Rhett took out his pocket watch and checked the time. The human's silver pocket watch lay in the lion's big furry paws, more like a pocket toy. There was still a quarter of an hour before the meeting. After staying with other people for a long time, he became accustomed to the second-minute timekeeping method, which was more accurate than Taliace.
The light from above the dome passes through the canopy and becomes darker, and will become even darker as night falls. This was not the case here in the past, but for the convenience of the Chosen Ones, the Tree People took great care.
The big cat man raised his head and looked at the curled and glowing fruit pods hanging from the tree trunks. Together with the fireflies summoned by the fairies, they together formed the night in this golden forest.
This place couldn't help but remind him of the sacred grove in the Hill of Giant Trees. While he was thinking about it, he suddenly felt someone hit him from behind. The big cat man turned around, just in time to see three weird people wrapped up tightly walking past him.
"Everyone, your things are lost." He said immediately.
The three people turned around together. They were covered in long cloaks and hoods. A pair of eyes under the brim of the hat looked around cautiously and found that they had not lost anything.
The three of them looked at the tall lion paladin at the same time and asked dissatisfiedly: "What are you doing?"
The young lady naturalist next to the big cat man looked at the former with her black and white eyes worriedly, then turned to the three of them. She opened her mouth, but in the end she made no sound and only took a weak breath.
The lion paladin was not as timid and cautious as the latter. He smiled and said: "Everyone's politeness and education have been lost, so I suggest you pick it up."
"Damn it," one of the three people said angrily: "Where did you get this lunacy? Are you looking for trouble?"
Before he could finish speaking, a reflection hit him in the face. The big cat man immediately pulled out the holy sword and said seriously: "Under the witness of Marlan"
The companion of the man in black immediately grabbed his own man and whispered: "Forget it, don't cause trouble..."
The man was also sweating coldly. He looked at the Lion Paladin and cursed in his heart that these tin cans were all crazy. But before Rhett finished reading his lines, the three of them turned around and left without saying a word.
Jita even heard a curse coming from afar:
"These damn Lotao savages!"
She looked at the big cat man, opened her mouth, and finally made an almost inaudible voice: "Mr. Reid..."
"Don't worry," the big cat man sheathed his sword and said with a smile: "I don't intend to get serious with them. They are strong on the outside and strong on the inside. See? Jita, you don't have to worry about these people. Sometimes you need to behave. Be brave.”
"I, I know..." Jita replied weakly.
Rhett glanced at her with gray eyes and shook his head slightly.
At this time, a certain group leader who was confused about the situation came over, looked at the two people who were having a conversation with curiosity, and couldn't help but ask: "What happened just now?"
"No, it's just a small conflict," Rhett replied, looking at the latter: "What, is the person here, little guy?"
Fang couldn't help but look at Jita.
Jita's face turned red. She would not lie, but she was too embarrassed to betray the big cat man, so she just nodded like an ostrich.
Although Fang was a little doubtful, he still replied: "They are inside, let's go there together."
Considering the considerable consulting fee provided by the Seven Seas Travel Group, those people arrived on time.
They were sitting in a corner of the hall, including Cui Ye, a total of five people.
The poet introduced each other very familiarly. The four of them were all chosen and the most ordinary life professionals. The three of them came from Paltunan, a city in the middle of Nognis. The remaining one is from Farstrider Port, a scholar from the Miners' Association, and a silver medal from the Corin Ithurian Geographical Society, but that place is actually closer to Asuka.
However, because she is a chosen one, Aitaria's identity is more like a number on paper and is not important. Everyone can quickly find a common topic.
The scholar asked him a little curiously: "Are you the great god who has been so popular on the battlefield recently?"
Fang was confused: "What great god?"
"Cuiye told us, didn't he? Master, you are really from the top ten guilds. Which guild are you from?"
The poet smiled cheekily and sent him a message: "I won't be able to talk to them unless I tell them this way. Most people will not reveal such secret information to outsiders."
