Sunset.
The sea of trees reflects the sunset, the sparse clouds on the horizon are golden and clear, as if they are on fire, and the whole sky and earth are orange. The eastern sky is like a gradient curtain, from light blue to dark blue to dark purple, and then twinkling with starlight, the blue moon rises from the direction of Hailin. On the dome of the sky, some deep curtains are dotted with a colorful and dazzling galaxy.
Quelord sat alone on the rotten tree, sipping his wine and quietly watching the sun sink below the mountain col. The rays of light receded layer by layer, and the forest began to become dark, with some strange luminous plants appearing here and there. Under the curly trombone fern in the distance sat a few shy little creatures - forest fairies. They looked at these humans curiously from a distance. The huge chalk rock below is actually a rock giant. It moves its body from time to time to stop the annoying winged lizard behind it from constantly trying to crawl into its gill holes.
When Quelord saw Scape coming out of the tent, he quickly carefully put away the water bottle, stretched out and prepared to stand up. The goblins in the distance screamed in fright, and all turned into scattered light spots and disappeared into the darkness. The rock giants were so shocked that they shook their bodies. The winged lizard that was trying to climb up lost its footing and fell.
The small movement here finally caught Fang Plover's attention, and he turned back to take a look. It was just after eight o'clock, and the atmosphere in the camp entered the state before the war. Although the mission has not yet been finalized, the leaders of each team have begun to contact their team members, roll call, and gather together. The remaining people are also checking their weapons and equipment.
Fang Plover himself is also making final preparations. The alchemist carries a lot of belongings, two huge boxes filled with various kinds of things, so Scarpe specially allocated a beast of burden for him to use. The last combat equipment to be checked was placed together with the rolled-up tent, located on the top of the saddlebag of the beast of burden, with two huge rattan boxes hanging next to it. He spent a lot of effort not taking those things down.
Fang Plover couldn't help but patted the Taisof dragon lizard beast in annoyance and motioned for it to squat down a little.
But the Tesov dragon lizard beast carrying so many heavy objects snorted heavily, obviously very dissatisfied with his move. Fang Yu almost laughed angrily: "Good guy, you have a bad temper."
He was about to use the ultimate method - but then a white and slender hand entered his field of vision. The hand gently held the handle of the box, and helped him lift the pair of boxes as if they were weightless, and then put them down. On the ground.
Fang Yu was stunned for a moment——
The quiet girl came to him at some point and turned back to look at him with a peaceful expression. She is almost as tall as a square plover. Her long, smooth and gorgeous hair is like a piece of silver satin that reflects the starlight. The tips of her hair are curly. A pair of canine pointed ears stand up vigilantly on the top of her head. Her soft white fur is slender and soft. .
Her skin is flowing with the color of milk, her beautiful face is like petals under the moon, containing crystal clear dew, which is a cold and clear spring under the slender eyebrows, and her star-like eyes are always telling a meaningful song. of poetry.
When Fang Plover's eyes met that quiet and elegant look, his heart immediately started beating wildly.
"...M-Miya?"
This mysterious girl is the temporary commander sent by Flor. She is also the liaison unilaterally responsible for liaison with other teams participating in this mission: her Chosen bloodline is the forest people of the wilderness country Lotao - although Lotao implements a closed-door policy, the Chosen people are obviously Not subject to this restriction.
She is quiet and reserved, like an elegant and aloof female wolf - but she is actually very easy to get along with, but she doesn't like to talk. She doesn't usually interfere much in the daily affairs of the adventure group, and she is a great beauty, so everyone in the team likes her, and almost no one has any objections to this 'Miss Commander' who fell from the sky.
Except Miss Scarpet.
Miss Scarpet always suspected her of ulterior motives. Of course, Miss Scarpe can't trust anyone in the big guild, but Fang Pliance has reason to believe that she is targeting Miya more out of a petty jealousy among women.
Fang Piao only knew the ID of Miya. She didn't seem to be a member of the Jefflite Red Team, but the Descendants of Flor were originally a Chosen Alliance composed of more than ten guilds, and they came from some other guild. Nothing surprising.
Because he was responsible for the maintenance of combat equipment, Fang Yu could often chat with her. This time it caused the perverts in the regiment to cry and howl, clamoring to change their profession to alchemists. However, this unhealthy trend was quickly suppressed by Miss Scarpet.
"When will my war blade be repaired?" Miya's voice was soft and unhurried, much like the wind blowing slowly through the forest.
"Ah, it has been fixed. The overload of the power structure is easy to solve, but the level of the Swift Gear is too high for me. I made a temporary compensation plan. Although it does not affect the use of the war blade itself, the combat equipment's Swift Burst' skill..."
"Blocked?"
"Well, I'm sorry." Fang Yu scratched his head in embarrassment.
"It doesn't matter. I know the condition of my own combat equipment best. You've done a good enough job. Besides, the chat has to have a beginning, right?"
"What she means is...she wants to chat with me?" Fang Yu's mind went blank.
But he immediately became elated again. Like all big boys at this age who are full of confidence and fantasies, they are always full of too much deconstruction and misunderstanding of beautiful people of the opposite sex.
