Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 508
The blade of the sword is silver, the helmet is silver, the battle armor is silver, the spear is silver, and even the armor of the horse beneath him is shining with silver light.

This made Cyril even think that this knight order should be called "Silver Light Knights" or "Silver Helmet Knights".

At first, it was just the flickering sound and light of the sword blade, like a reflected starry sky, flickering on the snowfield bit by bit.But after they smashed the first and second skeletons, the halos enveloped each other, and the silver light bathed every knight and servant, and they were sacred and majestic under the silver light.

At this time, they were like a school of silver swimming fish swimming in the sea, standing behind the mighty wave of bones.

Cyril held the reins and stood more than ten meters away from the knights' flanks. The nightmare horse with black and red flames looked out of place next to the group of knights shrouded in silver light. It seemed that he should be on the opposite side, not in the here.

However, this does not prevent the Cavaliers from recognizing him.In the first two attacks on Xiaobo's undead, Cyril's attitude of taking the lead decisively, but not depriving himself of the command right of the Silver Blade Knights who had cooperated for a long time made them feel more comfortable.

At this time, he was surprised at the temporary strong city that was obviously built in the distance - it was obviously not a defensive facility built by soldiers, but the handiwork of an earth elemental mage.

But to be able to give a solution so quickly in the face of the undead, either there are a large number of earth elemental mages in this team, or... there are professional-level earth elemental mages among them.

So this is the team sent by the Tower of the North Wind?
"Master acting head, are we still the same this time?"

Cyril saw the undead sea spreading out in front of him clearly, stretched out his hand diagonally and gestured in the air and shouted: "Don't go too deep, first insert from the side, turn your head quickly and come out, test their reaction."

"Otillet, pay attention to the position of the lich. There will be undead guards near the lich. It may be a zombie or a ghost. It should be very conspicuous!"

"I understand." The female knight leaned back on the horse, then raised her spear, Yinmang pointed forward:

"All the Silver Blade Knights—charge with me, protect our allies, and clear away the bones of evil!"

"charge--!"

The Nightmare Horse turned into a black streamer, and its excellent speed was ahead of every Silver Blade Knight.The long sword in Cyril's hand is attached with cyan, and the long sword under the blessing of "Phantom Wind Shape" has turned into a long weapon, and the cyan wind is the extension of the weapon that spreads with his thoughts.

And the combat experience and skill tree from the "Wind Riding Knight" made the weapon in his hand not like a spear.Those knights standing in the wind and frost choose to chop more powerful blades and halberds [axes, Swiss halberds] to fight monsters from the wind and snow.When he raised the long sword, the cold wind howled on the extended long blade, and just slashed casually, chopping a group of cannon fodder skeletons who subconsciously rushed forward into cracked bones.

The positions of those armored skeletons were reflected accordingly at this time. The cannon fodder skeletons in the front gave up the siege of the city wall and wanted to turn their heads to solve the threat behind them.But the knights have rushed into the arena amidst the roar of mountains and tsunami.

They are like a flock of migrating geese, forming an angle of [-] degrees between the two columns.Although the Silver Blade Knight is not the highest standard of heavy armored cavalry with shields, but the speed it gave up in exchange for some protection makes its impact force even better than those thick guys.The moment the knights rushed into the crowd of undead, the knight spears pointed diagonally lifted the nearest three or five skeletons into the sky.

Those cannon fodder skeletons are also trying to use their bodies to buy more time for the regular army to adjust their fronts—under the order of the Lich, a skeleton phalanx holding a halberd has begun to turn to the flanks where the knights rushed in, and is about to set up troops who are best at targeting cavalry. long line of defense.

But the resonant voice of Slovenier, who was at the forefront, had already sounded first: "Silver Blade Leaps Forward!"

In his voice, another silver halo spread out from himself, and instantly attached to every knight and servant, including Cyril.

