The first battle in Fang Plover's life was somewhat one-sided.
He had heard from Scarpe that most people would be too nervous during their first battle in Etalia. It's like the brain is immersed in ice water, cold to the bone, and blank; the uneasiness in the heart is like the whisper of the devil, making the brave hesitate, the coward going crazy, and ultimately losing his life.
Of course, a precious resurrection opportunity is wasted here.
But he himself was fine. Apart from being a little confused at the beginning, he was able to keep his composure most of the time. It was just a bit difficult to keep up with the others. He was holding a cold and bulky Type 7 flintlock gun. When he breathed in, the cold air was like a file, making his lungs sting and leaving a fishy salty taste in his throat.
There is a wall of people in front. The forest was as bright as day, and the two sides were fighting each other in chaos. The sharp howls overshadowed the clash of metals. Fang Plover saw a guard knight chasing a two-sword swordsman. The latter was of a much lower level. He was forced to raise his sword to meet the attack, one blow, two blows, and after three blows, he was struck down with one sword. His head fell to the ground, and he died with his eyes open.
Fang Plover stared into the eyes of the dead. Their faces were waxy white and their eyes were as red as agate. They were motionless, as if they were empty bodies. Until the corpse turned into a point of light, flying in the darkness like a butterfly moving its wings of light.
The Silver Forest Spear is in defeat.
Quelord led his men into their left flank, causing ripples like a pebble thrown into water. There was a shout from that direction, which was devastating, and the front line withered like a withered leaf. Wherever you can see, the cold blade refracts light, the blade bites through the metal, and the rose-colored blood is spread all over the fallen leaves, steaming hot.
Square Plover is in the remote queue.
Suddenly someone on one side shouted: "Three steps forward, from left to right, unarmored target, ready!"
Archers and crossbowmen wearing mail, gunners with shining breastplates, and rangers in green cloaks stepped on the soft ground covered with fallen leaves step by step, standing forward in a rustling manner. Then he uniformly raised the war tools in his hands - crossbows and fire guns.
Fang Yu quickly imitated the other gunslingers and squatted down, taking out a paper bag from the dusty bullet bag. He had some experience with firearms, thanks to his time as a craftsman's apprentice in Kapka.
The archers opened their bows, and there was a heart-wrenching sharp sound, like a hemp rope being tightened.
Fang Plover clumsily pulled open the copper latch that protected the red crystal stone at the core of the musket, bit open the paper package, and spat out the piece of paper with a squeak. Then pour the blood-red catalyst into the medicine chamber, then raise the musket and use an iron drill to drive the bullet into the rifle bore. Since the non-attributed crystal is much more fragile, the front loading method can only be used.
This work was time-consuming and laborious, and he was sweating profusely and halfway through the work when he heard a low cry:
"shooting--"
The bowstrings were released in unison, and Fang Plover felt a buzzing sound in his eardrums, and the arrows flew into the forest like a shower of rain.
The Silver Forest Spear's counterattack was weak, and only a few arrows flew over Fang Plover's head.
"In the second round, the third naturalist from the left, last hit." The voice shouted again.
Fang Yu then raised the musket in his hand, covered the chip flash cap and pulled out the firing pin, then knelt down and held the gun in preparation for shooting. But the left wing of the Silver Forest Spear has collapsed, retreating like a receding tide.
He lost his purpose, and so did everyone else. He turned his head to one side, and the voice ordered decisively: "Go forward a hundred feet."
Fang Plover reset the firing pin, got up and followed the others. But only then did he feel a stabbing pain in his ribs, and he felt like stars were popping up in his eyes - after the excitement brought about by accelerated secretion of adrenaline faded, a feeling of weakness surged uncontrollably.
After all, the life profession does not have the physical fitness of the combat profession.
He tried twice without success, panting and half-kneeling on the spot, his face as white as paper. No one else noticed the straggler. However, two cold eyes in the forest were an exception.
Two Silver Spear rogues, who have been lurking outside the battlefield since the battle began.
"Be careful!" Scarpet's voice came from the front.
