The flames in the deep forest flickered, and the screaming sound was even more unprepared. A ranger next to the man tilted his body and flew out like a piece of wood. He rolled around for a few times before stopping. A hole the size of a bowl opened on his right shoulder, and blood gushed out. The armor value of the dragon leather armor and the magical protection formed by the ether guide on it saved his life. But that was all. Even if the healer pulled him up, the ranger lost his ability to fight for a short time.
The dragon hunter looked at this scene mechanically. There was no real emotion in the cold and flashing red light. He pulled the lever back, turned the barrel of the gun, unloaded the bullet, and loaded the firing pin. Due to the Imperial Type 11 Magic Gun The air-guided structure has not yet been developed, so it seems bulky and inefficient, but at this time it is full of a religious ritual feel.
Fang Plover did not immediately attack the elementalist, magician, or even the healer, because he was looking for a chance to kill him with one blow. The caster has a stable shield, and the Nightingale type has intuitive dodge, so the ranger is the best target. They use their strong perception ability as a means of survival, but they are very vulnerable if they do not detect the enemy.
The fallen ranger was like an opportunity on the battlefield, and some people seized this opportunity. Although he couldn't tell where the attack came from, the leader of the Holy White Stone still drew his throwing ax at that moment, turned around with all his strength, took the ax blade out of his hand, and threw it spinning towards the high ground.
He let out a cry: "Kill them!"
The ax blade hit the large shield of an iron guard with a loud noise, and cut deeply into it. The iron guard staggered backward. This order was like a declaration of attack. The rangers of the Holy White Stone Guild raised their bows and pulled the strings - the bow arms made a heart-wrenching sound. People took aim, took a deep breath, and then released their bows in unison. He raised his hand and threw a hail of arrows.
The black dots whistling down in mid-air symbolized a reply - they had long disliked these people, no matter whether they could beat them or not, but the motto of the Chosen Ones was to fight them first. Isn't it just a life? Sometimes it is very expensive, but sometimes it has to give way to other purposes - this purpose can be full of interests and calculations, but it can also be pure and direct, with a kind of Yan Zhao. The spirit of a wise man.
It was too late to worry about what was happening behind the scenes. The man was an experienced commander, and he was keenly aware of which side was the better opponent to deal with the moment Fang Plover took action. He first turned around and glared at the elementalist fiercely - the latter also understood at this moment that he was in trouble. He seemed not to have expected that things would turn out like this, and he couldn't help but choke:
"Boss, I..."
"Shut up," the man interrupted, "deal with the people of the Holy White Stone first and defeat them."
The Twilight people showed their experienced side at this time and did not need anyone to direct them. The Iron Guards had automatically formed a front. Most of them were Glenwall Gray Crow Guards, including the 'Grey Moon Guards' and 'Order'. These two attributes of "Jingran" have a lot of bonuses when fighting side by side, which can give full play to the strength of the battle line.
The connected black shields formed an icy barrier as if illuminated by the gray moon above the wilderness of Glenwall, while the rangers of the Holy White Stone, whose level was too different from theirs, were reloading their arrows this time. The iron guard looked a little weak in front of him. The arrows clanked against the iron wall, but could not shake it in the slightest.
The iron guards thrust their large shields to the ground, and one person between two opened his shield to the side, just like a door opened on the barrier. The dusk ranger and the crossbow archer stepped out of it, raised their bows and fired. The arrows from both sides staggered in mid-air. Although there were a few black shadows, the center of the Holy White Stone Guild fell down immediately after flying past. several people.
Behind the ranger and crossbow archer, agility professions, nightingales and double swordsmen came out, running down the high ground like sharp arrows, shooting towards the position of the Holy White Stone Guild. "Stop them!" The leader of the Holy White Stone Union shouted when he saw this, and at the same time he took the lead and stopped them.
The Iron Guards immediately came out and formed a line of defense - but even if they were to fight with more and less, the people of the Holy White Stone Guild knew in their hearts that they did not dare to say that victory was certain.
Below the high ground, the great swordsman was wielding his great sword to fend off the arrows from the Holy White Stone Guild. He was hit by at least two or three arrows, but they were not affected at all by being stuck between the thick chain armor.
