Fang Plover kept switching the pictures in his field of vision. Rain and leaves were rushing towards his face in the darkness. Since he did not have night vision, he let the clockwork fairy fly very low. And soon, he saw the picture he wanted.
A dazzling bolt of lightning was falling from the distant sky, reaching up to the sky and down to the forest, making the whole world ablaze.
In the swirling rain curtain, several panicked faces came into view—twenty or thirty people, fleeing forward while looking back. They moved forward over the bushes in the pouring rain, and then the light faded and everything fell into silence again, leaving only the sound of raindrops in the darkness.
Fang Yu was slightly startled. The people he saw were unarmed, and their attire did not look like adventurers, but more like local aborigines. These people are not so much here for their own group as they are fearing and escaping from something.
"What's happening here?"
With a slight movement in his heart, he made one of the clockwork fairies hover, and the other three fairies suddenly accelerated, passing over the heads of these people and flying behind them.
The thopter made a subtle but sharp mechanical buzz as it accelerated, and its four separate feathers swept across the rain curtain, bringing up a thin line of water.
Among the people on the ground, a young man raised his head in confusion and stopped where he was. An iron gauntlet stretched out from behind him and patted his shoulder.
"Eior."
Fang was stunned for a moment before he realized that this was a Sufino language, a unique nasal accent of highland people. This sentence means 'go quickly -', these people are indeed aborigines and a minority living in Talon.
The system automatically adjusted his language system so that he could understand the following conversation.
The person who spoke was the only one in the group who was armed. He was an older and resolute knight, with a two-handed sword slung across his back. His black hair was streaked with silver and his eyes were steady. He pushed the young man, and the flaky shoulder armor reflected a faint watery light.
"Lord Protector, I heard something just now."
"It's a squirrel."
"That's definitely not the sound of a squirrel, sir, it was up there, I heard it." The young man said a little excitedly.
"Okay, no matter what it is, let's go, those things are going to catch up." The knight raised his head and glanced at the dark tree crown, and the rain fell on his face, gathering into a stream and pouring into the armor.
Suddenly, someone screamed from behind.
"They're coming!"
The sound was as shrill as a mourning crow.
The knight pushed the young man away, and the young man stumbled forward a few steps and turned around. Amidst the pouring rain, a little green fluorescence appeared on the other side of the forest. They gathered into a sea and surrounded them from behind.
It’s the undead—
Fang Plover saw clearly that the green light spot was actually the empty light in the skeleton's eye socket.
He couldn't help but sucked in a breath of air - densely packed undead appeared in the forest, so that countless dim lights floated together, forming an endless sea of light. The bones are thick and close to each other, as if they have just crawled out of the soil. Wearing tattered armor, holding a rusty sword and longbow.
Slowly and neatly, they crossed the forest step by step in the pouring rain.
Why are there so many undead? Fang Plover said nothing, raised the five fingers of his right hand, and the clockwork goblins dispersed and flew deep into the forest. He looked down at the entire forest and saw only countless bones, like a silent torrent.
"Mr. Dickert!" the young man shouted anxiously.
"Take everyone out of this place." The knight replied calmly, and he glanced at the young man. "Come on, I promised your father to take you out."
The young man hesitated for a moment, but he also understood that there was no point in staying. He looked behind him, gritted his teeth, turned around and left.
An arrow flew out of the darkness.
The knight stretched out his hand and struck out, knocking the arrow away. Several civilians were running past him in a panic, and at the other end of the forest in the distance, a row of skeletons holding long bows appeared neatly.
"not good--"
Seeing this, Fang Yu secretly thought that something was wrong, and hurriedly asked the clockwork goblin to lower his height, trying to interfere with the undead shooters.
But a little late.
The skeleton longbowmen all stopped after walking out of the forest. They tilted their heads and raised their heads. Fluorescence flashed in their empty eye sockets, like a ghost fire. They made a cackling sound, and then raised their long bows——
There was a heart-wrenching sharp sound.
The young man turned around and was horrified when he saw this scene and shouted: "Be careful, Mr. Dickert."
The knight turned his head and glanced at him lightly. Then he turned around, raised his right hand and stretched it behind his back. His fingers just touched the hilt of his slender sword. He raised his head and looked at the undead calmly.
The skeleton longbowmen all loosened their bowstrings. Their longbows blessed with negative energy could not be affected by bad weather. The high-speed vibration of the bowstrings made them tremble even more than the sound of dense rain in an instant.
There was a soft sound, and a piece of incomplete feather arrows broke free from the shackles of the rain. Like a rising wall, with a little water, it pressed down overwhelmingly.
The civilians were so scared that they rolled over and crawled.
Only the older knight stood still, facing the enemy, holding the hilt of his sword, and shouted: "Divine light, divine grace, divine favor - barrier!"
A piece of faint ripples spread out around him like wings, forming a hexagonal network. The arrows hit it, and the golden lights were all wiped out.
God's Barrier.
When Fang Yu saw this scene, he made his clockwork fairy stop in mid-air. This man was also a paladin of Malan. He realized at this moment that these people should be residents of a nearby village.
