Fang Plover held onto the railing and stood on the platform.
He looked at the four Type II Walkers beside him with their rotating muzzles firing out fire. The projectiles were like an invisible giant scythe sweeping through the twenty or thirty skeletons in the forest, breaking them into pieces and tumbling away.
A piece of damage value on the retina.
He didn't give the order until the last skeleton fell. "Advance the beasts of burden!"
"I got it, brother Ed, the beast of burden is moving forward!" Tian Lan replied loudly deliberately.
The Gray Ridge Negative Hill Beast let out a long moo and continued to move forward. The steps hit the ground hard, causing water to splash. Chris was the first to get up from the muddy water. He looked back at a loss and looked at their biggest nightmare - the undead who were beaten to pieces. Monsters.
The others noticed his movements and got up one after another, with frightened expressions on their faces.
"Chris, what happened?"
"Where is the Lord Protector?"
"Who are the adults who saved us?" everyone asked.
"...It's a professional craftsman, it must be a professional craftsman, the Elpaxin craftsman will always come," Chris's mind was still clear. He looked at the giant beast in the linden forest with an unbelievable look, and his voice was trembling. Said: "He can control so many constructs. At least he is a full-time combat craftsman of the Elpaxin Craftsmen Association. There is no mistake."
"We are saved, but we have to ask them to help rescue Lord Mayor. Lord Dicker is still behind!" He turned back and said to the others.
"The team of professional craftsmen should be led by a great craftsman, is it Lord Merifen?" Someone asked: "Sir Merifen personally came to save us?"
"It seems not." Chris shook his head in confusion: "I thought that the person I saw before was not a dwarf, and he probably wasn't Lord Melifan."
"Chris," people said. "We don't understand what you're saying, but you have the most flexible mind in the lumberyard, and haven't you ever been an apprentice? Why don't you ask the adults to help you?"
"Yes, isn't the Lord Protector also Master Elpaxin? They should know each other, right?" People talked about it, but Chris shook his head.
Unlike these villagers, Chris has been to El Paxin and naturally knows how big a city it is. There, the relationship between people is far from being as simple as knowing each other in a village.
But he also understood that now was not the time to think about this. Gritting his teeth, he nodded to everyone, and regardless of his embarrassment covered in mud and water, he rushed in that direction.
On the platform, Fang Plover saw the ragged and somewhat thin young man chasing after him in the darkness.
He shouted to them from below: "Sir, the Lord Protector is still behind. He is a good man. Please go and help him. He must not have had any trouble. Please!"
The opponent almost ran wildly in the heavy rain, and even fell down a few times, but immediately got up again and chased after him.
Fang Yu couldn't help but feel soft. As soon as he turned around, Aitila already understood what he meant. The elf girl rushed to the platform on the other side and threw a rope ladder down against the railing behind.
"Can you come up?"
Chris felt excited. He didn't expect these adults to be so talkative, so he nodded quickly. Although he was an alchemy apprentice, he still had some strength because of the manual work everyone did in the lumberyard. He ran over in one breath, grabbed the swinging rope ladder and climbed up.
Aitila gave him a hand and asked him to climb over the railing.
"Thank you, thank you," Chris blushed a little. He had never seen a forest elf in his life - this lady who was much taller than him. Then he saw Fang Plover walking over, and he couldn't help but opened his mouth in surprise: "Ah, sir, it's you -"
Fang Yu looked at Atila, and felt a sense of satisfaction that he was connected and like-minded. He didn't have a sister, but sometimes he really wanted to have a sister who could take care of him like the elf girl.
"Do you know me?" He looked at the young man who looked a little embarrassed and couldn't help but be curious. The other person looked like he knew him, but that shouldn't be the case. He had never been to this place before.
"Sir, I, I know you!" Chris looked very excited. "It's the Continental League. I've watched your game. You helped the Kapka Craftsmen Association defeat those nasty guys from the Guta Craftsmen Association."
There are not many entertainment activities in the lumberyard, but watching the live broadcast of the Continental League through the projection crystal is definitely the most important one. Although the old crystal has not been replaced for many years and the projection quality is extremely poor, everyone can still watch it. Gotta relish it.
This year's competition was much duller than in previous years, which is why Chris had a deep memory of the young alchemist in front of him - besides, a young official alchemist like Elpaxin was not even among those who were selected. See you more often.
Fang Plover's old face turned red.
