A beam of fiery red light was rising from the window. The light passed through the window and flowed on the rough parchment. The red light reflected the curved characters on the page. The dark and deep words seemed to be some kind of language coming from the abyss.
A moment later, the roar came from far away, making the adobe house tremble. Pepino stood up from the chair tremblingly and covered his documents with his body to prevent the shaken sand from falling into the cracks of the books.
He raised his head, and the golden-red light was reflected in the depths of his pupils. The scene just seemed like the end was approaching.
Under the firelight, the hard workers in the excavation site outside were fleeing in all directions, but no one cared about them because the air pirates were also busy with themselves.
And no one remembers him, an inconspicuous person.
The ground shook for a while before it calmed down. Then Pepino took a step back and carefully stroked the sand off the pages one by one with his hands.
His movements were trembling, but he was meticulous. He didn't know who was coming from outside, let alone where they were.
And only these documents are treasures in his eyes.
There was just a sudden tinkling sound. It turned out that he accidentally knocked a ring off the desk and rolled it to the ground.
Fortunately it was just a fake. Pepino bent down to pick it up, but saw the ring rolling forward until it hit a boot before stopping.
Pepino was slightly startled and couldn't help but look up. His eyes followed the boots upward, and above them was the hem of a robe - a dusty robe, worn on a wanderer wrapped in a long cloak.
Under the lowered hood of the other party, only the unshaven chin could be seen clearly, his lips were pursed and he said nothing.
The wanderer was holding an unconscious girl in his hands, and behind him, there was also a little girl who was barefoot and looking down at the ground. When Pepino saw this scene, his body froze and his mouth opened wide.
And then the man slowly raised his head, a pair of golden pupils under the hood flickering, just like sand passing by.
Pepino stepped back suddenly as if struck by thunder. Knocking over the chair behind him, the parchment scroll on the desk also rolled to the floor.
"you you you……"
The wanderer looked at him and replied calmly: "It seems that you still remember our agreement."
When the other person spoke, his voice was hoarse, but it carried an incredible magic power. It seems that after people listen to it, they can't help but feel affected by it. Pepino subconsciously took a step forward, and then suddenly reacted. He immediately stepped back and leaned against the desk, refusing to take another step forward.
In just a moment, the young man's forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat.
The wanderer slowly said: "Don't forget, this is a deal between us."
"And the appointed time has arrived."
"No," Pepino shook his head repeatedly and shouted in panic: "I, I'm not ready yet, and, and you haven't fully fulfilled your promise..."
But the wanderer shook his head: "This is a contract, and no one can break the contract."
At this moment, the golden light in his eyes disappeared like quicksand, and at the same time he raised his hand and slowly stretched it out in front of Pepino. The latter looked extremely panicked and couldn't help but let out a scream.
But after a while, all sounds died down.
The wanderer only looked at the young scholar standing in front of him with a blank expression.
He looked neither satisfied nor dissatisfied. He just turned around with an indifferent expression and walked out. The little girl with bare feet looked up at him, then lowered her head and followed him.
Behind the two of them, the scholar was following along in despair, like a puppet.
It wasn't long after the three people left.
The group of people kicked open the wooden door with a bang. A kind of blood shark air pirate swarmed in, but they looked at each other in confusion as they faced the scrolls of literature that rolled to the ground.
"Where are the people!?"
One of the captured workers responded hesitantly: "Sir, I saw him leaving with a stranger. I thought he was one of your people..."
The Blood Shark Air Pirate was so angry that he kicked him away: "Then why didn't you stop them, you idiot!?"
The worker screamed and hid in the corner shivering.
Seeing this, the air pirate knew that it would not help, so he picked him up from the ground and asked angrily: "Then which direction did you see them going?"
"I, I know something..." The man replied breathlessly, his voice almost trembling: "I, I saw them going in the direction of the city hall."
"Damn it!"
The air pirate threw him away and hurriedly said to the others: "Quickly inform the first officer, we will gather in the direction of the city hall immediately!"
