shield.

In this way, Cyril was delighted to find that it seemed that it would not be difficult to survive the invasion of this wave.

However, just as he breathed a sigh of relief and wanted to observe the situation at the consul level—he was still thinking about the next intention of the people of Osan Emma, ​​he suddenly caught a glimpse of a long dark bar spinning from the waves to their ships.And as it kept getting closer to the Napoleon, several black shadows were thrown from it, hitting the ship!

"Pay attention to enemy attacks, be on guard!" The sharp-eyed knights put on a fighting posture, but before they finished forming in the bow of the ship, the magic shield above their heads suddenly disappeared for a moment, and the black shadows followed the crowd. A wave of waves hit the bow of the ship together, and the aftermath knocked several knights backwards and forwards.

Cyril quickly repaired the shield, and then quickly walked towards the falling black shadow——

It was a woman with a good figure, wearing a half-armor skirt that was light and convenient for fighting.At this moment, the cloth part is completely soaked, fitting her body, and the pain of bumping or falling in the sea water is making her curl up and retch constantly on the wet bow deck.

"Cassandra Auditore? Miss Auditore, how could it be you?"

Cyril recognized the owner of this side face from the wet blond hair, and couldn't help but be surprised when he recognized it: "Where's Evans? Where's Winkler? Are they with you?"

And Cassandra Auditore has gradually recovered at this time. She propped up on the floor and changed from lying on her side to half squatting, hugging her abdomen, trying hard to suppress the urge to vomit bitterness and replied:
"They're in the...behind...wow..."

Another mouthful of sea water spewed out of her stomach, causing Cassandra to vomit repeatedly.

Seeing that she couldn't speak normally for a while, Cyril stretched out his hand and squeezed a recovery wind to envelope her, and then turned to look at the other people.

A total of five people fell from the waves, except for Cassandra, two women and three men, all three men seemed to be dressed in the navy of Port New Orway, and the remaining woman may have an outstanding appearance and noble temperament—— It's just that he is also a drowned rat at the moment.

"She, she is Zoya Petronova Qilianov, my best friend..." Cassandra said reluctantly.

"Peternova Qilianov? Isn't that the family of Qilianov's candidate?" Cyril thought to himself, and was about to ask in detail. "Shadow" in .

This time the knights also learned to behave, and did not directly deal with the flying object coming from nowhere at the bow.Cyril saw it clearly this time, and directly drew his sword in his hand, drew an arc in the air, fixed the wind in the arc he had drawn, and made it fall directly on the orbit of the wind that he had shaped.

But this time, the performance of the people who landed was undoubtedly much better than that of Cassandra before: they successfully slowed down along the flow of wind magic power, but they just rolled on the deck and stood up firmly.

Cyril could see clearly that the man in the lead, with black hair and black eyes and a handsome face, was Evans whom he had just mentioned.

The left and right waists of Evans tied the astrologer Greely Stard and the mage Sugar Winkler on both sides respectively. Greely Stard was already foaming at the mouth and passed out. In the past, Su Geer seemed to be sleeping soundly.

Landing behind Evans was Kindred. The girl wearing a shofar mask landed steadily. She looked up and saw Cyril for a moment, then immediately shook her head back and forth, as if expressing her joy. small animals.

However, a voice came from the shofar mask immediately: "Don't shake it, don't shake it! I'm so sick!"

With the sound of that voice, a palm-sized figure crawled out from above Kindred's mask, with the wings on the back limply attached to his back, which made Cyril stunned at the first sight:
"Demon... goblin?"

"Snapped!"

The goblin witch Sevilla withdrew the vine that had just been drawn towards the young man's face, but was separated by the latter's scabbard, looked at him with surprised eyes, and then said dissatisfiedly: "I want to call you lady, Ms. Sevilla, Thanks."

Cyril put down the scabbard, thinking that the elf's temper was really a bit impatient.

But this name caught his attention.

"Ms. Sevilla... are you the "flying lion's companion" from Foyeta?"

Sevilla looked at him even more surprised: "This name is rarely mentioned... No, it should be said that everyone who knew this name has long since died."

But she immediately waved her little hand and signaled: "There is no time to say anything else, before the waves pass, hurry up—Kindred, put that useless little witch down."

It was only then that Cyril noticed that the witch Veronica Helene, who was always full of energy before singing and dancing, was carried on the back by Kindred, and she had been knocked unconscious by the sea like Greely Stard.

"Evans... Are you the one who left me in Xinaowei Port, and you brought them here?" Cyril looked at Evans even more puzzled.

"It's... a long story." Evans spread his hands helplessly, and he was already sitting on the deck to rest, "We almost died under the water wall, but fortunately, a light cannon pierced through it in time. The water wall..."

He briefly described what happened.

Although the pink fat flower escaped the attack of the water wall, it was powerless in the huge waves with its engine scrapped.In the end they decided to take the boat apart, protect themselves with the wooden planks attached to the magic shield, and pray that the waves would carry them to Euph Island—

And their luck is indeed good, at least the group of people that La Rochelle belongs to are all on the Napoleon.

"Okay, okay, stop talking nonsense!"

The goblin witch yelled, although her volume was really low, but Evans shut her mouth immediately.

"Tell me, what happened before, and where did those beams of light go? Before the waves end, we have to figure out something quickly!"

