Those people banged the iron door so loudly that the entire corridor shook, and sand fell from the ceiling. Fang Plover glanced above and had no choice but to pull up his hood. While he was thinking, the iron door was knocked open with a bang.
The person outside the door did not expect that there was someone behind the door, so he screamed in fright and took a big step back. The others were startled by him, but when they saw someone behind the door, they all raised their weapons and shouted: "Is it a human or a ghost!? Why are you behind here?"
Only then did Fang Plover see these people clearly. The person who knocked on the door was a fat man, dressed like a warrior, with an old Type 104 magic furnace hanging on his waist. For those who carry this kind of magic furnace, unless the opponent has not replaced the magic furnace like him, the level will not exceed level eight.
However, Fang Yu knew that his situation was in the minority after all, and that this soldier's situation was mostly the latter.
Beside the little fat man were two swordsmen. There is also a rib-shaped coat of arms on one of the breastplates. They appear to be swordsmen of the Purple Heart Knights. This aboriginal organization is quite powerful in the northern area of the Cave Mountains. It has several exclusive professions of swordsmen and knights. It is also very popular among the chosen ones in this area.
Another swordsman had a musket hanging from his waist, either a dragoon or a musketeer. Fang Yu's first reaction when he saw this man was to use a sword. He was probably a musketeer like Baggins.
Behind the two swordsmen stood a ranger. Tall, long, and with fine features, he is an Alvin Quinn elf, but he is also a chosen one - so his race is just a matter of talent and appearance.
But he was still the calmest among them all, holding the bow and arrow without speaking.
Finally, there was the priestess with jet-black hair, a second-level profession of healer. She nervously held the priest's staff in her hands and blocked it in front of her. Although there are obviously several companions in front of him.
Five people in total. Fang Yu saw that most of these people's reactions were not experienced, and were even worse than his own. He spread his hands to show that he had no ill intentions, and asked, "Where are you from?"
The five people looked at him in confusion.
However, he does look a little scary like this - the hood is pulled down low to block the dust, and his face cannot be seen clearly - there are two more slits in the front of the alchemist's coat, stained with blood, and under the torn sleeves are a pair of flashing lights Cold light metal gloves.
What's even weirder is that there is a twisted necromancy staff tied diagonally behind his back.
No matter how you look at it, he doesn't look like a good person.
"Who are you?" the little fat man asked tremblingly.
Fang Yu was about to answer. But he suddenly stepped out of the door, pushed the little fat man away, and looked in one direction with a solemn expression. Although the little fat man was a warrior, he was still pushed and staggered by him unprepared.
Several people were startled and raised their weapons to surround him, fearing that he would make any further moves.
But Fang Yu only turned around, raised a finger to his mouth, and made a silent gesture to them. "Someone is coming," he said in a low voice.
"What?"
"How did you know……"
The five people looked at each other, but finally understood that the other party was an adventurer, not a cultist or an undead monster.
Only the archer opened his mouth, as if he wanted to remind him something. But Fang Yu didn't say a word, and just pointed to the ground. It turned out that the direction they came from was a puddle of water. In the darkness, under the light of the illuminating crystal in Fang Yu's hand, the dark water was right on the surface. There were ripples in the distance.
Seeing this scene, several people became nervous and realized that something was chasing them from the other end of the darkness. "It's those things, they're chasing us." Someone whispered.
Others invariably became quiet, held their breath, formed a battle formation, and raised their swords and longbows in the direction they were coming from. Seeing the reactions of these people, Fang Yu thought that they were quite decent, much better than Lan Wuxin's group that he met on the snowy night before.
But after all, the average level is higher——
Fang Plover himself is actually not much higher than these people. The adventure experience may be less, but the experience of Dolifen and Fenris has sharpened his nerves. It is difficult for ordinary scenes to make any waves in his heart.
He sent a message in the communication channel. At such a close distance, the communication crystal can still work.
Then he extinguished the illuminating crystal. At the same time, he looked back at the five people and motioned for them to do the same: "Turn off the lighting crystal."
"No," the priestess shook her head repeatedly, frowning and saying, "They have dark vision, and we suffer even more in the dark."
But Fang Yucai didn't ask for their opinions. He waved his hand, and the metal glove hit the lighting crystal in the guard swordsman's hand, knocking it away and smashing it to pieces.
It suddenly became dark in the cave, and I couldn't see my fingers.
"What are you doing!?" the guard swordsman said angrily.
But Fang Yu didn't answer. His previous underground experience gave him some reflection. If I continue to be so reckless, I may suffer big losses one day. Miss Scarpet once said this.
Although the lich is tricky, he actually has enough experience. If he had been more cautious beforehand, he and Jita would not have fallen into such a passive situation during the battle; he couldn't expect anyone every time. It could save their own lives. It was just a coincidence that Miss Tata and Delise were not discovered by the lich. But next time, will they have such good luck?
