The dazzling fire light penetrated the night sky.
Like a golden blade.
The light passed through the copper shell of the construct, cut through the silver hinges, and passed flush through the center of the core crystal. The two sides of the divided crystal were reflecting the scorching flames, slowly rotating towards each other and flying away in all directions. On the smooth, mirror-like cut, the high temperature left a dark red mark on the metal, which was gradually disappearing.
The craftsmen in black trench coats opened their mouths slightly, and the blazing light seemed to have penetrated their goggles and penetrated directly into their field of vision. After the white world, the field of vision completely turned into darkness. Some people even screamed in fear, pulled off their goggles, closed their eyes, and shed tears.
"what is that!?"
The leader of the craftsmen stopped what he was doing, and the shock in his heart was beyond words.
But at this moment too many people are asking this question:
"What exactly is that?"
Most people only saw a fleeting golden-red light from the picture. Due to the too dark background, the strong light even left an afterimage on the picture.
The camera was still pointing directly upward, and it paused for a few seconds. Only those who observed a little more carefully could capture the sharp cedar spiers in the picture, pointing to a patch of dim stars in the night sky. Like luminous powder, they are falling from the sky one after another.
Far away, in the dark forest, there was the sound of fragments falling to the ground in the background.
"Did you see it?"
"Did you hear that?"
People kept asking other people, but mostly got negative answers.
However, in the higher airspace, at this moment, a dark 'eye', like a clear crystal embedded under the streamlined shell, flapped its silver wings and was quietly stopping below the clouds. It shrinks the lens slightly, captures the scene with a click, then converts it into a picture, and transmits it to a system several kilometers away.
Fang Plover glanced back, his deep eyes reflecting the light of the bonfire on the distant battlement. He raised his left hand, framed it with his hand, intercepted the picture from the light screen, and then dragged it into the chat bar. Send it out.
A few hundred meters away, Alyssa stood up from her seat and looked at Sylvester. The ship officer seemed to understand the meaning of her gaze and asked with a smile: "Show me?"
Alyssa nodded and displayed the picture. After she and Saya modified it together, she added text and handed it to Nini, who was wagging her little tail at the side, to send it out. Miss Goblin used her own authority to create an account on the community with the ID called 'Mr. Knight's Miss Goblin'. This ID will serve as the 'official account' for the Seven Seas Troupe in the future.
It is said that for a long time, someone once said that he did not know what was going on with the name of this account, but on the other hand, Miss Tata remained calm and remained silent about it. Most people are more inclined to believe in the always reliable Fairy Lady, and privately think that the Captain is a pervert, and even has unreasonable thoughts about the Fairy Lady.
Sky Blue once curiously asked what Sylvide meant, but Miss Fox just smiled and said nothing, and maybe even waggled her tail happily, making it impossible to guess her thoughts.
After about a few minutes, people saw the processed picture.
Under the post made by the ID named 'Mr. Knight's Fairy Lady', there was simply a line of text:
'Flame Thorn——'
People have never seen such a scene before. The golden red fire grows from the forest. After extended exposure, it looks like intersecting lines. They are clustered with each other, like a golden jungle.
And above the golden thorns, the interlaced lines cut through tiny points of light. They were almost undetectable, and only emitted a faint flash at the moment they were hit - when these flashes of light were connected together. One piece formed the most despairing scene in the night sky.
In the splendor and brilliance, the light of destruction.
After a while, more posts appeared on the community, including some videos. Although they were very shaky and unclear, they still allowed people to see the scene from different angles. When the golden light flashed from above the forest in an instant, a staggered network of light was formed, and each ray of light covered at least one target.
Those structures that had been cut open by the high temperature were still glowing with the residual heat of the flames, spreading out in mid-air, and then falling down, scattering like light dust.
"Huh, if you can live broadcast, so can we." The dwarf watched the flames in the night sky extinguish. He muttered and dragged the light screen, grabbed the ax he had inserted in the snow, and used his other hand to I gestured to change the tag for the post to 'High Definition, First Perspective, Witness', and then checked the fee option.
