"Friend, look, you are a combat craftsman and I am a poet. Wouldn't it be a perfect match for us to form a team together?"
These words made Fang Plover forget to control the clockwork fairy for a moment, and let it fly out and fall to the ground. He looked at the other person a little stiffly - is this the word used?
What's more, he has never heard of such a lofty theory. Craftsman and poet are the two most incompatible professions in any situation. Constructs are not affected by any mental effects, and the poet's war songs and minor tunes happen to be mental effects. .
The poet coughed dryly: "--cough, I mean it's seamless, okay, no matter what, it's fine... Don't look at me like that, I'm not joking, and I'm not a rookie. I'm a combat poet, my singing voice It can pierce the courage of the enemies, and it can also warm the hearts of my own people. The sharp blade in my hand is cold and ruthless. I am both a tank and a shortstop. In short, I can protect you and let you command your thousands of troops with peace of mind."
His eyes were shining. Fighting craftsmen were rare, and masterless ones were even rarer. The other party's smooth reaction before showed that he was not a rookie. The novices were eager to hide themselves now.
But how did they know that for a qualified combat craftsman, the most important thing on the battlefield is to discover the enemy first.
He heard this theory from a very experienced combat craftsman, who was a famous boss. Unfortunately, the team was too high-level for him.
This eloquent talk really impressed Fang Yu. He thought that when it came to self-bragging, Parker was already the ultimate, but compared with this man, he still had to give up the crown.
Unfortunately, he remained unmoved: "No need."
One Papalar is enough.
Being so talkative has already given him an unreliable label.
"My friend, a lone ranger sounds cool, but two people are more efficient. And don't you really need someone to tell your story? Think about it, people must want to hear about a man who faced thousands of troops alone. artisan."
But especially this, Fang Plover doesn’t want it.
That'll just tell more bounty hunters - the purse strings for the operation are here, along with the reputation rewards.
"I have a team."
"It doesn't matter, I'm alone." The other party persisted.
“But we already have poets.”
"Then you must not mind one more poet."
"No," Fang Plover still shook his head, "No need."
The other party then sighed and shrugged, thinking that indeed there were no more powerful combat craftsmen without masters. If he had known earlier, he shouldn't have left the previous team, which was actually pretty good - much better than the previous one.
But he was not depressed, and still proposed: "Friends, how about we share intelligence? You must have anecdotes that are interested in this area, and I can help you share the pressure on the flanks later. You definitely need a reliable ally. Right?"
Only then did Fang Yu realize that compared with this man, Parker was not only inferior to the level of self-bragging, but also far from shameless and stubborn.
The opponent is equivalent to an enhanced version of the Papalar.
However, he felt a slight movement in his heart. They seemed to really need such a well-informed informant at the moment, who could come in handy whether it was to inquire about information or to inquire about information for them.
"Okay, we agreed," before Fang Pliance could answer, the big cat man in the distance had already answered for him, "After the battle, all of us will help each other and share information with you. Nothing is impossible.”
But this is also Fang Plover's idea. It doesn't cost much to share information anyway. It's nothing more than broadcasting the information on the battlefield on a public channel. And it is also beneficial for them to help their allies on the battlefield.
As the other party said, at least the pressure on their one wing will be much less, of course, provided that the other party can block it. But no matter what, they don't hurt.
He is not afraid that this guy will go back on his word, because there will definitely not be only one such battle, and the opponent does not look like the kind of short-sighted person.
"Then it's a deal," the poet immediately replied, leaving his name: "By the way, my name is Cuiye."
"Cuiye, isn't that Luye?"
Spending a lot of time with people, Big Cat people are deeply rooted in Chinese culture.
"No, no, no," the poet's face turned green, "It's green, not green. There's a difference."
However, Fang Yu didn't care whether the other party was green or green. Anyway, he first built a public channel and then pulled the other party in.