Good luck is also part of strength. But luck cannot last long after all. If adventurers are not cautious enough, they often cannot go far. This is an old motto of the Adventurer's Guild.
Therefore, Fang Yu had to re-examine his fighting style and became more cautious when facing danger.
He turned around and said only: "Be careful, they can hear your voice."
When the guard swordsman thought of what was chasing him, he subconsciously closed his mouth. Although there was no pretentious tone in Fang Yu's words, others still shuddered when they heard it.
As if to confirm Fang Plover's words, a 'click-click' sound came from the quiet darkness.
Listening to that voice, Fang Plover felt as familiar as returning home - undead creatures - since he left Traveler's Rest, the enemies he had encountered came and went except for undead, that is, cultists.
As a selector, this experience was really strange, and Fang Plover was also a little speechless.
He had already known what was coming. While talking to these people, Fang Plover had already released his clockwork fairy.
Some black swordsmen - undead guards wearing pitch black armor, wearing horned helmets is their typical feature, their red eyes are dotted in the darkness, there are eight of them in total, but underneath the armor are actually just stronger skeletons. . At the seventeenth level, it’s no wonder he chased these people to the sky and into the earth.
Although the Black Swordsmen are called swordsmen, they are actually warrior-type monsters. In addition to melee combat, they are also good at throwing spears. They all carry three soul spears on their backs. After using them, one will be restored in about three to four breaths. For Wizards, healers and archers are quite a threat.
If the warrior cannot get close, it will be very uncomfortable to fight the black swordsman.
The reason why Fang Plover wanted to extinguish the illumination crystal was naturally so that he would not become a target in the dark - although undead creatures have dark vision, their darkness perception is only about a hundred feet away.
Thirty meters is enough to decide the outcome.
Of course, under normal conditions, it would be really troublesome for him to deal with the eight black swordsmen, but there was an opportunity here - Fang Yu found that after he began to think carefully about the battle plan, although he was in the darkness, his thoughts became clear. .
At this time, Jita also received his message, and then she carefully groped up from below.
She pushed up her big glasses in the dark and looked at everyone uneasily. Miss Naturalist is always a little shy, but fortunately Miss Tata is sitting on her shoulders, which makes her feel a little more at ease.
Dai Lisi didn't know when she was walking around everyone's feet.
"I'm here, captain," Kitta whispered.
Fang Plover nodded.
He was afraid that the bright light of the communication crystal would attract attention, so he put away the crystal and said in a low voice: "Jita."
"exist."
"In the area from 120 feet to 150 feet ahead, there are eight targets, black swordsmen, about level 17 - there is water in the ground environment, and the water is about three to five inches deep. I will be at 100 feet Summon the structure at a distance of 10 feet, and use the chapter of Anstari Glacier——"
Fang Plover did not say more.
Although communication is conducive to cooperation, his description of battlefield environment, distance, combat conditions and other factors is enough for a true naturalist.
It is impossible for teammates to understand every naturalist's spells. Therefore, in most cases, the naturalist needs to decide the spell according to the battlefield environment and the status of the battle - this is also the biggest difference between a professional naturalist and a novice.
Although Jita is still a newcomer, she will grow up one day. Tapolis chose her as the successor of the magic book, which shows that this little girl who is somewhat afraid of strangers must have her own uniqueness.
After hearing this, Jita nodded quietly. She glanced outside, then retracted and gently opened the magic book.
The others were still a little surprised and confused after hearing what Fang Plover said.
They didn't hear the last four words "Summoning Construct" clearly, but Fang Plover's grasp of the battlefield surprised them - they didn't know if Fang Plover was bragging, but what the other party said was the Undead Black Swordsman - This is inconsistent with the facts.
"Mr. Adventurer..." The priestess probably thought he was some senior person, and stammered: "Those things are difficult to deal with, so be careful..."
Fang Yu nodded to her and expressed his gratitude.
The priestess was startled, she didn't expect him to be so easy to talk to. She thought that all these senior adventurers were aloof. Little did she know that the guy in front of her, whose appearance she couldn't see clearly, wasn't actually much higher than her.
But Fang Plover's expression ended there. At this moment, when Jita opened the magic book, the ether guide on the metal title page lit up slightly, which was the only glimmer of light in the darkness.
He didn't know whether the undead could capture this light source, but Fang Plover still made a sideways movement, and at the same time overloaded the shield system on the magic furnace.
The reaction of the black swordsmen was faster than he expected. The moment Jita was guiding the spell, an undead walking in the front suddenly took off a spear from behind and threw a spear in this direction.
A sharp sound of wind in the darkness.
But the little fat warrior made a very accurate judgment and raised his shield in front of him. The soul spear hit the center of the shield, pulling out a long spark, but although he blocked it, the level difference between the two was too great, and the huge impact knocked him off balance.
If two swordsmen hadn't supported him from behind, he would have fallen down on the spot.
