Fang Plover picked up the hem of his coat from the water and frowned as he watched water dripping down the woolen fabric. The water merged into the spray and flowed down the river. A signboard of an unknown shop rolled up in the water in the distance. It hit the glass window of the handicraft shop at the corner of the street and disappeared in an instant.
A mutilated corpse hung on the window sill there. His hands were soaked in the water and his skin turned white. His eyes had long lost the starlight, and his empty eyes only stared at the street. And there was an ugly creature nailed to the wall, with a flat face and a sunken nose. It looked forward with wide eyes, and black and red blood flowed down the spear into the water.
As for the body of the other stickleback man, it had already fallen into the water and no shadow could be seen.
Sylvide was holding up her skirt and moving forward step by step. Seeing this, Fang Luo stretched out his hand to her. The girl raised her head, looked at him with clear eyes, smiled slightly, and put her hand in his. But she didn't actually say that she was actually far better at dexterity and balance than her captain.
"The workshop is right in front," Bai Jia swung his sword lightly and sprinkled the blood beads on a glass window, forming an arc. She sheathed her sword, looked ahead and said, "Across that street——"
Hearing this, Fang Yu pulled down his goggles and took a look, and saw the building among the criss-crossing confluence. Although it was only an property of the Xilin-Spica family in the city, it occupied a large area. It is very eye-catching among the buildings.
"Oh my God, it would be great if the teleportation array was destroyed." Someone said.
But Fang Yu shook his head: "The magic guide array is not that fragile."
He fiddled with his goggles and said: "There are murlocs approaching from the directions of twelve o'clock, eleven o'clock and two o'clock due east. There are eleven in total. Two of them are dressed differently from the other murlocs. , possibly an elite. Wait a moment, I will mark the location for you."
His method of marking the location was very simple. He stretched out his hand and the clockwork fairy in mid-air drew a golden arc and flew to hover in one place. And every time a clockwork fairy hovers, it means there are fish-men below.
This is not difficult to say, but to be able to control seven or eight clockwork fairies at the same time with such precision is a bit astonishing.
But what was even more astonishing was the audience in the live broadcast room.
After all, they had just watched this man win the Craftsman Competition.
After all, the shock of controlling the Orphen Twins is far less intuitive than commanding seven or eight flexible structures at the same time. The powerful computing power of being distracted and multi-purpose is what the world most admires and praises combat craftsmen.
People subconsciously thought of Virus, the iceberg goddess who was also proficient in both systems. It was said that she was also on the field and seemed to know Fang Plover.
So some people couldn't help but wonder if Fang Plover had any special relationship with Virus. After all, although the iceberg goddess had many students, she didn't have a real heir to her mantle.
The origin of Ragnarok has caused people to have more divergent thoughts - for example, will the Godslayer join forces with Ragnarok? That would be a big impact on the top ten guilds in the country.
But the person involved obviously had no such idea. Virus stood in a light mist, looking calmly at the scene in the mist. The mist was just rising water vapor, one of the rare magical abilities of the fish-man water dweller.
In Aitaria's records, aberrations often remember that the magical factor in their bloodline is inherited from their slight connection with a powerful magical creature in ancient times, perhaps a dragon, or a type of bandit. Such a powerful creature as Lars.
Their powerful ancestors allowed them to still maintain a strong physique after degradation, which is naturally different from a weak group like humans.
But what Ori gave humans was creativity. If he gave up alchemy, seven or eight human soldiers might not be the opponent of a stickleback man. But it is with the magic furnace and various magic tools behind him that mortals can gain a foothold on this land.
This is a civilization that is very different from the earth, but different humans from behind the star gate have retained a common understanding and memory in the history they have gone through - progress has written contemporary history.
Virus makes the clockwork fairies fly through the mist like a flock of birds, and the images transmitted from each clockwork fairy together form her network-like vision. It is a perception that is completely different from that of ordinary people. Ordinary people may feel dizzy for a long time just looking at it, but for well-trained combat craftsmen, this is just a basic skill.
