Terraeche stretched out nightmare-like tentacles from under its feathers, reaching out to every knight around it. It spread its wings under Jita's control, and the surging shadow rolled over like a tide. Its seven eyes towered above its head, like bloody light in the shadows, reflecting everyone in its sight.
But its attack made the knights notice something unusual. The knights rolled up by the tentacles struggled hard and escaped from the shackles of the shadow. When the trembling commander saw this scene, a glimmer of disbelief flashed in his eyes. He got up from the ground, picked up a sword from the ground, and slashed at a tentacle stretching towards him.
He was just testing, but the tentacles of the shadow snapped in response, and the commander stood frozen on the spot. The streets were in chaos, and almost every knight was struggling to resist, so this tiny detail was not noticed by Jita.
The strength of the phantom summoned from the story is naturally hundreds or thousands of times weaker than the original body, but even so, it still requires her full concentration. Sweat oozed from her fair face, and fell in bunches. Miss Naturalist gritted her teeth. This was almost the most strenuous phantom she had ever summoned. The fragments and knowledge in her mind seemed to be swallowed up in turn. She was the same, but she thought that as long as she persisted a little longer, others would be safer.
"That's just an illusion!"
After the commander stood stunned for a moment, he woke up as if from a dream. He suddenly remembered what kind of person he was fighting against, and subconsciously looked back at the hotel there, "It's that damn witch, she lied to us. Everyone!" But few heard his call, and the knights were racing to escape, let alone the unreliable mercenaries.
The commander tried in vain to stop the others, but to no avail, they all dispersed like the tide. He had no choice but to grab the sword and rush towards the phantom alone, but at this moment - the figure of Terraeche, the King of Crows, suddenly disappeared, and the shadows that made up its body seemed to be as solid as It dispersed like mist.
Jita felt dizzy and let go of the book. She swayed and slid against the wall. The magic book also hit the floor with a thud, raising a cloud of dust. Miss Naturalist looked annoyed, looked at her magic book, bit her lip, but couldn't move for a moment.
She raised her head and asked in a weak voice: "Has everyone escaped?"
But on the terrace, Parker was raising his head. He suddenly turned around and opened his mouth. For a moment, he didn't know how to describe it -
"Well, there seems to be some changes in the plan..."
The commander was watching in disbelief as the Crow King disappeared into thin air in front of him. With a look of excitement in his eyes, he suddenly shouted to the others: "Look, it's gone..."
The knights finally noticed this change and stopped. They turned around, but they didn't know what happened for a while. But when everyone's eyes were attracted by this scene, Alyssa heard a low voice in the room. At that time, Luo Yu, who was standing on the other side of the street, also raised his head, and the eyes of both of them reflected at the same time. A tiny black spot covering the sky appeared in the sky.
Alyssa lowered her head at this time and looked at the knights on the street, thinking that now you are the most beautiful.
"The leader is here."
She pressed the communication crystal and sent the message.
May and the maid were walking out of the hotel side by side. No one seemed to have noticed them yet. The two of them looked at the chaotic streets. Only then did Miss Knight turn around and said to Siesta beside her: "Mr. Ed just talked to I said, he will be here soon."
But Siesta was noncommittal. She raised her head, her light purple eyes staring silently into the air. The adventurers who came out behind followed her gaze and finally saw those small things behind the smoke. Therefore, it was them, not the knights of the Crow's Claw Temple, who discovered this scene first.
"Look what that is!?"
Someone couldn't help shouting.
But the small black objects in the sky had already swooped down. They divided into two torrents, about thirty or forty of them. Only then did people see each individual in the torrent clearly, the dark red ones, like elongated ones. An octahedral-like fusiform structure.
What is obvious is the construct. Their wings are shining in the air, like stars flickering brightly and dimly. There are only clockwork fairies in constructs the size of Etalia, but people have never seen this before. Looks like a 'goblin'.
Is it a variant of the Clockwork Fairy?
But their action trajectories are not similar in any way - the biggest impression people have on these small constructs is the elite's famous battle in the second world, which was its most glorious moment - the Fairy Wall , global vision. But even the net that watches everything above the sky is several miles wide.
As for clockwork fairies who are good at investigation, they are rarely used together - or should be said to be almost never used together.
The sound in the sky was now close to the limit that ordinary people could hear. Finally, someone with keen hearing among the knights noticed something. He raised his head and looked into the air, with surprise in his eyes. And at that moment, blood and fire had arrived——
For Gray Knights who are generally only around level 17 or 18, Sunfire Ray is not enough to kill them with one blow, but it is enough to make them lose their combat effectiveness. Unprepared, the scorching fire burned directly through the knight's right arm, causing his sword hand to fall to the ground. The man screamed, lost his center of gravity and fell backwards.
And this is just the beginning.