This older knight is probably the local tribune chief, and these people are usually held by the Templars of Malland.
Guardian, heroic patron, and enforcer of justice, Ms. Malan claims to have the most temples after Roman. This is because her temples often stand in the most remote settlements. As long as there are humans living and there are Wherever the fire of civilization spreads, there lies the frontier under her sword and plow.
She swore an oath to protect, so her followers, apart from freedom-chasing knights errant like Mr. Red, were actually more of protectors.
Like their goddess, these knights swore a sworn oath and kept it with their swords to protect the land.
Just like the older knight in front of him.
Fang Plover couldn't help but stand in awe.
He had long heard of the deeds of these knights, but this was the first time he had witnessed them with his own eyes. In the forest, civilians are evacuating, and only the older knight is alone, holding a sharp sword, facing the undead army.
The opponent's level was not high. Fang Plover could see that he was only around level ten, slightly higher than El Paxin's guards, but far inferior to the big cat man Red.
His armor is also a bit old. The folding sword-style magic armor was a popular style about twenty years ago, and this antique square plover has only been seen in Kapka's exhibition hall.
But this knight's somewhat outdated magic furnace was as bright as a comet at the moment.
Like a black flood flowing through the skeletons of the forest, strengthened by negative energy, a layer of black smoke floats above the white bones. The level strength of these low-level undead is not too high - but it is better than their numbers.
These undead are far from the knight's opponents. If he uses his power more conservatively, he can at least last longer, and maybe even fight his way out.
However, the sudden rain is like weaving, and in the cold light rain curtain, the proud knight stands surrounded by the undead, looking down at the enemies, as if holding a flaming sword - the dwarf god Lotas was forged on the anvil of the earth, the righteous lady Mar Ireland's sharp sword - morning light.
As soon as he takes action, there is a divine light, and wherever it passes, the dark creatures are wiped out.
Fang Plover's heart was surging and his blood was boiling.
At the same time, I was also worried.
This noble knight chose another path, because only in this way can one person delay the progress of the entire undead, thereby buying time for the fleeing civilians in the forest behind.
He is overloading the magic furnace——
Among all the people on the battlefield, only Fang Plover saw this.
Something must be done. He told himself this, his right hand sank down, and the three clockwork goblins turned back one after another, pulling out three long white lines in the rain curtain - flying towards the knight.
At the same time, he lifted his goggles, raised his head and returned his gaze to the platform of the beast of burden, and said to everyone: "Something happened up front, Miss Aitila, ask Mr. Gray Rock to turn to-"
Others didn't dare to disturb him before, but now they gathered around and asked at the same time: "What's wrong?"
Among them, Tianlan’s voice is the loudest.
Fang Yu only shook his head: "There is a wave of undead in front. Someone is surrounded. We have to help."
"Tide of the undead?" Tian Lan was surprised: "Why is there a tide of the undead here? There are no ancient battlefields nearby. Is there an undead wizard at work?"
"It's not clear yet."
"Don't ask so many questions first," Aitila frowned and said to the others: "Parker, Red, prepare to fight. Tianlan, Luo Yu, Ed gave you the magic weapon, didn't you guys try it too? ——”
Luo Yu and Tian Lan glanced at each other, but they didn't expect to participate in an actual battle so soon.
At this time, Siesta stepped forward and wanted to say something, but Sylvide had already left the room and stopped in front of her, shaking her head slightly. She walked over and asked softly: "Mr. Ed, what is the strength of the undead? Are we strong enough?"
Fang Yu nodded: "It's just some skeletons. I've calculated that if we rely on the platform to fight, it won't be a big problem. Mr. Reid is their nemesis, but we have to hurry up."
"So what's the plan?" Sylvide asked again.
"Do we need to ask Mr. Gray Rock to turn north and intervene in the battlefield?" Aitila added.
"No," Fang Yu shook his head and gestured with his hands: "Let Mr. Huiyan turn around and we enter the battlefield from the side. Like this, it is best when the undead appear, we can let the side with the suspension bridge face they."
"Sideways?"
Fang Yu nodded: "Just leave the rest to me. I will be responsible for suppressing it, and Miss Attila and Mr. Reid will be responsible for rescuing people." He roughly let others understand his plan, and looked at the lion people. "Mr. Reid, the pressure in the next battle may be a little greater for you."
Rhett nodded nonchalantly. "Don't mind. The knights of Marland have always taken this as their own responsibility. Little guy, I am very satisfied with your decision." After that, the tall lion man picked up the double-headed sword and walked over there, using only his claws to With a stroke on the magic guide, the glow crystal on it immediately glowed with brilliance.
Tianlan watched Mr. Big Cat walk away, and couldn't help but excitedly said to Luo Yu beside him: "Did you hear that? We also have to participate in the battle. It's a pity that Jita didn't wake up, she will definitely regret it to death - —Look at me later, ah, it’s a pity that the ones who came are not those bad guys that day.”
Luo Yu only glanced at her and shook his head.