She pulled back. What controls the clockwork goblin is just five delicate rings on Bai Xue's hand. The first one on the index finger covers the widest area and is the finger ring. Behind it, there is a diamond-shaped ring on the middle finger and ring finger. There is an emerald and an amethyst embedded respectively, and there is just a thin silver ring on the little finger - in sharp contrast to the bulky control gloves of ordinary craftsmen - because they themselves are a set of legendary equipment, Star faint.
But the filtered search didn't return useful results.
This was actually the woman's quick tactic, at least the principle was the same in terms of multi-point contact, but Virus was not willing to admit it. But whether she admits it or not, she understands that she is not even the slightest bit behind her opponent in the use of this technique.
When the other party resolutely throws himself into the arms of the fighting craftsman.
She is still complacent about her mastery of both systems.
This indeed brought her a lot of fame, but it also prevented her from moving towards the final path. Virus actually understood very early on that the Jade Fire was her highest masterpiece, and her limit was this. So she gave up the idea of going one step further than craftsmen very early on and just focused on training the next generation of craftsmen for the Godslayers.
The outside world praised her for being passionate about ultra-competitive careers, and she was very hypocritical and did not refute it, but deep down she actually understood the problem. Therefore, none of her students are dual-line craftsmen like her, and no one is considered a true successor to the mantle.
When the Clockwork Fairy flew over the original place for the second time, there was still nothing in the mist.
Su Changfeng's voice came from the communication channel: "Everyone, have you discovered anything?"
"No evidence was found from Third Street to the dock area."
"We didn't see it here either."
"It kind of disappeared."
"The fish people are also retreating."
But people are waiting for a final answer.
Virus watched quietly for a moment, his eyes scanning the shadows in the water reflecting the sky. Several blocks were empty except for floating driftwood and debris. She answered in her usual cold tone:
"No."
After a while, the two great craftsmen of Elfendor responded with the same answer.
Su Changfeng put down the crystal in his hand somewhat inexplicably.
Everyone around him was looking in this direction. The fog in front of him was empty and there was nothing.
Everyone stood on a long dam built by earth elementalists. There were four such long dams in the middle of the water, one every 100 meters apart. Not far behind was Roman's Holy Land soaked in the water. temple.
The resurrected people gathered on the stairs, staring in this direction uneasily, silent, and some were bowing their heads in prayer. The three long dams in front have all been washed to pieces, and everyone on the dams was injured, but the huge thing in the mist has disappeared.
It's like it never existed.
"Did the fishmen retreat?" someone asked.
But no one answered, just as no one understood what this endless attack was about.
Ditke also put down the sword in his hand and looked at Su Changfeng beside him: "Have we met before?"
Su Changfeng nodded.
He recalled his youth. He happened to miss that world-wide battle, but he did not feel sorry for it. He always believed that the duty of soldiers was to guard peace, not to initiate war. His first meeting with Stargate was the signing of the Suva Declaration.
Thirty years passed in a flash.
"It is said that Korath was born in the mist, and it has the ability to travel through the mist." Dict said.
"You think it left too?"
Dickter shook his head.
Su Changfeng frowned, thought for a moment, slowly picked up the crystal and entered a number.
Fang Plover looked at the clockwork fairies in mid-air.
He wasn't worried that the murlocs would discover his clockwork goblin. As a large category of fishmen, the information Ming gave him was also sorted out - it said that fishmen's eyes have a special structure and are very sensitive to the refraction of light in the water, but after landing ashore, they are naturally short-sighted and their perception will be greatly reduced.
Moreover, the sticklebacks are naturally red-green blind. They rarely leave the water to fight. Invading Vanrik is actually not a wise move for them. On land, the fish people were subject to too many restrictions. Of course, this is true even in shallow water.
His communications crystal lit up red.
While Fang Plover picked up the crystal, he stared at the situation in front, where a group of adventurers were wading across the middle of a street.
"How is the situation over there?" Su Changfeng asked.