Fang Yu raised his head and happened to see Scape holding a bow and setting an arrow. There was a trace of residual light on the bow string, and the arrow clusters were shining with a sharp blue light in the cold air. "Lower your head!" a voice shouted. The arrow hit his face, Fang Plover ducked, and a muffled groan came from behind him, followed by the sound of a human body falling to the ground.
As soon as he turned around, he saw in his field of vision a wanderer wearing fur-trimmed leather armor, covering his chest and falling on his back. The arrows were quartered, brown and black, and they were the feathers of a fine gryphon. Fang Yu took another look at the dead man's face, which was lifeless and looked like a wax figure. There was also a figure in the peripheral vision, gradually disappearing behind the ancient tree trunk. Those are the white oaks, the sacred trees of the Númerin elves.
Another wanderer. Fang Yu subconsciously raised the gun in his hand, "Don't shoot!" Scarpe was afraid that he would fire randomly and the smoke from the firearm would disturb her.
But Fang Yu didn't act like a newcomer at all. He was calm and motionless, aiming his gun in that direction.
The wind and forest fog became still.
The opponent moved half a step - the movement of the dead leaves made a rustling sound, like ripples on the water. The tip of Scarpe's ears twitched slightly, and she immediately raised her longbow and shot an arrow into the darkness. It was blocked by an oak branch, and she cursed secretly. The opponent was just within the blind spot of her shooting.
This was no coincidence. Scarpe immediately realized that it was an experienced wanderer——
"Ed..."
She was just about to give a verbal reminder. Fang Yu suddenly turned in one direction. He tilted his head and pulled down his goggles at some point. "Wait, don't-!" Scarpet was shocked.
She looked to the other side, just in time to see the wanderer moving between the trees like a shadow. At that moment, Fang Plover pulled the trigger, and the fire suddenly appeared, making the surroundings dark, the roar was deafening, and the smoke suddenly filled the air.
"Oops!"
This is what Scape is most worried about. The trajectory of the ballistic missile has been pre-calculated with her reconnaissance skills, and the lead shot will fly through the space between the second and third trees, missing the thief by only half a step.
A strange thought suddenly came to her mind: "It's actually quite accurate..."
At this moment, a golden track flashed in the darkness, attracting Scarpe's attention. The track drew a more flexible line through the woods than imagined. The experienced wanderer who was destined to avoid was slightly startled by this sudden accident - which made him make an irreparable mistake - and paused between the second and third white oak trees. The lead bullet hit him in the chest, and he screamed and flew out.
The rogue who flew out left Scarpe's shooting blind spot. Without thinking, Scarpe raised her bow and fired, and an arrow passed through the opponent's throat in mid-air. She then retracted her bow and turned her head.
In the darkness, the golden track drew a very elegant semicircle in the forest.
Fang Plover raised his hand and caught the brass ball with a click. It was only then that the silver rails on his gloves began to reset slowly one by one.
He slowly retracted his hand, opened his goggles, and let out a long breath with a pale face.
"...Clockwork Fairy?"
Scarpe read something subconsciously.
She walked over quickly and asked with a complicated expression: "...Did you use the clockwork fairy to interfere with her judgment just now?"
Fang Plover nodded. Then he showed his white teeth very cheerfully and smiled ostentatiously: "How about it, Miss Scarpet, were you looking particularly handsome just now?"
"You handsome guy!" Scarpet was so angry that she slapped him in the face: "What are you doing behind you?"
Fang Yu covered his head with an aggrieved look on his face: "I definitely can't catch up with you, I only have a small living career."
Scarpe didn't listen to this guy's nonsense. She walked over and took out a big bag of money from his arms with a bang: "It's weird that you can catch up with us with this thing. I'm not asking you to digitize the money." What are you doing with it, waiting to die?"
Fang Yu scratched his head in embarrassment. He couldn't say that he was a stowaway and did not have the quantitative data capabilities provided by Glow Device. It's so embarrassing to say this, even if I beat him to death he wouldn't speak out.