An 'eye' on a tree not far away was slightly enlarged. Fang Plov couldn't help but smile, shook his head, and without hesitation cut this scene into the live broadcast. In the community, people who noticed this scene had already laughed out loud: "Hahaha, this guy is so interesting."
"Profiteer!"
"But what's more interesting isn't the person doing the live broadcast?"
"This is selling out teammates."
Unfortunately, a certain dwarf didn't know this.
But compared to the live broadcast, people at the scene can see this scene more clearly - Bud Blackfeather is holding the hilt of his sword, motionless, like a stone statue, staring at the interlaced light in the distance with his heavy eyes, Like a fleeting golden sword, it stabbed into the night sky through the hand of the sword holder.
He looked at the tiny spots of light that turned into fire and thought of the battle that happened not long ago. The red beam of light fell like rain, like the judgment of doomsday.
But I didn’t expect that they really have the ability to attack accurately——
Then this is no longer as simple as the Annihilator's attack module.
An answer is already coming.
"Thorin's Star!?"
Trembling sounds were heard one after another among the black-clothed craftsmen.
"Where did he get this...?"
"Could it be that the Dragon Witch..."
"How can this be!"
Bader Black Feather stared at the extinguished stars, turned around, and took the crystal from the hand of the alliance official who was stunned. The latter was stunned for a moment before reacting, "Does this crystal record previous information?" Bard looked at him and asked, he nodded, "Go and find another crystal."
"Wait."
But the watcher ignored it at all, put away the crystal, turned around and walked towards the camp. Behind him, the craftsmen in black still had not recovered from the previous shock. It was just their professional instinct that prompted them to ask each other how many available 'resources' they had left on hand:
"Guys, how many clockwork goblins do we have?"
"It's all gone."
"But I still have a few more."
"If the other party really controls Thorin's Star, what should we do?"
"Do you want to continue?"
But the leading craftsman reacted and said loudly: "Everyone, whether it is Thorin's Star or not," his voice suddenly trembled, and there was a faint uneasiness in his gray eyes - as if he remembered the impression. Those legends in it, the rows of 'stars' that are suspended in the dark space and juxtaposed with each other, shining with cold light.
He couldn't help but remember the legends that his mentor had told him, about death, destruction, and everything about the Dominator - but that was still fourteen years ago, and he was still young. And at that time, in the battle known as the 'Bain War', when he and his mentor faced off against those old enemies from the ivory tower, he had never been so afraid.
However, when he recalled the experience at that time, he only remembered the flexible structure that covered the sky, the magical structure, and his mentor's calmness when facing the pressure of the army, so he forced himself to calm down.
He took a slight breath and ordered everyone: "But the number he controls is not enough to use the 'Blue Scepter'. There is nothing to be afraid of. We still have a numerical advantage-"
He waved his hand vigorously: "First spread out to ensure that we don't lose this battlefield. Listen, you need to overcome the fear in your hearts. I guess those Thorin Stars were just obtained by him by chance. The method he uses may not really know its secret..."
Such words calmed people's hearts a little -
Another group of clockwork goblins rose from the camp and flew over the battlefield. And in the night sky there, the 'Fairy Wall' that had been attacked by the first round was slowly disintegrating under people's comments. At this moment, in the picture from above, people can see dense structures arranged into a huge rectangle, and this rectangle can no longer maintain its shape and is flying away.
"Is that the Fairy Wall?"
It was as if someone had just discovered the scene in mid-air.
Someone made a dumbfounded emoji: "There are quite a few craftsmen on the Crow Claw Temple side. Couldn't they really be defeated by one person?"
"There's nothing we can do about it...you've also seen..."
"Is that really a clockwork fairy?"
"But clockwork fairies can also attack!?"
