"Don't worry, Alyssa"
Fang said softly in the night wind.
"You follow my instructions and count three times silently. Miss Alice, go in the other direction."
"Mr. Ed, we listen to you."
What he saw through the goggles was two girls with identical faces in the night, a little nervous. The back of the Gray Ridge beast swayed gently and slowly under his feet, and looking down from the sight of another clockwork elf, three nightingales were approaching the rock where they were from different directions.
The dark nightingale is like a shadow that sneaks into the night, moving along the shadow band scattered by the gravel, almost forming the same color as the surroundings, only occasionally revealing its whereabouts. But through the surveillance of clockwork goblins located in different positions, Fang can always find out the whereabouts of these people.
After all, stealth is not invisibility. There are always certain conditions for visual deception. Even though they are good at this, six clockwork goblins are hovering quietly at different heights, four goblins are patrolling in the middle layer, and four goblins are staggered to follow. Fourteen shots, under the interlocking sights, no one can hide.
"three,"
"two,"
"one!"
The Clockwork Goblin points in one direction.
Alyssa said nothing. The cracked rock looked a little pale in the moonlight, and it was even more dazzling in her eyes. She knew that as long as she took one step forward, she had to trust the other party conditionally. Even if the other party made a mistake, she would be responsible for the other party's misjudgment.
This responsibility may mean cold death and the reduction of starlight, or even censure from the guild, or even expulsion from the brigade. The possibility is not small, because as the vanguard of the brigade, she will lead the team into dangerous situations. In the trap, there is no clue, which in itself is a dereliction of duty.
But the hesitation in her mind was as fleeting as lightning. Alyssa shot out from behind the rock like a fractal shadow. In front of it was an open grassland, which was originally convenient for her to observe, but now it has become a road leading to hell. journey.
Alyssa opened the communication channel nervously, but her hand slipped and she didn't even notice it.
Fang's voice was a bit like a mechanical prompt in it. His silent counting was almost consistent with Alyssa's steps, and then turned into a specific command: "Stop."
Alyssa felt that her mind was blank, but the voice seemed to grab her heart and made her stop involuntarily. The crossbow bolt flew right in front of her, nailed into the broken stump of a white hazel tree not far away, and disappeared into the feathers.
The dark nightingale over there, wearing night clothes, looked at this scene in astonishment. He suddenly took a step back, and his figure seemed to split into two intertwined phantoms.
That is Nightingale's shadow clone skill.
"Alice."
Alyssa found that her sister's reaction was faster than hers, and the dagger in her hand flew out, piercing the phantom of the nightingale. The opponent's body appeared about seven or eight feet away, and he jumped into a nearby bush.
"Thirty degrees to his left and right are blind spots. Miss Alice, I don't know the skills you have mastered. You can decide how to attack."
As soon as Fang finished speaking, the twin sister was like an elongated shadow, a shadow leaping in that direction.
"Miss Alisa, there is a cover twenty meters in front of you to your right. The two nightingales are at your six o'clock and three o'clock respectively. They are far away. Please be careful."
Alyssa nodded slightly and rushed in that direction.
Two crossbow bolts landed not far behind her, and she separated into phantoms twice in a row, finally turning into a line of blue smoke and disappearing behind the obstacle there. It was a tall privet tree, with thick branches and leaves that could completely cover her figure.
She wanted to stick her head out.
But Fang's somewhat stern voice came: "Don't look."
Alyssa was both shocked and in awe. How did the other party know her intentions? To her, he was like an omnipotent god.
But she was suddenly startled when she heard a voice coming from the team channel
Alice's fight with the nightingale ended when the rabbit rose and the falcon fell.
In fact, her shadow was like a human figure behind the opponent, and the dark nightingale was obviously very experienced. He knew that the nightingale was chasing him without looking back, and stabbed him in the back with a dagger.
Alice intertwined her hands, using a bare-handed technique to hold the opponent's wrist, and at the same time stepped back. The man directly took it out from under his cloak and sprinkled a handful of phosphor powder at her, but it only hit a scattered cloud. Alice's shadow clone skills were used very proficiently, no less than her sister's.
