The rotating light on the crystal pendant is gradually dimming.
A trace of complacency flashed across Canghai Guzhou's face, his frown relaxed, and he raised his head to look at the others. "Our liaison officer has news. They entered the ruins from the southwest and fought with a main force of the Silver Forest Spear." He held his head high, and his dark red silk robe exuded softness. In the light, every armor scale was polished to a bright shine, there was no stain on the belt, and the gems hanging on the hilt of the long sword sparkled.
From the moment he became the branch's tactical analyst, many people told him about the deeds of the three top tactician masters in the country. Among them, KUN, the All-Seeing One, is the most important. The Crown of the Silver Forest's brigade is the weakest link among the ten major guilds, but under his leadership, it rarely loses. Those people talked endlessly about each other's miraculous battlefield intuition, but he was tired of being alone in the sea. In his opinion, these people's fame was just due to the circumstances.
Naturally, he respects the first generation of Aitaria's forerunners like everyone else, but he is very disdainful of the successors. He calls them an unlearned generation. The wild era of Aitaria has passed, and in the future, the world will surely be dominated by those with a professional background like him - who have both talent and solid theoretical knowledge.
As for the so-called 'seniors' who are just looking for fame and reputation, they are just a group of guys who only know how to rest on their laurels.
There was no hero at that time, so Zhuzi became famous.
The forest is full of ancient white oaks. These old and dense tall trees are said to be the resting place for the souls of the elves of Numelin. The branches are lush and entangled with each other, and the trunk seems to form an old face. In the shadow, there grows a patch of light-pod mimosa and the symbiotic flower alfalfa.
The dim light reflected many faces.
Everyone was dressed similarly to him, with a dark red smock embroidered with a golden dragon with outstretched wings. People were waiting for his next words. But only one voice interrupted suddenly: "So where is the Silver Forest Spear?"
It seems that the lonely boat in the sea has been waiting for this question for a long time. "The progress at the Silver Forest Spear is also going very smoothly. The insider had earlier reported that the 'Mr. Legend' had brought people into the ruins. However, the 'Mr. Legend' had a very sensitive sense of smell, and he was very interested in Gore. The two main groups on Gonghe Beach are in a state of indifference." After saying that, he looked at each other proudly.
Qiao Li looked indifferent and argued with reason: "When you enter the ruins, you don't necessarily go to the A2 area. The other party is KUN, the all-seeing one. I suggest you be careful when sailing the ten thousand year ship."
Canghai Guzhou frowned and glanced at this old-fashioned knight displeased. The man was quite old, about forty years old, with a haggard appearance, but a resolute expression. His outer robe was frayed in many places and turned white from starch. There were three tassels of one gold, two silver and three tassels embroidered on the left chest - that person had participated in the competition. Since the establishment of the Jeflett Red Team, they have had three famous battles and obtained the symbol of meritorious service from them - the golden one represents the famous Battle of the Lions.
This one thing is enough to make Canghai Guzhou go crazy with jealousy. He looked at the knight's long withered palms, and maliciously guessed whether the knight could still hold the sword steadily. After the selector turns thirty-five, his synchronization with the glorious equipment will decline sharply, and his own reflexes and energy will decline sharply. It has also passed its peak period, and most of the draftees will choose to retire at this stage.
The guild kept Qiao Li because it valued the veteran's experience and stability, but Canghai Guzhou felt that this was a kind of restraint on him, and he felt very unhappy, so he targeted him everywhere.
"If you don't go to the A2 area, where else would you go? Don't forget that our cannon fodder is heading towards the 'Dragon Knight'. The 'Mr. Legend' doesn't know what's going on here. Unless there's a spy among us, "Canghai Guzhou stared at Qiao Li and raised his voice: "No one would be suspicious of an enemy that does not exist, and we theoretically 'do not exist', Mr. Qiao Li, don't you think so?"
Jory shook his head. "It's just a theory, but it may not be the case for the all-seeing KUN. Assuming that he is not fooled, it is entirely possible for him to guess our intentions - there are only three ways to enter the ruins, and he can set up an ambush on the only way, or At least leave an eyeliner. I have seen many such cases. Normalcy does not exist for the all-seeing one."