"Fortunately, we are almost at our destination," Fang Plover replied. He suddenly paused, looked ahead and said, "Wait a minute, it seems like there is fog. There may be fish-man water fortune tellers operating nearby. "
The thick fog came from the south, and Fang Plover saw that the rolling fog swallowed up several blocks in an instant.
He hurriedly waved his hand in that direction, trying to attract their attention, but the adventurers there did not see this scene. They were trying to enter the fish-man's field of vision and help Bai Jia attract their attention. As for Bai Jia's position, Fang Plover can no longer see it at this moment.
The streets soon turned completely white.
"Fog?" Su Changfeng's voice in the communication crystal became tense: "Wait, be careful-"
Before he could finish his words, Fang Plover heard a deafening loud noise.
He raised his head in shock. He had probably never seen such a terrifying scene in his life: it was like a skyscraper plummeting down from the sky. His silver-gray skin was covered with fine steel scales. Suddenly poked out of the fog, hitting the block in front with a blow, causing a building to collapse.
But it wasn't a building at all. It was a head, half the size of a city block. Fang Plover could see clearly that half of the opponent's head was buried in a cloud of smoke, but a huge eye on it was staring directly at him through the fog.
what is that--
His mind went blank.
For a moment, a white wave rolled up by the shock wave pushed straight towards him. Fang Plover subconsciously threw himself on the high platform aside, but the water still pushed him back.
Until a hand stretched out from the side and pulled him up from the water. But Fang Plover was still in a daze, so the hand pushed him hard and pushed him in another direction. Fang Plover looked up and saw clearly that it was Sylvie who had pulled him, but the noble daughter was turning around - another huge head poked out of the mist there.
not good--
Fang Yu realized that Sylvester was sacrificing her life to save him.
The blood in his head surged, and he threw the clockwork fairy in his hand into the mist with all his strength in the water. The copper ball drew an arc and turned into a flash of light behind the mist. The head made a deafening roar, suddenly twisted in pain, and swept to the left.
It seemed to be on the wrong side of Sylvide at the last moment.
But at this moment, the fog rolled over and blocked Fang Plover's sight. Fang Plover was pushed in one direction by the current and hit a wall there heavily. The turbulent water made it impossible for him to change direction. He looked ahead and had no choice but to head sideways to the alley on the other side.
There was silence in the communication crystal.
As he moved forward, he loudly asked everyone's name, but no one, including Bai Jia, answered.
Only Su Changfeng said loudly to him: "Ed, please calm down."
"I'm calm!" Fang Yu said loudly.
Several stickleback figures appeared in the waterway ahead.
He waved his hand, and with two rays of silver light, the stickleback man's body and head were separated instantly. However, there was an elite warrior leader over there, using the spear in his hand to block the blade of the angel. Fang Plover didn't even think about it, and just threw an efreeti at it.
After the flash of explosion, the other party was instantly wiped out.
He took a few breaths, then calmed down and asked, "Why is Korath here?"
"Kolas has the ability to travel through the mist. It should have discovered you, or perhaps Luo Lin let it pass," Su Changfeng replied, "Tell us your coordinates. Just hold on, and we will come right away. "
"It's too late," Fang Plover replied, "Luo Lin must have asked him to come over and destroy the magic circle."
There was a pause there.
But after a moment, the knight's voice came again:
"Ed, it doesn't recognize the magic circle." Dickert replied.
Yes, Luo Lin could only tell these murlocs the approximate location, but the god Korath respected as the murlocs did not have the ability to perform alchemy, and neither did the murlocs.
Fang Plover calmed down completely.
But Korath would destroy everything here, he thought—
But before that, he still had a chance, and he had the only chance to get close to the workshop. He suddenly fell silent and continued to grope forward. He still remembered the location of the workshop in his memory, and the others could not die in vain.
Su Changfeng guessed his thoughts from his silence: "Ed, be calmer."
"When you face Korath later, we will have a chance to support you."
Fang Yu was startled for a moment, then asked: "What opportunity?"
"Look at the time."
Fang Yu took out his pocket watch. The time was seventeen minutes, and two minutes had passed since quarter of an hour.