Miya raised her head and looked at the thing on the back of the Tesof dragon lizard beast, and said, "Let me help you."
"Ah, no need..."
Miya glanced at him and shook her head: "You can't do it, the alchemist's power is too low."
How can a man say he can't do it? But when Fang Yu saw her pulling off the tent roll as lightly as if she were pulling out a page of paper, he twitched his lips and was speechless.
This can only be blamed on the setting of the world itself. The attributes of life occupations are not much different from those of ordinary people in reality, and combat classes often have very high attribute bonuses. Of course, those like Querod and Miya are easy to handle. That is generally more powerful.
However, this world has never been deliberately designed to be like this. Human beings have never grasped the laws behind its operation. In fact, it has been like this since the first batch of chosen people came to this world.
No one knows whether the new world formed naturally or was created by someone else. Is it a game of high-dimensional civilization, or is it a natural universe that exists at a higher level?
Everything is like a mystery.
As if she could feel his gaze behind her, Miya lowered her head and said, "Take this moment to repair your clockwork fairy."
"Ah good."
During the day, the clockwork fairy just ran out of magic power and just needed to recharge it. Fang Plover opened the shell and pulled out the pillar crystal inside, inserted it into the slot on the magic furnace behind him, then raised his head and watched Miya holding up the alchemy tools for him.
She half-crouched on the ground, checking the tools carefully while continuing: "You control the Clockwork Fairy very well. Some formal alchemists may not have this level."
"...Actually, it took me a long time to learn it, about three months?"
The Clockwork Goblin is a special magical tool that can only be manipulated by alchemists. Its appearance is a spherical structure, composed of two upper and lower brass shells. It is driven by a magic-filled non-attributed crystal pillar inserted into its core. Two pairs of artificial cicada wings that vibrate rapidly and are connected by hinges enable flight. At the same time, the remote sensing stone embedded in the shell can achieve a certain degree of visual link, which is very convenient for investigation.
However, controlling the clockwork goblin is a very complicated task. It took Fang Plover a long time to become proficient in controlling it. This progress cannot be said to be slow, but it is definitely not fast. It is said that professional selectors can get started in just half a month, which is still average.
Miya stopped and turned her head, and Fang Plover could just see her almost perfect side face, with her skin translucent and jade-like. She asked: "Really? I heard that you don't have magic adaptability?"
"……Yes."
"Actually, there are many chosen ones who do not have magic adaptability. The synchronization of glow stones also varies from person to person. Some people have particularly good synchronization, but some are almost unable to synchronize. In addition, you know that magic adaptability has What does it do?"
"Ah, I know this, because most of the special powers in the new world come from the alchemy inherited from the ancient times, whether it is the 'magic tool' that is commonly used as a tool, or it is used as a weapon The core of 'war tools', or those large-scale 'battle-level weapons', is driven by formulas that convert magic power stored in crystals with different elemental attributes. Therefore, when using these tools, people need to have the corresponding attributes The adaptive nature of magic power, otherwise it will cause irreversible damage to the body."
"In addition, I also heard that the fire magic power is more suitable for melee combat equipment due to its explosive power and aggressiveness, so most of the people with adaptive fire magic power are warriors, such as Mr. Querod. People with adaptive magic power of the thunder type have sharp reactions. Usually they are archers and gunslingers, such as Miss Scarpet. There are also those who are adaptable to water magic with strong recovery power, and those who are adaptable to earth magic with high durability."
"Finally, most of the 'magic guides' used as tools for manipulation are driven by non-attribute crystals, so ordinary people without magic adaptability can also use them, but they must also have relevant professional knowledge."
Miya looked at Fang Plover, who was very familiar with these 'common senses', without saying a word. After the other party finished speaking, she quietly asked: "That's more or less the case, but since you also know where your advantages lie, why?" Don’t you want to stay in the safe zone and be a life-career? There are many outstanding people among the life-career selectors.”
"That's because I want to take risks," Fang Plover smiled nonchalantly: "I've been like this since I was a child. It's impossible for a person like me to stay calm. Even if I don't have magic adaptability, I can still choose to be a An alchemist who works with the adventure team."
Miya listened without comment. She calmly took down the last heavy object and placed it on the ground. Then she took out a star dagger and said, "Please help me repair this dagger as well."
"Ah, now? It may be too late."
"It doesn't matter, you can cultivate as much as you can."
"This dagger..." Fang Lian then saw the dagger handed over by Miya and couldn't help but be speechless. The dagger was covered with criss-crossing scars - he couldn't imagine what it would take to turn an extremely strong war tool into this. look.
"Miya, what is your battle equipment...?"
Miya said nothing. For a moment, Fang Yu didn't know if he had seen it wrong. He seemed to see Miya being a little embarrassed in a rare way. After a while, she explained: "Due to my profession, my fighting style may be a little more aggressive."
Fang Yu then remembered that the opponent's war blade looked almost like this a week ago. He secretly looked at the other party, and it was really hard to imagine how "radical" the fighting style of such a quiet and elegant person would be.