Before anyone else could react, a web of fire crisscrossed down from the air. The moment was like purgatory, with beams of light flashing and disappearing. The gray knights who were caught off guard fell down one by one, wailing. But they were not the worst off. The magic armor on their bodies still had some protective capabilities. The real unlucky ones were the mercenaries who escaped far away.
For the clockwork goblin, there is no difference in distance. As long as it is within the limit of the magic range, it is the first target of attack.
The dazzling light, like golden rain pouring down, burned through the soft human body and turned it into ashes. The mercenaries who lacked protection were almost penetrated by the straight light. The high temperature ignited their thick clothes, and they burned into a pillar of fire in an instant.
This scene was like a divine punishment coming to the world. The adventurers were stunned and just looked at the changed battlefield. People even forgot to take pictures of it all.
Even Fang Plover was a little surprised by the power displayed by this combination. Although they are almost certainly not as durable and stable as the Lancers, the suddenness of the first round of intensive strikes and the flexibility of the goblin structure itself are enough to make up for it all.
Even further…
Starting from the simple battle elf in the dwarven drawing, to the silver swarm of Istania.
Today, the structure he built with his own hands, the dark stars he saw in the Xia Jin Tower, seemed to finally be revealed in this world.
He still doesn't know whether it is really the legacy of the Numelin elves, but there is no doubt that the plan to fight the goblins is absolutely feasible, and today's battle is enough to prove this. Although they were far from what he saw in that illusion, the dark stars displayed the 'complete form' of the fighting goblin.
But at least it should have a place.
The bloody ominous star is rising slowly, hanging high above everyone's head.
Fang Yu stared at the multiple different fields of view in the camera lens, like those under the compound eyes of an insect, and calmly gave the attack instructions. After a round of attacks, the blood-red stars immediately scattered in all directions, chasing those who had escaped. Second round of attack. Every time the interlaced light flashes, it will almost certainly take away a life.
Alyssa also didn't expect that this was probably the first time she had seen her leader have such a side. She raised her head and looked at this scene - it was not impulsive, but extremely calm. Countless dark red constructs were following a trajectory that could not be copied. Each one seemed to have its own soul and will. Is an independent individual.
It is like a collection of consciousness on the battlefield. It is watching everything calmly and controlling everything. One person can form an army. The enemy is not its opponent. Its opponent from beginning to end is only itself. Alyssa thought with some surprise that she seemed to have noticed this detail:
"Ed seems a little angry."
"Mr. Ed seems a little angry?"
Mei Yi was also saying to Shesta beside her in a childish voice. She could not read people's hearts, but she could vaguely understand the meaning behind Fang Plover's series of operations.
The maid lady remained silent and did not speak. She only looked behind a window on the second floor of the hotel without leaving any trace, and remembered everything she saw in the refugee camp, allowing her to understand the reasons behind it all. She put down her hands, but her silent gaze became a little softer in a rare way.
The knights had been completely shaken, not to mention the mercenaries, who had been in a state of collapse from the beginning. They had no choice but to escape, but Fang Plover had no intention of letting these people go. He could have let these people go, but these people did not deserve his mercy. Moreover, the other party's intention to take away Sylvide had completely angered him.
He didn't need to say it.
He also didn’t understand the meaning of that so-called prophecy——
But he can at least let these people know what it means to offend a combat craftsman.
"Besides, some people don't know it clearly," Thrush watched this scene from a distance. He had already received the news from the people in Chenguang and hurried over, but what he saw was just this scene. The dark crystal in his hand was flashing with dark red light at the moment: "He is not just excellent."
Thrush listened to the girl's voice coming from it, and was silent for a long time before speaking: "He has caused a big mess now."
"Thrush, are you saying that the Crow's Claw Temple won't let it go?"
"I mean it's not just this trouble," the young man shook his head slightly, "not to mention it's not just the Crow Claw Temple, there will probably be a lot of people who are looking for trouble for him... The alliance will react, not to mention the fact that there is... Descendants of Lore," he sighed, "Your Highness, you have caused me a big trouble this time..."
"So I said I owe you a favor. In fact, he has always been good at causing trouble. He has caused countless troubles in the past." Sophie smiled, and her avatar appeared next to the young man, and through Screen, silently watching the dark red light in the distance with the former.
"The descendant of Flor has indeed been looking for this opportunity, but I believe he should be able to handle it. If you get in touch with him, you will find out what is special about this person," she said after a moment of silence. He said, "He's become more powerful again."
"Compared to when we were in Vanrich?"
"No, more than ever."
The thrush turned around and looked at the little princess: "Your Highness, do you think so highly of him?"
"So remember what people said about loofah?"
"extraordinary?"
