"I've never done this kind of job."
At the junction of March 1st and March 2nd, 796 in the New Calendar, the rain finally began to become sparse with the end of the war. A certain young man who had been busy here for a long time with the help of the light of magic The swordsman then straightened up while wiping the water stains on his forehead, while using his frightened eyes to look into the deep darkness around where the light source could not be found: "This, even if we have really repaired it, what should we do? Going down?"
"It's not like it's completely disconnected from the land. Isn't there still a way over there?" He was answered by Yue Meng, who was sitting helplessly on the ground, looking at the dark sky with his eyes blankly: "Even if it's true, Floating in the air, people who know magic will also leave you things like teleportation arrays, otherwise...that's not right, by the way, weren't you once a member of the Floating Island?"
"The island we landed on at that time was not the one we have now." After recovering his strength with all his strength, the young swordsman's face was still depressed: "And the floating island is already a finished product, so it doesn't look like Now, it doesn’t look like land at all—the rainwater hasn’t even been cleaned up yet! I can’t believe my eyes!”
"Don't tell me, I can't believe my eyes either."
The slumped body moved slightly, and Yun Meng's obviously strange expression also turned to the side along with his gaze. The purple thunder light that was constantly condensing all kinds of earth and rocks and extending forward was also gradually approaching at a position not far from his field of vision. It extends and disappears, like a magical paintbrush, carving this new territory into the depths of the dark night sky: "I won't ask you what the specific principle is. The volume of these earth and rocks has completely exceeded the bare metal waste mountain below. The level it should be...could this be something they conjured out of thin air?"
"Can't you magicians be able to do anything?" He once again piled the two huge stones under his feet to the position in front of him. The young swordsman finally exhausted the physical strength he had just accumulated: "Since you can all move Moving mountains to fill the sea...ah, no, moving mountains to fill the emptiness, can't we even do the things we are doing now?"
"The problem is not the difficulty of doing these things, but the accuracy and trust of doing these things." After closing his eyes slightly, Yuomeng's expression became more serious: "With my 'basic' magic Judging from knowledge, the stones we piled here should also be a combination of rune magic. It is both an anchor point and a coordinate, and its function is to maintain the stability of the entire space."
"Now that your boss can't spare any time to maintain these things, if you want to complete this work, you can only rely on your own people." Speaking of this, Yun Meng pointed at the young swordsman's face: "You and I Now it is part of the scope of 'our own people', otherwise if something goes wrong while we are arranging these stones, it will not just be the collapse of the floating island."
"In that case, a similar situation seemed to have occurred on the way to the Holy Mountain." The young swordsman scratched his cheek with lingering fear: "I remember that in order to deal with some kind of threat, they specially summoned The grassland tribes discussed this matter, and later relied on the support and help of the golden dragon lady..."
"Golden Dragon Clan?"
The pupils of her eyes dilated slightly, and Yunmeng's originally dead complexion suddenly became much more energetic: "Which golden dragon? Is it a beautiful woman wearing a gorgeous golden alien robe? Her name is Fula?"
The slight vibration of space transmission suddenly appeared in the ears of the two people. Accompanying it was the gorgeous figure of Fula they just mentioned coming to them with the sound of wind breaking through the air. The erected figure appeared in front of them. The dragon's eyes were shining like stars in the dark field of vision at this time, and the reflected golden light did not show any emotional fluctuations that humans should have: "Who is calling my name?"
"Ah no, we didn't do it on purpose!" When Yun Meng immediately pretended to be dead and fell to the ground, the young swordsman immediately raised his hair and shook his hands: "We just... ...This, this - ah! We want you to help verify whether the spatial anchor point is placed correctly!"
"...There is no problem with the placement."
She just glanced at the other party slightly and ignored her. Her golden vertical pupils gradually returned to their normal appearance. She stepped forward and lowered her head to check the stones built in front of the young swordsman, and then used her own The soft tone he replaced again softly replied: "Thank you for your hard work, go and rest."
"Thank you - thank you, thank you, noble lady."
He bent down in fear, and the young swordsman who nodded repeatedly stuttered in his words. After waiting for a long time, he secretly glanced ahead, only to find that the golden and luxurious figure that was supposed to be standing there had disappeared. He stood still: "Huh? Why is it gone?"
"The racial specialty of the Golden Dragon Clan is space teleportation. As far as 'coming and going without a trace' is concerned, I'm afraid no one in this world can match them." I don't know when I recovered from the state of pretending to be dead. Meng also wiped the sweat from his forehead: "But I didn't expect that this lady's ears are so good."
"How did you know her name?" The young swordsman who reacted looked at the other party with confusion: "You two know each other? Then what happened just now-"
"People you know may not necessarily be people you have a good relationship with. You should still know this common sense, right?" Yun Meng muttered with her lips curled up, and Yunmeng pressed the topic back for a moment: "But that's okay, there are so many great gods. Asylum, my team should be more stable this time—ahem.”
"How many stones are still left to be moved? Let's continue quickly." Clearing his throat, the originally weak magician gathered his energy and rolled up his sleeves: "Your captain is still waiting for us. What’s the good news, hurry up and keep going!”
"The one we moved just now should be the last one. The rest are still in charge of other teams." The young swordsman extinguished the enthusiasm that Yun Meng had stirred up at that moment: "Although I heard from Jian Beidong and the others What I mean is that there is still a lot of work to be done here, but the rest seems to be none of our business.”
"That means I still don't trust you and me." Yun Meng reminded the other party with squinting eyes, and then ignored the young swordsman's somewhat disappointed face: "But that's all, looking at the current appearance anyway..."