Tianlan noticed his subtle movement and looked at him very dissatisfied. "Why are you shaking your head? Are you looking down on me?"
"No, I just think you might not be able to use it because undead creatures don't take mind-affecting effects."
"Huh?" Tian Lan was stunned for a moment. "What nonsense are you talking about? I don't know sound magic. I can provide you with buffs?"
But after a while, she suddenly reacted and screamed: "Ah, disgusting! Luo Yu, are you saying that my music is noise?"
Although Fang Plover agreed with this point of view in his heart, he didn't want to say much at the moment. He just turned around silently and put on his goggles again.
In the middle of the forest, the hovering clockwork fairy suddenly moved——
In the rain curtain, sporadic undead still caught up with the civilians in front. Their movements are not dexterous, but they are much better than the civilians who are deformed by nervousness and fear. From time to time, some people are tripped by the tangled roots in the forest, fall behind, and fall into the hands of the undead.
The outcome can be imagined.
Screams and cries penetrated the rain and echoed through the forest.
The young man ran forward as hard as he could, pulling up those who were left behind. With his efforts, a small team was reassembled. However, due to the exhaustion of physical strength, his hands and feet were a little numb, and he couldn't help but feel despair in his heart.
This is basically the limit...
He looked back and saw that the Lord Protector could no longer be seen in the depths of the forest. Only a cold, faint green light remained in the darkness. But this time, he heard the strange sound again.
Like a mechanical buzzing, subtle and sharp.
He raised his head and was surprised to see a white line flying towards him in the rain curtain.
Clockwork Fairy——
The young man who had studied alchemy in El Paxin suddenly had a bright light in his eyes.
And in the distance, a dazzling light was erupting in the sea of undead.
"Divine light, divine grace, divine favor, Ms. Marland—"
The older knight coughed up a mouthful of blood, slowly took back his right hand and pressed it on his left chest. At the same time, he pulled off the metal buckle of the magic furnace with his left hand and threw the completely scrapped piece of junk to the ground.
There was a muffled sound.
Only then did he let out a deep breath, leaning on the ground with his sword with some difficulty, looking at the dark creatures surrounding him from all directions without fear.
But the sword blade in his hand has long been dimmed.
Three faint lights suddenly flashed from a distance, buzzed through the rain curtain, and quickly flapped their wings to come to the knight. They were three clockwork fairies, their brass shells shimmering in the rain. They circled around the knight and then all flew to the left.
The knight turned around.
"Clockwork Fairy, Battle Craftsman?" He flashed a stunned light: "Let me turn to the left?"
An arrow flew over and hit his breastplate, making a tinkling sound. He looked at the dark sea of undead in that direction, and suddenly gritted his teeth and clenched the two-handed sword in his hand again.
In the forest——
The young man was watching the clockwork goblin stop in front.
"Chris, why doesn't it move?" Behind him were more than a dozen frightened faces, looking pale at the little thing in the air.
"I, I don't know either." The young man shook his head in confusion.
Everyone turned around subconsciously.
The mottled light spots in the darkness were swaying and approaching steadily. Even if the sound of rain hits my ears, I can still hear the squeaking and shaking behind the sound of water.
Until someone asked tremblingly: "Wait, do any of you feel anything?"
Everyone panted and shook their heads. They really couldn't run anymore.
The undead, however, are never tired.
At this time the ground shook slightly.
Everyone was stunned, and a surprised light flashed in the young man's eyes. Together with the others, they all turned around - the ground shook slightly again, making them almost unsteady on their feet, but everyone's eyes widened in surprise as they saw a huge figure slowly stepping out from behind a linden forest.
There is no doubt that it is a giant beast.
The giant beast moved forward, and the first thing that appeared in people's field of vision was the towering platform and the carrying house - and on the platform, in the carrying house, a somewhat peculiar structure was slowly walking out, and then a second one , the third one, the fourth one, they lined up in a straight line, clicking toward the other end of the suspension bridge.
There was a soft 'snap' sound, and the clockwork fairy fell into the muddy water.
But no one pays attention to it anymore——
Fang Plover stood on the platform, holding the alchemist's windbreaker robe with one hand. The strong wind and rain caused his robe to fly backwards. He raised his head and faced a sea of algae light floating in the darkness.
"Slow down, Sister Atila——" Tianlan's voice came from the other side of the saddle bridge.
"Ready."
Fang Plover nodded.
He slowly raised his right hand, put his five fingers together, and drew a semicircle along the direction of his wrist.
With a click, the four six-legged spider structures of the Walker III type intertwined with each other, and turned around under his control. The balance and stabilizers flew around under the power of magic, making a roaring sound.
They hold up the base -
A magic gun with a three-barreled rotary chamber structure, the long barrel exuded a dark light under the firelight.
The muzzles of twelve black holes all faced the same direction.
Fortress type II walker.
In the forest, the young man immediately recognized the thing that he had only seen a few times at the El Paxin Craftsmen's Club. As if blessed to the core, he jumped forward and shouted:
"Get down!"
"shooting."
A flash of fire tore through the rainy night.
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