Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 752 He Never Abandoned You
Erendar's entire face was contorted with pain.He gritted his teeth, and waited until the black face on his body was completely burned by the flames, and immediately rolled up a majestic force of nature to extinguish the remaining flames that were still spreading on his body.

Sigrid waved Elandal's hand vigorously, and threw the elf in his hand backwards. Cyril caught it in a hurry, and before he could retreat in the future, he felt the leaves under his feet began to vibrate violently.

He looked down, and the remaining black wriggling things had begun to disintegrate rapidly, and even the leaves had begun to turn into pure magical elements.In the blink of an eye, there was nothing under their feet in mid-air, and they all fell down together.

Cyril was about to leave quickly through the gate of another dimension, when the sound of wings fluttered in his ears.The purple dragon slid down under them, holding him, Elandar, and Sigrid firmly, and then flew towards the sky again.

He looked back, only to find that Gru and Misha were sitting on the back of the purple dragon, but the green dragon was nowhere to be seen.

"Where's the green dragon?"

Gru and Misha shook their heads together, "I don't know, we only saw a flash of light, and the green dragon disappeared."

"A light?" Cyril was thinking about it, and Sigrid, who was standing on the dragon's head in front of him, folded his arms and said in a cold voice:

"Green dragon? Isn't it worn on me?"

"Wear... wear it on your body?!"

Surprised, Cyril began to look at the armor on Sigrid's body, only to find that the main color of the armor was almost exactly the same as the green dragon's scale armor.

"But that's obviously a dragon..."

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the complete armor on Sigrid flying away in all directions, and instantly re-formed a huge phantom in the air. Amid the sound of the dragon's cry, the green dragon flapped its wings over them again. Above, there were continuous growls of dissatisfaction.

However, Sigrid, who had changed back into a veil dress, just thought of casting a cold glance above, and uttered a questioning voice: "Why are you yelling?"

The green dragon fell silent in an instant, and even whimpered like a beaten dog.

Cyril felt that his three views were about to be destroyed—although the green dragon was honest under his hands before, but after all, his fist was big enough... No, in this way, the opponent's performance is indeed not as good as The image of the dragon in various works is very different, and I always feel a little weird.

And now it all seems to have an explanation.

This green dragon is not a real giant dragon, but a... no, a piece of equipment.From crowns to breastplates, armguards, tabard weapons, and even ring necklaces and greaves boots, it's all included in an outfit!
But can a suit of equipment turn into a dragon? In [Road to Glory], is there such a setting?

So... what about this purple dragon?

Sigrid seemed to read his mind, turned her head and said lightly: "You guessed right."

"The two giant dragons in your eyes are not real giant dragons."

As she said this, a look of desolation appeared in her eyes: "They are just the components of a set of equipment, nothing more."

"A set of...equipment?"

Cyril was still wondering, but Sigrid had already turned her head away without saying a word.The two giant dragons both hummed and hummed, but Sigrid's mere look made them all fly obediently with their heads down.

Seeing that Sigrid had no intention of answering, Cyril did not force her.

Under the care of Gru and Misha, Yilandar has gradually recovered.At this time, he was leaning weakly on the side of Longyi, coughing from time to time.

His current appearance was so miserable that Cyril could hardly recognize that he was that handsome elf genius.

Although he was pulled out of the weird tree trunk, the dead wood on half of Yilandar's body did not mean to fade away at all. His arms, body, and even half of his neck and face were all twisted into staggered gray and black branches. His appearance completely replaced his original flesh and blood.

This half of the dead wood body is constantly exuding a gloomy magical atmosphere, which can even erode its surroundings.At this moment, Miss Elf realized that part of her robe that was just close to the incarnation of Elandar's dead wood had been completely turned into fibers and eroded by power.

If it weren't for the strong magic resistance possessed by Zilong itself, I am afraid that the dragon's skin pressed by Yilandar would also be eroded.

But on the other half of his intact body, Cyril could feel a majestic and magnificent natural magic power.It exudes a powerful natural appeal all the time.

This natural power is so pure that Cyril, who is favored by the God of Nature, can't help but want to get closer. This allows Cyril to conclude that the current state of Ilandar's power is by no means ordinary "extraordinary". .

"Elandar...what happened to you?"

Cyril considered his words and asked tactfully.

Yilandar raised the remaining good eye, looked at Cyril, and said slowly: "Compared to me, let's talk about you first."

"Talk about me?"

"Before, I felt a breath of climbing over the high wall and entering the plain, and now it seems that it is really you." Yilandar's voice was steady, as if the pain in his body did not exist at all, "How is it, from the extraordinary world?" Feel?"

"...It is completely different from the power I have known in the past."

Cyril thought for a moment, and replied sincerely, "Of course, I was promoted to Transcendence, and I didn't use the method you told me."

"Extraordinary incarnation? Indeed, that is just a means of storing power, at least I have accumulated enough magic power through this method." Ilandar thought thoughtfully, "What about the route you chose? "

Cyril didn't move, but glanced at Ilandar's long hair, and a cloud of blue wind immediately lingered on it, gently wiping the dust on the long silver hair back and forth.

"Wind..." Yilandar closed his eyes slightly, opened them after a moment of silence, his eyes were already heavy, "Then did you encounter any obstacles in your pursuit of wind?"

"I know what you're talking about." Cyril replied immediately, "You want to ask me if I have encountered a corrosive and filthy force, is that so?"

Yilandar nodded: "This is the biggest obstacle for me to break through the natural disaster level, and it is also the chief culprit that made me fall into the current situation."