"It will take a long time to completely restore the appearance of your rumored floating island."
Following the direction of the magician player's sigh, countless flying and floating large pieces of earth, stone and metal fragments were still mixed with falling debris and combined in the air. There were rumbling vibrations and occasional explosions. The terrifying magical sound was also present in the scene of the intersection of these large floor blocks floating in the air at this time, reminding every player in this air enclave of the amazing great achievements that are still going on at this time - like all kinds of All kinds of garbage continue to fill the sea, and a new floating island stretching diagonally into the sky from halfway up the sacred mountain gradually forms a vague outline in the process, wrapping around the purple surrounding this floating area. The electric light never stopped around the empty island that had calmed down after the war, as if it was showing off its power to potential enemies in this way: "——Those guys didn't appear again, it seems because we drifted away Because it’s in the air, that unknown method of movement cannot continue to work here.”
"Of course, that's if this place can be called a 'camp'."
Bathed in the gazes of most of the surviving players gathered together, several guild presidents surrounding Duan Qing pointed at the scene of broken ruins and walls: "At present, a new territory has been expanded, and the safety is very high. It is much higher than the surface of the sacred mountain below, but...are we going to start rebuilding the camp here? And also in this bad weather?"
"As long as we have enough time, we can build this place into a stronghold suitable for accommodating most players and guild forces - these are the original words of 'that person'." Acting as Duan Qing's spokesperson, facing many guilds Xueling Huanbing, a long-time player, was not afraid to show his dominance at this time: "Of course, necessary support is still indispensable, such as magic support and other basic material support such as earth and stone. We still need everyone to continue to work hard. .”
"The Council of Mages hereby guarantees that it will provide Brother Qingshan - ahem, provide sufficient magical support for this space reshaping magic." Coughing his throat, he took the lead to stand up. The red-haired Thousand-Zhihe Crane also He affirmed with an air of dignity: "The rest of the things are up to you all. There should be no problem, right? After all, we are just continuing the unfinished transportation work."
"The problem lies in this place. It has been almost destroyed down there." Pointing to the dark bottom of the empty island where no light can be found, one of the guild presidents with blood stains on his body replied with an embarrassed look: " We have always transported supplies through that black hole channel."
"It seems that the black hole was not transported along with the empty island that rushed down the hillside."
Following the direction pointed by the president, several people looked at the previous location of this broken land. The black hole ball protected by many players in the world was also emitting light from deep in the sparse rain curtain. In the eye-catching black light, from time to time, reinforcement players and items they carried that had just completed the teleportation fell miserably from the hole suspended in mid-air: "...The original camp has collapsed like this?"
"The black hole passage was originally a rift in the folded space that was opened by borrowing the power of the void." Standing in the corner of the crowd with his arms folded, Whisper Liushang raised the corner of his mouth in a small arc: "According to the rules of this world. According to basic magic principles, it should not shift as the ground beneath our feet shifts."
"Of course, the good thing is that it won't be destroyed easily." Duan Shanyue, who didn't know when he rushed back here, faced the others with a grin on his face: "But to be on the safe side, we in Jianghu will still keep that entrance and exit for the time being. There are still many players waiting in line at the other end, and it would be bad if the opponent thinks about it and continues to retaliate."
"It is no longer possible to return to that place and establish something like a camp or stronghold."
Xue Ling Huan Bing, who shook his head and stabilized his mind, said with a straight face: "Fortunately, the distance between us and the landslide is not too far. We can still maintain the distance between that place and the floating area where we are." connect."
"The question that needs to be discussed now is: should we abandon that space channel." Xu Yu Liushang replaced Xue Ling Huan Bing and said the next sentence: "Support from the other side of the continent can be ready at any time. As long as the transmission channel is re-opened, If the other side is set here—"
"I don't object to this approach, because it is obviously safer here." A guild leader player was the first to express his opinion: "Our shabby guild station can also be abandoned, we just need to move it here again. "
"I don't have a problem. Our people have not lost much, and re-establishing the station will not waste a lot of time." The other guild president then gradually frowned: "But - you can move the entrance and exit now ?"
"The void magic used by the space channel can only be done by the Lord of Violet. She is currently busy repairing this empty island." Pointing to the man shrouded in purple light in the night sky behind him, he appeared in the distance. Xue Ling Huan Bing replied solemnly: "However, we can temporarily shut down the operation of the passage. After all, without the corresponding knowledge of the void, no one can use it to travel back and forth at will."
"Just notify the other side and ask them to temporarily stop supporting and transporting goods." Xu Yu Liushang also shook his finger: "To be on the safe side, you can let the people on the Bridge of Miracles block the entrance to the passage and strengthen it. Defend and keep a close eye on it, that should be all right.”
"We are not far from the entrance of the passage, so it won't be a problem to keep a little care of us." Duan Shanyue folded his arms and laughed loudly: "Aren't you just afraid that those gangsters will take the opportunity to invade the Free Continent? We are here with our third brother, none of them can even think of passing by!"
"That side is not their home field, and they probably won't make such a senseless strategy rashly." After closing his eyes and pondering for a moment, Xue Ling Huan Bing nodded cautiously: "Our side should also temporarily It’s safe, so…well, that’s the decision.”
"Abandon the portal for now."
The decision to follow the issuance of countless messages and orders turned into a new step of action. The incoming and outgoing people and shipping wooden boxes from the direction of the black hole soon stopped, and the exclamations and screams falling from the sky also stopped. The sparse rainy night slowly entered calmness, and finally came to an end with the painful sound of a petite figure carrying a huge package hitting the ground: "Ouch! It hurts, it hurts, it hurts." --ah!"
"Finally caught up!"