Fang glared at this guy angrily. This guy was just talking nonsense.
However, he also understands that everyone has learned a lot over the years and will not easily sell the information they have at a low price. How much information was inadvertently revealed eventually became the key to important events.
Although they may not necessarily use it, who would want to be the beauty of others? Even the aborigines learned this skill along with the selectors.
But he was still not used to lying, so he shook his head and said:
"Who am I?"
Of course, this depends on who you compare yourself to. Fang thinks that he is still far behind Ms. Ming, Odin and the others.
But the scholar was unyielding: "Why don't you count? I heard that those teams relied on your reconnaissance before they dared to go to war. They refused to send people out of the valley without you participating in the activities. They also have combat craftsmen, but compared to the great gods, they simply send Is it of no use?"
It was exaggerated, it was so exaggerated that everyone couldn't help but blush. The fact was of course not that outrageous. The reason why those teams did not send people out was purely because someone had ambushed the crystal outside.
In fact, other combat craftsmen can also detect lurking enemies, but they are not as accurate as him. However, this has nothing to do with detection efficiency, but is simply risk control.
But this cannot be explained, otherwise it will only become darker and darker. Fang does not want to be regarded as a public enemy by other combat craftsmen. He could only cough lightly and said, "Let's get down to business, shall we?"
Fortunately, his 'identity' as a master may still have some prestige in the eyes of several life professionals, so he brought the topic back to the main topic with just one sentence.
Since everyone was a selector, Fang didn't need to make small talk and went straight to the point and asked about the situation at that time.
He had learned some details from Cuiye beforehand. Several miners said they had seen those people, but the key was whether they thought they were the same group of people.
He must discern this from the details.
The scholar was still the first to speak. He thought for a moment before replying: "...We should have met those people in the middle of July. I can't remember clearly whether it was the 16th or the 17th."
"It's the seventeenth," but another miner replied categorically: "I remember clearly, the day before we found a large piece of earth source crystal, that was the day. At that time, we were searching down the canyon. Better mining area, and then I saw those people in the chasm below.”
At this time, another person also nodded: "That should be the case. I also remember the situation at that time. We were still a certain distance away from them at that time, and they did not notice us at the first time. At first, Ten thought they were from the expedition team. People, because it was still an unopened area down there at that time, and for safety reasons, life professionals generally would not go down there. Old Ten and the others were going to say hello to those people, but I stopped them."
Fang couldn't help but ask: "Why?"
"Because I have a more cautious personality, I feel that those people are not from the same group as us. There are also people from other guilds on the expedition team. Most of their shirt styles are familiar to us, but those people are different. And they carry weapons. I Worry about getting into unnecessary trouble.”
"Then what?"
"Originally we didn't intend to cause trouble, but we didn't expect them to stop. If we continued to move forward in that place, we would probably be discovered by them, so we had to stop. They seemed to be talking after they stopped."
Fang asked again: "What are they talking about?"
The man shook his head: "It was too far away to hear clearly. But then they seemed to have an argument and their voices became louder, and we finally heard a few words clearly. One person said: 'That guy Luo Lin just doesn't succeed enough. I remember this sentence very clearly, because something like the invasion of the dark dragon happened to happen in Vanrik at that time, and there was a lot of commotion. I remember that there was a man named Luo Lin among them. I don’t know if he was. the same person."
Fang frowned, instinctively telling him that this Luo Lin was Bi Luo Lin, and he was also a Dragon Worshiper? He calmed down and continued to ask: "Is there anything else?"
"They also mentioned the door, Idos, substitutes, etc., but they couldn't hear clearly. They didn't discuss it for long, and then left."
"In what direction did they leave?"
"The other side of the crack should be the exit leading upwards. We didn't follow it, and we don't know if anyone else has seen them."
"You haven't seen these people since then?" Fang asked.
Several people nodded together.
Fang asked again: "Have you told anyone else about this?"