All the air pirates nodded in unison.
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It took a lot of effort for Fang Plover to climb up the cliff where the city hall is located.
He tightened the cable creakingly, and got closer to the suspended corridor above. The magic winch was making an overwhelming sound, and bursts of white smoke were coming out - but several Blood Shark Air Pirates were passing below, and something was about to happen before him. After spotting him, there was not much time left for him to stop and wait for the engine to cool down.
He gritted his teeth, struggled upwards, and grabbed the break with his other hand. Then a pull-up and climbed up from there.
Although he also relied on the power of tightening the cable, before being strengthened by the Dragon Heart, he definitely would not have been able to perform such a level of movement.
Fang Plover turned over and climbed up to the break there. He looked down again and saw that several sky pirates didn't seem to notice the noise above their heads. This made him sigh in relief.
He carefully retracted.
Although his stealth skills are not high, in a battlefield environment, it is still difficult to make a sound that can overpower the sound of gunshots and explosions. Moreover, the air pirates must always be aware of the descendant of Flor who is ambushing ahead, so it is understandable that they did not discover him for a while.
But he could actually have come up in a more secure way.
For example, turning on the flying claw at full power, or using the flash of the angel, are all within the scope of consideration. But the power given to him by Eve has been used up, and the magic power consumption will naturally be saved as much as possible.
Although he had just exchanged spare magic crystals at Etila's place, it was impossible for Miss Elf to bring too many spare crystals. Now that the two of them are deep behind enemy lines, in order to avoid the same dilemma as before, they need to plan carefully.
Fang Yu looked at the fracture where he was.
In fact, this was originally part of the underground tunnel, but after experiencing faults, it is now exposed outside the cliff and looks more like a suspended plank road. He ducked and walked towards the other end of the plank road, where there was an entrance that he had already spotted.
And Etila, who transformed into a bird of paradise, had been waiting for him there, and when he appeared, she transformed into a human form in a cloud of mist.
Fang Plover was about to ask, but Miss Elf had already raised a finger, pressed it to her lips, and shook her head to indicate that there was someone inside.
When Fang Plover reached the end of the plank road, he couldn't help but glance into the crack leading into the cliff. It was dark inside. He turned back and looked at Miss Attila, asking with his eyes what she had found.
"People who are descendants of Flor." Attila lowered her voice to the lowest level and spoke carefully.
Fang Yu was not surprised that there were people descended from Flor here, after all, he was chasing these people here.
But he didn't say much, he just looked at the elf lady's gesture - there were two people of Flor's descent about ten meters inside the tunnel entrance.
It's just that he hasn't learned any special sign language, so he can only understand so much.
Etila probably also thought of this, so she added another sentence with her mouth: "An iron guard, a spell caster."
As for the faction of the spell caster, Miss Elf herself doesn’t know.
Fang Yu nodded to express his understanding.
He has dealt with people descended from Flor, so he naturally understands how troublesome they are. But now he no longer has the power of the Dragon's Golden Eyes given to him by Eve, so the first round of fighting is crucial.
He raised his hand, quietly summoned the angel, then closed his eyes and opened them again. The power he had previously obtained from the Dragon's Heart appeared again, and the time in the cave suddenly seemed to him as clear as daylight.
Only then did Fang Plover hold on to the reinforced gloves and walked inside with the capable angel.
Although this cave is a crack created by a fault zone, it was originally part of the tunnel after all, so it is fairly straight. The two didn't go far when they saw two people of Flor's descent guarding there.
The two of them were leaning on a flight of stairs, one behind the other. The iron guard was sitting in front, concentrating on applying a piece of grease on his sword to maintain the weapon.
The other spell caster closed his eyes and muttered to himself, probably strengthening his spell memory.
The vigilance of these two people was so lax, and their behavior was so different from that of the descendants of Flor before, which made Fang Plover a little surprised for a while. He even suspected that it was a trap and couldn't help but look around, but he didn't find anyone else.
