Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 317 Nora (Two in One)

The silver beam of light seemed to be able to penetrate the sky, and the dry branches were bathed in this light. They swayed slightly, from the original drooping to gradually rising.The branches and buds that have been withered for thousands of years seem to be brushed by the gentle wind, and the sound of rustling leaves comes out of nowhere.

It's like being reborn.

And at this moment, not only the natural creatures in the Elgin Forest are looking up at this beam of light that soars into the sky.

From the quiet and heavy mountains to the lonely lake jungle beside Lake Adlai, from the east of the Keluo jungle to the majestic border of Ao San Emma, ​​to the mage tower of the "Forest" in the middle of Amasir, this area has been here for hundreds of years. Every creature in the mysterious area, which has always been known for its naturalness and elegance, couldn't help raising its head, and all turned to the direction of this beam of light——

The purple-black night was dispelled by the silver light. Silver is the last color in this field. It spreads unscrupulously in mid-air, like a sea tide, but more like the ripples of a quiet lake being rippled by a pebble. Swing around and around.It allows all living beings to be bathed in it, and the leaves let out the sound of jumping and transparent breathing, and grow upwards vigorously.

At this moment, in countless churches—whether they worship Nora, the God of Nature, Danya, the Primordial God, or other gods under the Primordial God line, rumbles emanated from among the magnificent statues. sound.The bell rang, and the monks who were watching the night rushed out in a panic, looking for the strange phenomenon.

This is even the case in the church in Karankin, the capital of the province of Derek, as far away as Solconan.

"Gods above, may the stars shine on us—"

The chants of the monks resounded through the cast night sky.His Majesty Photios, the bishop of La Rochelle, looked at the northeast direction of Amasir. There was nothing in his sight, but he seemed to be able to see the silver beam of light that was slowly walking between the stars. Falling, a figure in a long skirt dancing lightly in the air.

Then he bowed deeply and prayed from the bottom of his heart:

"By God, may the stars shine on us—"

Only a handful of people know what's going on here, but they don't know what kind of impact it will have——

The protection of the highest level of gods, the eternal brilliance of nature, how many years has it been since the protection of gods at this level reappeared in this world?

What effect will it have?no one knows.What consequences does it have?No one knows either.

They looked at this piece of sky inexplicably, trying to see more clearly, but all they could see was the rippling silver light in the sky, and the shining stars in the fluctuations of the silver light——

They couldn't see that in the silver light, there was a faint cyan streak, which was slowly climbing up against the beam of light.

Cyril, who was at the center of all this, didn't know that this incident had caused such an uproar, and from his perspective, he couldn't see that the beam of light fell from the sky at the top of the tree, nor could he see the silver light that filled the sky. ripple.

He raised his head and looked at the dry branches above his head, which were densely packed but seemed intrusive. They were shaking slightly, looking indescribably gentle.

Cyril slowly lowered the long sword in his hand, the effect of the recovery wind had already ended, but this wind still lingered around him—to be exact, this wind was constantly spreading.The cyan wind was swimming among the branches, like a fish swimming in the water, so joyful and joyful that it made people think for a moment that it was not a mass of dead things, but a small elemental fairy.

Time seemed to be forbidden at this moment——Cyril couldn't be sure, he felt that maybe the time point he was in had been extended infinitely, because he felt that the dragon's tail that was rushing to draw towards him, at this moment It was swinging towards him at an extremely slow and almost forbidden pace, maybe he would wake up after sleeping before it could hit him...

Wait, when did my senses get so sharp?

Cyril waved his hand suspiciously, nothing unusual.

He closed his eyes tentatively, took a deep breath, and suddenly felt that the world that should have been dark after he closed his eyes was actually so clear, and everything around him was under his control. Including his sword, the tree roots under his feet, the dragon tail beside him, the sunken bark, and the owner of the dragon's claw sunken deep in the bark, the dragon descendant.

This is... the power of the divine protection?
Cyril was deeply puzzled. It is not that he has never experienced the protection of the gods in the game, but it is nothing more than a certain increase in the value, and the most excessive protection of the gods is only a buff that lasts for one month.

But what is this now?
This feeling that everything is not in his hands, but everything is in his hands——

He stretched out his free hand, and gently stroked in the direction of the sunken bark of the Tree of Eternity.However, he heard that piece of bark that had been hit by the dragon's tail before suddenly made a rattling sound, and then followed his gestures and began to peel off downwards.

In the blink of an eye, the dragon descendant trapped in the tree appeared in front of him——

He keeps his hands stretched forward, his head is bowed, and he wears a helmet in the shape of a dragon's head, but there is no dragon horn on the top of his head.A pitch-black body armor is extremely exquisite in workmanship and at the same time looks domineering.

Beside him lay a large sword, half of which was stuck in the tree of eternity.And his dragon tail spread all the way to the ground behind itself, drilled out of the ground, and then stagnated in the air.

Leaving aside the damage done to Cyril and others, he seems to be able to perfectly show the world's impression of a dragonborn - full of violent aesthetics, streamlined armor and still slightly bowed in sleep The legs and the posture that seems to jump up instantly at any time make people believe that as long as he wakes up, he is a full-fledged warrior.

The only thing that makes people puzzled is his height - compared to the incarnation of the hunk that the dragon should be in the impression of more than two meters, he seems to be a little shorter.

It seems that half of the mission has been completed - at least Cyril has successfully found the real body of this dragonborn, and the next step is to dig it out or what...

As soon as Cyril stretched out his hand, he was about to repeat the same trick and "pick" the dragonborn out of the tree. He suddenly felt his body stiffen, and then the feeling of being able to control everything naturally disappeared suddenly.

He turned his head subconsciously, twisted his body and was about to slash the long sword backward, but saw a silver, glowing body standing quietly behind him without knowing when.

