"Listen to my order?"

Cyril just stayed for a moment, and he didn't understand Elandal's move at all - Could it be that this elf elder thought that a young half-elf had the ability to command the troops?

Or did he want to hit Cyril in this way so that Cyril can understand that he is just an ordinary half-elf and does not have much capital to bargain with him?

No wonder Cyril thought too much. After all, this was a regular army that was delivered to the door for free, with more than 30 cavalry, and it was estimated that the average level was almost at the professional level. If it weren't for the small number, it would be enough to cross the entire Amasil.

Alina raised her head and looked at Cyril with her little mouth slightly open, and she couldn't hide her surprise. She touched Cyril gently with her elbow, signaling him to lean down, then tiptoed to her ear, and said softly:

"Lord, this is the first unit!"

Cyril curled his lips and didn't answer his words. Alina obviously didn't think too much about this, but her joy was real.

He had already passed the pros and cons of taking over this army at this time. Although he is now a complete rookie in battle formation, a mature army is enough to make up for his poor command skills, which is undoubtedly a good opportunity to practice.

Leading the army is also his must-pass future - before kidnapping several excellent enough battle formation masters and generals, leading the team to fight is obviously something he must do.

As for the disadvantages... I didn't expect it at all!

Don’t be idle for the elites who come to your door!

"What about you?" Cyril asked Clement, who said in a deep voice: "I will serve as your adjutant, responsible for sending orders and passing information."

He said, his face suddenly changed, and a crisp and pleasant bird cry came from the bushes beside him.

Cyril could not hear the kind of bird song. Just as he thought it was a monster, he saw Clement put his fingers beside his mouth, and he didn't see how to change his mouth shape. The melodious bird songs came from his mouth, interlaced in a long and wonderful melody, but anyone with a discerning eye could see that he was conveying information.

After doing this, Clement immediately said to Cyril: "Sir, sending a message from the front, a group of monsters broke through the tree man's defense line and were heading towards our northwest."

"The tree people's defense has been broken through? Can those monsters fly? Are they the harpies you just killed?" Cyril's heart trembled. Those tree people have the ability to mobilize the trees beside them. The blood strips are long and thick, and it can be said that it is difficult to break through their defense.

"No, the information is unknown." Clement shook his head, and the birds cries in the forest came again. He listened carefully for a few words, his expression changed, and he quickly said: "The Qingteng tribe has encountered them and is in a war!"

Cyril looked at the corpse of the harp on the ground with some reluctance. Although this cursed creature does not have many good materials, it can be sold for a lot of money if it is to be broken down and sold.

However, he did not hesitate much, turned over and jumped onto the Yinlu's back, and shouted softly:

"Clement, the whole team."

He didn't notice that Clement turned around and had a few strange brilliance in his eyes, but he immediately raised the sword in his hand.

The elves who were still trimming just now immediately left their hands behind and rode on the silver deer in one go. A joyful Alina and Misha also rode the silver deer into the array. In just a few dozen seconds, the neatly arranged silver deer square array had already followed Cyril.

"Next, our general is commanded by this adult."

The elves had only a brief commotion, but immediately returned to silence.

This execution was a little surprised by Cyril, which shows that the Silver Deer Rider is indeed an elite unit of the Congye clan - don't forget that this is a group of Clarry elves, and they have a considerable prejudice against the half-elves, not to mention that this half-elves has not shown any strength yet.

Cyril's thoughts circulated, and the silver deer under his crotch immediately took two steps forward. He cleared his throat, and the leisure on his face disappeared in an instant, replaced by an extremely serious heart.

Then he spoke loudly:

"Remember my name, Cyril Adrien."

"Next, follow my orders-"

He said, pulling out the long sword from his waist and pointing to the northwest:

"Support the Qingteng Tribe!"

After he finished speaking, he was the first to turn the deer's head, and the silver deer under his crotch jumped out lightly, and jumped onto the river beach in a few leaps. Cyril sat upright on it, as if rooted on the silver deer's back.

"What are you still standing there? Keep up, keep up!" Clement shouted and chased Cyril first. The more than thirty riders behind him reacted and followed closely behind.

More than thirty riders were passing through the woods lightly. The woods beside the river beach were not sparse, and they were not good for the superb riders, and they would not affect the speed of the Silver Deer. But Clement was surprised to find that no matter how he urged the mount to accelerate, he could not catch up with the figure of the half-elf boy who set out just a few seconds before them.

It was not only him who realized this, but the elves behind him also realized that the figure leaping in front had no intention of slowing down at all, and was even getting farther and farther away from them!

What a joke, is Silver Deer such an easy-to-harp creature? How could you ride so easily for the first time as an elf?

Clement subconsciously looked back and found that Misha and Alina, who were also newcomers, were left far behind, and Miss Misha was a purebred elf—

He changed his mind about Cyril for the first time, and then made a gesture to signal the team to slow down. Then he chased forward with all his might, trying to stop the temporary commander.

Cyril ran in the forefront not to show his hand in front of the elves. From the moment he drew out the sword, the logo of the summoning attribute panel jumped in front of his retina.

So after climbing the river, he gently touched the silver deer's head twice, signaling it to run away, and then summoned the attribute panel.

But it’s okay if you don’t look at the panel, but when you look at the panel, he was shocked!

My experience was not yet reached level 31, but now I have passed level 33 and headed straight to level 34!

This sudden increase in experience was like a gift pack falling from the sky, which caught Cyril off guard: He did not forget the fact that one-third of the experience was to be separated from the panel two, which shows how rich this experience is!

But where did this experience come from? He was sure that this was definitely not given to him by the will of the Tree of Life, and he did not spit on the way and accidentally spit out a big boss to death...