Cyril suddenly felt that his forward speed seemed to be a little faster, but when he looked back, he saw that the speed of the silver blade knights did not decrease but increased after they hit the group of skeletons, like the heavy skull on the head of Solconan City. Like the shells fired by the magic crystal cannon, it accelerated twice!
The lance has returned to the position with the most lethal power in the impact mode, and then the silver-blade knights, who accelerated twice, slammed into their halberd and skeleton formation before they formed a line. Middle!
Through the light armor, the horseshoes shattered the sternums of the skeletons who were the first to receive the impact.The spears all pushed aside the halberds that were poking at them, and a casual blow could sweep away a skeleton's head.The moment they rushed into the skeleton position, they had declared the failure of their defense line.

These experienced knights know how to adjust their offensive and defensive rhythms, and how to maximize their profits with a clear goal.Warrenmud watched the distance while playing, and suddenly shouted:
"Acting head, more skeletons are coming, we have to withdraw first!"

Hearing this, the young man who had rushed to the front and pushed them away by a long distance suddenly turned his horse's head sideways. With a tremor of the long sword in his hand, the blue light condensed, and when the horse's head turned to the outside, he swung it from bottom to top out--

A cyan air blade nearly as tall as a person flew straight out from the blade, flew close to the ground, and immediately smashed half of the skeletons that wanted to come closer to thicken their way out!

"Get out from there!" Slovenier had already led the team to turn around, and led the team to rush out along the road cut by Cyril's sword.

They came and went quickly, the horses galloped across the snowy field, and in a blink of an eye they had pulled away to a place that the skeletons couldn't catch up to.They quickly reorganized the phalanx. Slovenir lifted his visor, exhaled a foul breath, and asked Cyril who had just returned to the formation:

"Shall we launch the next round of charge immediately? Everyone is in good condition, and there will be no problem in two more rounds."

"It's too inefficient." Cyril shook his head and turned to ask the team: "Otillet, have you found it?"

"I found it." Ottiliet also lifted his visor to let his breath circulate, his beautiful face was full of excitement, "In the northeast of the Skeleton Army, it is guarded by a group of black gold armored guards, heavy zombie armor !"

"Then go directly to the Lich." Cyril said decisively, "But the interference of those skeletons is a bit too annoying..."

Thoughtful, he looked across the clusters of bones and landed on the solid wall in the distance.

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above the city wall.

The expressions of Lewis Zimmerman and Amy Harbor did not improve much because of the support of "friendly troops".

When they saw that there were only a few hundred reinforcements that made the soldiers shout, even if they were all cavalry, they couldn't help sighing.

This group of undead has a large number of cannon fodder skeletons, and the main army has a complete lineup, and the Lich is in charge. If there are no halberd soldiers in the way, and the main commander is only a necromancer, this group of cavalry should be able to rescue them.

But the subsequent attack launched by the cavalry surprised them a bit.The combat effectiveness of this group of cavalry far exceeded their imagination, the long silver stream was like a sharp knife, and it accurately gouged out a large piece of meat from the back of the undead—although this metaphor is not appropriate, but those who have no experience It is very good that the Eastern Amathir people can think of such a metaphor.

But even with such sharp knives, the disadvantage in numbers determines that they can only be small fruit knives used to cut apples, not watermelon knives that can check whether a melon is ripe or not.

Lewis Zimmerman was wondering if this group of knights would give up, when he suddenly found that the silver torrent in the distance was once again approaching the lineup of the undead, but this time their speed was too high. Very slowly, as if waiting for something.

"What are they going to do?" Amy Harbor frowned, not understanding what the cavalry meant.

He was in a daze, but he heard a sound like fireworks blooming in the distant sky, followed by a silver streamer rising into the sky and blooming in the air.

Bits of streamer light scattered in the air, and the soldiers on the city wall raised their heads one after another, looking at the pattern of fireworks blooming——

Under the silver crescent moon, a majestic deer head watched the battlefield.

Amy Harper's expression changed, and he immediately thought of some not-so-good memories—in Morino City, he saw this pattern for the first time, and then the gate of Morino City was sneaked into the city by the Siliki army Open it, and it didn't even take half a night for Morino City to change hands...

Thinking of this, he couldn't help gnashing his teeth a bit—although he didn't have the obligation to guard Morino City, and the young lord was not particularly rude to him, and he let himself go back to the Green Tower.

