Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 742 Making nests and fishing for dragons

"The explosive point of the magic rift is at the foot of your Yingpu clan. If you really want to let the so-called dragon land descend, your Yingpu clan will be the first to disappear—"

Grover retorted coldly, "If you think that the so-called bravery can prevent the coming of the Dragon Realm, then you can do it boldly! Go ahead, make a decision that goes against your ancestors, and make a great, general Nora The decision to sever all beliefs that have been handed down in the world!"

This time, it was Isidor's turn to be choked up.

As Grover said, he just held opposing opinions, and he couldn't give any examples of how to solve the status quo.

But just saying that he can't do it doesn't mean he can't fight. The combat power of the Deep Roots is not as good as Skywalker. His combat power among the elders of the elves is second only to the heart of the tree Elendar. Everyone knows.

Seeing that another conflict was about to erupt between the two, a cyan arc suddenly passed between the two, but a dull "thump" sound trembled, and most of the sharp long sword sank into the gap. In the huge round table, the half of the sword blade left outside was still shaking at high speed, and the ruby ​​on the hilt was trembling, leaving red afterimages in the air, which were breathtaking.

Everyone looked at the sword stuck abruptly on the table, but no one could see where it was thrown from, nor how it got inserted into the table.

At this time, the young Marquis clapped his hands lightly, stepped forward slowly, grabbed the hilt of the sword, and pulled it out lightly without any effort.

He put the sword horizontally in his palm, brushed the blade of the long sword, stared at the shining blade, and said quietly:

"First ask if, then how to do it."

"All the discussions you are doing now should be based on 'prevention' and prepared as a last resort, rather than reaching a conclusion and needing to fight over this dispute."

"Of course, I can also understand that everyone is devastated by the erosion of the Black Forest. It is unavoidable to be disgraceful in such a sudden crisis... But you have to think about it, if you, the leaders of the natural family, are all in disarray Once the situation is over, where should the forest, the creatures in the forest, and Nora's faithful believers go?"

Cyril spoke slowly, making the backs of these elves who were in a mess due to the recent crisis couldn't help but burst into cold sweat.Although they are long-lived species, this does not mean that their vision and ability to analyze things will naturally increase with the increase of lifespan. Only then did they realize how outrageous their panic was.

"Treant." Cyril cast his eyes on the quietest tree man in the corner, the tree man named "Aitbor Wood". It is said that he is the direct inheritor of the ancient tree "Konatrissen" in the mythical age. It has been standing at the beginning of this era, and it is suspected that it has transitioned from the previous era through sleeping.

"Marquis." Atbormu slowly responded to Cyril. What was present was only a half-grown body of it, but it was already the largest existence in the entire round table hall, nearly ten meters high. His body bent slightly as he responded, giving people a strong sense of oppression.

"Did you see a giant dragon at the beginning of the era?"

"Giant dragons...their Dragon Realm has disappeared before I woke up at the beginning of the era. They always come and go from the clouds. I don't know where they are."

Atbormu replied, "But there are... treants who have seen the dragon returning to its nest... throwing itself into the depths of the deep forest, but that was... 1000 years ago."

"I think you should have arranged your clansmen next to every magic fissure."

"Yes...to prevent, miss again..."

The tree man spoke so slowly that Cyril couldn't wait any longer. He swiftly put the long sword back into its sheath, then turned around and strode towards the door, stopped by the door again, and turned around suspiciously: "Still stunned!" What are you doing?"

"Ah?" Everyone in the Deep Forest Council was puzzled, and only heard Cyril say: "If you don't go and see for yourself, how will you know what's going on?" Then they all understood, stood up, and followed the pace of the young Marquis .

Flying horses were already waiting outside on the branches of the trees. All the elves rode on the backs of the flying horses, but the treants, unicorns, and centaurs did not go.

Pegasus lined up in a long line and flew over the forest. The nearest magical rift was not too far from the location of the Valley City. When they approached the sky above where it was located, Cyril immediately felt a strong wave of magical power. It's coming from below.