"The dagger will not be maintained well for a while, but after this mission you will leave our adventure group, right?"
Miya replied: "There's no rush."
"Not in a hurry?"
"Yes, I'll leave it at your place first. It doesn't matter." Miya looked at the things she had sorted and nodded: "The others should be ready soon. Let's meet in the camp."
Fang Yu quickly stopped her: "Wait, Miya."
Miya stopped, turned around, and looked at him.
Just as Fang Yu was about to say something, the night sky above his head suddenly became brighter, interrupting what he was about to say. He raised his head and saw a golden line crossing the dark sky. The bright light was reflected in the dark pupils and fell towards the north.
"That's..." Fang Yu was stunned.
"...Battle level, it was delivered from the Holy Serpent. It seems that the battle has already begun."
With this light reflected in her eyes, the girl raised her head and said. Then she withdrew her gaze and looked at Fang Yu quietly, as if waiting for his next words.
"That me..." The sudden situation made Fang Plover a little flustered: "Actually, it's nothing, I just want to say... pay attention... to be safe." After saying this, he just wanted to give himself a slap in the face, and then he said something inexplicable. What the hell.
The other party looked at him without saying a word, and the bright light just outlined the expressions of the two people at this moment in the interlaced light and shadow. Fang Yu lowered his head in embarrassment.
"Same for you." She turned around and left a faint message before leaving: "Ed, this industry pursues geniuses. Without talent, there will be no future in this circle..."
The girl's figure gradually disappeared into the melting moonlight.
After a long while, Fang Plover came back to his senses from his sluggishness. In the direction Miya left, the moonlight passing through the tree trunks and low-hanging branches and leaves looked mysterious and deserted. Green and fluffy moss covered every raised place, stone or dead wood.
Just like what he saw during the day.
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Rainbow Alliance, Silver Forest Spear main camp.
"Captain, the Holy Snake is still cruising back and forth between the two areas A430275 and A430289."
"Report, two regiments of Jefflite's Redcoats are moving forward on the south bank of the Gorgon River."
In the not spacious marching tent, the chandelier on the ceiling swayed with the vibration of the ground, and the attendants of the Silver Forest Spear had to protect a large pile of paper documents and maps on the table. From time to time, a herald pushed the door open and passed by his colleagues who were leaving.
KUN looked up.
"Don't move, it's out of focus again," not far from KUN, Hongcha pushed up his glasses, with a hint of irritation in his brown eyes. She raised her hands and pointed a window invisible to others at the former: "You are twenty-seven or eighty years old, why are you still as frizzy as a child?"
KUN frowned.
"Don't frown, it's so ugly."
The former took a breath of air: "Black Tea, stop taking pictures now, this is business."
Hongcha fiddled with the air disapprovingly - although in the eyes of others there were only some staggered colored lights, he replied: "That's not possible. This is the decision of the club above. Of course, you can also try to convince the investors. As a member of the guild, Star players, they might give you a face.”
"They only give money and face."
"As long as you know."
"But they're not here now!"
"This doesn't mean that I won't do my duty," Hongcha replied, "I have a very professional ethics."
"But why do I think you seem to be enjoying it?" KUN looked at her with a dark face.
Hongcha arched her eyebrows and tried hard not to laugh. She didn't want to make the other party angry: "It's nothing, it's just routine. Okay, you can continue to care about your own affairs, but remember not to show any unnecessary signs." expression."
KUN grimaced.
The people around him lowered their heads and snickered.
At this time, a messenger hurriedly came in and said: "Captain, the wind element detector has just detected that the target at the position of A430275 has deformed, splitting from one into two, one of which is smaller. What is the initial estimate? Something separated from the Holy Serpent."
The tent suddenly became quiet.
"Slider!"
KUN and Hongcha looked at each other.
Hongcha also realized the seriousness of the problem and put down the 'lens' in his hand: "Do you want to inform the General Assembly?"
KUN shook his head: "Don't worry, have you calculated the delivery direction?"
The messenger nodded: "The landing point should be in the southeast area of the ruins."
"Wait, ruins?" Hongcha was a little surprised: "Isn't that inside the ruins..."
"Do you have any details on the distribution of troops there?" KUN interrupted her.
Hongcha thought for a moment, "There is half a group over there. They just entered that area not long ago. The scouts sent back the news in the afternoon."
"About forty people," KUN repeated: "Interesting, these are not the main force of Jeffrite's red team, but mercenaries?"
Black Tea nodded.
"Interesting," KUN walked to the table, gently flattened the edge of the sheepskin map with his hands, and said to himself: "People of the descendants of Flor should know very well that I am here. This is a cover-up... or there is something more. Many intentions?"
He traced his fingers over the rough map and looked up. "Prepare manpower."
"Wait a minute," Hongcha stopped him. "KUN, the two regiments of Jeffrite's Redcoats are still on the south bank of the Gorgon River, and that thing in the ruins...?"
But KUN replied: "So this is a conspiracy. It doesn't matter, just pass on the order. If anything goes wrong, I will be responsible."
Hongcha was stunned for a moment, then nodded.
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