The light rotating on the crystal pendant is gradually dimming.
A trace of complacency flashed across Canghai Guzhou's face. He relaxed his frown and raised his head to look at the others. "Our liaison officer has news. They entered the ruins from the southwest and also contacted the Silver Forest Spear."
A main force fought against each other." He held his head high, his dark red silk robe exuding a soft light, every scale on his armor was polished to a bright shine, there was no stain on the belt, and the gemstone on the hilt of the long sword hung on it
Flashing.
From the moment he became the branch's tactical analyst, many people told him about the deeds of the three major tactic masters in the country. Among them, KUN, the all-seeing one, was the most important - the Silver Forest Crown's brigade was one of the top ten guilds.
The weakest link, but rarely defeated under his leadership. Those people were happy to talk about each other's miraculous battlefield instincts, but they were tired of being alone in the sea. In his opinion, these people's fame was just dictated by the circumstances.
Naturally, he respects the first generation of Aitaria's forerunners like everyone else, but he is very disdainful of the successors. He calls them an unlearned and unskilled generation. The barbaric era of Aitaria has passed, and he will definitely be like this in the future.
The world of selectors with a professional background - both talented and solid theoretical knowledge.
As for the so-called "seniors" who are just trying to gain fame and reputation, they are just a group of guys who only know how to rest on their laurels.
There are no heroes at that time, so Zhuzi became famous.
The forest is full of ancient white oaks. It is said that these old and dense tall trees are the resting place of the souls of the elves of Numerin. The branches are intertwined with each other, and the trunks seem to form an old face, with a patch of light growing in the shadows.
Viburnum mimosa and its symbiotic flower alfalfa.
The dim light reflected many faces.
Everyone was dressed similarly to him. There was a golden dragon with open wings embroidered on the dark red smock. People were waiting for his next words. But only a voice suddenly interrupted: "So where is the Spear of the Silver Forest?"
Canghaiguzhou seemed to have been waiting for this question for a long time. "The progress at the Silver Forest Spear is also going very smoothly. The insider had earlier sent back news that the 'Mr. Legend' had brought people into the ruins. But the 'Mr. Legend' had a sense of smell.
He is quite agile, and seems to be ignoring the two main groups on the Gorgon River beach." After saying that, he looked at the other party with pride.
Qiao Li looked indifferent and argued with reason: "When you enter the ruins, you don't necessarily go to the A2 area. The other party is KUN, the all-seeing one. I suggest you be careful when sailing the ten thousand year ship."
Canghai Guzhou frowned and glanced displeased at this old-fashioned knight. The man was quite old, about forty years old, with a haggard appearance, but a resolute expression. His outer robe was worn out of line in many places and turned white from starch.
There are three tassels of one gold, two silver and three tassels embroidered on the left chest - these are the symbols of having participated in the three famous battles of the Jefflett Red Team since their establishment and obtaining meritorious service from them - the golden one represents the Ding Ding.
Daimyo's Lion War.
This was enough to make Canghai Guzhou go crazy with jealousy. He looked at the knight's long withered palms, and maliciously guessed in his heart whether the knight could still hold the sword steadily.
will decline sharply, and their own reflexes and energy have also passed their peak period. Most of the draftees will choose to retire at this stage.
The guild kept Qiao Li because it valued the veteran's experience and stability, but Canghai Guzhou believed that this was a kind of restraint on him, and he felt very unhappy, so he targeted the other party everywhere.
"If you don't go to the A2 area, where else would you go? Don't forget that our cannon fodder is heading towards the 'Dragon Knight'. The 'Mr. Legend' doesn't know what's going on here, unless there's someone inside us.
" Canghai Guzhou stared at Qiao Li and raised his voice: "No one would be suspicious of an enemy that does not exist, and we theoretically 'do not exist', Mr. Qiao Li, don't you think so?"
Qiao Li shook his head. "It's just a theory, but it may not be the case for KUN, the all-seeing one. Assuming that he is not fooled, it is entirely possible for him to guess our intentions - there are only three ways to enter the ruins, and he can definitely
Lay an ambush along the way, or at least leave an eyeliner. I have seen many such cases. Normalcy does not exist for the all-seeing one."
Canghai Guzhou chuckled and said: "I think you know tactics well, why don't you take command?" He then sneered maliciously: "I guess it wasn't cowardice that made you win that golden ribbon in the Lion War.