While Cyril was thinking, he heard a burst of shouts coming from behind him. He turned off the panel and looked back at him slowly. He saw Clement trying to chase him with an awkward look on his face. He finally caught up behind him and said repeatedly:

"Sir, the speed is slower, everyone can't keep up..."

Silver Deer Riding!

These three words suddenly jumped into his mind. Cyril was stunned for a moment, and the next second he laughed wildly!

The Silver Deer Cavalry is the Silver Deer Cavalry - he took over the command of this army, and the experience of the soldiers under his command will be divided into him!

This is a mechanism in [The Road of Race]. The NPC soldiers led by them are regarded as summoning units. The kills caused will allocate experience to the commander of the team!

Although I had not taken office before, the appointment given by Irandal must have been issued before they arrived at the river beach.

And how many harps have these Silver Deer Knights just killed? Eighty? One hundred? Or more? No matter how many, this is a huge value!

What is this? The pure blood elves who are reincarnated half-elves who summon the pure blood elves to help me upgrade?

Cyril smiled in his heart, but his skillful expression management made no change in his face, but he became more serious. He had already made plans in his heart, so even a trace of darkness was added between his eyebrows:

"Clement, the fellow tribes of the Qingteng tribe are still struggling to resist the opponent's attacks, but we are still here slowly. Is this the quality of the Congye clan elves!"

His low shout made Clement tremble all over. Looking at the half-elf boy in front of him, Clement began to blame himself for no reason, so he whispered:

"But... we seemed to have gone in a circle..."

Cyril's face froze, but when he urged the wind to listen, he could hear a wind mixed with fighting sounds blowing towards them, and the battle sounded extremely fierce.

So he said calmly: "Don't be stubborn when marching, this is to maximize the results of the battle. Let them follow immediately and press forward with me!"

Clement was confused and thoughtless when he heard it. Why did he be stubborn? Why did he be stubborn after you took a detour? Why did you not be stubborn after you took a detour?

But he still called the Silver Deer Knights behind him. This time Cyril did not accelerate, keeping the team in a neat formation.

A row of silver deer rode through the forest, and everyone was speechless along the way.

Clement was curious about how smart this half-elf boy with extraordinary riding skills could be in tactical tactics. He suddenly saw Cyril lifting his right fist high-

This is the gesture of the team stopping.

All the deer stopped at the same time.

Then, the half-elf boy's simple and brief command sounded:

"Draw the sword."

"Draw the sword?" Clement did as he did, looking around, without seeing any trace of the enemy. He tried to listen, but he did not hear the enemy's voice.

But Cyril's next order has come:

"Follow me."

He swung off three words in a quick way, and then the silver deer under his crotch jumped out lightly. The elves instigated the silver deer one after another, but saw the half-elf boy far ahead of them and walking at the forefront of the team.

They were still wondering why the new commander wanted them to draw their swords. As the silver deer advanced, a gust of wind suddenly leaked into their ears - mixed with cunning howlings, elves' shouts, and the sound of shields colliding with metals!

It's the sound of fighting!

Clement subconsciously wanted to hear it more clearly, but suddenly he found that the sword in the hand of the half-elf boy in front of him was hanging beside him at some point, with a strong green wind on it.

Could it be that he brought the wind over? How could it be? This thought jumped into Clement's mind and made him fall into a trance.

But Cyril did not give him any more time to think. Two words mixed in the wind and came into their ears:

“Speed ​​up—”

As soon as he finished speaking, the figure of Silver Deer, who had just kept a certain distance from the team, suddenly accelerated and was about to leave them behind. Clement gritted his teeth - what a joke, a half-elf, would it be enough to leave him behind once, and he would have to be thrown a second time?

He immediately shouted loudly: "Speed ​​up, speed up!"

In his voice, the elves clamped their legs, and the silver deer under his crotch also realized how anxious their master was at this moment, and they all performed much faster than usual. The speed of this team of silver deer riders reached the highest in an instant, and the distance of a hundred meters was crossed in the blink of an eye, and the woods ahead became increasingly sparse.

It's time to get out of the woods!

And at this moment, Clement clearly heard the sound of fighting. The weak wind just now poured into his ears. He was stunned for a moment and immediately realized the reason!

The Qingteng tribe in the northwest was in a section of valley upstream of the river beach. The temporary commander's detour made the mountain block the wind, so that he did not hear the sound of the battle clearly!

But Cyril heard it clearly! He accurately grasped the positions of both sides of the war, and what they are going to initiate now is-

Charge down from the hillside!

Clement had just figured out this point, but saw that the half-elf-young boy in front had raised the long sword in his hand. The seemingly ordinary sword was surrounded by green light at this moment, and the rapid wind condensed on it, like a bright lamp!

"Silver Deer Rider, the river beach, follow me to charge!"

The boy's clear shout came from the wind. Behind him, Clement was the first to raise the sword in his hand and shouted loudly:

"Charge, charge!"

Cyril was the first to rush out of the woods, followed by a diving hillside. The moment he rushed out of the woods, the battle below was already visible - one side was the elves' camp, and the Qingteng tribe was indeed as its name was a group of elves infantry.

They held large shields wrapped in green vines and arranged one by one. Unless they attacked with fire, they could easily deal with ordinary swords and sharp claws of monsters.

But at this time, this elves fell into a tough battle. They did not directly collide with the enemy. Around them, a huge green light shield was supported, which was obviously a natural-type elves spell.

But outside the light shield, there were balls of phantoms, rushing towards the light shield madly. The huge green light shield was hit and shone with light, getting darker and darker, and was about to be broken!

"Sir, naturally I can't hold on anymore, so I can hold on for at most... fifteen minutes!"
Chapter completed!