Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 677 The Signal of the Magic Plain

Cyril didn't panic much, he was no longer surprised by Nora's will.

He even sat down on the sofa after bowing and saluting, and asked Nora in his spare time:

"Your Majesty Nora, what is the purpose of possessing Misha this time? It's not to punish her for using your name to deceive your followers, right?"

"What are you talking about?" Nora's voice was farther and ethereal than Misha's counterfeit tone. She stretched out her finger, tapped Cyril lightly, and nodded after a moment:
"You seem to have found a way to get over the Monroe Wall."

Upon hearing this, Cyril immediately sat up and asked seriously, "Your Majesty Nora, is my thinking correct?"

"I can't judge whether it is correct or not. There is its own derivation law under the white ring. Perhaps the so-called divergent road can lead to a deeper place." Nora shook her head, "I can only offer you a revelation: those grand Words are not just grand, they correspond to the power that grandness should have."

"what do you mean?"

"Do you think the ancient language is just a simple language?" Nora chuckled, "In that era, the language was the mark left by the gods, and it left its own mark in the white ring—fecebrl!"

The words he spit out suddenly changed into ancient elf language that even Cyril could not understand.And after this sound, Cyril suddenly felt that the space he was in seemed to have entered an extremely slow and long state——

It seems that everything in front of me is connected with me, and I can clearly feel the passing of the individual corresponding to the things in front of me.

He had been lucky enough to experience this mysterious state once—on the magic plain, under the protection of the highest god, he was able to touch Nora once.

"The meaning of this word is eternity."

He looked at Nora, only from him could he not feel the slow passage of time.

"Eternity, fecebrl..." he murmured.

"With our departure, the imprints are lost, but they will not disappear forever, and they will even reappear."

"It's about to reappear?" Cyril once again captured the key point. Others may have no idea of ​​this word, but as a time traveler from the player, he is very clear about it——

Reappearance, the relics of past civilizations are reappearing in front of the people of the world one by one, and the frequent emergence of magic plains has opened the so-called "big exploration" era.

And the advent of the era of great exploration has made the contradictions between countries fully relieved, and only broke out in the form of small-scale battles in some areas-the center of the surrounding area is naturally the priceless magic plain.

Most players like to brush up, brush up the level, brush up the equipment, brush up the skill book, and brush up the proficiency. This kind of step-by-step improvement that is visible to the naked eye is what players are happy to see.The large and small, non-repetitive, and always challenging dungeon mechanism of Magic Plain is even more popular among players.

But what the mechanical products of these games to maintain daily life and prolong life would look like in the real world, Cyril didn't even dare to think-would those magic plains still be generated in their original positions?What about the quantity?
More importantly, when did they appear?

Now is a very important time point, La Rochelle and Ao San Emma are about to go to war, if the magic plain card appears during the critical period of their fight, the consequences...

Players did not witness the birth of the Magic Plain in the game. [Road to Glory] stopped serving for a full 24 hours in order to welcome the version of the Magic Plain.

But the [Civilization Reappearance] version PV that was released simultaneously on that day completely showed how the magic plain came—the forest was replaced by a brand new area, the mountains and rivers were sunken due to the formation of the magic plain, and an uninhabited island was born in the sea. Even plains became great lakes because of this.

It only took 10 minutes for that version of the PV to gain more than 5000 million views. One can imagine how popular it was at the time.

The scenes created by the magic plain were so clear in Cyril's memory that he had to worry.

If in the center of the battlefield, the magic plain was generated out of thin air, wouldn't the entire battle situation be...

He pondered for a long time, and when he looked at "Nora" with grateful eyes, he found that the silver light had faded, and Miss Elf had recovered her original appearance, sitting on the window sill in a daze.

The gauze skirt tightly wrapped her legs, she sat cross-legged on her side, lost her mind for a while, and then slowly asked:

"Just now... Lord Nora, has he come again?"

"Is such that."

"Any good news?"

"Maybe." Cyril was noncommittal.

Seeing Miss Elf still looking a bit lost, he couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong with you, do you feel uncomfortable?"

"Uncomfortable...not at all." Misha frowned, "It just feels...as if my strength has been sublimated once, but the sense of majesty from Lord Nora has weakened."

She spoke softer and softer, and finally shook her head: "It's just my illusion, my family should go to rest quickly, and have to go back to Fort Mandex at night, isn't it?"

Cyril looked at her suspiciously, but finally didn't ask.

He has too many things to think about. As Nora's designated guide, Misha's changes are often linked to Nora.

Even if he spends his time on this, he won't get much results, so he might as well hurry up and solve the current problem.

He went back to his house, got a good night's sleep, and set off overnight for Fort Mandekers.

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In August of this year, the temperature was not higher than in previous years, but it was more sultry.

The sky has always been gloomy, which is in line with the year name of the Year of Darkness and Whiteness.

I heard that floods broke out in many places in La Rochelle due to continuous rain, and not only La Rochelle was affected, but the entire continent, from west to east, wherever there was plenty of rain and there were big rivers, more or less There have been floods.

This is a very rare situation - there are high mountains between regions, and not every place will be affected by the ocean, but the rain is so "fair" that people can't help but sigh, it really is a magical world , that is, there is no need to talk about the truth in this regard.

But how could the people of La Rochelle, who are suffering from floods, complain about the sky and the sky, expect that next year there will be a continuous severe drought, and there will be almost no harvest in one year——

Unlike La Rochelle, who was unprepared in the history of the game and was hit by successive disasters, causing internal chaos, the war that broke out in advance now made the kingdom die as early as January in the dark and white years. An order to store grain was issued.

