When Fang Plover returned to the ground, it was still late at night. What you see is an ancient hall with solemn and towering stone pillars, with three rows in front and back.
There are dots of stars on the top of the pillars - there are still stone vaults in some places.
The clear light shines between the stone pillars. The upper half is moon-white, and the capitals are carved with gorgeous buttercup leaves. The lower half gradually fades into darkness. It takes two or three people to hug each other. Even the stone base below is much higher than him alone.
He carried Scarpet out of the hall.
Outside is a square with lush vegetation and scattered stone slabs. Two rows of stone pillars extend into the distance, with varying heights. Shrubs submerge the white boulders, surrounded by forests and dim moonlight.
The end of the field of vision seems to be the center of an ancient city, full of tall buildings. Even if the buildings are gone, only broken walls and ruins are left, and some of the glory of the past can be vaguely seen.
He no longer knew where he was, but luckily he could see a broken tower in the distance, standing in the forest—he knew that was the direction in which the glider fell.
Fang Plover walked down the high stairs, Scarpe put her head on his shoulder, and had already fallen asleep. He was the only one left in the huge ruins, and the hollow sound of footsteps struck in his heart.
He accidentally kicked a piece of gravel, and it rolled down, making a horrifying sound.
The moonlight slanted in the east, and the shadow gradually lengthened. He stood on the ground and stared at him for a long time. Something indescribable seemed to emerge from the darkness, but luckily it was just an illusion, and only his rustling footsteps remained in the square.
Fang Plover only saw a gray fox, which looked a bit like a wolf. He glanced at him and ran away.
Passing through a forest, I saw a sparkling lake in front of me. The blue moon hung over the lake, a light blue silver glow. There are some stones scattered around the lake and an arched wall, incompletely telling the story of thousands of years.
He was startled for a moment. Normally, he would stop and appreciate the beautiful scenery, but now he lacked the mood. Miss Scarpet's breathing was very steady, but this did not mean that her injuries were getting better, but that she was getting weaker and weaker. Fang Yu was really afraid that she would not be able to sleep.
Fortunately, he knew that the Dragon Knight had more or less healing abilities, mainly to protect the operator. He didn't know what category the Blade of Tara belonged to, but that was at least his best hope.
He was vaguely anxious and worried about the situation of others. Then I heard a burst of intensive gunshots coming from the front, and little lights flashed in the forest in the distance.
Fang Plover was startled and hurriedly hid behind the ruins. Then he realized that the gunfire was not directed at him; because gunshots also rang out from the other side immediately, as dense as fried beans, not inferior to the former at all, and interspersed with explosions. of flash.
Only then did he realize that there were people fighting, and there were quite a few of them. He guessed it was the Jeffrit Red Team and the Silver Forest Spear - they were actually fighting in the ruins? Fang Plover was a little surprised.
He was a little worried that someone would notice this, but at the same time he was looking forward to a team of people coming, preferably with a healer. But nothing happened, and Fang Plover found with a headache that both warring parties were blocking his path.
Fortunately, there are ruins and buildings everywhere here, so there is no shortage of hiding places.
The night is already half over, and the moonlight is like weaving, and the color is as smooth as milk.
The forest was filled with smoke.
There was a choking smell everywhere, not the smell of saltpeter and sulfur, but the smell of tinder powder, an alchemical catalyst. After getting closer, Fang Plover could really distinguish the people on both sides - the red team seemed to have suffered a big loss. The ruins were full of people wearing silver shirts, dividing and surrounding them.
Not far away, there was a small group of people guarding a temple in Jeffrit, but it looked like they wouldn't be able to hold on for long.
When Fang Piao saw this scene, he didn't know whether he was happy or worried. In his opinion, it was best for both parties to die together. But he also knew that this idea was unrealistic. After a while, he saw a female selector looking this way in the direction of the temple, and his heart suddenly jumped - that was a healer.
A new idea immediately came to his mind.
While putting Scarpe down, he gently leaned against the wall, picked up the Type 7 musket and touched it quietly. He observed that there were four people in the temple: two warriors, a crossbowman, and a healer.
The four of them were all wearing brown smocks, and there were no feathers on their three-cornered hats. They looked like only peripheral members of Jeffrite. The people who besieged them were naturally not that strong. There was an obvious gap in the defense in one direction, but they were only under pressure from other directions. Those few people never discovered this.