"That's the filth left by the gods." Cyril didn't hide anything, and immediately told Ellandar all the negative things about the gods he had encountered.

"That is to say, although the gods have long since turned into stars and gone away, the negativity left by them still remains in this world...Is that so?"

"Yes."

"And the filth of these gods is the chief culprit for the destruction of civilization one after another?" As Erendar said, he couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth and let out a contemptuous laugh, "Is this the god we admire? It's too much Too ridiculous..."

He tried to raise his head stiffly, but the withered half of his body made him only able to complete this movement with a very small range, and it seemed that he only moved his body slightly.

"Do you know, when I put my strength, my piety, and all my savings over the years into that plain, I saw countless brilliant trajectories, they were winding, Either straight, or twisted up and down, but ultimately pointing in one direction."

"I walked to the center of the plain under its guidance, and I saw a white tower, yes, the white tower named 'Leander', and I saw the power realization left by the existence of past civilizations, shining like stars On the upper floor of the tower, like a circle, the whole plain and the whole world are enveloped."

"But when I tried to touch a higher level of understanding of nature, 'He' appeared."

"I am entangled by 'he', my strength can't cause any harm to him, but he can wantonly occupy me, turn my hands, feet, and my torso into a part of him. I tried my best To call out, in the hope that the shining star of nature, at this time, can give a little answer to its most devout and farthest-walked descendants in this civilized era."

"And yet it responded with silence."

Cyril was speechless, he couldn't explain the current state of these gods - even Nora, who appeared most frequently, could only act on the carrier of Misha's will, and the gods had long been unable to give their believers any feedback.

"As for later... I gave up half of my body." Ilandar took a deep breath. In the current state of his body, saying such a long paragraph seemed to have caused him a lot of wear and tear.

"I fused all my power into the intact half of my body, forcibly sublimated my power, and created an absolute barrier to isolate its continued invasion, and then competed with the other half of the body."

"It can be said that my life is completely recovered..."

The corners of his mouth curled up, showing a sarcasm smile, "But now you tell me that it was Nora who didn't respond to me, and it was Nora who made me what I am now?"

Cyril could feel the anger in Yilandal's heart, and at this moment he could only nod his head and say, "I can only say that what you said is correct."

He didn't wait for Ellandar to speak again, and continued: "According to my guess now, the negative emotions of these gods have taken charge of the channels for the latecomers to climb to higher places. If you want to obtain the authority left by the gods in the world, you must Beat the filth."

"You want to gain more authority over nature, so you are facing the negative side of Nora."

He stared at Yilandar's gradually calmed face, and then said softly:

"Elandar, He will not let you go, nor will he let go of this forest, nor will he let go of the current era of civilization."

Erendar looked at him.

The heart of the tree suddenly felt a little puzzled, how could this little thing that could kill him with a single slap more than a year ago suddenly touched on something he didn't know, and knew more than he knew? Many, even the strength is catching up.

His state at the moment is half natural disaster level, half useless, and when he evaluates his combat power comprehensively, he is obviously not the opponent of this young man at all.

"Can you feel it? During your penance to seek a breakthrough, large areas of the forest have disappeared, replaced by the Black Forest, and the entire forest west of Nora Corridor is about to be swallowed up."

"When the forest disappears, Fisebol, which is the core of the Black Forest, will no longer hinder the source of Nora's negative emotions, swallowing everything it can extend and turning it into a part of it."

"And Nora's last power can only isolate this black forest for a month."

"We've only had one month... now we're down to 27 days."

"...27 days..." Yilandar suddenly sat up with support, and cast his gaze into the distance.

Where they flew, the place of the forest.

He closed his eyes lightly, and his consciousness was already connected to the forest below him - the ability of natural resonance, even Cyril, who was a half-elf, could master it for the first time, so how difficult is it for him?

His consciousness quickly walked through the barren and dark dead wood below him, like passing through a large desert, but it only lasted for a short time, and the world in front of him suddenly lit up.

Turquoise, turquoise, turquoise—

The whole world turns into a bright green color that belongs to the forest.Every touch of greenery is breathing deeply and deeply, feeding back its power as a part of nature back to the world, making more places brighter.

That was the natural breath of life that he had never seen while standing on the Tree of Life countless times.

He heard those leaves cheering, those branches jumping for joy, they are working hard to grow, and every rubbing and rubbing sound with the soil and air is so beautiful, as moving as the sound of gurgling water.

They all seem to be shouting a name:
"Nora, Nora, great nature—"

As he listened so intently, the corner of the only remaining eye unexpectedly shed tears for some reason.

"Elandar?"

Cyril looked at the abnormal state of Yilandar, and for a moment didn't know whether to appease him or continue to persuade him.

The words of Yilandar just now sounded a bit too self-defeating.This posture is very similar to the scene in the literary works, where the betrayed knight of light turns around and falls into darkness. Cyril is afraid that he will not think about it, and when he turns around, his whole body will be turned into dead wood, letting the power of Fisebor parasitize on him.

Although I don't know if these withered torsos can be exorcised, at least Elendar came back alive, and half of his body is at the strength of natural disaster level, maybe there is a way to return to normal.

And Yilandar didn't seem to hear Cyril's call, he looked straight ahead, and then closed his eyes.

He was silent for a long time, and when he opened his eyes again, the sadness and anger in his eyes before had disappeared, only a kind of vitality was left, burning in his eyes like a ball of fire.

"Adrien, what are you going to do?"

"Elandar?" Cyril asked softly.

"I know that He has never given up on His family."

He rested his remaining hand on his chest and murmured His name:
"Nora."

(End of this chapter)