His figure is slender and elegant, and the long skirt is dragged behind him, hanging from the treetops, like a silver waterfall falling from the sky.

His whole body was covered by that silver light, which covered every detail of his body, face, chest, and legs.But when the eyes touch this burst of light, it seems to be able to feel that what is hidden under it must be a perfect body——

Cyril's long sword also stopped in mid-air as a matter of course, and finally fell to his side as he let go of his hand for some reason.

"Cyril Adrian." There was a hazy voice from that figure.He couldn't hear a man or a woman, but it was undeniably pleasant to the ear, making one want to fall into this sound at any time.

Cyril collected himself, wondering what exactly this silver figure was—is it the will of the Eternal Tree like Tangia?Sleeping for a long time, and then awakened in this resonance and the protection of the gods?
If it's the will of the Eternal Tree, it doesn't seem surprising that it can be so strong that he loses the desire to do anything about it.

He responded softly, and when he said it, he realized that the language he uttered was something he had never heard before—it wasn't an Elvish language family, nor was it a common language. It was obscure but pleasant.

"You and I met earlier than I thought."

The figure spoke softly, but the short words made Cyril suddenly tremble, and his whole body trembled——

What is he talking about?Time to meet?Should we meet?

And He seemed to see his confusion, shook his head, and said with a soft smile:
"I'm Nora."

"Nora? Which Nora?" Cyril was stunned for a moment, and almost fell to the ground in the next second——Nora, Nora, which Nora could there be?What Nora but the long-gone God of Nature?
"I'm glad to see you here, but I think it's too early." Nora said regretfully, then waved her hand lightly, "Before that, since that little girl is so You tried your best to call me, and all of you are here, so I will help you deal with the troubles here."

In an instant, Cyril felt the power of "control" return to his body.He watched Nora wave her hand upwards, only to see that the branches above his head suddenly became full of leaves, and the green color that seemed to be able to cleanse people's soul made people want to bury their heads in it.

And this turquoise was spreading, and he saw that the dry bark and branches were quickly regaining their vitality, becoming incomparably full, and within a few breaths, the entire Eternal Tree returned to life, Like the tree of life of the Congye clan, it bloomed its natural vitality to the fullest, from the end of the field of vision to the end, it was full of this lush turquoise.

Cyril heard the wind that belonged to him shouting happily, and it shuttled between the leaves, making a rustling sound.

And everything happened in just a few seconds.

Cyril came back to his senses, and he looked at Nora—the latter was looking at the branches and leaves above his head with a look of nostalgia, making people feel that he would jump onto the thick tree trunk in the next second, like a neighbor She shook her legs like a girl from home and sang softly.

He collected himself and hurriedly asked, "Why am I here... No, why did I come to this world?"

Yes, Cyril knew very well that although the other party shouted "Cyril Adrian", it was definitely not the original owner of this body.

But his soul.

If there is anything that can influence a person's existence, then he can only choose to believe in that god that may not exist, or may have always existed.

But Nora shook her head slightly: "I don't think I have the authority to give you an answer to this question. To be honest, I don't know why."

"But you have a chance to know the truth, I assure you, as long as you can grow to this level - this should not be far away for you."

Nora's voice seemed to be singing a poem, and the bouncing sounds caught Cyril's senses, making him listen to each word subconsciously: "When you step into that plain, I think you should be able to touch these , when you can walk up to that tower, I think you should be able to understand everything I said."

As he spoke softly, his figure suddenly flickered, and flashed in front of Cyril in the blink of an eye.

Then he bent down slightly, and the face full of silver light pressed down, and lightly touched Cyril's forehead.

The touch is cold, but this kind of coldness does not make people feel uncomfortable. Instead, it seems that they want to immerse themselves in the veins of people, making Cyril tremble comfortably all over.

And in this brief contact, he heard Nora's voice gradually becoming ethereal——

"I'm sorry for giving you such a bad experience, but this is already the limit of our strength. Farewell, our people, I don't think it will be long before we meet again."

In this soft, expectant sigh, the cold touch disappeared.

When Cyril opened his eyes again, he found that Nora was no longer in front of him.

He looked around and saw that the green leaves of the trees were still shaking, which proved that Nora's arrival was not his fantasy.

What happened just now made him unable to calm down for a long time. He didn't know why Nora came, and what did he mean?
What is such a bad experience?What is the limit of strength?And what does it mean to step into the plain, to ascend the tower?
He scratched his scalp in some annoyance. Although he knew that the copywriting of [Road to Glory] always liked elements of riddles, what happened at this moment made it impossible for him to blame it on the copywriting—

After all, the so-called god really appeared in front of him.

Cyril took a few deep breaths, and returned his attention to the scene in front of him - he noticed that he was still standing in the silver beam of light. Although the feeling of mastering everything faded, it still took effect .

It seemed that his time to manipulate these was running out.

He turned around and looked not far away. Elina, Leonardo, and Baron Jean were all thrown to the ground. The injuries should be serious, especially Elena—in order to attract the attention of the dragon tail , she raised the battle ax and became the target of the dragon tail's fierce attack.

And the girl is only wearing light armor, unlike Leonardo's armor, and unlike Baron Jean's rough skin and thick flesh, how can she carry it?
Fortunately, I entered such a mysterious state——

Thinking about it, Cyril waved his hand in the direction of Alina, the wind of recovery wrapped around the girl's body, and under the nourishment of the natural vitality, she would be able to recover soon.

He felt the gradual loss of strength in his body, and then chose to ignore the injuries of Leonardo and Baron Jean, and turned to the dragonborn.

That, it's time to end this Enchanted Plains, Mister Dragonborn—

　I wrote it very urgently very urgently very urgently [hope there is no problem]
　　
　
(End of this chapter)