In fact, even he did not expect how useful this public channel would be later. However, when it was first established, it was indeed just to share information with a guy who seemed unreliable.
At this time, more flares were raised in the forest in the valley in the distance.
They were like beams of bright light, illuminating the pale and withered woodland. Not long after, the people on the front line of thorns saw someone retreating from the forest, and those blue shadows appeared behind them.
The chosen ones burned an open area about two hundred meters wide in front of the thorn front line and between the withered woodland. At this time, someone could not hold back and threw a fireball. In full view of everyone, the fireball turned into a golden light and swept across the open area.
The golden flame flashed away, and it flew into the forest, and then turned into a dazzling fire.
This was like a signal, causing the magicians and elementalists to throw out their spells. For a time, colorful lights appeared one after another in the open space, and the flashes of explosions in the forest almost merged into one. .
The gunmen soon started shooting, and white smoke rose from the position, which soon became filled with smoke.
Two rounds of intensive strikes effectively suppressed the pursuers, allowing the chosen ones who escaped from the forest to safely cross the open space and reach this end of the thorn front.
Those people didn't know what was going on, so they just kept thanking the people inside the defense line. After all, they were rescued by so many people at once. Apart from being confused, the only thing left in their hearts was probably huge emotion.
However, these two rounds of blows left Fang Plover a bit speechless.
Although he has not been in this world for long, he has experienced such a large-scale battle - the Battle of Long Summer in Talon between the Rainbow Alliance and the Descendants of Flor.
Compared with the well-trained and well-equipped selectors of the two major leagues, the current performance of these people is a bit of a headache.
The first two rounds of attacks are often very important in such a large battle. As long as the defending side is calm enough, it can cause huge damage to the opponent.
But the crystallization beast had just revealed its head, and these people were busy exposing their firepower preparations.
In fact, those crystallization beasts that were chased out were not even vanguards. As long as the crystals were not stupid, they would definitely adjust their attack methods.
Although Fang Yu didn't know how high the IQ of that guardian was, he thought he shouldn't be any stupider than these people.
But thinking on the bright side, the two rounds of attacks were not completely useless. At least they succeeded in saving the person, which boosted everyone's confidence.
At this moment, black dots rose up one after another on the position, and they flew over the battlefield in turn. This was when the combat craftsmen in each team finally reacted and began to release their reconnaissance eyes.
Fang Plover also made some gestures, causing the silver bee that had just fallen to the ground to fly again, and directed it to flap its wings across a small semi-arc and fly towards the valley in the distance.
His control over the clockwork goblins has already reached the point of proficiency. Although he is not alone or in his own group, he has at least reached the level of a first-line selector - just in this field.
There may be many such people in the second world, but here, compared with those colleagues who have bumped into each other, they are by no means the same.
Although few people may be able to detect the flight path of Fang Plover's clockwork fairy——
The silver bee had already unknowingly arrived first and flew in front of the eyes of all the combat craftsmen.
Its dark vision is extremely efficient in detecting in such an environment. Fang Plover only put one hand on the eyepiece and soon saw the disordered minions appearing in the forest.
Those blue shadows were densely arranged among the withered forest land, forming an attack wave.
Fang Plover looked at the hundreds of light blue shadows, like will-o'-the-wisps, and knew in his heart that these were the vanguard of the crystallized beasts; while the previous ones could only be regarded as scouts.
He directed the clockwork goblin to continue flying forward.
At this time, other clockwork fairies from the combat craftsmen also arrived one after another, and they captured the information in the woodland below one by one:
"They're coming!"
"Many, at least thousands!"
The sound of people shouting could be heard in the distance.
But the first ones to appear at the edge of the forest were the Chosen Ones. Scattered Chosen Ones were driven out of the valley, and there were more than a dozen teams of various sizes.
And those who didn't have time to escape would most likely risk their lives in that place.