But it was obvious that An Lan's Nightingale was much more powerful than her. Although the twin sister handled the situation well, she was at a disadvantage at every step. Although Nightingale of the melee style hardly worried about the problem of depletion of magic power, once her physical strength gauge was empty and her skills went on cooldown, she was immediately in danger.
But when the nightingale passed the dagger from his left hand to his right hand, and then from his right hand back to his left hand, showing off his extremely skilled hand skills to lure the enemy, Fang's clockwork fairy suddenly fell straight down from the top of the two people's heads, hitting the opponent's right hand.
Although it didn't knock the dagger out of the opponent's hand, it still made the Nightingale slightly panicked.
"I'll take care of you, Miss Alice."
"Okay, Mr. Ed."
The little girl's eyes were bright.
Fang suddenly raised his hand and pulled the invisible thread in his hand from bottom to top. Under the incredulous gaze of the nightingale, the clockwork fairy circled upwards against his right hand and came straight towards his eyes.
He was so frightened that he leaned back. People have an instinctive awareness of protecting their own important organs, and the same goes for Nightingale. When he raised his right hand, the dagger naturally moved forward.
But Fang's clockwork fairy flew out along his neck as if it were alive and stopped behind him.
"To the right."
Fang said calmly.
It was as if there was an invisible thread on his hand, connected to the back of the nightingale's neck. He gently pulled it, and the dark nightingale instinctively tilted its head to the right. But Alice was already waiting for an elbow strike, hitting him on the cheekbone and bridge of the nose.
The opponent was knocked back and blood spurted out from his nose.
Alice took the opportunity and took small steps forward. The dagger thrust forward, but the man still had the ability to fight back. She held the dagger tightly in her right hand and lowered her hand. One blow, two blows. The two daggers moved up and down in the hands of the two companions like butterflies piercing flowers. Flying around, pulling out streaks of golden sparks.
But when he wanted to fight back, the clockwork fairy cut in from the back and flew past his eyes. The nightingale was so angry that he waved his hand and cursed angrily: "Get out of my way." But his wave was in vain.
Fang said: "To the left."
The Nightingale turned slightly to the left, and there was a bloodstain on its face.
He was finally a little scared. He had never seen anyone use the Clockwork Fairy to this extent, and subconsciously wanted to retreat. But Fang was as calm as a stone statue at the moment, as if nothing could distract him in the slightest. Space, time, and the other party's reaction were interpreted as a fixed probability in his eyes.
"He's going to turn around and attack in the center."
"left."
"Attack his right hand."
"He lost his balance."
Alice picked up the long legs of the beautiful girl and kicked her from the side. She put her foot in the opponent's chest and kicked the astonished Nightingale out. Immediately afterwards, a flying knife was inserted into his head.
That person probably didn't understand until his death that the girl in front of him suddenly seemed to be a different person.
"There are six more people on the other side. Those two nightingales are targeting you. They are here."
Fang paused.
As soon as he raised his head, his field of vision instantly increased, and the entire battlefield looked like a preset sandbox in his eyes. At a farther distance, two rangers and a sharpshooter were approaching, trying to get out of the blind spot; a little closer, there was a hurried iron guard; even closer, two nightingales, one on the left and one on the right, were outflanking them.
In the Battle of Toden, the battle between craftsmen on both sides for the right to conduct battlefield reconnaissance was brutal, but here he was the only one on the stage.
"Tired?"
"A bit," Alice gasped and nodded: "Mr. Ed is so gentle."
"Gentle?" Fang was stunned for a moment: "I'm just saying that if the physical exertion is too great, just avoid fighting."
"Avoiding war?"
"Listen to me and leave the rest to your sister."
"Miss Alisa?"
"I am here."
The twins' sister's voice came from the team channel.
Fang hadn't noticed anything unusual yet, but Alice was slightly startled.
"The two nightingales are on your left and right, and there is an iron guard. It's not a big deal, but you have to be careful about the opponent's projection units entering the battlefield. The distance is 4, 5, 7, and it is not ruled out that there is equipment to increase the range. Therefore, to be on the safe side, you only have Thirteen seconds safety period.”
"Now, run to the right."
Alice moved.
The two nightingales reacted immediately. They probably didn't expect that the other would dare to be so blatant. One of them immediately turned into a shadow and fell in front of Alice.