They controlled the Pegasus to fall, and quickly found the location of the crack.

It was a nearly three-meter-high gap twisted under the canopy of a big tree with various colors of luster flowing, resembling the so-called "space crack".Fluctuations of magic power came from the crack one after another, and the torrent of magic power made Cyril, who was already an extraordinary level, feel a little irresistible.

"Are there any relevant characteristics in the records of Longyu? For example, the magic power is particularly abundant?"

As Cyril asked, he jumped up and grabbed a vine and swung to the door of the gap. A piercing chill rushed over his face in an instant, causing the vine he was grasping to freeze instantly.

He landed steadily, curled his lips: "Also, Longyu is an extremely cold place?"

And Misha has already begun to reply: "In order to support the growth of young dragons, the Dragon Realm has quite a terrifying reserve of magic power, and the Dragon Realm is indeed in an extremely cold place, because those frozen magic crystals can store more magic power. Magic, and..."

She raised her head, with a puzzled expression on her beautiful face: "Because the snow is shining brightly under the sunlight, so it looks better?"

"Giant dragons tend to like shiny things, and this seems to be common everywhere." Cyril complained, "That is to say, there is a good chance that this magical rift belongs to the Dragon Domain—"

He suddenly drew out his long sword, and a bright and dazzling blue light condensed on the sword in an instant. The wind rushed through the forest, and the elf elders had to grab his feet with tree roots to connect himself with the ground, so they could barely escape. Blown around by the wind.

And Cyril held his breath and concentrated, holding the long sword, and suddenly swung it towards the magical rift.Before everyone had time to react, the cyan wind ball had been thrown into the crack.

"Don't!" Grover exclaimed in alarm—the ghost knows what will happen when the high-intensity condensed magic body collides with the magic crack. If an explosion is triggered, there are many people present who are not at the extraordinary level...

But unexpectedly, the cyan wind ball didn't have any conflict with the magic fissure, it just flew into the fissure so naturally, and then didn't respond.

Cyril closed his eyes slightly, felt it quietly, and then raised his hand again, the blue wind ball condensed again, and then his wrist trembled, this time, dozens of blue wind balls were thrown out by him like rain falling It was thrown into the crack, and then it was silent again.

"Master Marquis, what are you... doing?"

Although I didn't understand what the young Marquis was doing with a series of unexplained movements just now, the magic power contained in each wind ball made the elders tremble with fear, even if it was of the extraordinary level—— It's okay for the wind ball to force them to take one. If they get a few more, I'm afraid that even the internal organs will be beaten out.

Is this young man a freak?Or is he the source of the magic himself?Won't rubbing magic balls consume it?
Cyril finally stopped what he was doing. He shook his tired arms and replied:
"Hit the nest."

"……what?"

Completely incomprehensible words.

"Nesting, that is... I will explain later." Cyril raised his eyebrows, and his spirit, which fell into the magic rift with those wind balls, had already sensed the contact of foreign objects, and immediately held the long sword with both hands, and the cyan The wind was woven into a slender wind rope, and then he threw it hard, and fell straight into the crack.

The upper half of the wind rope is still outside the crack, but the lower half is truly connected to the space of the crack.

And this time, no matter how stupid people are, they can understand what the young Marquis is doing——

"Fishing, fishing, fishing?"

A young elf cried out, then covered his mouth, his face was full of horror.

"It should be said... fishing for dragons." Grover let out a long sigh at this time, both surprised by the whimsy of the young marquis, and helpless by the unrealistic and funny of the latter.

Fishing for dragons?If you treat a dragon as a fish, will you bite the rope?Even if it really bites, can you drag it out of the space rift?

But just as this idea came to his mind, he heard Cyril's soft drink: "Tree people, tree nets."

