Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 314 No Failure Optional

Dragon, this existence is too unfamiliar even for future players. It is said that within three months after Cyril's crossing, the Dragon Realm and the extra-large version [Dragon Shadow] will be opened, but after all It was something Cyril had never experienced.

If you compare it with a bone dragon...the difference is too big, and compare it with a sub-dragon flying dragon, most of the flying dragons don't have the level of protection of a giant dragon...

"My lord, my lord?"

Cyril recovered from his contemplation, and looked at Elena beside him, only to see that the girl was struggling to take something out of her bosom, and a moment later, a large book appeared in her hand——

"Ah?" Cyril's eyes widened. Isn't this quaint tome with unexplained elven script on the cover the "Code of Nature" that Miss Elf has been holding?

How did it get into Elena's hands?

"Miss Misha said, since she can't come, let me bring her book in!"

Alina spoke anxiously, flipping the pages of the book with her hands, and soon stopped in the middle of the page, where a purple vine leaf was sandwiched.She held up the big book with both hands, almost sticking it in front of Cyril:

"Miss Misha said that you might use this phrase—"

"This sentence?" Cyril looked at the page in doubt. The Elvish text written on it was not contemporary Elvish text, but in the corresponding sentence, there were two lines of beautiful light purple characters, and one line was contemporary Elvish text. Text, one line is the lingua franca.

"God of nature... protection?"

Cyril read the prefix of this line and was shocked——

The protection of the gods, this series of spells is not uncommon.Humans will pray for the protection of the God of War and the protection of the God of Primordial when they set out on an expedition, and sailors will even pray for the protection of the God of the Sea when they set sail.

But this is the protection of the gods written in the so-called "Code of Nature". Could it be that kind of low-level spell?
He analyzed quickly in his mind, and when he lowered his head, he saw a drop of water falling on the page, wetting the light purple handwriting.

It's his sweat.

He stretched out his hand to touch his forehead, only to find that his forehead was covered with cold sweat, which made Cyril stunned—he remembered that he was in the Dragon Corpse Dungeon, and when he faced the bone dragon and the lich, he didn't seem to be in the mood There has never been such a mess.

Facing a dragon descendant who is not a giant dragon, his psychological pressure is so great?
He was wondering, but he saw that the pages of the big book in front of him were rapidly moving away from him, and two small white hands were approaching his face quickly, and then with a "snap", those two small hands patted his cheeks superior!

"Ellie... Na!"

The girl's hands didn't spare any strength, she squeezed his cheeks so hard that he couldn't even finish his sentence.Cyril broke free in a hurry, and when he looked at the girl, he found that the latter was staring at him with a familiar serious tightness on his small face, staring at him.

"My lord, no, Cyril...no, boss!"

She yelled loudly, and the last thing she uttered was the name that Cyril had set as a joke when she was considered to be completely "under his command". She had always felt that this name was too awkward or ashamed, but now she yelled it out .

"Mr. Leonardo is right, you usually think too much!"

He was obviously a head shorter than Cyril, but Elena's serious tone made him unable to even think about defending himself. He watched the girl bend down, pick up the big book that had just fallen to the ground, and found the book again. One page, spread out in front of Cyril.

"It's such a time, what else is there to think about the consequences? You just need to do it!"

The small face poked out from behind the big book, and firmness was written in those beautiful purple eyes at the moment:

"I believe that as long as the boss does it, let alone a dragonborn, even a real dragon will not be your opponent!"

The surroundings suddenly became quiet at this moment—although the dragon tail not far away was still thumping the torso of the Eternal Tree, the thumping sound rang out one after another; Baron Jean, Leonardo, and Memphis were yelling He yelled to attract Longwei's attention, although it didn't work.

However, all these noisy sounds seemed far away in Cyril's ears.

He stared straight ahead, whether he was looking at the pages of the book or Elena's face——

His long game career as a lone rogue made him used to calculations, even haggling over every detail—concerning the benefits and costs of missions and exploration, and the strength gap between the enemy and us.

Although this allowed him to go smoothly in the exploration, obtain a higher success rate, and even dozens of levels without being killed once, it also affected him now.

Perhaps, he should, as Leonardo said, not just once or twice, but completely adjust this mentality——

Be reckless.

Be aggressive.

He came from crossing, and the path he chose meant that his life could not be celibate like his previous life, and he was destined to be exposed to various disputes.

In the face of monsters, he can choose to give in, and in the face of the difficult magic plain, he can also choose to escape.

But when the undead came from the north to the south, when the army of Ost. Emma pressed in, and when the "Free Iris" rebelled, could he still escape?Does he still have so much to think about?

This path did not leave him with the option to think about "what will happen if you fail".

If you don't even fight, how do you know if you can beat it?
If you don't try it, how do you know if it works?

The words that often appeared in players' mouths in the previous life came to mind, but they are the best portrayal of him at this time.

Alina stared at Cyril's face, and couldn't help frowning, but she still believed that Cyril would definitely make the right choice at this moment.And then, a look of joy appeared on her face:
The half-elf boy in front of him took a deep breath, then stretched out his hands to hold the book.

"Erina, what you said is right." Cyril said softly, "After you get out, I will give you a raise."

After he finished speaking, his eyes scanned the content behind the sentence, he was slightly taken aback, and then his fingers lightly touched the page, the line "Protection of the God of Nature".

He closed his eyes, and the magic power in the wind elemental pool slowly covered the book.

A cyan light gradually lit up from the pages of the book, and after a while, it disappeared.

"What advice did Miss Misha give you?" Alina asked hastily.

"She chose a spell for me."

"Spell? But you didn't chant a spell, didn't you construct a spell model?"

Cyril spread out the pages of the book and placed it in front of Alina, pointing at the line of common language.

It was not written as a spell, and there was no commentary on that line of ancient Elven script.

Whether it's Elvish or Common Language, Miss Misha's writing has the same meaning.

"Pour your magic power into the book, and I will know you are calling me."

"Leave the rest to me."

　As I write, I feel that the change in my heart will be sudden [

　　
　
(End of this chapter)