The scholar replied: "We talked to the group leader once, and the group leader reported the matter. At that time, he sent people to search for these people, but nothing happened. After that, not many people paid attention to it, because it was There are quite a few free-choice people below, and it’s possible that we admitted our mistake.”
"Okay," Fang took a breath, feeling that nothing could go wrong. Regardless of whether the other party was a Dragon Worshiper or not, but judging from his tone, he was definitely a Dark Believer. He thought for a moment and said, "Do you still remember that place?"
"Of course I remember."
"Then can you draw a map for me?"
Several people looked at each other and nodded.
But the scholar among the four was about to speak. Suddenly, Jita, who was sitting nearby, stood up from her seat and looked around with a somewhat solemn expression.
Fang was slightly startled and couldn't help but ask: "Jita, what's wrong?"
"I feel that the ether flow in the air is abnormal. Brother Ed, someone is gathering elements."
Several miners were stunned. Can people still feel the flow of ether? This was the first time they had heard of this novel statement, and the scholar pondered for a moment and looked at Jita with his mouth wide open: "You, you are... Bo, Bo..."
"it's here?"
Jita nodded slightly.
Fang Huoran raised his head and looked around. The big cat man's claws also pressed on the hilt of his sword. Gathering elements means that someone is casting a spell. As the ancestor of dismantling spells, naturalists are extremely sensitive to the flow of all spell energy. Jita feels that she will probably not make a mistake.
Destructive magic accounts for most of the elemental spells. If someone chants such a spell in the 'safe zone' in such a densely populated place, what good can be done?
But compared to the detection ability, the big cat man is still better. A target was quickly reflected in his silver-gray eyes. The man was wrapped in a tight cloak. He held the elemental staff in one hand and placed it on the edge of the table, while the other hand was placed under the table and muttered something.
Although Rhett couldn't feel the flow of ether, seeing these three 'acquaintances', he couldn't understand what was going on.
He immediately said: "Ed, Jita, over there."
Jita glanced over and saw those three people, and her eyes widened.
"Jita," Fang ordered: "Tear down his spell."
Miss Naturalist nodded, held her hands up, and a large silver book appeared in her hands. When the scholar saw this book, he didn't understand Jita's profession, and he immediately stood blankly on the spot.
Naturalist, a noble profession from Yingang, the top of the ivory spire of scholars. On the day he became a scholar, he heard his mentor tirelessly mention the inheritance of this profession.
There are also legends about them circulating in the community, as well as the top selectors who walk in this ranks, but he has never seen them.
until today
The elementalist was still unaware of it, but his spell had come to an end. He suddenly stood up from his position, holding his elemental staff and pointing in a certain direction in the hall of trees.
A flame-colored crystal appeared in mid-air, and under the other party's instructions, it whizzed away there.
But the imaginary fireball did not occur. After the crystal cracked, it turned into a less obvious flame. The flame rolled out and passed over everyone's heads.
The elemental man had a look of astonishment on his face. He looked at his left hand and thought for a moment that he had remembered the spell incantation incorrectly.
However, the flames still caused damage, and the slender fire snake finally landed on a shelf displaying countless fine wines. The high temperature caused the glass to break, igniting the alcohol produced by fermentation.
The fire suddenly rose and turned into a fire dragon, winding and coiling over the drunk driver.
This scene caused quite a commotion in the Tree Hall. The owner of the Tree Hall, an elf lady, was anxiously running around on the bar: "It's on fire! It's on fire!"
"Miss Nada, let's help you!"
The Chosen are always surprisingly united when it comes to helping a beautiful lady.
Some people noticed the culprit who caused all this, "The guy who set the fire is there, don't let him get away!" Enthusiasts drew their weapons and surrounded the elementalist.
But before they could get closer, the man in black next to the elementalist stood up, pushed his hand forward, and an invisible force pushed everyone up and down.
A few people even fell into the fire and immediately screamed, making the hall even more chaotic.
This hand shocked everyone. It's not that they didn't know the power magician, but they had never seen one who was so powerful.