Or after the synchronization with the glow equipment decreased, you even became less courageous?"
His words made most of the people present change their expressions. Irreversible decline in sync with the glow equipment is a taboo among every selector, especially for veterans. Very few people would expose scars nakedly like this.
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Qiao Li was also so angry that he was shaking all over, but he finally calmed down. He turned around without being humble or haughty, and wiped his hand on the tree trunk. The frost melted and made his palms wet. "I just warned him to be cautious, and it didn't hinder him."
Your Majesty, your command." He turned his palm and faced the others. "The temperature is getting even lower tonight, and that thing may appear, and the situation inside the ruins will be very complicated."
"That thing will be our helper," Canghai Guzhou didn't mind. "Okay, I don't want to talk nonsense. Since you agree, then we will act according to the original plan. After we avoid the A2 area, we will get the things and evacuate in an orderly manner.
——If everything goes well, the 'Mr. Legend' may not have reacted yet when we return to the Holy Serpent."
After seeing what happened to Qiao Li, no one objected.
Only Qiao Li looked at the young man talking indifferently and shook his head slightly.
More people gradually walked out of the forest. They were wearing red smocks and three-cornered hats with a white tail feather on their hats. It was as if Louis XIII's musketeers had stepped out of a historical picture.
But these guys are the real Jefflett's Redcoats -
…
Fang Plover walked out of the forest with a depressed look on his face.
Quelord stopped him: "How are you, have you found it?" Fang Pliong shook his head. "Everyone has asked, but it's still useless, and there is none around, unless the scope is expanded."
"There is no time," Querod had already expected, but he did not reveal it. "The follow-up troops of the Silver Forest Spear will arrive later, and we must enter the ruins immediately."
"But what should Miss Miya do?"
"Ignore her," Quelord handed the backpack back to him. "Ed, in fact, she has a small goal on her own. It might be safer to stay outside."
Fang Yu was stunned for a moment and could only agree with this statement and nodded lightly. He was not actually worried about Miya's safety. After all, this was Aitaria, but he felt a little empty for a moment.
He originally thought this was a rare opportunity to get closer to his sweetheart.
The remaining elven building is a moon-white exterior wall that stretches across the woods. It is tall and straight. The wall is covered with wisteria and ivy leaves, which is lush and green. Under the vines is exposed marble material. The texture is very delicate, gray-white like pottery, and the surface is
Full of cracks and vicissitudes of life.
The members of the adventure team walked under the wall one after another, and the thick pine needles absorbed the sound of their footsteps, making them silent.
Only Fang Plover stopped and raised his head. Thousand years of time were reflected on the wall, as if there was an ancient echo lingering here.
Later, Scape hit him on the back of the head with a hand knife: "Go!" Fang Plover could only follow the others dejectedly. The forest ahead was full of branches and vines, claws and claws intertwined, and aerial roots intertwined into a network, growing under the collapsed wall.
The others climbed up at the gap, which was almost forty feet high. With Querod's help, Fang Plover climbed up with great effort. Normally, this great achievement would have excited him for a while, but now
He looked very depressed.
Querod saw that he was not in a high mood, so he patted his shoulder from behind and asked him to look back. Fang was stunned for a moment, then turned back panting.
The scenery in front of me is so beautiful.
Looking out from the top of the wall, the forest extends to the horizon. The dense sea of trees is connected to each other. A silvery glow shines like the sea and waves under the quiet moonlight. The wind blows in the night sky, and the purple cloud wall slowly moves to the north. The horizon is
There is a clear ridge line, and the moonlight appears and disappears behind the clouds.
Fang Plover opened his mouth slightly, staring and thinking a lot.
This is the world he dreams of——
He couldn't help but subconsciously took a step forward, and the emotions in his heart disappeared. But Scarpe quickly pulled the crazy boy back and scolded: "What are you crazy about? Don't you want to live?"
Only then did Fang Yu realize that he had almost walked under the gap. He couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat. He turned around and glanced at Scarpe gratefully. The people nearby laughed when they saw this: "This kid is the same kind of person as us, Silk."
Cape."
"Indeed, in terms of being heartless," Scarpet shook her head. "They are all crazy."