Fang Yu saw that there was only one archer and one gunner stationed there. After a closer look, he found that the other party was a first-level professional, and he was relieved. The first-level profession does not exceed level five, and the seven-type musket in his hand can completely pose an effective threat.
He loaded the bullet in an orderly manner while keeping an eye on the situation outside. He saw that the archer seemed to be moving. The location he chose was a window. He raised his gun by the window and aimed at the opponent's neck.
A faint aiming assist baseline emerged in his field of vision——
Fang Yu shook his hand and almost dropped the gun. How does he have a selector interface? But when he looked carefully, the faint line had disappeared. He couldn't help but rub his eyes, suspecting that he was hallucinating.
After such a delay, the archer had already left his original position. He couldn't find where the other party was hiding, so he had to turn his target to the gunslinger. He took a gentle breath and calmed his hand.
There was a gunshot.
He was only sixty feet away from the gunslinger, and the other gunman had his back turned to him. Although the Type 7 musket was very old in all aspects, the accuracy of the rifled rifle at this distance was still guaranteed.
The shot hit the opponent's left shoulder, where the power of the lead bullet exploded, and the gunslinger fell down without saying a word. The sound of gunfire attracted the attention of the four people in the temple. They looked in this direction and couldn't help showing surprise.
Fang Yu quickly stood up and waved to those people.
Only then did those people notice the gap here, and couldn't help but look surprised. "Brother, thanks!" They evacuated the temple, crossed the street, looked up under the window and asked: "Man, are you not from the red team?"
"I'm a mercenary, and I'm on the same side as you," Fang Plover replied, "I got separated from the others. Someone here is injured and needs treatment urgently."
"Mercenary?" The soldier was a bald man with a shiny scalp and a very honest look. "No problem, can you help me?"
Fang Yu didn't think much, leaned over and reached out his hand.
But before he could fully lean out of the window, a huge force from behind pulled him back. At the same time, a crossbow bolt flew past where he originally stood and was nailed to the ceiling.
"Don't believe them." He heard a weak voice coming from behind.
Fang Yu ignored the shock and turned around in surprise, "Miss Scarpe, are you awake?" Scarpe had no blood on her face, and her hands were as pale as bones. She held him tightly and said breathlessly: " Let’s go!”
Fang Luo saw Scarpe looking at him steadily, with a burning light in her eyes, clearly determined to die, and he couldn't help but feel very uneasy: "Miss Scarpe?"
"Deceiving mercenaries into entering the Dead Zone to serve as cannon fodder would be a scandal if this kind of thing spreads," Scape said intermittently as if she had not heard anything: "Never reveal the identity of a mercenary in front of other people, anyone in the ruins None of them are credible, what they are afraid of is the video in our glow stone equipment, only dead people cannot speak."
She put her hand on her right cheek, her expression uncharacteristically peaceful and gentle. A faint light emitted from there, and Fang Yu saw a golden crystal being guided out and gradually emerging in her palm. Scape raised her head and stared at him.
"This is my glow stone. After I die, I can't take this thing out with me. You can export the image inside -"
"But……"
"Stay alive and let me see what your adventure group is like."
Scape sat against the wall, raised her hand with all her strength, and adjusted the collar of the big boy, with a warm look in her eyes.
Fang Yu opened his mouth. He wanted to tell Scape that he couldn't produce an image at all - because he was not an official selector and had no system. But looking at the other party's eyes, the words were stuck in his throat and he couldn't say a word.
He looked at the glow stone in his hand silently, put it in his pocket, and put it away solemnly.
There was the sound of climbing outside the window, but Fang Plover seemed not to have heard it. He was a little silent for a moment, and he couldn't tell whether he was sad or angry, but he was not surprised, he just felt a little ridiculous.
The Chosen Ones are the pioneers of a new era.
Humanity's hero.
Scape pushed him: "Let's go."
Fang Yu shook his head and without even looking out the window, he carried Scarpe on his back without saying a word: "I'll take you away."
"Silly boy."
Scarpe didn't object and smiled softly.
"Hold on to me, Miss Scarpet." Fang Pliong reminded in a low voice.