But people more or less remembered the battle two days ago: "He did seem to have used such a move at that time. Doesn't it mean that it was something similar to the attack module of Annihilator?"
"And they said it was the work of a group of craftsmen. What do you say now?" (expression of helplessness)
"The question now is, is this really controlled by him alone?"
It's just that such questions are destined to remain unanswered.
Fang Yu had already turned his attention back and was looking up into the sky, but of course he couldn't see what was happening in the night sky a few kilometers away.
But at that moment, he seemed to have a kind of understanding in his heart, like a tall lion-man paladin with flying mane standing next to him at the moment, lighting his pipe, silently looking at the dark shadow of the Dragon Roaring Mountains - coming from the north. The biting cold wind blowing from the mountain pass had already told him the answer.
What can an ordinary clockwork goblin do when faced with a battle goblin? The answer is that there is nothing that can be done but to escape. But how to escape is a subconscious answer for most craftsmen in black, using the method they are most accustomed to and best at. And this answer is actually the same for most ordinary people.
But for Fang Yu, it was a route that had been deduced countless times in his mind - he raised his head, and the direction his eyes were looking at at this moment was exactly the direction where the clockwork goblins were escaping - above the clouds.
They can't go further down, so they can only go up. The clouds are a good hiding place. Fang Plover gently raised his right hand. The light of the bonfire was being blown slanted by the north wind, and his shadow was also slanted on the city wall. The light and shadow flowed between his fingers, outlining the "Pride of the Lone King" every detail.
In the distance, Sylvide was taking a picture of this scene with a recording crystal.
In the eyes of all onlookers, the picture was severely fragmented. The picture divided into countless small squares is suddenly divided into completely different left and right sides. The pictures on the left side are all climbing upwards, while in the picture on the right side, above the silent forest, A field of twinkling, dark red stars is slowly rising.
Everyone held their breath.
They never imagined that a clockwork fairy could be so beautiful.
But why is it in this form?
Allogeneic?
When the stars fell into the eyes of the craftsmen in black, they saw a completely different picture. "They are catching up!" The opponent could indeed attack for more than one round. Fortunately, they had expected this. "Fortunately, they are catching up." The speed is not necessarily faster than ours, as long as we are above the clouds, we still have a chance."
Right now, it seems like the opportunity is great. The speed of those 'Thorin Stars' is not much faster than that of ordinary clockwork goblins, and the other party only released less than half of their number - when they reached the clouds, they spread out under the cover of the clouds. , it is impossible for the other party to catch up anyway.
But the north wind coming from the Longxiao Mountains seemed to suddenly become stronger.
The high-altitude wind blew the dark clouds away, revealing the tiny gaps between the dark clouds, but what was exposed behind them was not starlight.
As if suddenly, the hands of the craftsmen in black shook slightly, and the rapidly rotating guide rail seemed to slow down. They all raised their heads and wore goggles, but their faces suddenly showed a look of disbelief. look.
You can hear the needle drop.
Whether in reality or in a virtual community.
Fang Yu's raised hand was gently pressed down.
What people saw was a field of stars shining with dark red light, slowly passing through the thick clouds, falling to the ground from above the troposphere like a meteorite.
They were shallow, dim, red lines, connecting from the sky to the forest. At the end of each line, there was a precise structure covered in streamlined armor. A little red light flashed in their dark video crystals, staring at the vast land.
With their enemies.
The dense starlight has exceeded the total number of troops invested by both warring parties.
People stared at this scene in a daze, as if they had lost the ability to speak, but it was just an instinct that prompted them to count frantically in their minds: one, two, three...six, seven...
eleven twelve……
thirty……
forty……
They soon lost their sight in counting, but in fact there was no need to count anymore. Is this one hundred or two hundred? But what's important?
The key is--
"W-what on earth is this?"
The professional analyst from Steel was also stuck when faced with this scene.