"There are at least one and a half groups of people left in the Holy White Stone. There are about twenty or thirty people left in Hydra. There are more than twenty people in the Twilight Guild. Plus these Free Saints, the people who stay here It’s quite a lot.”
After the big cat man arranged the positions of the others, he walked up and spoke to him.
Fang Plover nodded. The full strength of Aitalia's regiment was eighty people. There seemed to be at least a hundred people left on the side of the Holy White Stone. Adding in the people from other guilds, there was indeed almost the same number.
After all, this place used to be a mining area, and several guilds stationed people here to mine source crystals. In addition to the miners, there are also guards responsible for guarding and transporting them, so it is not surprising that there are so many people left.
It can only be said that more people may have died in the first place.
This time, the lawful minions did not launch an attack immediately, but allowed the chosen ones to successfully escape and return to the defense line.
Huge cheers erupted from the crowd, as if being able to save these people gave them great confidence. But Fang Plover didn't see it that way. The crystallized beast showed restraint, which showed that the crystal had adjusted its tactics.
This is not good news.
However, despite having such thoughts, he did not stop, and through the Clockwork Fairy's field of vision, he marked out the disordered minions stationed in the forest one by one.
Especially the location of each disordered minions cluster close to their side, he specially marked it and shared it through the team channel and public channel.
Tianlan and the others were okay. After all, they were already used to their leader's fighting style. If there wasn't such clear battlefield information, they might have been surprised.
After all, isn't that what combat craftsmen are responsible for on the battlefield?
But a surprising message came from the public channel:
"!?"
In order to avoid occupying the channel, Cuiye sent text messages.
Fang Yu still didn't understand what this message meant. He just looked in that direction - the other party had retreated to their right wing. As expected, that guy was very eloquent and actually gathered a group of people in such a short period of time. We formed a temporary team together.
Fang Plover looked at it and saw that there seemed to be about twenty people.
Cui Ye also looked in his direction and gave a thumbs up.
At this moment, Cui Ye felt like he was hugging a real thigh. This was when he pulled the people around him into the public channel one by one, shared the battlefield information sent by Fang Plione one by one, and looked at the shock on everyone's faces. When he looked at the unexpected expression, he already understood this.
Although it is said that this is actually not a complicated skill, it is nothing more than practice makes perfect. It only requires thousands of repeated exercises to achieve it.
But anyone who can reach this point is enough to be called a boss here, and it is impossible to have any contact with people of his level.
It's pretty good for most people to be able to see how many enemies there are and roughly tell them which direction they are coming from - if they have to mark the positions of the enemies one by one, there is a high probability that they will forget to control the Clockwork Fairy and let it fly. Leaving the target area or bumping into something.
"Please work harder. Do you know how much talk I have wasted by finding such a master?"
He did not forget to boast: "Listen to my command later and we will act as planned."
Although everyone didn't know how much talk the other party had wasted, they still nodded in unison without looking at the advertisement to see the efficacy.
About a few minutes later, news came from battle craftsmen everywhere that the crystallized beasts began to attack——
Even though there were no combat craftsmen, the magicians of many teams used Mage Eyes or similar spells to give early warning. At this time, dots of blue fire appeared in the forest.
However, after experiencing the previous round of own goals, the people in the defense seemed to finally realize that the previous two rounds of attacks were not worthwhile, and now they finally could not bear to take action anymore.
But the rangers set up their bows first, and the Papalars also took off their crossbows and spread them out on the ground.
They used magic bows and magic crossbows, which were certainly not flimsy flower stands. The light of free elements immediately shone in the air.
The first faint blue tide surged out of the forest, and it was so dense that there was no end in sight, with a few of them numbering in the thousands.
At this time, there was a creaking sound in the forest, and a row of tall gray tree men came up from behind, crossed the crowd, and formed a wall of trees in front of the defense line.