However, Scarpe rarely pursued it and sighed. "It would be nice if you had magical adaptability."
Fang Yu didn't care and looked at his seven-type musket. "Speaking of which, this gun does a lot of damage, Miss Scarpet."
"High?" Scape was shocked, and she even forgot her original words. This was the first time she heard someone praise this old antique for his high attack.
"I just did 30 damage with one shot," Fang Plover looked at the musket in his hand with some unfulfilled interest: "It's several times higher than when I usually use the Clockwork Fairy to humiliate people."
Thirty damage, Scarpe looked at this guy as if he was a retard.
She nodded: "That's true."
"It's really high?" Fang Yu couldn't help but feel a little flattered by the rare recognition.
Scape shook her head: "It's really embarrassing."
"ah?"
The battle soon came to an end, and the Spear of the Silver Forest transformed from a rout to a rout.
The people of Dawn Star did not choose to pursue them. There was no grudge between the two parties, and the mercenaries only died for money. When the last silver flag disappeared into the forest, the forest fell silent.
There is a light mist in the forest at night, and the ancient branches behind them are snarling and clawing, and are strange and strange. It is reminiscent of the bedside stories that are widely circulated in the Cape St. Anthony area - werewolves, vampires and dryads on the night of the full moon.
The moon tonight is just big and round, and the moonlight is like a flower.
Fang Yu packed up the seven-type musket and glanced at the other people who were cleaning the battlefield from a distance. He felt a little envious in his heart - but he could not use 99% of the equipment dropped by the Silver Forest Spear. It was surprisingly cold tonight, and the cold air was still filled with blood, as if chewing a hint of raw sweetness in the mouth, like the taste of rust.
At some point, Querod came to the side from behind and looked ahead silently with him. Fang Yu unexpectedly turned around and saw this tall, silent man carrying a huge sword on his back and holding a flat kettle in his hand.
"Mr. Quelord, you drank during the mission again."
"Here's water, boy."
"Water?" Fang Yu looked at him in disbelief, thinking that this man from a fighting nation had changed his temper.
"Water of life, vodka," he handed over the flask in his hand. "Want some?"
"...Miss Scarpete will kill you if she sees it."
"So don't tell her."
The square plover has a black line on its head.
"A boy will never become a man if he doesn't drink." Querod glanced at him. "How's it going? Are you still used to fighting?"
"Not bad." Fang Plover nodded.
Querod nodded and replied: "I heard Scarpet say it was a very exciting battle."
Fang Plover scratched his head a little embarrassedly. "Miss Scarpet said, the other party is just a rookie, it all depends on luck."
"Rookie?" Querod glanced at him, shook his head and said nothing. He didn't tell Fang Piao that they met the main members of the Silver Forest Spear. The reason why the battle went smoothly was because the liaison officer played too well.
And the rogue that Fang Plover killed was no ordinary person. Scape checked the opponent's emblem and found that the opponent was at least a professional captain.
"It seems to be very cold tonight. It's only the end of summer. There's already a layer of frost in the forest. I remember it doesn't snow in Talun in winter." Fang Plover looked at the surrounding forest fog and said suddenly.
Querod took a sip of wine, spit out the white mist, and the mist blended into the forest, and replied: "No." He walked forward.
Seeing this, Fang Plover followed suit, stepping on the humus soil full of fallen leaves, like a mat, soft and thick. There was a broken sword stuck in front of him. He stood up and pulled it out. It was a Kaolin long sword. The mirror-like blade had the emblem of White Oak City on it, and it was tempered with bright flames - in Before quenching, use a chisel to carve this mark on it.
He held the sword in his hand and turned the blade. The blade was about three fingers wide, and the blade slowly closed in. It was well made, and the bright light reflected on his face, reflecting his calm expression.
"It's a good sword," Querod turned back to look at the sword in his hand, "It's a pity that it broke."
"But it's not a combat tool."
"Maybe, but combat equipment may not be good."