Now that the mines in the west are out of order and the price of gold is out of balance, the expansion of agricultural production has just shifted part of the contradictions.

All of these policies were in the hands of Anastasia Herman, and Cyril did not make any guidance or intervention-from this aspect, it can also be seen that this person who stood on the political stage early The princess does have excellent insight into the overall situation.

Abnormal weather makes people feel more and more uneasy. For those in the know, these abnormal phenomena are all kinds of signs.

Knowing that the magic plain that might appear next, Cyril soaked in the giant sand table every day, recalling the large and small magic plains in the Amasir area, writing and drawing on the sand table every day.

The hot and humid weather didn't affect him. Accompanied by elements, almost the entire range of the inner castle was enveloped by the flowing wind, allowing the air to flow unimpeded.

So much so that in the most sweltering time of the day, many people who are off work and rest lie down along the inner fort of Fort Mandekers, lying down in a circle.

The scene of nearly a thousand people surrounding the castle to enjoy the cool air was recorded in the later "Amasir Unofficial History".

"Cyril, Cyril, eat mangua!"

Cyril raised his head from the sand table and put down the carving knife in his hand for marking.Caroline was wearing a tomboy-like outfit, with a white short-sleeved top, revealing two slender and healthy white legs that had been trained for many years.

In her hand, she held the Manmangua, a specialty of Fort Mandex, cut it in half with green skin and red flesh, poked it in with a spoon, and the clear and sweet juice could fly five meters away.

Cyril took it naturally, dug a big mouthful hard, and stuffed it into his mouth, feeling his mind refreshed a lot.

He wolfed down half of it, then hiccupped and asked, "How's your homework going?"

"It's already done!"

Caroline stood in front of him, giggling, and began to snap her fingers: "In the morning, I fed Hei Pangpang first, and then I went to compete with Mr. Zimmerman to control the meteorite, and won a [-]-[-] victory; Then I went to learn magic power concentration from Mr. Winkler..."

She blah blah blah, the whole morning was full and efficient——

In addition to her tall height, Caroline's talent was finally brought into play as she grew up. Her terrifying learning ability and amazing spiritual talent allowed her to rapidly improve her strength.

Even in a recent battle inside the Mage Academy, the former head of the student mage group was defeated by her.

"It's great, it's great." After hearing Caroline's long words, Cyril subconsciously wanted to reach out and touch her head - this was the way he used to praise Caroline in the past year, and The little girl herself loved the caress.

But when he stretched out his hand, he noticed that Caroline was no longer the height that made it easy for him to touch his head, so he withdrew his hand embarrassingly, and asked with a haha:

"Caroline, have you grown taller?"

"It seems to be..." Caroline puffed her cheeks, rolled her eyes, and then asked in a low voice, "Cyril, Cyril, someone asked me to bring you a message."

"Who?"

"Are you free now? Come with me if you are free." Caroline looked anxious, just as Cyril's work was almost finished, so she stood up and followed her out of the meeting room.

The two circled around the inner castle all the way, climbing higher and higher, and finally stood on the top of the castle, on the terrace of the tower.

Caroline pushed open the door and led Cyril out. After walking a few steps, she saw a short, white-haired figure.

His Royal Highness the Prince of La Rochelle, Alexei Hermann.

Hearing the footsteps of the two, His Royal Highness was obviously a little nervous, and almost tripped over his shoes when he turned around.He looked at Cyril who bowed in front of him, and stammered:

"Si, Si, Cyril, no, Sir Adrian."

"Your Highness, do you have any orders?"

"You've been busy lately preparing for the Osan Emma invasion, haven't you?"

"Oh?"

Cyril looked at Alexei with some surprise.

He has always avoided the topic of war that is too serious for children.Alexei is in the inner castle, just like in a greenhouse garden. He has a cat girl as his playmate every day, and he also has a special teacher to guide him in his studies. Logically speaking, he would not know what he is planning. .

"Where did your Highness learn about it?"

"Because I saw Amasir's sand table. In the conference room, there are many arrows drawn on the map next to it, all pointing from east to west, from the forest..."

"So you think this is a preparation for dealing with the people of Saint Emma?" Cyril stared.

"Isn't it right?" Alexei summoned up his courage, and met Cyril's slightly sharp eyes without flinching at all.

They just looked at each other for two or three seconds, and then the sharpness in Cyril's eyes faded away, and he smiled lightly: "His Highness's analysis is completely correct."

This answer made Alexei's face turn red, and he clenched his fists tightly, secretly celebrating for himself——

Don't take this analysis for granted, His Royal Highness is only eight or nine years old now, and has not received much cultivation due to his cowardly character.

Like a thin fawn growing in a greenhouse.

It is precisely because he is so easy to bully that in that time and space, the real power faction of Solkonan will elect Alexei to become the new king of La Rochelle, so as to take all the rights into his own hands——

But now, looking at this still immature and cowardly boy, Cyril couldn't help feeling a lot of emotion in his heart.

He is obviously not a useless person. He studied very hard in Amasir, and through his own narrow vision, he also analyzed some ways from the clues.

If His Majesty the King in that time and space started training this prince early, would he become stronger?

These are all unknown, but there is no doubt that Alexei in the original time and space was just that deer in the greenhouse until he died, and he didn't even have the chance to try to escape with his head stubbornly raised.

And in this time and space, he has already left himself far away in that time and space.

Cyril opened his mouth, just about to say something encouraging.

But from the city wall, there was a long sound of horns, followed by wave after wave. It was not a war song to meet the enemy, but a ceremony to welcome distinguished guests.

His expression changed, and he was about to cast his gaze outside the city——

In the distance, a magnificent chariot was slowly approaching under the guard of the army.

(End of this chapter)