He weighed the clockwork fairy in his hand again. If the place wasn't so narrow, and the subtle flapping of the clockwork goblin's wings would definitely attract the other party's attention, he would even want to throw the clockwork goblin out to investigate.
However, after Fang Yu carefully observed it for a while, he discovered the magic wand lying next to the caster. There is a big difference between the magician's magic wand and the elementalist's elemental magic wand, so the other party should be a genuine magician.
As for the magician, the spellcasting is much slower than the elementalist who can prepare the elemental crystal in advance; and the remaining iron guard does not seem to be able to cope with the surprise attack.
Fang Yu was silent for a moment, feeling as if he had seized an opportunity.
Although it looked a bit like a trap, he couldn't care less. If Miss Eve is really taken away by these people, I'm afraid there won't be much time left for him.
Fang Plover flicked his wrist, and commanded the capable angel to blend into the darkness, and walked quietly in that direction.
Although theoretically speaking, the opponent's squishy and high-attack character must be killed first during the raid, so his first choice at the moment is undoubtedly the magician.
However, Fang Plover has other considerations——
He knew that the only ones left here were those responsible for keeping watch, and there must be other members of the descendants of Flor in the city hall.
In order not to alert the enemy and reveal his identity, he must choose a quick decision.
The best solution for a quick victory, if possible, is to kill the shield guardian first. Once the Shield Guardian leaves the field, what kind of trouble can the remaining Mage with high attack power and low HP be able to make?
Therefore, Fang Plover immediately determined the target, and with a flick of his hand, the capable angel immediately accelerated and rushed towards the two members of the descendants of Flor.
The capable angel didn't make much noise when he moved, but it was obvious that the opponent was quite capable. At the moment when it was approaching, the iron guard reacted.
The opponent immediately threw away the grease in his hand, raised his sword subconsciously with his backhand, and a spark flashed in the darkness. With a sharp sound, the opponent blocked the powerful angel's arm blade without any hesitation.
But the balance value that the Angel of Energy responded to made Fang Yu slightly startled. The strength level of the Iron Guard was much lower than he expected.
Although the iron guard deflected the sword, Fang Plover had never been a one-sword player. Under his calm control, the capable angel used his right foot as a fulcrum to turn around and perform a side kick.
He raised his foot blade and stabbed the opponent with his sword.
"Construct!" The man seemed to have reacted and shouted in a low voice. But the capable angel forced him to retreat continuously. He had no time to get his shield, so he could only block it with his sword.
There was another burst of fire, and he still blocked the Archangel's foot blade, but the slender blade passed across his arm, leaving a wound there.
But the capable angel missed, and the foot blade actually thrust straight into the wall behind him, and pierced it with his sword.
Then it took advantage of it and raised its right foot to swing the sword at him. This sword was so tricky that the iron guard didn't react at all.
Or even if he reacted, it would be too late to regain his balance.
There was a "chi" sound, and a blood mark appeared on his neck. The iron guard's eyes widened and he scratched the spot with his hands in vain.
But suddenly he rolled his eyes and fell down.
Seeing this, Fang Yu said nothing, and immediately commanded the capable angel to pull out the foot blade from the wall and rush towards the magician on the other side.
But he had just completed this action, and then he couldn't help but be stunned. Because he found that the magician didn't react at all, let alone cast a spell. The other party actually picked up his magic wand in a panic.
But by this time it was too late.
Although Fang Yu was a little surprised, he would not give the opponent this chance. He just used his hand to turn into a knife and slashed forward.
The magician immediately lost his head and died inexplicably.
Fang Yu couldn't believe it when he saw the two people falling one after another. When he fought against the descendants of Flor before, the other party almost chased him to the point of despair. Why did these people suddenly become so good?
Even not everyone is a dragon knight. But the first team he met with the descendants of Flor were actually also elite.
Don't forget, in addition to Eve's power gain, he also had Mia and R on his side to help him. Even so, it would not be so easy for him to fight against the opponent.
He was still stunned for a moment before walking forward to check it out. It was quiet all around, and the imaginary ambush did not exist.
