Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 285 Ghosts
The huge war hammers lined up in the air absorbed almost all the wind in the valley, so that for a while, the battlefield fell into a strange silence.

The elves of the Ivy Division under the protection of the light mask stared blankly at the clusters of blue light outside the light mask, while the phantoms who were madly attacking the light mask noticed the abnormal air flow, and stopped their hands one after another. Action, look toward the top of the head.

What answered them was the sound of running deer's hoofs, and the young man's long sword swung down from the hillside.

Meteor hammer, thirteen bursts!

Cyril chopped down the long sword without any hesitation, as if igniting the fuse of explosives.The thirteen giant hammers fell with a bang as the long sword swung down, like meteors falling from the sky.

The cyan light shone in the air, condensed, and then exploded the moment it hit the ground.The wind that was condensed in it and had been silent for a long time immediately turned into a sharp blade and rushed towards the surroundings.

In an instant, in front of the elves of the Ivy Department, there were blue wind blades. They cut back and forth, scraping the phantom bodies that made them at a loss, and tore them into pieces amidst the howls of grievances.

In just two breaths, the elves of the Ivy Department suddenly discovered that the phantoms that had surrounded them in front of their "protector of nature" just now had disappeared.

Torlan, the priest who supported the Guardian of Nature, was stunned for two seconds before he realized what happened. Behind him, Darien, the commander of the Ivy Department, shouted loudly: "The support of the same family is here!" Here we go, counterattack!"

At his call, the elves in the front row raised their shields again, trotting forward, like a solid wall.But they had only just taken two steps when they saw a cavalry rushing down from the hillside savagely rushing into the dense, pale white phantom.

And behind that rider, there was the sound of running deer's hoofs—dozens of silver deer riders jumped down from the high slope, followed that rider, and crashed into the enemy's formation together!

Cyril poured magic power into the sword, and every time he slashed, there was a cloud of dazzling blue light, repelling the phantoms that tried to approach the silver deer in vain.But when the long sword cut through the phantom, it only made the figures fade a little bit.

They just paused for a moment, and then rushed forward again, as if they were not hurt at all.

This situation made Cyril couldn't help but let out a "tsk"—although he had expected the result of hand-to-hand combat for a long time, the reality still made him feel unhappy.

He knew very well what the group of enemies besieging the Ivy Division was—ghosts, which belonged to the undead army, and their spirit form could greatly immunize against physical damage.This is also the reason why Cyril jumped out of the hillside, and the moment he saw their race clearly, a wave of meteor hammers erupted without hesitation.

Facts have proved that his choice is extremely correct. After starting close combat, even if he attaches magic power to the long sword, he can't cause more considerable damage to the ghosts.

It's no wonder that the elves of the Ivy Division are beaten and beaten by the ghosts. They are a heavy infantry regiment that focuses on guarding, and their own attacks are not outstanding.

Although the damage that these ghosts can cause by themselves is not much different from that of "scraping", but they are often in groups, and when they attack, they can erode the spirit of the living beings.Standing under the siege of ghosts for a long time, it is said that people's spirits will become abnormal, crazy, and even commit suicide.

But these mental tortures are not a problem for Cyril.When rushing into the enemy's formation, he had already slowed down, waiting for the troops behind to break in.

He could distinguish the sound of deer's hooves in the rear, and the brisk hoofbeats had chased after him in a blink of an eye. Clement and the leading cavalry had launched the first wave of attack, but their doubts Immediately came:

"What the hell is this, damn it, my sword actually went through him! He still bites me!"

This startled reaction made Cyril smile knowingly even though he was deeply trapped in the enemy's line - thinking that in the game, the scene where the players first encountered the ghosts was exactly the same as the reaction of these elves.

But thinking about it, the long sword in Cyril's hand has been erected, and as a result of his thoughts, the halo skills of the two knights were activated at the same time——

Heart of the Silver Blade Knight: Improve concentration, reduce mental damage, and boost morale.

Hysteresis Aura: Slows down enemy units in a range.

The moment the two halos were activated, the elves behind them all looked refreshed, and they immediately found that their opponent's movements seemed to have become slower, and they could dodge their attacks better.

The damage caused by the ghost to the Silver Deer Cavalry was immediately reduced to the minimum, but this did not solve the problem.Cyril had already planned in his heart, the blue light on the long sword condensed, and shouted loudly at the same time:
"By Nora, the wind of nature!"

As he shouted, the gentle wind brushed over the faces of every silver deer elf in an instant, and the elves immediately noticed that the phantoms who were difficult to deal with just now suddenly became weak, and their bodies curled up in pain up -

The wind of nature, under the gentle wind sheltered by Nora, all friendly units will gain continuous HP recovery.This skill, which was complained by Cyril at the beginning as the front of milk cavalry, is undoubtedly the most lethal skill against undead units at the moment. Restoring the living beings can cause damage to the undead!
Cyril led the silver deer riders to charge and kill in the ghost, and the wind gust unfolded around him was like a slaughterhouse for ghosts. The phantoms became thinner and thinner in the warm wind, and finally were The longswords swung by the elves robbed existence.

During the half-minute duration of the natural wind, the number of ghosts dropped sharply.Cyril watched his own experience rising like crazy in his line of sight. When he stopped the blowing wind and looked back, he saw the phantom that was still dark just now, only a few sporadic ones remained. The group can still stand in the valley.

The elves behind them didn't show the slightest tiredness on their faces. When they looked at Cyril's back, their eyes were full of conviction - when they rushed down from the mountain, they had already seen the large number of ghosts destroyed by the meteor hammer, and then After fighting these monsters, it became clearer that without the leadership of this half-elf boy, they would probably be in a tough fight like the Ivy League.

And the elves of the Ivy Division were already dumbfounded. The commander and the priest looked at each other in blank dismay, all showing puzzled expressions:

"It's only been a few days since Clement took over this one? Why are they so aggressive?"

Commander Darien stepped forward awkwardly and asked Clement, but to his surprise, the elf who had always been proud shook his head, looked at the half-elf with a deer and a sword, and said in his voice Full of admiration:

"This is our commander."

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the half-elf boy jump off the deer, even put away his long sword, and walked towards a group of phantoms standing motionless in the field.

(End of this chapter)