He raised his head and happened to see Etila suppressing a smile. Naturally, his glorious deeds could not be hidden from the two people who participated in the game with him that day. It was also publicized through Parker's big mouth. Now he is already a famous figure in the team. No one knows, no one knows.
Tianlan called this: 'The glorious deeds of our captain. 'But the only embarrassment is that no one has seen how glorious their captain is - it is said that only the noble daughter who watched the game in person that day knows about it.
But everyone knew about Sylvide's temperament. Whenever Tianlan asked about it curiously, Fang Yu would see her smile mysteriously.
Then there is no more——
So far, Fang Plover himself still doesn't know how he was deceived by those hateful dwarves into participating in the Continental League, and then won the game without any clue.
He even couldn't help but wonder if there was something wrong with the minds of those Guta people who couldn't even defeat a newcomer. Where were they ranked?
The absurdity of this incident was once considered a joke within the team, to the point where even the steady elf girl couldn't help but smile after hearing it.
It's like this now.
Fang Yu comforted him with a red face: "...Don't worry, we will do our best to help."
Chris didn't expect Fang Plover to be so easy to talk to, and was stunned for a moment.
He has watched Fang Plover's games, so he naturally knows how powerful this young man is. In this year's Continental League, the Iron Oak Principality almost swept all the Kaolin-Ishulian teams to their knees, but this team was divided into three parts. The only time the championship team in the division suffered a defeat was at the hands of this young man who appeared on the field for the first time.
He had always met those young top geniuses at the Elpaxin Craftsmen Headquarters, whether they were aboriginal nobles or the new generation of selectors from the Grand Guild, they would not pay any attention to someone like him from He is the son of a worker in a forest area and a lumberyard, and he has no talent for alchemy.
The nobles looked down on apprentices like them who were born from common people, while the new generation selectors of the guild had an even more indifferent attitude. They were too lazy to deal with them at all and just regarded people like him as nothing.
Naturally, he didn't know Fang Yu's true origin, and subconsciously thought that the other party was also such a new generation genius. This was the first time that he met someone with such an identity and spoke to him in such a tone.
Chris couldn't help but feel moved in his heart, and he mustered up the courage to say: "Sir, I know where we separated from the Lord Protector, and I will take you to find him."
"No need." Fang Yu just shook his head: "Protect yourself."
protect yourself? Chris was stunned for a moment, still thinking about what this sentence meant. He could already see Fang Plover walking forward in his field of vision, and at the same time stretched out his hand into the rain curtain.
There was a glimmer of light in the darkness in the distance, and a clockwork fairy parted the rain curtain and landed steadily in his hands.
Seeing the clockwork goblin, Chris couldn't recognize it - it was the clockwork goblin that led them to escape from the siege of those dark creatures.
"Sir, you..." Chris was a little stunned: "You, are you a combat craftsman?"
Fang Yu looked at him strangely. "Yeah, what's the problem?"
"First of all, it was the adults who were helping us before?"
"Absolutely. Actually, it doesn't help much." Fang Plover told the truth.
"But those walkers -" Chris finally remembered that the alchemist he had vaguely seen on the platform seemed to be the young man in front of him.
What about the team of the El Pashin Craftsmen Association? What about professional craftsmen?
Who controls those four fortress walkers?
He opened his mouth and wanted to ask something more, but he had no chance. Because a large area of fluorescence suddenly appeared in the forest ahead, Chris knew very clearly what those things were - the soul fire flashing in the hollow eyes of the bones. It was these terrifying monsters that drove them here.
Seeing these things, he no longer had the mind to think about anything else, and couldn't help but remind anxiously: "Sir, be careful over there, don't let them come near, there are archers among the undead."
Fang Plover nodded.
He walked up to the Papalar - patted the latter on the shoulder and pointed to the depths of the forest. "The last gear of the delayed fuse, bearing thirty-two, three consecutive shots."
"Leave it to me!" Parker confidently opened the heavy crossbow, took out the narrow transparent crystal prism from the arrow case, and set the firing device below to the last gear.
Then he raised the heavy crossbow and aimed in that direction.
Fang Yu didn't urge him either. Although Parker is not very popular on weekdays, he is at least a professional crossbowman. Fang Yu knew that he was sharper than the average person in judging distance, but when it came to choosing the right time to attack, he was far inferior to a truly professional projectile.
Attila pushed the still nervous young man into the room, and Chris turned around, just in time to see the Papalar man pull the trigger, then rotate the rocker to open the crossbow, load and shoot again, repeated three times in a row .
