Repel, speed up, and then... the charge of the whole team!

Cyril made such a decision for less than a second - when he turned around to fight back the armor, his light had already seen the armor on the ground beside him move slightly.

Just this glance, the rich experience made Cyril know that this magical plain, no, at least one monster in this square will be awakened as long as one of the monsters is awakened!

Under such a premise, even if he could chop off the armor smoothly, he would not be able to block the siege of the remaining armor.

Although Cyril himself did not form a team, he had never eaten pork and had seen pig runs, "Desperate Tomb" and "Carl Errus's Coffin", these are all very famous undead copy, and the lower copy must bring a large group of healing and sufficient magic input.

At this time, their lineup composition, unicorns and centaurs, were all reckless men in melee battles. Memphira was another elf ranger. The real magic profession was only that unreliable half elf Raz...

With such a lineup, why should we fight with a group of high-level elite necro creatures?

Speed, their advantage, is only speed!

The natural creatures from the Ellekin jungle shook their four hooves and ran forward. No one dared to stop and face the siege of a group of undead armor. Even if they didn't look back, they could hear the dense iron armor "bang! bang! bang! bang!" sounded, and one step slower, and it was possible to be dragged into the monster group.

Cyril widened his eyes and looked forward. There was nothing on the white bridge behind the arch. At the speed of the Silver Deer Rider, Centaur and Unicorn, rushing through the bridge was not a big problem.

But before rushing to the long bridge, there is still a pass to block them-

The armor that was leaning against the arch was particularly tall, and the battle axe was deeply embedded in its chest. On the bent flagpole in its hand, the broken flag was dancing wildly in the inexplicable wind. The damaged battle flag was only two or three pieces of fabric left, and it should never be able to make the sound of turbulence in the wind.

But at this moment, in the boy's eyes, there seemed to be a few black crows docked on the rapidly rolling flag. The black bird eyes stared at him, magnifying infinitely in his eyes, as if they were about to occupy his entire eye socket...

He felt a dazed moment and closed his eyes unconsciously. When he opened his eyes again, he saw a piece of silver armor dyed red by the sunset light. From front to the end of his sight, they were densely filled with figures.

In the center of the team, there was a pitch-black flag facing the dim red light of the sunset. The flag was shaking in the wind. There were only a few thin silver lines of wild grass on the black-bottomed flag, outlining a crow flapping its wings!

He was pushed by the army and walked forward incessantly. Then he heard a desolate and low trumpet sound coming from behind. He wanted to look back, but he felt that his neck had been welded to death and could not turn back at all.

After the desolate trumpet, there was an obscure and elves. At the forefront of the team, someone raised the weapon high, and then in front of him, all the armor was drawn out of the weapon - a slender silver sword, bathed in the twilight, as if bathed in blood.

Immediately afterwards, a burst of elf shouted:

"The king's court is behind us, and we have no way out. Fight!"

So, the roar sounded everywhere:

"war!"

"Nora is on the top, fight for the noble nature!"

"war!"

The big flag was shaking in the increasingly violent wind, and the silver crow on the flag seemed to fly out of the flag in the next second and fly towards the bloody sunset.

All the shouts remained in my ears:

"Fight! Fight! Fight!"

Standing in the tsunami of mountains and seas, he felt his whole body trembling, and his hand touched his waist uncontrollably. There should be nothing, but at this moment a war knife was hanging there. Just as he felt his hand was about to touch the hilt, a burning temperature suddenly came from his neck.

Cyril suddenly reached out and grabbed the gem on the nameless necklace. At this moment, the gem on the nameless necklace became extremely hot, but the moment he touched it, it turned back to warm and cold, as if nothing had happened just now.

The half-elf boy suddenly came back to his senses, and Alina heard a scream of excitement:

"Lord, hurry up and avoid it!"

He looked forward, but found that the armor that was still sitting under the arch had stood up, only a few steps away from them, and the flagpole in his hand had been swung, as if it was a sweeping gun, hitting Cyril, who was the first to be hit!

And there are no crows on the flagpole?