Scape knew what he was going to do, so she hugged his neck tightly and closed her eyes, like a candle in the wind. Fang Plover retreated in the other direction, freeing his hands to reload the seventh-type musket.
The crossbowman finally climbed up from the window. He raised his crossbow and was about to shoot, but Fang Plover was faster than him. He raised his gun and fired in one go.
When the fire suddenly appeared, a cloud of blood mist exploded from the crossbowman's chest, and he rolled backwards. There was a burst of angry curses from below. "She's very handsome." Scape closed her eyes and murmured in a low voice: "I really know a good girl, little guy, do you want me to ask Querod to introduce her to you..."
Her voice gradually became fainter.
Fang Yu didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and replied: "Let's talk about it after we get out of here alive." What he thought of was the figure of another girl.
But Scarpet didn't respond.
"Miss Scarpet."
"Miss Scape?" Fang Plover shouted twice before finally understanding what happened. Her cold hands were wrapped around his neck. There was no pulse or heartbeat. She looked like she was sleeping, with her eyelids drooping and her long eyelashes closing together naturally.
Fang Plover froze on the spot.
The sounds outside seemed to disappear suddenly. Many bits and pieces of memories came to his mind at once. He begged every passing team to take him on adventures in Kapka and Rodel. He stayed there for a full six months, most of them I have been living on the street for a long time, but no one can take a fancy to a newcomer, a guy who has no magical adaptability.
Only one team accepted him.
That little adventure group is called Dawn Star.
He turned around, put Miss Scarpe down from his back, who had lost all her warmth, and leaned against the wall gently, as if she was still alive in Etalia. He held the Type 7 musket tightly in his hand and said nothing.
Then he took a step back, pulled the latch, and smashed the magic gun against the stone. The entire gun and the magic crystal inside flew out.
Fang Yu tore open his robe, wrapped two layers on his hands, and picked up the hot attributeless crystal - the smell of burnt cloth instantly filled the air. He turned a deaf ear and took out an unfinished clockwork fairy from his pocket, opened the shell, and dismantled the structure of the clockwork fairy itself, leaving only the part that controlled the hinge.
Then he took off the firing device of the magic gun, put it into the shell of the clockwork fairy, connected it to the hinge, then tore open the paper package and filled in the catalyst, and finally stabilized the overheated magic crystal. The floor was installed where the visual connection crystal would have been.
After doing all this, he stood up.
Outside the window and downstairs, the two soldiers looked at each other in confusion as they looked at the bodies of their companions.
They thought Fang Plover must have escaped, but someone killed one of them for no apparent reason. They took out the crystal pendant and typed in: "Captain, we found someone from the Dawn Star Mercenary Group."
Canghai Guzhou: "Star of Dawn? I don't have time to care about this now..."
But after a while, he sent another line of text: "Wait a minute, why did they come here, have they been dealt with?"
"It is said that they got separated, but we were not very lucky and that kid escaped."
Canghai Guzhou: "Stupid, why don't you just chase after me?"
"Don't worry, captain, some of them are seriously injured and they won't be able to go far, but we need to apply for the right to use battlefield reconnaissance."
Canghai Guzhou: "Okay, I will talk to Kaka."
If it's Kaka, then of course there's no problem.
The warrior couldn't help but touch his bald spoon excitedly. Kaka is the most talented rookie among the generation of selectors trained by the club. It is said that the opponent is not yet a combat craftsman, but he can already skillfully manipulate clockwork fairies. Even in the history of a club like BBK, this is a rare talent.
He was thinking about how to establish a good relationship with the elite selectors in the guild when he heard an exclamation: "Be careful above!"
It is the voice of the healer.
The two soldiers raised their heads together and saw Fang Plover looking at them coldly from the window. "Go to hell." He threw the clockwork fairy in his hand down with all his strength.
"Clockwork Fairy?"
The bald warrior was slightly startled.
But Fang Yu had already pulled down his goggles.
The hinge drives the firing device, which accurately hits the chip flash cap stuck on the other side of the shell. The alchemical formula on it is instantly ignited, pushing the catalyst to burn violently, injecting magic into the attributeless crystal in the center.
The non-attribute crystal had already been overheated, and just as Scarpe had warned him, it suddenly expanded and then exploded.