He was still wondering what effect such shooting would have on those skeletons.
But about half a second later.
A flash of light suddenly exploded in the darkness in that direction. The young man closed his eyes subconsciously, and then came the second and third flash of light in succession.
Then the roar and shock wave came from far away.
The rainwater was torn into a white wave, which swept through the forest with a brush, lifting the raincloth on the back of the Gray Ridge Negative Hill Beast with a swishing sound. The huge sound made Chris feel like a lonely boat in the storm. He opened his mouth wide and opened his eyes in disbelief.
In the field of vision, the strong wind blew the Papalar's hair back, which even looked a little funny.
Fang Plover stood behind Parker, holding the collar of his windbreaker robe with one hand to prevent it from being blown away. The other hand was always raised to maintain contact with the walkers.
He seemed to be observing the effect of the attack——
After a moment, Chris heard Fang Plover continue to say: "Bearing sixty-two, increase the delay fuze by one gear, and add three more rounds."
"Bearing seventy-three, raise the delay fuse by one more gear and make another shot."
"Wait, we're almost out of magic!" Parker couldn't help shouting.
"Change to the magic storage crystal, sky blue!"
“Brother Ed, you’ll be there soon—!”
As soon as the roar and fire of the explosion passed, sparse skeletons immediately appeared in the forest, but as soon as Fang Plover raised his hand, the walkers on the platform immediately pointed their guns in that direction.
This scene made Chris petrified on the spot——
It was not that he had never seen four controls in the El Paxin Artisans Association, but the four controls of the Pacers were at least level 20 and above, the domain of professional craftsmen. But for a twenty-level craftsman who is sixteen or seventeen years old, is this possible?
But regardless of whether it was possible or not, and regardless of whether the young man could accept it, Fang Plover gave the order to shoot.
The fortress walkers once again started shooting like a storm, and the special magic tracer bullets extended into the forest with four fire snakes. In Chris's eyes, it was like four flaming whips, and the previously arrogant undead fell to the ground wherever it passed.
Some of them were even beaten into the air, broken into two pieces in mid-air, and rolled back to the ground far away.
And Fang Plover had the four walkers shoot at each other in pairs, so that those fish that slipped through the net would not have the slightest chance to get close. What made Chris's eyes widen even more was that the fortress could only hold 130 rounds of ammunition, and every time the Walker II emptied its ammunition chain, a clockwork goblin would hang a new ammunition chain. Fly from behind.
The walker's loading machine seems to have been specially modified. As long as the clockwork fairy sinks down, the bullet chain can be connected to the walker structure with a click.
Then the clockwork fairy flew upwards again and flew back to the other side of the saddle bridge.
At this time, a cute female voice will report over there: "There are three more bullet belts, brother Ed!" Even if the bullet change occasionally fails, a tall young man will run up from behind and help quickly with his hands and feet. Clockwork Goblin corrects mistakes.
In this way, the four walkers almost guaranteed continuous shooting during the gap period of more than three minutes. All skeletons trying to get closer were blocked from the fire net.
At the same moment, the Gray Ridge negative hill beast almost never stopped moving forward.
How many flexible configurations can the opponent control? There was only a shocked thought in Chris's mind. He had also learned how to operate flexible structures. Naturally, he could see that even when the Clockwork Goblin repeatedly reloaded the Walkers' structures, Fang Plover never gave up on the four elements. Control of any one of the walkers.
However, the poor young man did not pay attention to the doll girl sitting motionless at the table in the room. The silver light flashed in the emerald green eyes, and the invisible light nets were extending along the back of the flow of etheric magic. To the entire battlefield.
This is the first time in this era that the ability of the fairy user has been demonstrated by its owner.
Fang Yu even vaguely felt that four walkers were not even his limit now.
"I've replaced it!" Within a moment, Parker replaced the new magic storage crystal.
"Bearing 90, delay fuse is the shortest, four rounds rapid fire."
In the forest at night, the light of the explosion emerged again.
At this time, through the shining firelight, Chris finally saw the familiar figure.
"It's Lord Protector!" He suddenly shouted in surprise: "Sir, I saw Mr. Dickert, he is okay!"
Naturally, Fang Plover had noticed the other party a long time ago. In fact, his clockwork goblins have been hovering over the elderly knight. In order to guide the opponent, he has lost two clockwork goblins.
It almost broke his heart to death.
He then turned around and shouted to the other side of the saddle bridge: "Mr. Reid, it's up to you now!"
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