Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 757
The pitch-black beam of light hit the city flying in mid-air straightly, and it entered from obliquely below it, and a moment later, the beam of light pierced out from above its side.

"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!"

The low sky was already full of smoke and dust from the explosion of magic power, and the entire city of Hormel flying in the air began to tremble violently. Black smoke shot up into the sky, coating the sky with a scorching color, and large pieces The debris fell from the sky and smashed into the forest below.

"That's... Fisebol's counterattack?"

Cyril looked in horror at the direction of the jet-black beam of light, where there was already a deep blackness at this moment, as if everything was swallowed into it, and it would never be possible to escape from it.

Then, a deafening low hum came from it:
"Om-sa-la-ka-"

Innumerable wailing sounds rushed out from the darkness along with the low wailing sounds, and Xiril's whole mind was buzzing immediately, and even the Zilong below him wailed intermittently.

"What happened!" Sigrid yelled from under the dragon's wings.

"It's Fisebol... Zilong is going to be unable to hold on anymore, help!" Cyril saw Zilong's painful expression, and responded to Sigrid.He himself has Nora's blessing, at most his brain is buzzing, but he won't be corroded by much pollution.But Zilong only relies on its own magic resistance——

If it was a real adult purple dragon, it might be reasonable, but after all, what is here is just a piece of "equipment" transformed into a purple dragon. How can it have the resistance of a real adult dragon?
"Damn it!" Sigrid, who was under the dragon wings, took a look, and then inserted the sword straight into the ground with both hands.The rising hemispherical flames envelop the entire purple dragon, forming a protective barrier. The fiery dragon flames burn the approaching and manifested ghosts into light smoke, gradually stabilizing the purple dragon's body. around.

"How's the situation? Was the shock just now caused by the conflict between the city of Hormel and Fisebol?"

"I don't know, but the situation looks... very bad for the city of Hormel."

Cyril looked up at the city in the air, and suddenly found that the huge city gradually began to tilt, and then its height seemed to begin to slowly decrease.

The shadow of the billowing black smoke slowly descending made an idea pop up in Cyril's mind:
"The city of Hormel...won't it be directly shot down by Fisebol?!"

"If such a large city falls here, wouldn't the magic shock it triggers..."

Before he finished turning this idea in his mind, he caught a glimpse of a large piece of the city wall detaching from the city of Hormel and smashing it towards the forest below——

"Bang!!"

Amidst the loud noise, the part of the city wall where the city wall fell happened to be a section of mountain. In an instant, dust and smoke rose up, and the top of the small mountain collapsed directly under the heavy impact of this part of the city wall, turning into rolling rocks, heading towards the foot of the mountain. Smash it.

"If even the city of Hormel can't stand against Fisebor..."

He couldn't help jumping out of this idea: they didn't have much concept of Fisebol's strength in the past.But at this time, the city of Hormel gave Fisebor's power a clear ladder division in Cyril's heart——

The power of Hormel City's offensive is above the natural disaster level, but Fisebol's counterattack can destroy Hormel City in one go...

Danya above, Nora above, is this really something I can "purify"?
But even if he wants to retreat, the status quo is that he has nowhere to retreat.Not to mention what kind of hell the forest will become under such devastation, this is simply a disaster that can destroy the entire continent, the entire civilization, and destroy this era!
——No, if the power of the gods has gradually and completely dissipated on this world line, then this world...does it really have a chance to restart the next era of civilization?
This is simply the last, the end with no way out!

Cyril's heart was beating wildly, and he could even hear the sound of his own heart beating.His mind was running rapidly, just like every difficult situation he had experienced since crossing, looking for opportunities to break the situation.

But unlike any previous one, this time the "opponent" has already stood at the highest point in the world, occupying an absolute and absolute crushing advantage.

And what does he have?

All his own strength is as fragile as thin paper under such an offensive, and his only reliance is the seed that Nora gave strength to.

But for this seed to work, it can only be brought into contact with Fisebol's body...

So the question is, how can he go through the black forest soaked in filth to touch Fisebor?
What's more, the latter hasn't even shown the core part of its power...

His train of thought kept hitting a wall.One by one, the ideas that belonged to the real world and the game world were all calculated and deduced at high speed in his mind, and then quickly denied.

At the end of the thought, there was only one word left in his mind:

"bet."

He took a deep breath, pressed the hilt of the sword at his waist with one hand, turned to Sigrid, and said softly:

"Sigrid, can I ask you something?"

"What?" Sigrid frowned, looking at the young, over-the-top half-elf.

"Take Misha and the others out of the forest. The range beyond the forest is Amathir. You go to Fort Mandex and find the City Lord's Mansion..."

"What do you mean?" Sigrid interrupted him directly, "Do you want to die by yourself and let me be a deserter?"

"This is not a deserter." Cyril shook his head in defense.

"A mere half-elf standing on the Xifen Plain, without the power of blood, you are worthy of commanding me?" Sigrid's dragon horns, dragon wings, and claws were all revealed in an instant, and even his eyes turned golden. Green vertical pupils stared straight at Cyril, as if wanting to swallow him in one gulp, "If you want to die like this, why don't you let me eat you in one gulp."

But the half-elf boy was not afraid, and just replied calmly: "Is there any other way for you? Can you withstand the erosion of those pollutions? You can't even fly in such a black forest, let alone fly." We're going to get close to Fisebol."

"As a dragonborn, I can't even do it, so can you..."

Before she finished speaking, she saw a gentle halo glowing from the boy's body. When she looked directly at this layer of light, she even felt that the constant buzzing in her mind subsided a little.

"I have Nora's blessing, but you don't." Cyril replied, "This is Nora's negative emotion. Only I have the possibility to approach Fisebor and give it a fatal blow."