Sophie smiled and said: "Odin thinks he is similar to loofah, and Ming has the same opinion, but I am not that easy. Have you heard of the Dance of the Fairies? I think he is the person closest to that person, you know? , some people are rebels, but some people are destined to walk on a lonely road——"
"You don't mean..." Thrush looked at her in disbelief.
Sophie nodded slightly.
"The Road of Ten Kings."
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The commander was shouting hoarse. He was almost the only one left resisting on the battlefield. Fang Yu did not choose to kill him. He watched helplessly as those dark red constructs flew away after two rounds of attacks, but that did not mean the end. .
They rose into the air, and then returned one by one to the black shadows parked there, back to the tall, motionless structures holding spears, and merged with them. People raised their heads and looked at the more than twenty arrogant knights, hanging in the air, holding spears, and the spear points pointed directly at the sky.
The streets were silent, and people didn't know what to say at this moment.
"It's a great craftsman..."
"Their leader is at least a great craftsman..."
"Idiot," the commander's voice was hoarse and he looked at the others with blood-red eyes: "We have to break out. It takes time for the construct to recharge. His attack only has two rounds... We must seize this opportunity."
But the question is, will the other party let them go?
It seems like no one in this adventure group is easy to mess with.
But the remaining knights at least understood it. If they didn't resist, they would end up with the same fate. Anyway, Starlight still exists, and it’s just a matter of resurrection. You have to give it a try, and who knows what the outcome will be?
In desperate situations, the people on the battlefield finally found their courage. The knights tightened their swords, and the mercenaries finally found a reason to fight. The air was filled with a thick smell of blood, and they formed an array. , tentatively walked forward.
In the direction of the hotel, neither Siesta nor May stopped these people. Ori's teachings prevented his knights from killing those who gave up resistance, and it was obvious that the other party would not attack them again. Besides, Mei Yi thought of the only two practice battles he had with Fang Plover.
She put down her halberd, feeling a little unsure for a moment whether she should remind these people what kind of opponent they were facing.
As for the maid, without orders, she was as indifferent as a stone sculpture.
The commander finally vaguely saw the person appearing behind him through the rolling snow. Although he was a little curious as to why the other people on the other side didn't take this opportunity to attack them, he couldn't care less at the moment. The mission was a complete failure, but he had to at least get a decent victory.
Or fail -
He swung his sword forward and roared: "Up!"
The knights also let out a low cry together. They praised the storm, praised the person who gave them honor, and praised Aidanlian and the Supreme Lord. They raised their swords high and then launched a charge. It was the only charge organized by the knights in this battle.
Above the street, there was a silver light shining, which was the light connected by the knights' armor.
But what waits after the wind and snow are only long, dark shadows and sheathed knives in their hands. Amidst the low roar, little red lights lit up one after another behind the wind and snow. The light shining under the pointed helmets of the dragon hunters was like a reflection in the nightmare of the knights.
Then, there was a neat and uniform sword light. Under the gaze of people's incredible eyes, the knights rushing through the street showed a bizarre posture in the sword light, moving at twice the speed of the previous ones. , flew back from the wind and snow. The broken armor, a flash of bright red blood, and the human limbs fell back like a rain of blood.
They clattered to the ground, splattering the commander with blood and internal organs.
In the midst of silence, the commander of the Crow's Claw Temple held his sword, staggered back two steps, and then sat down on the ground.
He was wearing a helmet because he couldn't see the expression on his face clearly, but the light in his eyes was almost dull, and he couldn't help but make a gurgling sound from his throat——
But Fang Yu just looked at this man silently, and slowly walked out from behind the dragon hunter. He passed by the former, but the commander seemed to have not heard anything, and just sat on the ground blankly.
Fang Yu did not look at the other party and continued to walk forward, passing through the messy streets. There was a pungent smell of burning in the air. He watched from a distance as the corpses on the street were evaporating into stars. Dots of white light rose into the sky. He stared at the white light for a long time until it disappeared. It was very different from the resurrection of the Dragon Worshipers in his impression.
But putting aside his doubts about the Crow's Claw Temple, Fang Plover turned around and saw Sylvide appearing at the door of the hotel. At that moment, his eyes seemed to soften all of a sudden. Looking at the latter, he stopped and stood still as if a burden had been lifted off him.
She then walked through the crowd, came to him with light steps, looked at him with light blue eyes, with a soft and reassuring expression on her face, smiled slightly, stretched out her hand, and held it gently his hand.
Even through a layer of glove fabric, Fang Plover could feel the coldness and tenderness of that hand.
"They didn't do anything to you, right?" he asked.
There was a smile in Sylvester's eyes.
"What do you think?"
Not far away, Alyssa was looking at their leader with a bit of amusement, a look of embarrassment appeared on her face, and she scratched her head.
The Papalar people upstairs were cursing at the moment:
"That guy didn't even come to ask how we were doing."
He turned back: "Jita, how are you, little Jita?"
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