The great swordsman laughed loudly, and made a thumbs down gesture to everyone in the Holy White Stone contemptuously, "Don't overestimate your own abilities!" He took off another great sword from behind, held the sword with both hands, and threw it with all his strength. , swung the sword in his right hand towards the Holy White Stone Guild's front.
The whirling sword was like the blade of a windmill, flying from far to near in the blink of an eye. The iron guards raised their shields to block, but the sword blade cut into their large shield with huge force, splitting the shield. For two, he crashed into them again.
The iron guard of the Holy White Stone flew out like scattered parts from a machine and rolled to the ground - the giant sword continued to move forward, bringing down a group of people. The iron guard who was hit first had his chest armor curled and cracked, and rose-colored blood and white light poured out from his mouth. He opened his mouth wide, and it seemed that he could not survive.
Time Reflection wiped the blood on his face, and looked back at his comrades who had fallen to the ground. He clenched the magic wand in his hand, and instead of feeling the fear of the aftermath of the disaster, he felt anger in his heart.
He looked forward, and the regiment leader turned around and took a breath: "Maintain the front."
The latter's voice was not high, and he seemed not sure whether this battle would be a disaster or not. But he is like a solemn stone statue, his eyes are indifferent and his body is straight. No matter what the outcome is, he has made a decision - as for the rest, let the sword in his hand decide -
The flames on the old tree man's body had been extinguished. The seriously injured tree looked silently at the humans in front of it, as if just as the heart of the tree said, they were both upright and greedy, cowardly and brave, as if they were both good and evil. They were just a moment ago. The devil's accomplice, but at the next moment he faced a powerful enemy and spoke out with his sword.
The Chosen Ones are really a complex group of creatures.
The only hope everyone has is that the other half of Taniguchi's regiment can arrive in time, but it seems a bit slim. Then what's left is the unknown helping hand.
At that moment, Time Reflection heard that familiar voice again.
It's like a dark divide——
It was a gunshot.
To be precise, it was the second gunshot.
The man quickly realized that something was wrong and that he might have made a wrong judgment. The firepower from behind was stronger than he imagined. The bullets hit the shields opened by the magicians and turned into a golden rain of light. The flying sparks were taking away the durability of the shields, and the six-sided grid flickered. It shines brightly, but becomes lighter layer by layer.
The magicians almost screamed one after another:
"The attack power is so high!"
"I can't hold it anymore."
The two constructs with their heads glowing with dark red light took turns to shoot and advance, and slowly walked out of the forest. They hardly needed the time to reload as they fired alternately, and streams of white smoke advanced forward, mixed with golden flames. It's almost like two top gunners, whose level is equal to or even higher than theirs, are fighting them, and they are extremely calm and almost unaffected by the outside world——
"Stop them quickly!" someone shouted.
But the magicians held up their staffs and were helpless. Most of their spells are ineffective against constructs, and the psychic system has been completely destroyed. All spells and bytes related to living entities are ineffective, and the limited series of spells that can produce effects are almost all from In the hands of the elementalist.
The elementalists successively tried acid rain, disintegration ray, metal fatigue and ether impact, but all the spells were useless until someone shouted in a shocking voice: "Higher magic resistance!" This sentence seemed to have magic power, and at that moment Let everyone's curses be silenced.
People's eyes couldn't help but turn to that man.
The man opened his mouth.
At this time, a construct finally stopped. After a round of six shots, it squatted on the ground and began to reload. Although the other construct is still firing, it should not have many rounds. But suddenly, two other dark red lights appeared in the forest. At that moment, everyone in Twilight experienced the whole process of falling from heaven to hell.
Someone finally realized what it was: "Combat Craftsmen!" But this voice was chilling. What level of combat craftsmen were fighting with them in the forest, and where did their opponents come from? There was a battle craftsman among them, and the alchemist reacted and released the clockwork goblin in a panic. For fighting against combat craftsmen, it is much easier to find out the opponent's position than to solve the opponent's construct.
He released seventeen clockwork goblins in succession, and the golden light flying all over the sky was almost his limit. This scene looked like a spectacle to the people of the Holy White Stone below the high ground - there were no such high-level combat craftsmen in their guild, and they could not imagine who the other party was trying to deal with with all their strength.