Cyril then realized that he was trapped in an illusion. If it weren't for the nameless necklace, he might have been pulled off the silver deer. The blonde girl on the side hurriedly drew out her long sword, and the cold aura condensed around her, preparing to block the attack for Cyril.

"Thank you, Alina!"

He shouted loudly, seeing the flagpole that was waving towards his chest, and suddenly stretched out his hand to pat Yinlu's neck. The silver deer under him lowered his head and rushed forward, while Cyril's figure fell down like a sideways, half hanging on Yinlu's body, allowing the flagpole to wipe over his back!

The girl next to her almost stopped breathing. She finally saw Cyril sitting back on Silver Deer's back and exhaled a long breath.

But the half-elf boy was not proud at all. He was lying in the center of the arch, and he didn't have to worry about the armor behind him, but only this flag holder must repel him before he could pass through the arch!

As soon as he fell from the silver deer's back, the silver deer had rushed to the front of the armor. He could clearly see how the rough and ferocious battle axe was embedded in its chest, where there was only a wisp of nothingness, as if everything could be swallowed up.

He did not hesitate at all. While slapped the deer's head, the sword slashed hard towards the axe handle. The only response to him was the sound of metal and iron intertwined, and a creeping whine.

He vaguely felt that the wailing sound was inexplicably tragic and familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had heard it, but time no longer allowed to recall it-

The light silver deer immediately changed its direction of progress, almost rubbing her armor and passing by Cyril's position, and finally stopped steadily under a white pillar beside the arch, while Alina, Memphira and others had already stopped here.

But not everyone will take such a way to avoid war like Cyril. At least Irugel will not - the centaur leader is full of anger. At this moment, he sees Cyril slashing out a sword and jumping to the side. He is even more dissatisfied. He swings the long halberd high, even saving those fancy spins and smashes straight towards the armor.

"Bang!"

The long halberd fell on the shoulders of the armor without bias, but the armor holding the flag did not even tilt. With an inexplicable whimper, the flagpole had been pulled out again, hitting Yirugel's waist.

The centaur felt a huge force attacking, and his body suddenly tilted, almost knocking the whole horse to the ground. He forced himself to control his body, stumbled back aside, covered his stomach, and then a mouthful of blood was spurted out.

Just one meeting, the centaur leader was defeated!

Cyril looked at everything that was happening in front of him in surprise. He thought that with Irugel's level of level 50, he could at least cause some damage to the monster that should be the little boss.

But he didn't expect Irugel to lose so badly.

The Golden Boat and Irugel's strength were comparable. It was stopping beside him at this time and did not dare to move forward rashly.

How can this pass? You must know that this is the first scene of the magic plain. Behind the long bridge, there is a huge city hidden in the fog, but they were beaten to run away in the first level.

What about those armors?

Cyril suddenly realized this problem. He turned around and was glad to see that among the armor, there were only a few scattered people slowly moving towards their direction, most of them staying in place. This was called "free from hatred" in the game. Obviously, his decision just now was right.

At least they have no worries.

The flag holder in front of him also stood in front of the arch, motionless, and would only react when the centaur tried to approach—

Cyril's thinking suddenly became active. He stared at the flag holder for a long time and suddenly had an idea.

"Alina."

"Here!" The blonde girl was always highly alert and immediately responded.

"How is your memory? Do you remember what others say and what they sing?"

"This..." Alina showed a difficult expression, and finally lowered her head and said, "If I insist on remembering it, I will try my best to remember it."

"Where is Memphira?"

"Me? I can remember the sound of arrows breaking through the air." The captain of the Chenxi Forest Team seemed to have a bad expression and said in deep breath.

Cyril shook his head, he slammed the sword in his hand, and was about to lean on himself to step forward, but heard a weak voice beside him:

"Sir, if I'm just memorizing the sound, I'm still a little confident..."

In an instant, several gazes fell on the person who made the sound, and the half-elf whom Cyril pulled to make up the number!

Raz Raphael!

"I am a bard..." He saw so many eyes focused on him, his voice trembling a little, but continued: "Although I'm not very popular,... this is my expertise."