It was a dual-wielding assassin, with his two daggers intertwined, ready to block the girl's path.
Alice's heart tightened. She knew the Anlan Nightingale in front of her. She remembered that she was a very high-level young lady, at least much better than the one she had fought with before.
If she wanted to break through, more than ten seconds would not be enough time anyway.
Fang also frowned.
"Backwards." He wanted to say, but just as he was about to speak, he found that the other party's path was somewhat abnormal. He was stunned, and couldn't help but feel that the other party wanted to force Alyssa to stop her sister with a blow.
He glanced at the opponent's equipment, the Asa Snake Armor, and it was really possible to take a blow from a nightingale of the same level.
But Alyssa had already thrown the dagger in her hand, like a golden light in the darkness. In the morning light before dawn, the light penetrated directly into the nightingale's chest. As she pulled back, a bolt of sky fire roared from a distance and hit the opponent again.
The nightingale knelt down in front of Alice with a look of disbelief. She opened her mouth as if she wanted to say something.
Alice covered her mouth and took a step back, whispering: "I'm sorry." Then she buried her head and rushed past the other person, leaving only the other person's body that was burned like charcoal and turned into dots of starlight.
dawn.
Only then did Fang remember that the weapon in Alyssa's hand was not ordinary. It was a legendary dagger made by himself. It had no other advantages and the attack was terrifyingly high. But I didn't expect it to come in handy at this time.
By this time, the gap had finally opened.
The two sisters were already approaching the woods. Fang once again raised his sight. At this time, he only had to break out of the encirclement of the other rangers and prevent the Iron Guard and Nightingale from biting them. The sisters should be able to escape successfully.
However, he found that the other party seemed to have guessed the existence of his clockwork fairy.
Their ranger began to conceal himself, changing routes and alternating cover in an attempt to distract him. "It's interesting." Fang couldn't help but laugh. The other party was definitely the combat craftsman from the red-coated team of Jefflett who was directing from behind. As expected, that guy still didn't leave.
But if he is alone, the other party may not be able to do this, and he may have ideas to maximize his numerical advantage. Unfortunately, Fang ordered his clockwork goblins to never follow closely. Whenever someone entered another area, the clockwork goblins in charge of different areas would automatically take over the division of labor.
Each area is clearly divided, as if they have their own wisdom, making their assigned responsibilities clear and never exceeding the rules. In fact, as early as the era of Two Swords War, the combat craftsmen of the Emerald Sword had mastered this theory.
Later, this theory was further developed, and when it fell into Fang's hands, it was already more complete than its ancient predecessors. Since he did not need to cooperate with outsiders, he could do it more easily by himself.
But this is not a technique that can be performed by just one person.
But there is also Miss Tata.
The two are already in tune, sharing the same thoughts and feelings. Fang stood on the platform, his right hand raised flat as if controlling an invisible string. Mei Mei, controlled by Miss Fairy, stood with her back to him, her round-toed leather shoes decorated with With roses like stars, two people, one tall and one short, stood back to each other.
Miss Goblin raised her left hand, and Fang raised his right hand.
Both of them lowered their heads slightly, each looking at the 'string puppet' that did not exist in front of them. Under the fair lady's ruffled lady's hat, there is a pair of blazing silver eyes intertwined with moonlight, and a face as pure as metallic silver.
The pointed fingers are lifted slightly, and they are connected without any communication, just like two people sitting on the same piano, you use your left hand and I use my right hand, but when your fingertips press the keys.
Melodious music flows out naturally.
Bundles of silver light from the dragon soul were separated from Fang's hand and connected to Miss Elf's slender fingertips. They split with each other and then merged with each other. Repeatedly alternating between the two people's fingertips, it seemed to convey a silent understanding.
The goblins enforce orders and prohibitions, and are as strict as an army.
Jita looked at this scene in shock. She turned back and looked at Luo Yu beside her. The young man also had a surprised expression on his face. "Have you seen such a performance at your brother's place?" he asked.
"No, I don't know." She replied: "But, I don't think brother Ed is like an ordinary elf."
"So, do you know those people from Twelve Colored Iris?"
Tianlan shook her head: "They won't show me these things."