A deep light flashed in his eyes, he understood, and asked: "What should I do?"
"You must give the most accurate coordinates at the first time, the more accurate the better -"
Su Changfeng encouraged: "Seize the opportunity, Ed."
Fang Plover took a deep breath.
The closest reference was the Vanrich bell tower five blocks away, while the other was to the north, the Alchemical Museum. The key, for a draftsman, was to visually determine the relationship between them. It's a good show.
But for the alchemist, it is the ultimate test of his spatial perception.
There was a small square in front of the Xilin-Spika family's workshop, and crossing that square was his only chance.
He looked around, and there was silence in the mist, as if everything before was an illusion. But being quiet was not a bad thing. He didn't know if his ship officer had escaped, but at least being quiet proved that the other party did not attract Koras' attention.
She might be hiding somewhere.
The live broadcast room watched this scene quietly.
The Clockwork Goblins flew so high that they could only see a billowing mist below:
Was the whole army destroyed?
The previous horrific scene shocked everyone, but the huge monster was still walking proudly in the mist, waving twelve huge heads, full of sharp teeth and fangs, and occasionally headed in this direction. A cold glance.
Across the screen, everyone could feel their hearts chilling.
This is not a film and television work, but the real existence of another world. It makes people feel heart-stopped. How did the mortals in that world gain a foothold or even survive?
"Fly a little further." The person in charge kept urging.
But the staff member was very embarrassed: "It can't be lowered any lower. If it is lower, it will enter the opponent's attack range."
"It's just a wind-up fairy. If you lose it, it's a loss." The person in charge said, "Give me the control gloves and let me do it——"
"Boss, you——"
The person in charge grabbed the control gloves and said angrily: "When I was in the Super Competitive League, you had nothing to do with me."
He said as he put on the condom calmly.
The middle-aged man in his forties has a divine expression on his face at this moment.
Everyone in the live broadcast room felt that their vision began to stretch downwards, all the way into the clouds and mist. After passing through a small gap in the mist, the vision in front of them suddenly broadened.
People saw seven or eight golden lights flying from the mist in front, blooming in all directions. The middle-aged man hurriedly and laboriously turned the clockwork fairy, looking at this scene with some astonishment. What he saw in his field of vision was a group of clockwork fairies rising uniformly, floating above the 'sea of clouds'.
What is he doing?
This is a common doubt among people.
He's measuring range.
But a thought suddenly flashed through the middle-aged man's mind.
Those clockwork fairies flying into the air, one after another, divided into two straight lines, each seeming to point to the southeast - just like the two intersecting axes of the Cartesian coordinate system. And in the angle between the axis, the behemoth was slowly emerging.
Fang Yu looked up at this scene.
The fog seemed to dissipate for a moment, allowing him to look across the top of the square and see the twelve poems juxtaposed with each other, looking down in this direction indifferently.
On the square, the small ones were like ants, and the big ones were as towering as mountains. Everyone in the live broadcast room held their breath at this moment and stared at this scene closely.
However, Fang Plover showed no fear. He raised his hand and a golden light surrounded Korath. The fish-man god let out an angry scream and seemed to turn his head to swallow this small golden light.
But at this moment, a ripple of magic spread out faintly.
"Five hundred and fifty meters away from the Vanrich Clock Tower."
"One thousand one hundred and twenty meters away from the Alchemy Museum."
Eleven kilometers away.
A sail battleship was suspended above the clouds, its slender hull shining golden light in the sun. On its left and right sides, the hanging horizontal sails were being folded in little by little, revealing the dark gunports below.
"Ship 571, level one combat readiness status."
"Calibration coordinates, Van Rijk Clock Tower, A711314."
"Calibrated coordinates, Van Rieke Alchemy Museum, A711327."
"The shooting calculations are completed."
The captain in a gray-blue coat gently put down the pipe in his hand and said calmly:
"Ship 571, gun crews one to four."
"Three rapid fire shots."
"Fire!"
A golden flash shines in people's hearts.
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