Canghai Guzhou chuckled and said: "I think you know tactics well, why don't you take command?" He then sneered maliciously: "I guess it wasn't cowardice that made you win that golden ribbon in the Lion War. Or have you become less courageous after your synchronization with the Glow Equipment declined?"
His words made most of the people present change their expressions. Irreversible decline in sync with the glow equipment is a taboo among every selector, especially for veterans. Very few people would expose scars nakedly like this. .
Jory was shaking with rage, but he finally calmed down. He turned around without being humble and arrogant, and wiped his hand on the tree trunk. The frost melted and made his palms wet. "I'm just warning you to be cautious. It does not hinder your command," he turned his palm and faced the others. "The temperature is getting even lower tonight, and that thing might appear too. The situation inside the ruins will be very complicated."
"That thing will be our helper," Canghai Guzhou didn't mind. "Okay, I don't want to talk nonsense. Since you agree, let's act according to the original plan. After we avoid the A2 area, we will get the things and evacuate in an orderly manner - if everything goes well, maybe the person who will be there when we return to the Holy Snake 'Mr. Legend' hasn't reacted yet."
After seeing what happened to Qiao Li, no one objected.
Only Qiao Li looked at the young man talking indifferently and shook his head slightly.
More people gradually walked out of the forest. They were wearing red smocks and three-cornered hats with a white tail feather on the hat. It was as if the Musketeers of Louis XIII had stepped out of the historical scrolls.
But these guys are the real Jefflett's Redcoats -
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Fang Plover walked out of the forest with a depressed look on his face.
Quilod stopped him: "How are you, have you found it?" Fang Plover shook his head. “Everyone has asked, but it’s still no use, and there’s nothing around unless we expand the scope.”
"There is no time," Querod had already expected, but he did not reveal it: "The follow-up troops of the Silver Forest Spear will arrive later, and we must enter the ruins immediately."
"But what about Miss Miya?"
"Ignore her," Quelord handed the backpack back to him. "Ed, in fact, she has little goals on her own. It might be safer to stay outside."
Fang Yu was stunned for a moment, and could only agree with this statement, and nodded lightly. He was actually not worried about Miya's safety. After all, this was Etalia, but he felt a little empty for a moment.
He originally thought this was a rare opportunity to get closer to his sweetheart.
The remaining elven building is a moon-white outer wall that stretches across the woods. It is tall and straight. The wall is covered with wisteria and ivy leaves, making it lush and green. Under the vines is exposed marble material. The texture is very fine, as gray as pottery, and the surface is full of cracks and vicissitudes of life.
The members of the adventure team walked under the wall one after another, and the thick pine needles absorbed the sound of their footsteps, making them silent.
Only Fang Plover stopped and raised his head. Thousands of years were reflected on the wall, as if there was an ancient echo lingering here.
Later, Scape hit him on the back of the head with a knife: "Quickly go!" Fang Pliong could only follow the others dejectedly. In front of the forest, there are branches and vines, claws and claws intertwined, and aerial roots intertwined into a network, growing under the collapsed wall.
Others climbed up the gap, almost forty feet high. With Querod's help, Fang Plover climbed up with great effort. Normally, this great achievement would excite him for a while, but now he looked depressed.
Querod saw that he was not in a high mood, so he patted his shoulder from behind and asked him to look back. Fang Yu was stunned for a moment, then turned around panting.
The scenery in front of me is so beautiful.
Looking out from the top of the wall, the forest extends to the horizon. The dense sea of trees is connected to each other. A silvery glow shines like the sea and waves under the quiet moonlight. The wind blows in the night sky, and the purple wall of clouds slowly moves northward. There is a clear ridge line on the horizon, and the moonlight appears and disappears behind the clouds.
Fang Yu opened his mouth slightly, staring at the scene with countless thoughts.
This is the world he dreams of——
He couldn't help but subconsciously take a step forward, and the emotions in his heart disappeared. But Scape quickly pulled the crazy boy back and scolded: "What are you crazy about? Don't you want to live?"
Only then did Fang Plover realize that he had almost walked under the gap. He couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat and turned around to look at Scarpe with gratitude. The people nearby laughed when they saw this: "This kid is the same kind of person as us, Scarpet."
"Indeed, in terms of heartlessness," Scarpet shook her head. "They're all crazy."