But Time Reflection seemed to have guessed it, and a light of ecstasy flashed in his eyes. They were coming!
The dusk battle craftsman raised his right hand high and let the clockwork fairy rise into the air. However, his control was not precise, and most of it was managed by the system's computing power. The golden clockwork fairy turned into streaks of light and rushed towards the forest.
People looked up at this scene.
But few people noticed that the dragon hunters at the edge of the forest stopped; they seemed to hear a subtle, harsh buzzing sound at that moment. At first, people did not realize where the sound came from, but until It gets bigger and clearer.
Fang Yu gently turned his wrist, and his eyes under the goggles flashed with a calm light - no matter how many times, Alice felt a little weird every time she saw the other party doing this.
Although she knew that the other party was the hero who saved Fenris Island, and he had killed one god - no, two gods. But the other party's overly childish appearance and his always slow and idiotic reactions, these two completely different attributes are mixed together, always making people full of wonder and complex emotions.
The shimmering array in the forest is projecting silver structures. They complement each other and hang under the canopy, like a galaxy in the darkness.
When the golden clockwork fairy flew over the woods, people saw a silver cloud rising from the canopy. God knows what the battle craftsman saw. He almost screamed and almost lost his control gloves. Throw it out.
The next moment, countless golden lights flashed out from the silver clouds. The golden lights were very messy - but their number was dense enough, like fire nets, filtering through the golden clockwork fairies, once, twice, three times. all over. In fact, there are still fish that have slipped through the net. Silver Bee's shooting accuracy has always been criticized, let alone against a flexible target like Clockwork Goblin.
But the twilight alchemist seemed to be stunned. He had never seen so many flexible constructs, let alone a construct goblin that could fire. Even though there were a few survivors, he seemed drunk. Under the control of someone drunk, he crashed into the tree and was torn into pieces.
The man turned his head, as if he wanted to ask something, but seeing the lost look on the alchemist's face, he thought for a moment and did not ask. The magicians also realized that their opponents were not on the same level as their combat craftsmen at all, and they communicated in low voices:
"Mage's Eye."
"Precognition."
They have to find the opponent. They are not good at dealing with constructs, but they are not afraid of the master behind the construct.
But these magicians had just raised their magic wands, and suddenly they couldn't put them down. The mage's eye needs to create a detection barrier in the forest, and the precognition technique has the same effect.
But in the magic wands they raised, they could not feel the flow of ether in the forest at all - it seemed to be a magical desperate situation, forming a wonder in the world of ether, where there was nothing. Objects have lost the power of ether, elements, matter and even spells.
Like a black hole that absorbs all light.
The aboriginal magicians might have reacted at this moment, but these selectors were searching for memories in their shallow basic training, and it took a while before they showed expressions as if they had seen a ghost. They seemed to finally remember that such a type of enemy was described in the history of magic——
They take it as their bounden duty to analyze spells and penetrate into the essence of ether. With the help of the power of ancient magic books, they have an extraordinary understanding of ether. Their knowledge and power are passed down from generation to generation. Do not easily provoke others in the fields they are good at. them.
They are the chosen people of Anji, the masters of the Book of Magic, the darlings of knowledge, the masters of spells, and naturalists.
"What a ghost."
The magicians looked at each other in confusion, holding up their magic wands. It would be wrong to retreat, and it would be wrong not to retreat.
The man also wanted to say that he had seen a ghost. A high-level combat craftsman was already rare, so where did an orphan professional naturalist come from? They were mantises catching cicadas, and where did the oriole come from? But he finally remembered the warning he had received not long ago - the naturalists, it turned out that these people were the reinforcements brought back by the nightingale.
He finally calmed down, turned around, and gestured to the two people around him.
If he didn't have to protect the box, he would have wanted to meet the other party, but for now, he had to leave it to his two deputies. The three of them are the highest-level and strongest people in the team, and they are the only three brigade members in the team.
If magic can't solve the problem, let the sword do the talking.
The two formed a formation side by side, spreading out one to the left and the other to the right, trying to use speed to bypass the four dragon hunters and insert themselves into the forest. The big cat man's silver-gray eyes reflected this scene - he shook his red mane slightly, the ring on his mane jingled, he grasped the hilt of the holy sword, and even had time to use another A big paw patted the weak shoulder of Miss Naturalist.