An ID called Fantasy lit up in the live broadcast room at this moment. Bainbridge just followed his own habits and entered the forums of each competition area on the first day of each week to collect some detailed information. But when he clicked on the page for the third division, he couldn't help but be surprised by the number of posts in it.
Although the third division has always been the division with the most followers among the major divisions, generally speaking, the number of hot posts does not reach this order of magnitude. He keenly felt that something was going on, and subconsciously found the post with the most replies and attention, and clicked on it.
The moment he clicked on it, Bainbridge was stunned.
He looked at it for a while, then turned back and touched his companion with his elbow: "You'd better come and take a look at this."
FOX put down the half-made construct, turned around, and looked at the chief analyst in their team. His eyes swept across the visible light screen in front of him and moved slightly. Each competition area had its own different layout. As a competition area, he could still recognize the style of the third competition area at a glance.
On the other side, a blond young man with no sitting posture also looked over here. When he saw the picture on the light screen, he couldn't help but sneered: "Bainbridge, why are you going to those squinting people again?" Territory."
FOX turned around after hearing this and gave the latter a stern look. The blond young man was suffocated and quickly raised his hands to show that it was just an unintentional mistake. "If you say such things in public," Bainbridge replied calmly, "the boss will kick you out of the team tomorrow."
"Okay, okay, I was wrong." The young man replied nonchalantly.
"What is this?" he asked, pointing to the picture again.
But no one paid any attention to him.
FOX only glanced at the live broadcast, and a hint of surprise flashed across his face: "It's interesting."
"This is……"
The two looked at each other and said in unison: "Leave it alone."
The young man heard this in confusion, but when he saw that there was no response from the two of them, he let out a light chirp, got up and walked out of the room casually.
FOX didn't care and replayed the scene twice, with doubts shining in his gray eyes. "Who is this?"
Bainbridge looked at the inside and outside of the post and shook his head - although there was a translation, it could not solve the cultural differences and popular vocabulary. Without understanding the 'meme', he could not judge it at the moment. Who said exactly what. "I'm not sure, but this operation is..."
"Swift tactics."
FOX has recognized it.
Swift tactics.
Ms. Ming held her head in her hands, lying on the hammock somewhat relaxedly, swaying around, looking up at the scene on the screen, the smile on her lips becoming more and more obvious. "You learned it, little guy, but it's a pity that it's a little weird. Who taught you how to make these detailed changes? How come it's so nondescript."
She squinted her eyes slightly, turned her head sideways, and looked at the calm, moonlit sea of clouds outside the porthole.
Most people in the community had actually recognized that famous tactic when hundreds of 'Disaster Stars' scattered around. Only that tactic could defeat so many constructs in a short period of time. Like an arm using a finger.
But in fact, these details are no longer important to most people, because when the overwhelming dark red stars pass through the clouds and slowly descend, all verbal descriptions lose their meaning. At that moment, the black-clothed craftsmen who raised their heads saw nothing more than a doomsday scene on their faces.
Resistance has lost its meaning.
"They actually have a craftsman group?"
"But are there really so many people who can control Thorin's Star?"
No matter which guess it is, it is unacceptable.
Only FOX had a normal expression on his face. He pointed at the replayed picture and said, "Did you see it? He actually couldn't control so many clockwork fairies, but when two-thirds of the clockwork fairies plummeted, the other three One of the Clockwork Fairy is adjusting its direction. However, the interval between his switches is very short, which proves that he is extremely proficient in margin considerations. The Clockwork Fairy's single movements of hovering and direct navigation are all skills he can use. .”
"This sounds simple, but it is very complicated to implement in practice, especially under such large-scale control. If you don't pay attention for a moment, or react too slowly, some of the clockwork goblins will deviate far away, costing you more energy to adjust. This will put the manipulator into a vicious cycle, and the end result is that all the clockwork goblins are in chaos."
"What do you mean?" Bainbridge asked, "He didn't make a single mistake?"
"There may have been some minor mistakes, but he adjusted quickly and it was no big deal."