But at this moment, the lion paladin stood up and lifted the table in his hand in that direction. The huge force directly caused the wooden table to fly up and hit in that direction.
The magician immediately turned around and waved his hand. The wooden table seemed to be held by an invisible hand in mid-air, turned and fell to the side, and fell to pieces.
"My table!" Miss Goblin almost cried angrily.
But the two people fighting could not hear her voice. When the big cat man flipped the table over, he unsheathed his sword and rushed in that direction.
However, the third man in black stood in front of him. Sparks flew everywhere. The man held a pair of black scimitars and held his big sword. He looked like a ranger.
Only then did the magician free his hands, and he finally reacted, not forgetting to remind: "Be careful, they also have a naturalist." Then he raised his hands and was about to cast a spell on Red.
However, a gunshot was heard.
The moment Red attacked, Fang pulled out his gun from under his coat and fired a shot at the top of the Hall of Trees. It hit the wooden chandelier above the wizard's head without any bias, breaking its chain and causing it to fall with a crash.
The magician had no choice but to interrupt his gesture and roll to the side to avoid the blow.
But before he could stand up, a rocket flying fist flew towards the elemental user Ji Ji who was on the side. He was about to cast a spell, but there was someone faster than him.
Jita's voice was thin but clear: "Grow, curl, and bind."
The floor next to the elementalist suddenly seemed to be given life. The wooden boards stood upright, curved and wrapped around him, wrapping him tightly.
"Wood Shaping Technique!" Someone in the hotel exclaimed, and they thought it was Amaya's followers who had arrived.
Only then did the elementalist see clearly that the person who attacked him was actually a little girl. In a fit of rage, he cast a silent spell, and flames fell from the sky like smoke clouds, burning the wooden planks around him into ashes.
But in this way, Fang's rocket flying fist also hit the magician's shield firmly.
The six-sided grid shone in layers, but it still couldn't completely remove the impact. The magician flew straight away and hit the wall. It was only thanks to the protection of the shield that the opponent did not faint, but he immediately reacted, gritted his teeth, reached out and pushed Xiang direction hard.
A huge force swept over, carrying tables and chairs and whizzing towards them.
Without saying a word, Fang pulled Jita and rolled to the side; Cuiye also reacted quickly, pushing several miners away and hiding to the side himself. The table and chairs crashed against the wall and shattered on the floor.
When the goblin lady saw this, she immediately rolled her eyes and fainted.
The magician failed to hit the target, but he took the initiative and immediately threw a spell to the left and a spell to the right. While pulling Jita to dodge, Fang pressed his hand on the information crystal, and then took out something from under his coat.
It was a small round ball, but it was not a clockwork fairy, but a small alchemical smoke bomb that he used to practice. He threw it with his backhand, and a cloud of smoke suddenly exploded in the hall.
The magician was stunned for a moment, then immediately took a step back and took off the short staff from the belt, and said: "Wind creation technique"
But before he finished speaking, a black shadow suddenly flashed in the smoke on the right side. Without even thinking about it, he immediately changed the spell in his mouth and pointed his short staff at the opponent: "Immobilize."
However, the ripples of ether swept across, and the shadow over there suddenly disappeared.
Mirror machine!
The magician secretly screamed something bad and immediately turned around.
But it was a little too late, a dark red light appeared behind the smoke, followed by a whistle, and the sharp light of a knife parted the clouds. The sword flashed away, and the magician had no time to react. The six-sided grid was shattered, and his field of vision was also divided into two.
He let out a scream.
This scream caused the ranger's hand movements to lag slightly. This was just a slight mistake, but it gave the Lion Paladin an opportunity to fly the scimitar in his hand with a sword.
The man opened his mouth wide and watched as the scimitar he flew up spun around in the air and fell.
When he came back to his senses, only the gleaming blade of the Annihilator came into view.
"Wait."
But the word "appeasement" does not exist in the Big Cat Man's dictionary. There is only a sword in the head.
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