After the soul spear was blocked by the shield, it shot to the side without losing force, hit the rock, and disappeared into a ball of black smoke. The priestess was so frightened that she almost screamed, but she still couldn't help it and subconsciously wanted to cast a spell on the little fat man.
It's just that the archer held her back and didn't let her take action.
When Fang Yu saw this scene, he couldn't help but improve his evaluation of several people. If the priest casts a spell in the darkness, the light on the staff might attract more attacks.
"It's so cold. Why is it so cold suddenly?"
The musketeer suddenly trembled.
It was at this time that Jita completed the spell.
She pressed her hands on the silver pages, lowered her eyelids behind the huge lenses, and chanted in a low voice:
"The cold wind is biting——"
Fang Yu couldn't help but give Miss Naturalist a thumbs up - it was a completely correct choice. The Great Glacier of Anstaria can be displayed in many forms. She has cast this spell several times before, but this time, she did not show the Great Glacier itself, but excerpted this section.
It seemed as if a gust of wind was blowing between everyone, and the temperature in the secret passage suddenly dropped. The water surface crackled, and a thick layer of ice formed on the surface in an instant. The ice surface gradually went downwards, showing signs of seeping into the ground.
The five people were shocked when they saw this scene. They turned back to look at the tiny Jita and the silver book in her hand: "Is this... a mantra spell?"
"Magic book?"
"Naturalist!?"
Fang Plover had turned around and raised the metal glove in his hand.
In the darkness, the ice surface was extending forward - under the sight of his clockwork fairy, the frozen ice surface froze more than half of the eight black swordsmen in the puddle. Although it was only the part below the ankle, it was enough to render them incapacitated.
His palms lowered slightly.
A blue light spread out at the extreme distance of one hundred feet.
It forms a virtual structure downwards, with a faint blue light covering a slender body like the light of stars. The double blades and feet seemed to be suspended in mid-air, and then fell down.
The blue light faded and the information materialized, leaving only a wisp of light silver and metallic luster. The angel's force field ring finally took shape and slowly floated above the head of the construct.
Under Fang Plover's command, it unfolded its double blades, placed both feet on the ground, and suddenly lunged forward.
The first black swordsman was caught off guard and was killed with a sword. The second black swordsman wanted to retreat, but his feet were firmly fixed under the ice. He lost his balance and was blocked by a sword.
Almost all the Black Swordsmen in the back are like this.
In terms of fighting alone, the performance level of the Angel Angels is no different from that of these undead, but at this moment they are all like targets. After one round of attack, most of the losses have been lost.
But Jita's level is not high after all, so all the magic power will only make the ice exist for a few seconds. When the Angel of Energy turned around, the remaining black swordsmen, who were mostly injured, broke out of the ice one after another.
There's still half left.
Fang Plover turned around.
The five people had long been stunned, especially the little fat man, who stammered and pointed at him: "You, you, you are..."
He was reluctant to say the words "combat craftsman" because this scene was too bizarre. They dug a door underground, and a naturalist and a combat craftsman came out of it.
And it seems that both of them are quite strong.
So, when did Aitalia produce high-quality oil-paper bags underground?
Fang Yu shook his head helplessly - fighting craftsmen were not uncommon, but he also knew that his way of appearing was a bit out of the ordinary. But the battle is not over yet, and now is not the time to discuss it.
He just said: "What are you still doing? Come on?"
Do these people really think he can end the battle alone?
The ensuing battle did not go as Fang Plover expected. These five people were not pig teammates, but they were still quite capable. With their help, his Angels finally defeated the last opponent.
When the last black swordsman collapsed, the five people couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief, especially the priestess, who looked like she didn't believe they had defeated their opponent.
In fact, Fang Yu also saw that the priestess should be the least skilled among the five people, but it is not surprising that many teams and adventure groups have relatively low requirements for healers.
As long as you have it, that's fine, not to mention that the other party is a beautiful young lady.
Moreover, Miss Priest's level is only relative to other people. Although her movements are often out of shape due to nervousness during battles, she will not cause trouble.
His job was done well.
After the battle, those few people looked at him. The guard swordsman who had scolded him earlier was a little embarrassed and couldn't help but ask indifferently: "Your Excellency is so powerful, are you an adventurer sent by the Craftsmen's Union?"
"Artisan Association?"
Fang Yu was stunned - he thought that he came from the Grand Craftsmen Association, but he was obviously not 'sent' here. And what happened here that actually required the craftsman to send someone over?
The last time the Craftsman General Assembly sent someone was probably the Dolifen incident, but he had already settled the matter there first and did not see the real senior people arriving.
After he asked, he understood what was going on.
Because they defeated their opponents together, these people had no objections to him and Jita - plus the naturalist girl looked harmless, which was very different from his image at the moment.
Therefore, when he asked questions, these people knew everything. Except that the archer was a little more cautious, there was no hostility towards him and Jita.
In the final analysis, this matter is still related to the troll BOSS Shankok.
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