FOX turned around again and asked, "What kind of performance is this?"
He was a little confused, what was the point of one person controlling so many clockwork goblins? The above-mentioned operations are certainly nothing to him, but generally speaking - confrontations between clockwork goblins often occur between groups of craftsmen. How can a master with this level of operation waste time on this?
Isn't it great to use a pseudo-dragon knight or a main structure to directly defeat the opponent?
Bainbridge shook his head. He had just entered the live broadcast room and didn't know what happened yet.
But the next moment, both of them jumped up from their seats and shouted: "What the fxxk?"
Above the picture, a golden-red light rain was falling from the sky.
What the hell is this?
For the first time, the Gray King felt confused in his mind.
The leader of the black-clothed craftsmen took a heavy step back. The magic guidance on the thick gloves suddenly dimmed. The magic furnace buzzed, and a magic storage crystal inserted there cracked with a 'click'.
His face was slightly pale, and even his gloved hands were still shaking. He raised his hands tremblingly, took off the goggles on his head, and threw them aside feebly. Because the field of vision is already pitch black, there is actually no point in wearing this thing anymore.
He turned around and saw most of the team behind him, almost everyone doing the same action. And there are still some people who are actually just standing there and not moving. He opened his mouth, but his throat was dry and he couldn't make a sound. He never thought that the team he led would lose so miserably in front of a young man.
Of course, that was just a confrontation between the clockwork goblins. If they were face to face, he believed that he still had the strength to fight. He also had other structures and decades of experience, but saying this was just to save some unnecessary self-esteem. He knew in his heart that if he lost, he lost, no matter which side he lost.
But the only good news is that the other party seems to have not mastered the real usage of 'Thorin's Star'.
"Shrink the defense line and abandon the frontline scouts."
Bader Black Feather's voice came from afar, as if he was not surprised by all this. He held the crystal in his hand, looked at the craftsmen, wizards and knights under his command, and said calmly: "It will take about a hour or so for the scouts on the front line to be resurrected. They may be able to bring us some front-line information. , but before that, after leaving this camp, our perception of the outside world is like a blind man."
He pointed in other directions: "Go and prepare for defense, no matter where they plan to attack. At the same time, send a second batch of scouts. If we cannot grasp the initiative on the battlefield, then we will trade human lives for time. Keep up with other camps Contact, I need to get first-hand information."
Everyone nodded, the alliance official was silent, and for a moment it seemed that the entire camp was somewhat silent. In this dark night, they have lost the initiative, which means that they may need to respond passively next.
On this side of the mountain line, there are three Gray Knight camps distributed from east to west - the central camp is where their main force is located, while on the left and right sides are the armies led by Morfein and another Crow Knight. It may not be easy to defend against the opponent's sudden attack.
Especially when it is impossible to predict the direction from which the attack will come.
More importantly, no one dares to move easily before getting the real news. Because no matter what, it is much safer to defend the camp than to fight in the dark. But in this way, there would be a vacuum period of at least half an hour between them supporting each other. During this period, they would lose their advantage in strength.
Maybe even at a disadvantage.
Bader Black Feather silently held the hilt of his sword, already realizing in his heart that this was exactly the opponent's strategy. However, he did not speak. He had experienced countless conflicts and battles, and was even a veteran who survived the war fourteen years ago. He had reason to believe that he could still seize the chance of victory.
The community fell silent for a while.
Most people, or should I say almost everyone, have not noticed the 'margin' technique used by Fang Plover when he has multiple controls.
They were still thinking, was it a hundred, or two hundred?
But how is it possible?
How did he do that?
In fact, people haven't recovered from the huge shock yet. They don't know what the army of constructs falling from the sky means. But everyone can't help but put themselves into it. What would happen if they controlled such an army?
That shocking scene, even just imagining it, is enough to make people tremble. What most viewers of the Super Competitive League actually need is a 'hero' who can step in - and the rising star in the night sky makes them feel like they are seeing it in person at this moment.