"After all, people who don't yearn for adventure will not come to this world, Scarpet."
To this answer, Scarpe rarely refuted, she looked at the forest and sea in the distance with soft eyes.
Fang Plover was even more convinced.
"It's a pity that Ed just doesn't have magic adaptability." Someone said again.
"Otherwise, he must be an amazing combat craftsman!"
Everyone was discussing in a flurry, not taking the Spear of the Silver Forest seriously. However, when they were extremely happy, someone suddenly shouted: "Be careful, someone is coming over here!" Everyone turned around and found a small team.
The people from the Silver Forest Spear appeared behind the arcade on the north side.
The opponent should have advanced along the corner of the northern ruins and suddenly appeared there. They obviously discovered the Dawn Star people first. The small group of gunmen walking in the front raised their guns and started shooting. Fang Plover saw the people in that direction.
Two rows of fire appeared in the darkness, smoke rose, and lead bullets swept over like a shower.
Someone fell down at that time. Querod used his giant sword to block the bullets fired at Fang Plover, while shouting: "Hold still, someone will protect the elementalist and the alchemist!"
Two Dailin Shield Guards carrying large shields ran over and raised their large shields to block Fang Plover.
There was a jingling sound on the shield, and Fang Plover quickly went to get his seventh-type musket, but Scarpe rushed over and held him down, covered his ears and shouted: "Don't move!"
Only then did Fang Yu realize the importance of his role in the mission, and he honestly retracted his hand.
He looked back and saw that the long crystal in the hand of the elementalist not far away was emitting a flickering light. Bullets rained down from the wall. Archers, crossbowmen and gunmen faced each other's firepower and shot at the Silver Forest Spearmen.
Stone chips were flying, smoke and dust were woven, and people fell down from time to time.
Relying on the advantage of being at a commanding height, the opponent's firepower finally became sparse after a while.
"Seventy feet!"
Quelord ordered calmly, the giant sword in his hand was like a silver sword, and the lead bullets tinkled and splashed water.
The shield guard in front of the elementalist turned aside, and the former immediately threw the crystal in his hand forward - the long crystal seemed to have its own kinetic energy, turning into a stream of light and flying between the two sides. It exploded thirty meters away.
The dissipated etheric magic formed a large-scale water mist, blocking the sight lines on both sides.
Both sides were very experienced, and the shooting stopped almost involuntarily.
There were a few gunshots on the other side, but they soon fell silent——
Only smoke and dust were left floating in the night wind.
"Now, let's go!" Scape saw this and pushed Fang Plover from behind, and at the same time stuffed something into his hand. Fang Plover took it and took a look, only to find that it was a slow-falling device - a very big one.
A commonly used magic weapon, the non-attribute crystal inside can be used three times after being charged.
"Thank you, Miss Scarpet."
He didn't waste any time. He untied his huge backpack and threw it on the ground. He put the metal box on his back and clicked the leather tube and latch on it to the magic furnace behind him. He walked briskly to the wall and took a look below.
The wall is higher on this side, a full fifteen meters.
Fang Plover has never skydived.
But he didn't have the slightest fear in his heart, and took a step forward without hesitation. Scarpe wanted to remind him of things to pay attention to, but before he could say anything, he saw this guy jump.
She had never seen such a bold newcomer before, and she was really gritting her teeth: "This kid..."
Fang Yu only heard the whistling of the wind, and suddenly there was a soft click behind him. He felt his body lightened, and his falling speed suddenly slowed down. He turned around and saw a glider wing spread out behind the metal box. The wing was light and soft.
It was thin, like spider silk - but in fact he knew very well that it was a web of etheric magic.
The magic furnace behind him is starting to get hot, the indicator on the glove is spinning like crazy, and the magic power is decreasing rapidly. This is the biggest shortcoming of the non-attribute crystal - the magic power reserve is too low, and the output power is far from enough.
Fortunately, the slow-fall structure was just an ordinary magic device, and it finally landed before the magic furnace was overloaded.
He quickly turned off the valve and let out the steam of the coolant. The hot gas almost made him withdraw his hand. Only then did the temperature of the core crystal gradually return to a stable level. Looking up, he saw that the members of the adventure group were also descending one after another, and they were lower than him.
Much more calm.