He turned back and winked at her: "Don't worry, you know, they are strong on the outside but strong on the inside."
Jita, who had a small face and didn't dare to take a single breath, took a gentle breath and nodded, seeming to be really relaxed.
The big cat man took a step forward and was about to stretch out his claws to release the sacred barrier to block a nightingale and a double swordsman who were charging towards him. But it was at this time that everyone heard a cold, crisp cry coming from one side:
"Utn's Oiamuns!"
A silver barrier spread out from the edge of the forest, like the light of dawn, the ghost fire of morning. It was like a spreading ripple, sweeping towards the distance. The nightingale and the double swordsman saw this scene and retreated with a ghost cry: "Sword of Heaven, Knight Ori!"
"is her!"
The man's face also changed drastically, as if he had encountered the most difficult opponent.
And the cold, crisp tone in the forest also changed again: "Oigmu Kaste! (Oigmu Kaste: In the name of honor!)"
The silver flame turned into a sword, like the hilt of the sword of heaven, held in the hand of the arbiter, it swept forward. At that moment, the Twilight Guild's iron guards turned around with greatly changed expressions, raised their large shields, and stood in front of the caster to block the silver flame.
But the girl's cold voice shouted: "Vaen'Luam Roh'vk, Meus Roh'vk—— (an ancient pagoda proverb: The more enemies there are, the stronger I am——)"
The silver flame suddenly became a little brighter, like the Lord's spear. The scene that happened before now happened to the people of the Twilight Guild. The iron guards flew out one after another and fell to the ground.
The light faded, and then a few people saw a short lady walking out of the forest over there.
She was wearing a snow-silver armor that shone brightly. The petal-like plate skirt set off the lace skirt underneath. Below was a pair of beautiful little boots. She held a halberd in both hands and walked away from the forest. Come out - there is a two-headed griffon carved on the small chest, and the roses on the shoulder armor are like buds in full bloom, blooming piece by piece.
It was a Papalal girl, but Fang Plover had never seen such a delicate and arrogant Papalal girl. Compared with Parker, she was like heaven and earth. The girl turned around and calmly said in their direction:
"Friends, I don't know who you are, but I am honored to fight alongside you. Now let your constructs move. I will cover your attack, and we will punish these villains together!"
Fang Yu could tell at a glance that this girl was a Chosen One, but he had never seen a Chosen One who spoke so strictly. This was the real Paladin. Compared with the big cat people, he was world-class. . He couldn't help but glance at the lion paladin beside him, who had already inserted his sword and shrugged to him.
"I know her." The big cat man said with narrowed eyes.
"We'll talk about this later."
Fang Plover raised his head and replied in that direction: "Madam, thank you very much - but they are not what you want to cover."
The Papalar girl looked in this direction with a bit of surprise. The four dragon hunters seemed to her to be very powerful. However, she was insufficient in attack and more than adequate in defense. The cooperation between the two parties would be able to exert the greatest effect.
But Fang Yu didn't care about her surprise. He looked in the direction of Twilight Guild and gently placed his hand on the information crystal. If there was no such unexpected factor, he would actually have to use this move. Otherwise, it would be really difficult to defeat the opponent with just four dragon hunters.
So in the surprised gaze of the Papalar girl, a heavy, knight-like construct holding a spear slowly walked out of the flickering light door, appearing one by one. to the edge of the forest.
She counted gently at first, but after counting, her beautiful eyes couldn't help but widen.
She said very politely: "I seem to have done something unnecessary, Your Excellency."
"That's hard to say." Fang Plover smiled and replied.
These things may seem like a lot, but they are actually not that powerful.
It's a pity that the people in the Twilight Guild don't know this.
They were looking at the twenty-three tall constructs that appeared at the edge of the forest with expressions as if they had seen a ghost. For the first time, the thinking in the man's mind felt a little chaotic - they just came to get a Heart of the Mountain, who did they offend?
He suddenly couldn't figure out what level the fighting craftsmen in the forest were.
"Boss..." Dusk's man had the intention to quit for the first time.
But the man had a vague feeling that they might not be able to leave.
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