That's what they need, a hero who can help them overcome their downfall. Although that is just an idea, but despite the aging of the first generation, the third division has really been silent for too long.
The expectations in people's hearts were so urgent that they lost the desire to discuss it for a while.
In Miya's group, some people only hit a few in a row:
"666."
That feeling of knowing people with a keen eye made the wolf girl smile very happily.
After the brilliant golden light rain fell, the forest completely returned to silence.
There was no such exciting battle on the screen, and only occasionally a faint voice came from inside, but it was not explaining to them, but just informing them of the location of the Crow Claw Temple's scouts. And those coordinates are relative to the location of the redeemed party. In the dark scene, people from the Crow Claw Temple and even the Alliance cannot know where the redeemed party is, so You can't tell your own people to avoid it either.
What's more, even if you know, you can't do anything about it.
Only people kept falling, and a huge sense of fear enveloped every Gray Knight scout on the front line. They could never detect where the enemy was, and attacks would often come from unexpected places. In the end, fear turned into a breakdown, and the scouts of the Crow's Claw Temple no longer had the intention to fight and began to flee.
The Gray Knight's perception and touch of the front line are disappearing little by little.
The forest fell into darkness, and the hunters hidden in it quietly watched their prey.
For about half an hour, no news came. During this period, no one knew where the troops on the redeemed side had arrived.
Everyone is waiting for news silently, but sometimes silence is also a kind of fear, especially when one party is under invisible pressure. Bard Blackfeather was planning to put his hands down several times, but he was considering whether to use the entire army to attack the border. Would it be better to take the initiative to attack Gray Owl Town at this time?
But reason made him understand that this was a terrible idea. Maybe the other party was waiting for them to leave the camp and then give them a fatal blow from the darkness. He is not afraid of suffering losses, but the chaos brought about by the darkness can sometimes be the straw that breaks the camel's back.
From the previous battle, he realized that the opponent was not without the strength to fight.
Alliance officials walked back and forth several times, but no one paid him any attention - he didn't know if real war was like this, so anxiety-provoking. He almost had an hallucination, as if he saw the attackers just disappearing and blending into the vast snowfield, wandering silently, waiting for the opportunity to kill them in one shot.
He shook his fist.
But most people are still calm.
"This is the topographic map of the northern generation of Gray Owl Town. Everyone, the fighting should be in the area of Smuggler's Wood."
After Steel's chief engineer was silent for a while, he moved a web map from somewhere and placed it under the post. He drew a circle on it with a tool and explained: "...Although it is not clear where the redeemed party is currently, judging from the distance, they should not have entered the attack position yet."
"If I were on the side of the Crow Claw Temple, I should have sent out a wave of scouts. By consuming a little starlight and exchanging human lives for intelligence, I believe most commanders would make this choice.
"If I guess correctly, they should be fighting the second wave of scouts."
Pretty much the same, actually.
It's just that this time, Fang Plover turned off the team voice during the live broadcast, and he was about to start looking for an opportunity to kill with one hit.
There was a quarter of an hour lag for the Crow Claw Temple to receive the news.
When the resurrected scouts walked out of the altar one after another and handed out the trays of information they had obtained at the last moment in exchange for their lives, the Gray Knights began to mark the opponent's route of action on the map - but with the red lines, Gradually there are more on the map. Everyone's face became a little ugly.
There is no effective information at all in the line segments east and west. It is obvious that the other party has already known their plan and has crushed them in terms of mobilization. The staff knight punched the sand table hard, causing the sand table to shake. "They were divided into at least twenty teams. There must be one or more main forces among these teams, but we can't be sure at all. "
"The other party may even be able to effectively command everyone. You also saw the other party's multi-control ability just now..."
Everyone was silent.