But no matter what, this Morino City was captured when he was stationed after all...

"What's the matter, Haber?" Zimmerman noticed the expression of his colleagues, a little strange, "This sign wants us to cooperate? But the deer head reminds me of our Amasiel, ah, I miss Man Turquoise cider from Fort Dexter."

"This is Siliki's sign." Haber put away his shame and said seriously, "It is indeed for us to cooperate."

"Oh, the symbol of Siliki, no wonder...wait a minute?!" Zimmerman realized this, and exclaimed, "You mean our Siliki of Amasir?"

"Correct."

"The young lord's army? Nora, how could he have such an elite cavalry!" Zimmerman almost sat down, looking at the Amathir Nature Guards around him, suddenly There is a trace of envy for that young man——

He was favored by the elves when he was young, and his strength was amazing. Now even the soldiers under his command were better than Duke O'Connor's so-called elite soldiers...

It seemed, as if, he was going to be more reliable?

This idea just flashed in my mind, but the battle situation in front of me was more important.Those elite cavalry are already waiting to launch an attack. As the side being assisted, how can they be at a disadvantage?

"Haber, prepare to remove the city wall. Let's counterattack with all our strength, and we will see this wave." Zimmerman's voice was unprecedentedly decisive. Before Haber could respond, he had raised his staff again——

In an instant, the ground began to rumble again, and the earth elemental giants, which were a circle smaller than before, appeared again, but this time, three of them appeared on the battlefield at the same time.

They began to wave their limbs from the moment they stood firmly on the ground, instantly clearing a safe space for the Amathir Nature Guards.And Amy Harper didn't have time to say anything, he had already erected his staff, and let the city walls around him slowly fall to the ground.

The soldiers on the city wall let out a burst of roar the moment they landed, which startled the two professional mages. Seeing them rushing forward bravely, led by the earth elemental giant, they suddenly realized .

Those soldiers didn't have the concept of insufficient number of reinforcements and insufficient strength. Let them stand on the city wall and watch the friendly troops fight, but they themselves did nothing. It was torture for the soldiers!
They have been waiting for this moment for a long time!

All of a sudden, the sound of shouting and killing rose into the sky.The troops of the undead were already prepared to turn around and concentrate on dealing with the cavalry behind them, but who would have thought that the turtle in front of them would suddenly turn into a piranha and pounce on them like crazy, so they could only split up and turn around again.

"Acting captain, they are starting to attack!" Slovenier said in surprise, "Should we go too!"

But Otillet shook his head: "Their halberd soldiers have not withdrawn, and they are still easily damaged in the face of the impact. We are too few..."

"Or should we split up into two groups, distract the halberd soldiers, and break in from the flank?" Wollenmud suggested from the side.

But then, they saw the young man in front of him draw out his long sword again.

Cyril closed his eyes slightly, the magic power flowed on his right hand, and the moon stone swallowed the moonlight silently.

Suddenly, it seemed as if all the wind around him was rushing towards him—just like when he slashed the sword in the camp, all the wind in the sky obeyed his instructions.

He seemed to hear the sound of an ancient bell, and in a trance, he seemed to be on the snow-covered city wall, with tall figures standing between the city depressions, like huge stone sculptures.

But the moment his eyes fell on them, those gigantic statues suddenly raised their hands together, raised their long-handled weapons in unison, and slashed forward!

"cold day!"

A roar like thunder exploded in his ears, driving him back to the snowfield in an instant.

But these short breaths are enough to make countless enlightenments in his heart——

The cyan wind wrapped around the blade in an instant, and the wind that almost dragged him into it suddenly stopped whistling.

Immediately afterwards, under the watchful eyes of the Silver Blade Knights, one after another tall blue figures walked out from the side of this seemingly frail young man——

They are holding long-bladed halberds, with complicated and formidable armor on their bodies, and roaring beasts under their crotches. A dozen tall knights are lined up like a towering wall, almost blocking their sight of the undead. .

And the clear voice of the young man also sounded in everyone's ears at this time:

"cold day!"

(End of this chapter)