"But... why do you want to take advantage of the waves? Isn't the current environment very dangerous..."

Cyril hadn't finished speaking, but when Selvia raised her hand, the top of the boat was densely covered with vines.Thick blades keep all the waves out like a solid protective shell.

Several people choked, wanting to say something but unable to say it.And Sevilla sat on Kindred's horn mask with her arms outstretched, with a serious look on her face, which made them suppress their desire to complain even more.

"The people of Saint Emma, ​​it's them..." Cyril took a deep breath and began to talk.Familiar with Sevilla's identity, he knew that although this goblin was a witch, she belonged to the ranks of trustworthiness, not to mention that this matter was related to the crisis of Xinaowei Port.

In a few words, he told about the Providence-class dreadnought transport ship and the protection of the gods, as well as the matter of Min Corsius. After hearing all this, Ms. Sevilla looked even more serious.

She sat on the goat horns and said solemnly:
"Listen, all of you listen to me, now the Xinaowei Port is facing an unprecedented crisis, far more than 500 years ago..."

"500 years ago?"

"500 years ago, it was the time of the flying lion Fochros." Sevilla wrinkled the tip of her small nose, a little dissatisfied with Cyril's interruption, "You know my name, you should know this .”

"I'm sorry, ma'am, I know that the flying lion Fochros used its wings to whip up a storm, set off a tsunami, and extinguish the magma erupted from the Minanka volcano... But does this have anything to do with now?"

"Relationship?" The goblin witch suddenly laughed out loud, "You mean connection?"

"500 years ago, the same earth veins fluctuated and the same volcano was about to erupt. The only difference was that there was no giant beast in the mist—but at that time, the mist and giant beast had another manifestation."

"Don't you know? You definitely don't know, yes, after all, it was before the establishment of the current Harbor Temple and New Aowei Harbor—"

Then Sevilla stared at Cyril steadfastly, as if she wanted to see through the young man's heart in an instant.

"The frozen sea."

"500 years ago, in 937, a large area of ​​sea outside the port of New Aowei was frozen. In May, it brought a blizzard that should not have existed to Port New Aowei."

"The abnormal low temperature is the manifestation of the fluctuation of the magic power of the earth veins, and in order to restore the balance of the magic power, Minanka Volcano chose to erupt."

"So there was a three-year snowfall at Port New Orway."

"Grey snow."

"Fortunately, at that time, Minanka Volcano hosted the flying lion Fochros. Although it was very old at that time, it still had enough power."

Cyril listened carefully, and then took over the conversation: "Then it stirred up sea water and extinguished the lava?"

"No, that's just a circulating version." Ms. Sevilla shook her head.

A look of loneliness appeared on her face, and then she whispered:
"It pierces its own chest with its sharp teeth, and melts the ice with its hot blood, so that it can stir up storms, extinguish lava, and blow volcanic ash away—"

With a few words from her, the atmosphere at the bow of the ship immediately sank, but then Sevilla immediately yelled loudly:
"Listen, I didn't say this to make you low!"

"Focheros died in 940, and I accompanied it to its death, and I don't want it to sink under the volcanic cover again for the Port of New Orville that it bought with its life!"

"You don't think that a light cannon from the Ao San Emma is enough to defeat it? Listen, the current waves are just a time for him to breathe. When he finishes his breath and recovers, the real disaster It's about to come—”

"But how do you know so clearly?" Evans interjected and asked.

And Sevilla put her hands on her hips, raised her head as a matter of course and said at this time: "Of course, I am a witch—"

"A witch who has lived for more than 500 years."

"But Ms. Sevilla." Cyril finally said, "The crisis 500 years ago had no hidden monsters, and it was only resolved by the sacrifice of the flying lion Fucheros, but now we don't even have flying lions, and we don't even have any How can we solve the predicament here?"

Sevilla cast her eyes on him, her small face was full of preaching.

"There is always a way, young man. The gods have given us the qualification to live in this world. Although there may be many unsatisfactory things, they have given us countless opportunities to choose."

"As for the opportunity to choose..."

As she spoke, she suddenly put her hands together in front of her chest, clasped her fingers tightly, and then lowered her head.

That is the posture of prayer.

"Let me reveal it for you."

The pitch black intertwined under the vines suddenly divided into two groups of colors at this moment, the left is bright blue, and the right is deep purple.The air masses were intertwined chaotically, she stretched out her hand and lit them back and forth, picking them out one by one.

Then she began to whisper softly:
"God will guide us... the dark side left by God? No, no, why did the gods leave the darkness here? Did they do it on purpose?"

Her tone gradually became agitated, and as her speaking speed continued to increase, she heard a sudden crisp sound in the air, and the entire sky supported by her shattered.

And Sevilla covered her eyes, her head fell between Kindred's hair, her whole body was twitching constantly, but there was a whimpering cry from her mouth.

Cyril hurried forward, and was about to give the witch some healing, when he heard a soft drinking sound behind him.

"do not move."

He turned his head and saw Miss Elf coming out of the cabin.

But the first time he saw Misha, he realized that this was definitely not Misha.

Every step she took was so unique, just these few steps towards him gave people a natural feeling of dancing autumn leaves.

And the silver light that gradually lit up in his sight also proved her identity at this time:
God of nature.

Nora.

(End of this chapter)