It was probably this tall and thick tree wall that gave everyone some confidence. Fang Plover saw many gunmen coming out in the distance, juxtaposed with each other, raising the magic guns in their hands - a line was listed behind the tree wall. Firing Front.
Gunslingers have the skill Line Tactics. When they shoot close to each other, they can greatly increase their hit rate, reloading efficiency, and rate of fire. For the gunslinger, lining up is almost an instinctive move.
Except for the Jaegers.
Sylvide is a gunslinger who majors in this field. She is lying behind a thornbush not far from Fang Plover, assembling and adjusting her own spear.
Fang Yu also summoned his own dragon hunters. Four tall structures were lined up. However, since there were not many people in his direction, not many people noticed these four dark, A slender body.
In fact, when not shooting, generally not many people would notice the inconspicuous humanoid appearance of the dragon hunter.
Not to mention the lancers behind the dragon hunters. Their bulky appearance makes them look like cannon fodder, the main force on the battlefield.
However, there are as many as twelve of these lancers. If they are only allowed to suppress fire continuously in one direction, the closed-loop device can do the job on its own and does not need to take up too much computing power. He could even control more, just to not look so shocking.
In fact, when he and Miss Tata are on the ship together, the Seven Seas Traveler is a real aircraft carrier. What temporarily limits its combat effectiveness is the upper limit of his production of Lancers.
The only thing that restricts this is the number of Earth Source Crystals. At least the little information he currently has is far from enough to satisfy the Seven Seas Traveler's maximum control.
He couldn't even satisfy himself.
The group of lawful minions in this direction came out in three directions, but Fang Plover had already clearly marked them, so when they swept out of the forest, the defense line in this direction was not surprising at all.
The rangers were the first to release the first round of arrows.
With the blessing of magic bows, the arrows they projected were almost like a howling wind, bringing up streaks of white clouds over the battlefield - each feather arrow passed over the battlefield in a small arc, Then he flew towards the first row of disorderly minions.
When fighting alone, with the level of these rangers, it is almost impossible to hit an opponent in the first round. But cluster combat is another concept. On a battlefield less than two to three kilometers long and wide, the density of thousands of units is almost unavoidable.
Moreover, when a gust of arrows rained down, there was not much room to dodge calmly.
Fang Plover had already discovered earlier that although the attack power and dexterity of the minions of disorder were among the best at their level, their weaknesses were also very prominent.
That is to say, the protective ability is worrying.
And this shortcoming is greatly magnified on such a battlefield.
He almost looked at the blue shadow as if it had hit an invisible wall, and fell down in the shower of arrows.
It's just that another advantage makes up for this shortcoming, and that is the terrifying quantity.
The attacking arrows composed of thousands of crystallized beasts are like an astonishing tide. The blue tide rolls out from the withered forest land. The rangers' arrow rain is only in this vast ocean. It just caused a splash.
Their speed was very fast. They crossed most of the open area almost suddenly, and soon approached the wall of thorns.
The tall tree people took steps and walked forward.
But this only happens in other areas of the battlefield -
On the left wing of the entire battlefield, Fang Plover only heard a clear voice coming from the right front:
"put--!"
That was Cuiye's voice.
The next moment, the fire clouds were gathering above the sweeping blue tide, forming dark clouds. The next moment, golden-red cracks were revealed from the surging clouds.
It was like a golden eye that was opening one after another. It only flickered slightly, and then beams of dazzling light came down from it. At that moment, it was as if fire rain fell from the sky and fell into the blue tide.
Pieces of lawful minions were turned into ashes in the flames.
"Ritual Spell!"
"Fuck!"
People from other directions on the battlefield were shocked when they saw this scene. But they were not amazed by the lethality of this spell, although ritual spells have always been known for their powerful power.
But the key is that ritual spells take a long time to prepare, and these people must have some mental problems to cast such a spell on the open space at such a tense moment.
And those disorderly minions were so stubborn that they actually ran into them.
How lucky is this?
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Miaoshuwu