Fang Yu checked the bodies of the two, but unfortunately, the other party did not drop anything valuable.
But he raised his head, and Aitila suddenly said:
"Ed, someone is coming."
Fang Yu looked over there and was not surprised. These two people should be in a team with others. Although they may not have time to inform the other side of what happened here, if someone in the team died, others can still see it.
This was exactly the reason why he chose a quick victory, and the facts proved that he was not wrong in his judgment.
Miss Elf was injured and was not in a position to fight, so she had not taken action before. But in a battle like this, it doesn't really matter whether she makes a move or not.
But even if she didn't take action, Aitila still remained at least vigilant.
In fact, Fang Piao had sent out his clockwork goblin as soon as the battle was over, and by this time he had already captured the movement over there through the clockwork goblin.
There were three in total, and it seemed that the descendants of Flor liked this small team of five people very much. The leader of the three is a warrior with a broadsword, followed by an archer with a curved bow.
The last person was a spell caster. The clockwork goblin couldn't see the other person's magic device clearly, but Fang Yu blindly estimated that he should be a healer.
He had an idea in his mind, so he leisurely set up a trap, and then retreated with Aitila.
In just a moment, the three people appeared in the tunnel. They were obviously worried about an ambush, so although they hurried over, they still maintained a minimum formation.
The great swordsman is in front, the ranger is in the back, and finally the healer.
It's a pity that they only considered the ambush on the left and right sides, or the ambush in the darkness ahead, but they did not expect that their opponent was a combat craftsman.
They didn't even expect that the first wave of ambush would come from under their feet.
With a 'buzz' sound, the lurker Ts-1 jumped up, and the gravity trap was immediately generated. At the same time as these people slowed down, two screaming banshees flew over silently and dropped some light gadgets.
Just a moment later, the shock bomb and the flash bomb took effect at the same time. In a dazzling light, almost all three people were hit.
And taking advantage of the moment when the opponent was blinded, the capable angels lurking aside immediately attacked.
It's just that the great swordsman leading the group was probably the captain of the group. Although his reaction was much worse than that of the people Fang Plover met before, the battle could not continue.
The moment the capable angel approached him, the opponent actually raised his big sword and struck blindly with the sword. This sword struck right on the arm blade held out by the capable angel.
Both sides pushed away due to the other's strength, and Fang Plover's offensive naturally came to an abrupt end.
But before the great swordsman could breathe a sigh of relief, he heard the ranger on the side shout: "There's more!" He reluctantly opened his tearful eyes and looked around, only to vaguely see a shadow pushing away from him. The construct flew around.
It's nothing else but another powerful angel.
But the great swordsman's movements were slow to begin with, not to mention that he was caught off guard. He had no time to retract his sword, and could only watch helplessly as the sword of the capable angel pierced his chest.
The capable angel pulled out his sword and shot out a bloody arrow. At the same time, a bowstring sounded on one side, and it turned out that the ranger finally unfurled his bow and nocked an arrow, shooting at him.
Unfortunately, due to the effect of gravity, the opponent was still half a beat slower.
The ranger himself realized this at this moment. He probably thought that the capable angel would sideways dodge the arrow, so after one arrow, he immediately opened his bow and fired another.
It's just that he forgot that his opponent was a construct, not a real creature.
Fang Yu was worried that there were more enemies, so he had no intention of dodging the sword, and directly ordered the angel to catch it head on. Then he slashed at the ranger with his backhand.
The second battle ended in just a moment.
The healer saw his two teammates turned into dead souls under the sword in an instant in front of him, and lost his resistance, turned around and fled deeper.
But how could Fang Yu give him this opportunity? He caught up with him and killed him with a sword.
After the three fell to the ground, even Aitila could see it this time and couldn't help but mention: "The other party's level seems to have dropped significantly compared to before."
Fang Yu nodded, feeling something was not right in his heart. They just walked over and checked, and this time the three people finally dropped something.
He looked at it and saw that it was just a strange, gray triangular stone slab.
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