Cyril looked at him for a moment, reached out and patted him on the shoulder: "You are the ones."

"Me? What am I?"

While Raz was still stunned, Cyril had reached out to grab him and pulled him towards the direction of the flag holder. Raz was completely panicked. He wanted to push Cyril away, but how could he shake the physical fitness brought by Cyril's knight bonus?

"Half-elf, will you just let others die first?"

Irugel had recovered from his god at this time and was resolving the bruises with the help of other centaurs. Seeing Cyril's movements, he couldn't help but say.

But he immediately saw Cyril stop and shake the sword in his hand. Irugel subconsciously thought that the half-elf boy was coming to cause trouble for him. He was about to lift the long halberd, but he saw Cyril pat Raz and asked:

"Stand here, can you hear the sounds coming from around that thing?"

"ah?"

"I ask you, can you hear clearly?" Cyril repeated again.

"This distance..." Raz estimated, and finally nodded, "It's enough to hear clearly."

"Okay, then it will make a strange scream. You must remember and repeat it to me later."

"Ahhh? What does it mean? It makes a sound?" Before Raz could react, he saw Cyril running towards the armor with his sword in his arms.

He could only hold his breath and watch Cyril's movements quietly-

The moment Cyrill stepped into the flag holder five meters around the flag holder, the flag holder immediately reacted. The broken flag pole was held in one hand by it, and the flag was trembling inexplicably. The next step was to sweep out like before and pull towards the waist of the half-elf boy.

But Cyril's figure shook in front of it, suddenly twisted for a moment, and then disappeared out of thin air. The flagpole that the flag holder had just raised was put down again!

Irugel's dissatisfied eyes widened, and Raz almost exclaimed, but he remembered that this was not the first time he had seen Cyril's movements, so he became quiet again and stared at what would happen ahead.

Shadow World.

Escaped into the shadow, Cyril could clearly see the ball of energy body in front of him, which was jumping violently like a fire, representing the flag holder.

He quickly moved forward. The undead identity in the second panel did not give him a reduction in the attraction range of the undead creature in front of him. This shows that the enemy's trigger condition was not racial identity, but "entering its sight range."

Of course, there is no need to worry about how the empty head has a range of sight. All Cyril has to do is to use stealth to press into the side of the flag holder.

Three meters, two meters, one meters, eight meters, one meters five meters!

Within this range, the energy emitted by the blazing fire made Cyril feel the fluctuations from the shadow world, and correspondingly, his figure has already appeared in the present world in a twisted and emerging world-

Forced to break the hidden secret!

The flag holder only realized that a mouse quietly touched its side. The trauma in the chest immediately made a violent sound, and a whine like Devil's crying sounded at Cyril's ears, and the flagpole had also swung towards Cyril.

But he was not surprised at all about being discovered. It would be better to say that there would be ghosts if he was not discovered. The long sword was raised in his chest, and the green light condensed on it in the blink of an eye. It was familiar again. The power-cut version of the wind blade had accumulated again, and then it swung to the chest of the flag holder!

The moment the blue wind collided with his chest, a hoarse sound, like the sound of the knife sliding across the metal surface, made Cyril's body full of goose bumps, and at the same time, a more violent wailing sound rang out.

At the same time, the flagpole was already on the side of Cyril, but the blade in the wind that was out of hand would not restrict Cyril's movement. He was short and drilled past the flagpole. Then he locked Raz, who was standing not far away, launched a charge directly, and injected his power into a small cannonball in an instant, and in a blink of an eye, he left the five-meter range of the flag holder.

"How is it? Have you remembered it?" Cyril asked loudly before he could stand firmly, grabbing Raz's shoulder.

"I've remembered it!" Raz nodded vigorously, "This should be a mixture of horn sounds and... a language similar to elves, probably like this..."

He then began to repeat the obscure syllables spit out of his mouth, but the first syllable sounded, and he saw Cyril's expression change, as if he had fallen into something strange, and whispered at the same rhythm:

"The king's court is behind... we have no way out..."
Chapter completed!