"After all, people who don't yearn for adventure will not come to this world, Scarpet."
To this answer, Scarpe rarely refuted, she looked at the forest and sea in the distance with soft eyes.
Fang Plover was even more convinced.
"It's a pity that Ed just doesn't have magic adaptability." Someone said again.
"Otherwise, he must be an amazing combat craftsman!"
The guys started discussing it all, but they didn't take the Silver Forest Spear seriously. However, when the joy was extreme, someone suddenly shouted: "Be careful, someone is coming over here!" Everyone turned around, and then they discovered that a small group of Silver Forest Spear people appeared behind the arcade on the north side.
The opponent should have advanced along the corner of the northern ruins and suddenly appeared there. They obviously discovered the Dawn Star people first. The small group of gunmen walking at the front raised their guns and started shooting. Fang Plover saw two rows of firelights coming out of the darkness in that direction, smoke rising, and lead bullets like a shower. Scanned over as well.
Someone fell down at that time. Querod used his giant sword to block the bullets fired at Fang Plover, while shouting: "Hold still, someone will protect the elementalist and the alchemist!"
Two Dailin Shield Guards carrying large shields ran over and raised their large shields to block Fang Plover.
There was a jingling sound on the shield, and Fang Plover quickly went to get his seventh-type musket, but Scarpe rushed over and held him down, covered his ears and shouted: "Don't move!"
Only then did Fang Yu realize his importance in the mission, and he honestly retracted his hand.
He looked back and saw that the long crystal in the hand of the elementalist not far away was glowing. Bullets rained down from the top of the wall. Archers, crossbowmen and musketeers faced each other's firepower and shot at the people of the Silver Forest Spear. Stone chips flew, smoke and dust were woven, and people fell down from time to time.
Relying on the advantage of being condescending, the opponent's firepower finally became sparse after a while.
"Seventy feet!"
Quelord ordered calmly, the giant sword in his hand was like a silver sword, and the lead bullets tinkled and splashed water.
The shield guard in front of the elementalist turned aside, and the former threw the crystal in his hand forward - the long crystal seemed to have its own kinetic energy, turning into a stream of light and flying between the two parties. It exploded thirty meters away, and the dissipated etheric magic energy formed a large-scale water mist, blocking the line of sight on both sides.
Both sides were very experienced, and the shooting stopped almost involuntarily.
There were a few gunshots on the opposite side, but they soon fell silent——
Only smoke and dust were scattered in the night wind.
"Let's go now!" Scape saw this and pushed Fang Plover from behind, and at the same time thrust something into his hand. Fang Plover took it and took a look, only to find that it was a slow-fall device - a very commonly used magic device. The non-attribute crystal inside can be used three times after being charged.
"Thank you, Miss Scarpet."
He didn't waste any time. He untied his huge backpack and threw it on the ground. He put the metal box on his back and connected the leather tube and bolt to the magic furnace behind him with a click. He walked briskly to the wall and took a look below. The wall was higher on this side, a full fifteen meters.
Fang Plover has never skydived.
But he didn't have the slightest bit of fear in his heart and took a step forward without hesitation. Scarpe wanted to remind him from behind, but before she could say anything, she saw this guy jump down.
She had never seen such a bold newcomer before, and she really gritted her teeth: "This kid..."
Fang Plover only heard the whistling of the wind and a soft click behind him. He felt his body lightened and his falling speed suddenly slowed down. He turned around and saw a glider wing spread out behind the metal box. The wing was light and thin, like spider silk - but in fact he knew very well that it was a web of etheric magic.
The magic furnace behind him is starting to get hot, the indicator on the glove is spinning like crazy, and the magic power is decreasing rapidly. This is the biggest shortcoming of the non-attribute crystal - the magic power reserve is too low, and the output power is far from enough.
Fortunately, the slow-fall structure was just an ordinary magic device, and it finally landed before the magic furnace was overloaded.
He quickly closed the valve and let out the coolant steam. The hot gas almost made him withdraw his hand, and then the temperature of the core crystal began to gradually return to a stable level. Looking up, he saw that the members of the adventure group were descending one after another, much more calmly than him.