Bad Black Feather was not surprised. He knocked the ground with the hilt of his sword and replied: "Wait a little longer and send out another wave of scouts. In addition, send two teams of scouts in the direction of Feimoen and the others."
But before he finished speaking, a herald suddenly came over in a hurry: "Lord Watcher, we have lost contact with Lord Feimoen."
The wind blew around the bonfire, making a low crackling sound.
…
The snow light shines brightly against the pine trees.
But on the ridgeline away from the battlefield and close to Smuggler's Ridge, few people would have thought that someone would bypass them and come to this direction. What's more, it is obviously much easier to be discovered when marching along the ridgeline than in a dark forest valley.
But at this moment, there are still a few unnoticed shadows walking through the mountains and forests. Most of them wore long cloaks, like rangers, and the gray-white cloaks provided good cover for everyone in the snow. What's more, there are only about ten people in this group. When everyone's attention is attracted to the previous battle, few people will pay attention to this direction.
What's more, the steep mountain walls also provide the Gray Knights with tight protection in this direction.
However, those people quickly stopped and took out the things in their arms and placed them on the ground. Only then did they all turn to look at one person, who was just a young man with slightly curly hair and wearing an alchemist's coat - but in fact there were only four silver stars on the collar.
"Bai Yue, it's your turn."
The young man took a breath, nodded, and placed his hands on the gray crystals. A series of flickering light doors unfolded, revealing from the back a series of silver structures with limbs like blades. They half-knelt in place quietly, their elegant shapes complementing the quiet forest.
The young man looked at these constructs in amazement. He had already heard the names of these constructs, but this was the first time he had seen them with his own eyes:
Can angel.
Silver Veslan's exclusive variant configuration.
"Send a message to Mr. Ed." The rangers looked at this scene and said.
But in the quiet forest, a quiet voice came: "No need."
Everyone raised their heads and looked at the fairy lady suspended in mid-air with a bit of surprise, glowing with fluorescent light all over her body. "F-Fairy...?" Bai Yue looked at this scene and shouted in surprise.
"I am Tata-Thumb-Morning Star, scholar of the Silver Tower," Miss Elf raised a hand, "You can call me Tata." There was silver light in her eyes - those half-and-half The silver construct kneeling on the ground also had the same brilliance flashing in its eyes, and slowly stood up amidst everyone's disbelieving gazes.
…
Luo Yu was also getting up.
He shook off the snow on his body. They had been staying in this place since an hour ago, and the battle behind them had almost nothing to do with them. However, Tian Lan and the others had already set up the magic circle, so he raised his staff and came to the side of the magic circle - and looked up at the box and Miss Naturalist beside him.
Jita took a breath and nodded to him. "I'm ready, Luo Yu."
"I'm fine too." Xiangxi rarely replied.
Then they both took a step forward and walked to the magic circle. Tian Lan stepped away curiously, clapped her hands and looked at them.
Luo Yu lowered his head in silence and used the tail of his staff to draw an easy-to-understand symbol on the snow - that symbol was the most basic skill for any spell caster. What matches it is its well-known name - leading spells and activating runes.
A ray of light spread from the elementalist's feet, along the curve of the magic circle, and connected to Jita and the box. Twelve runes lit up under their feet, and through these runes, they were connected to more warlocks and elementalists in the distance who came to assist them.
The staff in everyone's hands shone slightly, and at that moment, Luo Yu raised his elementalist staff.
In the distance, in the mountain valley amid the wind and snow, there was a camp with flickering firelight.
A gray halo expanded from the young elementalist. It spread out at a speed that was unimaginable, like a ripple in the air. The ripples spread wider and wider, until they enveloped the fire that was thousands of meters away.
And it was at that moment that a certain connection between the etheric sea and the material world was suddenly broken.
In the Gray Knights' camp, Feimoen raised his head blankly, and then his face turned very ugly.
He grabbed the herald beside him and shouted:
"Our communication with the Lord Watcher has been interrupted. Send out scouts immediately. The more the better!"
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