Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 445 Just Because You Are The Lord Of La Rochelle?

This was the first night after the Black Forest was purified.

The bright moon hung high, without the obstruction of the fog, the moonlight fell on the plain in the middle of the forest for a long time.

Alvin Bridges, with his Adlai Sea Guard, was surrounded by Silver Hart Riders on a raised hill.

Cyril looked up at the future Marshal of Saint Emma, ​​his armor was all red with blood.His face was half-wrapped with cloth strips, blocking the eyes that had been shot by Gru before.But the rest of it also showed pieces of rotten flesh, obviously the traces left by the toxin erosion during the battle with Naseles.

But even though he looked so embarrassed, he still stood proudly in front of the Adelaide Sea Guards led by him at this moment, holding a long sword in his hand, and staring down proudly.

When Cyril reached the foot of the hill, the silver deer riders made way for him.The three Gelug elves beside him were already in their defensive postures, and Leonardo was also holding a giant sword, but after Cyril raised his hand to signal, they all lifted their vigilance.

Then Cyril walked all the way up the mountain.He felt the coldness in that one eye, but he didn't take it to heart at all, he just walked up until he stood in front of Alvin Bridges.

Alvin quietly watched the young man come with a mighty coalition army, watched the elf-human coalition army spread out at the foot of the mountain, and saw that the most powerful elves were willing to succumb to him and follow him Okay, finally let out a sigh:
"Half-elf, I should have killed you five days ago."

He never imagined that it was actually a half-elf whose strength failed to break through to the professional level who interfered with their plans, again and again, until they lost everything—although they still had a backhand, but those At this moment, the backhand seems meaningless.

If he could kill the half-elf lord La Rochelle before the equestrian competition, would all of this end up like this?
But Cyril just smiled and replied: "Alvin Bridges, if possible, I hope to kill you when you are born."

Alvin was taken aback, that gentle smiling face obviously gave people a warm feeling, but at this moment he was inexplicably shuddering.He frowned and asked, "Oh? Do you hate me so much?"

"There's only one kind of Ost. Emma who can make me feel indifferent." Cyril looked at him indifferently, paused, and then whispered: "That's the dead."

"Why?" Alvin's iceberg-like face couldn't help being moved at this moment.

He was very sure that he and this half-elf boy had never had any grievances in the past, unless he insisted that his ancestors were elves who were persecuted by Usain Emma—but the elves who were persecuted either died in Usain Emma's house. On the land, if it is sold by slave merchant ships, how can it still have the opportunity to stand on the opposite side?

"Just because you are the lord of La Rochelle?"

But today's La Rochelle people, if everyone still maintains such hatred for Austrian Saint Emma, ​​it will definitely not be a good thing for the future of the empire.

And Cyril didn't want to guess Alvin's psychological daily life, he smiled casually: "Isn't this reason enough?"

Then he raised his long sword and pointed the tip of the sword at Alvin, who had only one eye left.

"I'll give you a chance to die standing up."

Alvin stared at the slightly trembling tip of the seemingly unremarkable long sword, and a distorted smile suddenly appeared on that already ugly face.He grinned, with an incomparably ferocious expression, several tentacles rose from behind him, like a sea monster dancing wildly between raging waves and black clouds.

"Adelaide Triton—"

He roared loudly, and there were only a dozen or so Adlai Seaguards behind him, all raising their long swords in their hands, and shouted wildly after him:

"Battle! Fight! Fight!"

But Alvin's only remaining pupil suddenly shrank, because the half-elf boy in front of him suddenly disappeared in front of him out of thin air.He vaguely felt that something was passing by his side, and when he turned his head to grab it, the tentacles that were pulled out all rushed to nothing.

"He's here!"

The screams sounded from behind him, and he only saw a hazy blue figure jumping out of the shadows, with the sword light flashing, the head of a subordinate flew high.The rest of the Adelaide Marine Guards immediately went up against the shield, but the young man's figure did not stop at all, and his heavy shoulders directly hit the shield of the nearest person. The huge force made the latter unable to stand still, and the shield tilted to reveal flaws The moment the long sword was wrapped in a strong wind, it pierced through its throat.

No waves could be seen on Cyril's face, he was completely immersed in his attack.

At this moment, he inexplicably had a clear understanding of the source of his own power - first of all, the supply of magic power from the wind element pool, which resonates with the elements of the outside world while supplying magic power. This is the professional level he set. The "elemental power" of the road.

But at the same time, he could clearly feel that when the sword was drawn, there was a boost from the hand holding the sword, which suddenly increased the speed of his long sword.The swiftness of his hand at that moment made him even think that what he was holding was not a long sword, but a dagger he was more familiar with——

Cyril drew out his long sword neatly, and the Adlai Navy guards did not panic because of the death of their companions, and wanted to surround them again.But Cyril stepped out of the room, and his figure was once again submerged in the shadows.

He fell on his right hand out of the corner of his eye, and clearly saw the gem-like lines that flickered with his breathing—in the mouth of the great sage Setanrio, the remaining races of the fourth era were born in the form of dragons. The horn is the gauntlet, the blade is cast from the bone of the heroic human soul, the feather of the beast god is endowed with spirituality, and the eternal stone of the elf is the source of power, so as to face the ubiquitous end.

And he remembered that in the flickering picture, the elf's stone of eternity was exactly the same as the pattern on the back of his hand.The same stone, the same "power source", could it be...

He put away his messy thoughts and concentrated his energy on the back of his hand, trying to get closer to the gem-shaped mark.When his thoughts were concentrated on the back of his hand, he felt a "hum" in his mind, and then countless information swarmed into his mind.

He was like a fish in a turbulent current, and he was in a trance for a while.But then he was pleasantly surprised to find that those "countercurrents" were making "whoosh" sounds-they were just winds in a more distant place.

Then the reverse flow turned into a downstream flow, and he was as comfortable as soaking in a hot spring, the wind seemed to be able to move with him as long as he had a single thought.

Cyril immediately understood what this gem-shaped emblem brought him——

The spiritual power that was several times greater than his own before allowed him to touch farther and farther winds, far better than what he could control before.

Then, a bold idea emerged in his mind:
Facing a large number of enemies, he seems to lack a... means of group attack?

(End of this chapter)