Hearing this, the tree man who had been waiting at the side shook his arm, and the branches of the surrounding forests all extended accordingly, turning into a strong net, intertwined in the sky above the forest.At this time, the young Marquis exerted strength with both arms, twisted his body and waist, and threw the long sword back forcefully.

But he saw the blue wind rope shaking violently in the air, and then the second half of the rope that was thrown directly into the crack was also thrown out, and at the end of the rope, a huge figure followed the rope At the end, it flew out of the crack!

"Close the net!"

Cyril shouted loudly, and the elves on the side also understood what to do at this time, and used their natural power to block the surrounding space with trees.And the big net woven by the tree man immediately fell downwards, and just at the moment when the huge figure flew out completely, it was firmly wrapped around its body.

This huge figure immediately began to struggle. It waved a pair of thin cicada-like wings, but the strength of those thin wings was astonishing. Just a random opening and closing made the seemingly tight The web of branches broke and shattered large pieces.

Seeing that it struggled a few more times, the whole net was about to be torn to pieces. Cyril had already grabbed the wind rope and pulled the giant's high head down. Immediately after the gate of another dimension Activated, the figure suddenly appeared above the head of this giant, and there was a heavy punch downward!
"Boom!"

With a bang, the huge figure fell like a kite with a broken thread, hitting the ground heavily, and the smoke and dust flew.

"What... are you kidding me?"

If the performance of the young Marquis just made these elf elders feel a little "frightened", then the scene that happened at this moment is enough to make everyone admire-

With a mortal body, knocking down a giant dragon from mid-air with one punch?

Nora, is there any law in this?
But when the few people were astonished, a high-pitched and aggrieved roar sounded like a deer's cry, but it was louder. The magic power suddenly condensed in the smoke and dust, and in the blink of an eye, a bright, complete and complex structure was condensed. Magic circle!
"Roar--"

This magic circle condenses surprisingly fast. Amidst the roar of the giant dragon, seeing that magic circle is about to be activated, the figure of the young Marquis, who was still in mid-air just now, fell like a cannonball, and he punched him again. In the head of the dragon!

"Boom!!"

The light of the gorgeous and shining magic circle dissipated.

Amidst the drifting smoke and dust, the young half-elf slowly stood up.

At the feet lay the "prey" who had just been beaten unconscious by him.

A purple dragon.

He doesn't know how tough the giant dragon can be, but what is certain is that his hardness is higher than the estimation of all giant dragons——

Don't forget his 【Characteristics】:
[Body of the Sacred Skeleton]: Tris has strict requirements on his subjects, and he shares his divine power with his followers.But the gods are not immortal. When they passed away, the scattered bones blessed by the gods gave birth to their own consciousness, and they had new missions.

With the body of the relic, you will have a brand new skeleton, maybe... it can be used to pierce the scales of the dragon?
This kind of power, coupled with the power bonus of Isis's feather, knocked out a giant dragon with two punches, which is reasonable, too reasonable.

He looked at the stunned crowd, even if he always had high expectations for Cyril among them, Miss Elf, who would not be surprised by anything she did, was a little breathless because of the oppressive scene in front of him. gas.

"What are you doing in a daze? Hasn't this already caught one end? Haven't you come yet?"

He waved to the elves, and all the elves shook their heads in response. Only Miss Elf hesitated for a moment, and walked slowly behind him.

Cyril didn't care either. He turned around, looked down at the giant dragon that he had knocked out, and then froze for a moment.

This giant dragon does not seem to be quite the same as the giant dragon he imagined.

It doesn't have tough dragon scales, it's covered in fur that looks very good to the touch, and when you reach out and touch it, it's as if you're stuck in cotton wool, so comfortable that you want to lie on it and roll back and forth.

Its whole body is purple, and there should be dragon horns on the top of its head, but there are only "tentacles" like stamens here, and the pair of dragon eyes are like eyeshadow, with light purple edges around them, which makes this giant dragon , appearing "incomparably charming".

What he caught...was really a giant dragon?
(End of this chapter)