The shock wave tore apart the fragile shell of the clockwork goblin, tearing it into countless tiny fragments along the alchemy lines on it, and spread in all directions.
That was the entire process that was completed in an instant——
Accompanied by two extremely shrill screams.
…
Kilometers away——
The young man suddenly lifted his goggles. He shook his head vigorously, his childish face looked like he was at least fifteen years old at most, his messy black hair looked like withered grass as if he was malnourished, his face was listless, and there were heavy dark circles under his eyes.
"What's wrong, found it?" Canghai Guzhou is now far less glamorous than before. His body is dusty, his bright red blouse has been singed, and his beautiful sword has been lost, leaving only a gorgeous figure. scabbard.
Although this appearance could not be called abject, it was not far off.
But the only thing worthy of praise is that, at least for now, he can still be said to be calm - even after being ambushed by the legendary 'all-seeing one on the battlefield'. Then again, how many commanders in the country have not been ambushed by that man?
But Canghai Guzhou didn't think this was an honor, he only thought it was a huge shame.
The young man shook his head: "I found it, but it's of no use."
He described what he saw.
"Combat craftsman?" Canghai Guzhou shouted in disbelief: "Are you mistaken? That adventure group is a little transparent in the area of Kapka and Rodel. How can it be possible to recruit combat craftsmen?"
The young man scratched his hair and replied nonchalantly: "That's probably because I made a mistake."
The way he spoke was like the most rubbish alchemist Canghai Guzhou had ever seen. But God knows that this is a future star that the club has spent a lot of money to cultivate, and his status in the guild is even higher than him. He shook his head, and there was really nothing he could do about this guy's laziness: "You go on first Keep an eye on that guy and don’t lose him.”
The young man nodded.
Only then did Canghai Guzhou raise his head and deal with the most difficult problem in front of him——
In his field of vision, scattered people in silver shirts appeared in the ruins in three directions. Yes, they were surrounded, and he thought that it was impossible for the 'Mr. Legend' to guess his intentions.
But the other party not only guessed it, but also guessed it accurately.
He gritted his teeth and stared at the person in the crowd - the legend of the Crown of the Silver Forest, the All-Seeing One, KUN. Although Canghai Guzhou really didn't want to admit this, he had completely lost this battle.
"They seem to have stopped, leader?" Someone suddenly said at this time.
Canghai Guzhou was also slightly startled. He also found that the Silver Forest Spear's offensive had stopped. This was completely illogical. Then he heard a voice amplified by magic echoing on the battlefield.
"I would like to ask, who is the commander of Jeffrit?"
KUN's voice is not high-pitched, neither fast nor slow.
Only then will people think of it. This gentle man is not only a top commander, but also a star selector from the second world, and he is also the only dragon knight in the Silver Forest Crown.
Canghai Guzhou only felt that his face was red.
But he still stood up confidently: "That's me." He looked at the other side, thinking those people would laugh, but he was wrong, no one laughed.
At that moment, Canghai Guzhou suddenly felt a huge gap in his heart, which was even more uncomfortable than being laughed at.
Because he understood that in people's eyes, being defeated by that man was not a ridiculous thing at all - because it was natural.
He was in a daze for a moment, until a hand held his shoulder from behind. The hand was thin, but slender and powerful. The boat in the sea was stunned for a moment before realizing who it was.
"Qiao Li?" KUN's voice was also stunned: "I didn't expect you to be here. No wonder this battle is more difficult than expected."
A bit harder than expected.
Canghai Guzhou felt that his face was hot, and he wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl under.
But Qiao Li shook his head: "Our commander is solely responsible for commanding this battle, and I have no contribution at all."
KUN looked at the young man with some surprise - considering the career of a selector, he was not very young. "Good command," he praised: "It looks like BBK is about to rise too."
Canghai Guzhou was completely stunned. But the legendary Crown of the Silver Forest did not have this in mind. He shook his head and said, "Your Excellency, Commander, I propose a truce."
"armistice?"
"Because there are spies on both sides of us, someone has already entered the central area under the ruins."
"What?" Canghai Guzhou was shocked: "...that thing?"
Before he finished speaking, the entire forest floor suddenly shook violently.
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