Scarpe, who was also carrying a wounded person, slid down the dense aerial roots. With ease, she came to Fang Plover in a few ups and downs, and threw the huge backpack to him.
Fang Plover quickly caught the backpack.
"Don't stop, go to the ruins!" Scarpe pointed in one direction, where there was an elven arcade covered with vegetation, submerged under a large hematite fern. Fang Plover nodded and ducked into the dense forest.
There was a clear sound of gunfire behind him, and he looked back. The people of the Silver Forest Spear were rushing out of the fog, and were beaten back by a row of volleys. Fang Plover did not dare to stay any longer. He separated the feathery leaves of the tall hematite fern and walked into the depths of the ruins.
Scape saw him disappear, then turned around and called others to take away the wounded.
Behind the dense forest is a street that existed from ancient times - on both sides are old and damaged buildings. The roots of towering ancient trees are intertwined with moon-white stones. The branches are lush and leafy, and a large number of aerial roots are laid out like a network of pipes. On the ground, it looked a bit seeping under the cold moonlight.
The surrounding area is mysterious and quiet. There are crumbling stones everywhere with incomplete patterns on them. However, I have not stayed here for an unknown amount of time, so these stones are covered with moss and Selaginella. Fang Plover walked through the ruins on his hands and knees. He saw that the elven arcade was always on his side, and judged his direction accordingly.
A giant bird flapped its wings and flew away from the towering tree crown. He was startled. When he raised his head, he saw that it was a huge Talon White-necked Crow, and he couldn't help but cursed secretly.
There is a deep ravine in front of it. The bottom of the ravine is covered with gravel, which looks like it is part of a temple. It does not look like it was formed naturally. However, Fang Yu only glanced at it and didn't think much about it. He didn't dare to stop and walked forward along the edge of the ravine. It didn't take long before he found a passable 'bridge'. It was actually the roots of an ancient oak tree, spanning the ravine like an elven arch bridge.
Fang Plover looked around. The forest far and near was deserted. There were a few rats under the ravine, their plump bodies swaying in the moonlight. The Talon white-necked crow had flown to an unknown place at this moment. Only the shadows of lush trees were left above his head. The ruins were completely submerged in vegetation. If it weren't for the remaining elven buildings, he almost thought he had returned. The forest outside.
He then took off his backpack and took out a roll of rope to tie it up. Then he carefully climbed up the roots of the ancient oak with the rope and moved over little by little. When he reached the other side, he dragged his backpack from the bottom of the ditch by the rope.
This action was so tiring that he was sweating profusely. He opened his backpack and checked, and found that a set of alchemy utensils had been smashed, including a very expensive crystal retort. Fang Plover's heart was bleeding.
He picked out the shards of glass and threw them away, then sat there and rested for a while. Just as he was wondering why the others hadn't caught up yet, a generous hand suddenly pressed on his shoulder. Fang Plover was so frightened that he almost screamed. When he turned around, he realized that it was Quirod who was silent. He and Scarpet I don’t know when I caught up.
Behind the two of them, other people also came out rustlingly, parting from the ferns not far away.
Fang Yu breathed a sigh of relief and asked, "How is it?"
"The Silver Forest Spear people didn't catch up." Querod shook his head.
"Then what's next?" Fang Yu looked around. He really didn't expect that the ruins would be so big.
Scape turned back and asked the others: "Did anyone see the direction in which the Holy Serpent's glider crashed?"
"I saw it. To the southeast, the glider hit a broken tower there." someone answered.
"I saw it too."
People echoed.
Querod looked in the direction of the mist. "I know that direction, it's not very far. There's no time to waste. We'll hit the road after the alchemist is almost rested."
"I have no problem. In fact, I have already rested for a while," Fang Plover replied, "But I have a question."
Querod looked at him and gestured to him.
Scape frowned and thought for a moment, then said from the side: "Querod, the people from the Silver Forest Spear appear very strangely."
Querod was stunned for a moment, then nodded. "They did respond a little faster." He thought for a moment and then asked, "Then what are you worried about?"
Scape shook her head. "I just think there were too many surprises tonight."
"I think the people of Silver Forest Spear have a purpose," Fang Plover thought for a moment and composed his words. "Mr. Quelord, why didn't they catch up? I was curious before, what is in this ruins?"
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