"But if you..."

"There are no ifs in this kind of thing. If it succeeds, naturally all difficulties will become easier. If it fails..." He cast his eyes on the dragon wing of the purple dragon, "In this era of civilization that is far inferior to yours, do you think there is still a problem?" What, can stop the end?"

"You..." Sigrid wanted to say something, but at this time she couldn't say any words of refutation. She could only stare at Cyril with her dragon eyes.

"Don't look at me like that... I think, as the current owner of the Book of Heroes, I should still have some authority to order you?" Cyril pulled out the only piece of paper in the Book of Heroes that had no trace of magic. , and shook Sigrid.

The face of the dragonborn changed slightly, and it was too late to hide it.Knowing that she had been seen through by the half-elf boy, she could only snort coldly, and then said in a low voice:
"But it is everything that will perish in the end."

"The coming of the end also takes time, maybe three years, maybe five years, or maybe even longer 20 or 50 years."

"People's life is very short, at least in this last stable time, they can get rid of all the burdens, plant a few more flowers, listen to a few more songs, and enjoy afternoon tea under the warm sunshine for a few more days. It's enough."

He turned his head and looked to the west, the direction he originally came from, where Fort Mandex was.

Sigrid noticed that there was a kind of tenderness in the boy's eyes that she had never seen before.

She wanted to say something more, but heard a voice from below: "Adrien."

Cyril looked down, but saw Yilandar coming out from under the dragon's wings—without Gru's support, he relied on the tree roots generated by the force of nature to support his dead wood legs, and moved forward as smoothly as possible.

Then, the elf, the most outstanding genius in this civilization in the past 500 years, raised his head and looked at Cyril standing on the dragon's head:

"Take me."

"Elandar, you still have your own group, your current state..."

"I said, take me." Yilandar's only remaining good eye stared at Cyril, although his voice was weak, but it was undeniably tough, "I want to compete for the authority of nature, I must I have to face Fisebol—you don’t think I can survive in this physical state with peace of mind, do you?”

Cyril was silent for a moment, then nodded.

Sigrid hummed dissatisfiedly from her throat, and no one could understand what she was thinking at this moment.And Cyril jumped off the dragon's head and got into the dragon's wings.

Miss Elf sat cross-legged on her side, she was like the one in Cyril's impression, she placed the big book on her lap, she was flipping through the pages one by one with lowered eyebrows, her slender eyebrows Underneath, those beautiful eyes reveal a tenderness that makes people yearn to melt into them.

"Gru." Cyril glanced at Gru, who understood something, then got up and walked out of Dragon Wing.

"Family." Misha raised her head, looked at Cyril who was walking towards him, and nodded slightly.

"Nora will no longer guide you in the book." Cyril walked in front of her, sat down cross-legged, and naturally took the book from her lap.

There will be no more guidance from Nora under the above ancient elf text, and the "mission" of this elf lady who has been guiding him in the name of Nora since meeting him seems to have come to an end .

They met because of Nora's guidance, and when Nora disappeared...

"The great Nora once said that all things are connected to each other because of nature." Miss Elf raised her head, the tenderness in her eyes did not seem to fade in the slightest, "We have long been bound together, your fate and mine are bound together. implicated."

She suddenly smiled, and then continued: "Have you made a decision yet?"

"It's decided." Cyril didn't mean to hide anything, "I'll go get close to Fisebol."

"Are you going alone?"

"Illandar will be taken with you. Sigrid will bring you back to Fort Mandex." He paused and continued, "At that time, you and Mia, Caroline, Elena and the others Don't stay in Amasir anymore, go west, go far away. Go to New Orville, go anywhere, go far away."

As Cyril said, he suddenly felt a warm and cool touch on his hands.

It was Misha's hand.

Her hands are very beautiful, and the appearance of an elf is perfectly reflected in all aspects. As Nora's direct blood inheritor, and a family of gods and people, her body is a natural treasure.The slender fingers rested lightly on the back of his hand, without any extra movements, just laying it like that.

"What about you?" she asked softly.

Cyril hesitated for a moment, then said: "I can't guarantee success... If it doesn't work, just press..."

But before he finished speaking, Misha's raised finger pressed his lips, blocking the next words.

At some point, Miss Elf had turned into a kneeling posture, and her upper body was leaning towards him, almost face to face, so that the eyes of both parties could only accommodate the eyes of the other party.

"If you don't succeed." She said softly, "There is only one way to succeed, fellow clan."

"You have to know that our destinies are intertwined and tightly bound together, Mia, Alina, Caroline, we are all."

"Don't you think that without your existence, those so-called beautiful lives would have any meaning?"

Cyril's pupils shrank suddenly, because Miss Elf had turned her head slightly after she finished speaking, and her lips touched her.

The moist touch has a unique aroma, and the deeper tenderness seems to have appeared in my mind.He couldn't help closing his eyes.

He is very clumsy, because the past object is also very young in this respect.The natural breath that he was familiar with lingered in his nose and mind. At this moment, he seemed to understand what "eternity" is.

I don't know how long it took before the tenderness that came together moved away.

Miss Elf gently licked her lips, which were still moist.

She knelt back slowly, stretched out her hand and took back the big book that Cyril had taken away, closed it and put it on her knees, then gently closed her eyes.

"I don't think about failure."

"I will only trust you, not just me, Mia, Alina, Caroline, they will all be like this."

"So...please do it with confidence."

"We'll all be watching your figure."

Cyril looked at her quietly, but she didn't move to do anything or say anything.

He stood up slowly, turned around and walked out of the shadow of the dragon wings, and walked into the forest that was gradually covered by the haze.

"Elandar, let's go."

He said.

(End of this chapter)