Fang Plover threw away his sword and asked, "I'm curious, why didn't the people from the Silver Forest Spear build fortifications inside the ruins?" He looked in that direction, and the elven ruins were looming behind the mist. "Isn't it more convenient to defend there?"
"Perhaps they haven't had time yet, and the Jeffrit red team will not just let it go. Both sides want to occupy this ruins." Querod took a sip of wine and replied: "Maybe there is really something in this ruins. Important things." He suddenly asked: "By the way, do you know the other party?"
Fang Plover nodded. "The Silver Forest Spear's association in the second world is very famous in China. It's called the Silver Forest Crown. It also has two branches, called the Silver Forest Shield and the Silver Forest Staff, both of which are affiliated with the Wind Whisperer Club."
Querod was silent for a moment and replied: "It seems like something big must have happened in the second world."
"Why?"
“Don’t you care about the community?”
Fang Plover sweated furiously, he wanted to see it too.
Fortunately Quelord did not delve too deeply into this issue. "More and more large guilds are returning to the first world from the second world. This is not a good sign," he patted Fang Plover on the shoulder. "You haven't experienced the Battle of Bain thirteen years ago. You will understand then."
Fang Yu was stunned. "Battle of Byrne?"
Querod shook his head.
He shook the kettle, turned it over, and found the bottom. Looking through the kettle, he happened to see Scape with an angry face parting from the mist and walking over, and hurriedly hid the kettle behind her back.
Scarpe glared at him and asked the two of them seriously: "Have you seen that woman?"
Quelord was stunned for a moment.
Fang Plover reacted before him and asked: "Are you talking about Mia, Miss Scarpe?"
"She disappeared. I asked people in Group A, and someone saw her leaving alone after the battle." Scarpe looked at Fang Plover, "That woman is unreliable, she is from the Grand Guild, and We are not the same, Ed."
But Fang Yu didn't seem to hear the second half of the sentence. "Miya is missing?" His heart skipped a beat. "I'll go look for it!" After saying that, he ran towards the forest without looking back.
"Wait a minute -" Scape Scape looked at the young man's back disappearing into the mist, and retracted her hand angrily. "This boy."
"What's going on?" Quilod asked.
"Someone saw her entering the ruins alone. God knows what happened." Scarpe showed a worried look. "That woman is not simple at all. That guy Ed doesn't understand anything at all. I'm worried that he will get a bloody head on it."
Querod stroked the stubble on his chin, his two thick eyebrows almost knitted together, and pondered for a long time. "Did you see it too?"
Scarpe nodded. "The pair of war blades she gave Ed were clearly the weapons of the Dragon Knight, so I——"
Quelord interrupted. "Let him go, Scape, boys have to go through some setbacks." He lowered his head and looked at his girlfriend with very gentle eyes. "You are becoming more and more motherly. Let's have a child, Scarpet."
Scarpe was stunned for a moment, then her blush gradually infiltrated: "You, what are you talking about? Don't you plan to continue taking risks?" At this point, she suddenly stopped and looked at her boyfriend steadily. "Quelord, are you going to stop?"
Querod nodded. "Haven't you noticed yet?"
"So many big guilds have poured into the First World, and I'm not blind," Scarpe hesitated. "But……"
Querod didn't say much, just held her hand.
Scarpe leaned over, pressing her body against his broad chest. "Okay, actually I have this idea too. After all, no one would want to experience what happened thirteen years ago again. But I just want to stay a little longer. You know, Ed is really talented..."
"You want to take him with you for a while?"
Scarpe nodded.
"But he doesn't have magical adaptability."
Thinking of this Scarpet, he became a little angry and muttered: "So I want to persuade him to become an alchemist honestly, but that guy's head seems to be carved from granite, and no oil or salt can enter it."
Querod burst into laughter: "If you say you don't convince him, he is serious. He will leave the adventure group after this mission." He looked in the distance, the temperature continued to drop, and the fog in the forest was becoming more and more misty. concentrated. "He has his own way, I know that."
"Yeah, just like you, annoyingly stubborn."
Querod chuckled and only gently shook his girlfriend's hand.
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