Scarpe, who was also carrying a wounded man, slid down along the dense aerial roots. With ease, he came to Fang Plover in a few ups and downs, and threw the huge backpack to him.
Fang Plover quickly caught the backpack.
"Don't stop, go to the ruins!" Scape pointed in a direction, where there was an elven arcade covered with vegetation, submerged under a large hematite fern. Fang Plover nodded and ducked into the dense forest.
There was a crisp sound of gunfire behind him, and he looked back. The people of the Silver Forest Spear were rushing out of the fog, and were beaten back by a row of volleys. Fang Plover did not dare to stay longer, and separated the feathery leaves of the tall hematite fern.
Susu walked into the depths of the ruins.
Scape saw his figure disappear, then turned around and called others to take away the wounded.
Behind the dense forest is a street that existed from ancient times - on both sides are old and damaged buildings. The roots of towering ancient trees are intertwined with moon-white stones. The branches are lush and leafy, and a large number of aerial roots are laid out like a network of pipes.
On the ground, it looked a bit seeping under the cold moonlight.
The surrounding area is mysterious and quiet. There are crumbling stones everywhere with incomplete patterns on them. However, I don’t know how much time I have not stayed here, so these stones are covered with moss and selaginella. The square plover walked through the ruins on hands and feet.
, he saw that the elven arcade was always on his side, and used this to judge his direction.
A huge bird flapped its wings and flew away from the towering tree crown. He was startled. When he raised his head, he saw that it was a huge Tarun's White-necked Crow, and he couldn't help but cursed secretly.
There was a deep ravine in front of him. The bottom of the ravine was covered with rubble, which looked like part of a temple. It didn't look like it was formed naturally. However, Fang Plover only took a look at it and didn't think much about it. He didn't dare to stop walking along the ravine.
I walked forward on the edge, and soon I found a passable 'bridge'. It was actually the roots of an ancient oak tree, spanning the ravine, like an elven arch bridge.
Fang Plover looked around. The forest far and near was deserted. There were a few mice under the ravine, swinging their plump bodies in the moonlight. The Talon white-necked crow also flew to nowhere at this moment.
Only the shadows of lush trees were left above his head, and the ruins were completely submerged in vegetation. If it weren't for the remaining elven buildings, he almost thought he was back in the forest outside.
He then took off his backpack, took out a roll of rope from inside and tied it up. Then he carefully climbed up the roots of the ancient oak with the rope and moved over little by little. After reaching the other side, he pulled the rope to tie up his backpack.
Drag it from the bottom of the ditch.
This action was so tiring that he was sweating profusely. He opened his backpack and checked it, and found that a set of alchemical utensils had been smashed, including a very expensive crystal retort. Fang Plover's heart was bleeding.
He picked out the glass fragments and threw them away, then sat there and rested for a while. Just as he was wondering why the others hadn't caught up yet, a generous hand suddenly pressed on his shoulder. Fang Plover was so frightened that he almost screamed, and turned around
Only then did they realize that it was Quirod who was silent. He and Scarpe had caught up at some point.
Behind the two of them, other people also rustled apart the ferns and walked out not far away.
Fang Yu breathed a sigh of relief and asked, "How is it?"
"The people from the Silver Forest Spear didn't catch up." Querod shook his head.
"Then what's next?" Fang Plover looked around. He really didn't expect that the ruins would be so big.
Scape turned back and asked the others: "Did anyone see the direction in which the Holy Serpent's glider crashed?"
"I saw it. To the southeast, the glider hit a broken tower there." someone replied.
"I saw it too."
People agreed one after another.
Quelord looked at the direction filled with mist. "I know that direction, it's not very far. There's no time to waste. We'll hit the road after the alchemist is almost rested."
"I have no problem. In fact, I have already rested for a while," Fang Yu replied, "but I have a question."
Quelord looked at him and gestured to him.
Scape frowned and thought for a moment, then said from the side: "Quelod, the people from the Silver Forest Spear appear very strangely."
Querod was stunned for a moment, then nodded. "They did respond a little faster." He thought for a moment, and then asked, "Then what are you worried about?"
Scarpe shook her head. "I just think there are too many accidents tonight."
"I think the people of the Silver Forest Spear have a purpose," Fang Plover thought for a moment and organized his speech. "Mr. Querod, why didn't they catch up? I was curious before about what is in this ruins.