"But brother Ed is really great. He is from our side." The Frenchman said: "He is probably at the level of the top newcomers in the second world. Those old antiques are always asking me not to be too good. People are mixed together, tsk, the new people they train are not at this level yet.”
On the saddle bridge, Attila looked at Red.
The lion man blew out a puff of smoke, shook his head and said, "This kid."
Among all the people, only Sylvide looked normal, with only a faint smile.
Fang looked at the battlefield intently.
He raised his sight again.
"Miss Alisa, thirty feet to your right."
"Your sister will cover you next."
"Behind the white hazel forest, you can try to use shadow dance to get out of sight."
"They're searching in reverse."
"But they are not out of my sight."
"Did you see the eleven o'clock direction? Only the iron guard is left. You have bypassed the others. The nearest ones are at a23, 19, and 6. The sharpshooter is not fast. You have a safe period. Thirty-three seconds.”
There was silence in the team channel.
Two Miss Nightingale, who are not very high in level, are currently escaping from being surrounded by seven members of the brigade whose level is not inferior to them. They have also killed two of them. It sounds like their escape is not far away. .
At the other end of the forest, it was quiet.
Captain An Lan listened quietly to the sound of the iron guard finally falling to the ground. On the other end of the communication device, his sword was knocked off and fell on the rock, making the sound of gold and stone clashing, followed by a burst of noise.
There was silence all around.
He raised his head and looked at Kaka beside him.
Kaka also had a serious face. This lazy young man had a rare seriousness on his face, and his dark eyes seemed to be recalling something: "I always feel like I have seen this person somewhere. This kind of personal use The skills of a clockwork leprechaun are rare.”
Then no one spoke again.
The night gradually deepened, and the wind blowing from the north of the valley became stronger and stronger, gradually bringing the smell of rain. For a while, there was only the rustling sound of wind in the forest.
An Lan's people had already dispersed in this valley.
Among the withering team, Xia Sheng held the communication crystal in his hand and remained silent for a long time. She suddenly understood why they wanted to leave this place, just as she suddenly saw the gap like a chasm.
She raised her head and looked across the treetops.
Those stars that shine the brightest in this night sky are just like their reputations. Is the other party really an elite? The guild, which had been firmly in the top three in the Chinese division even before the Battle of Bayern, has been steadily rising in the past ten years.
Its strength is presented to everyone just like this mysterious genius.
Top ten guilds.
But Fangzheng was confused.
He finally breathed a sigh of relief and rubbed his tight forehead. It was not an easy task for him to control so many clockwork fairies and conduct battlefield command. It was extremely mentally draining.
This is just to command the two sisters Alyssa. If the scope is expanded to the entire Tempest Brigade, he may not be able to do it. Of course, ordinary battles do not require such meticulous command, and unfair opportunities like this are rare. When facing those real big guilds, many have to face real battle craftsmen.
Even the Combat Craftsmen Corps.
The channel that Alyssa invited him to join was quiet, with only the panting breathing of the two sisters. He always thought that it was just a private channel, but when he was about to log out, a strange voice came from the other end:
"Mr. Ed is so well-hidden. He stole the most outstanding sisters from our Rain Listeners right away. Don't you want to explain?"
"ha?"
Fang was stunned, wondering why there was anyone else in this channel?
However, the other party's tone was not harsh, but more like a teasing tone. It sounded like the person from the Rain Listener, but it was not Grant's voice that he had heard before.
Then he heard Alyssa's somewhat embarrassed voice: "Captain"
She blushed. In fact, she discovered that she had turned on the wrong channel early in the morning and invited Fang to the Storm team channel. That is to say, the entire rest of their team completely listened to the previous series of operations.
But at that time, she was so anxious that she didn't have time to correct her. Strangely enough, no one said a word during the whole process. It was not until everything was over that their captain spoke for the first time.
The voice at the back of the channel laughed.
"Let me introduce myself. My name is Gu Bai Zhi Ye, the leader of Storm. Mr. Ed is a member of elite's youth training team?"
"Elite?" Fang Yi was stunned: "Wait, Gu Bai... is it you?"
"Is it me?" Gu Baizhiye was stunned.
"You are Gu Bai Zhi Ye, I know you, I have seen your game!"
Fang suddenly said something, his tone was like that of an offline celebrity.
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