Chapter Three Hundred and Sixty-Eight The Distant Place It Seeks VII
Only craftsmen know how to deal with craftsmen.
Therefore, when the silver stars slowly rose, an undetectable magic ripple rippled through the woods.
"Go and interfere with him."
"We must not let him discover our location."
"That ranger is quite powerful."
"No, that's not a ranger..."
"It's the dragon hunter——"
The constructs on the battlefield suddenly paused, and one-third of the dexterous constructs in the back row instantly withdrew from the battle.
The combat craftsmen in the forest also stood up at this moment, raised their hands, and pointed their shiny metallic gloves in one direction; it was a golden rain of light that was passing through the forest.
Passing through the canopy, it felt as if a strong wind was sweeping past, carrying countless golden raindrops straight out from the sky above the woods——
And that golden halo was only reflected in Fang Plover's eyes, following the curvature of the iris, like a twinkling starlight that spread across the night sky.
After they curved through an arc in mid-air, they formed a huge array and pressed down above the two people's heads.
Ye Hua and Fang Plover raised their heads at this moment.
The silver starlight before was destined to look a little thin in front of this golden sky.
Just like a child facing a giant -
It's just that the child may have a unique name at this moment.
At this time, Ye Hua turned back and looked at him: "Do you need help?"
Fang Plover smiled softly.
He raised his head, looked up in that direction, then without saying a word raised his left hand, placed it next to his right shoulder, and from there, made a gentle stroke forward.
A straight line——
One after another magic power passes through the buoy, like invisible lines, connecting up to the night sky and down to the woodland, and Fang Plover is the only controller of those magic lines. With his changing gestures, the silver bees swarm
'The battle formation was launched - yes, people read that right, the clockwork goblins passed each other, arranged front and back, and formed an assault formation with battle depth -
Like a silver blade, it shines brightly in the night sky.
Beneath the forest, the craftsmen hiding in the bushes finally felt something strange.
They looked at each other in confusion. The light in the night sky seemed to be reflected in their hearts at this moment, because they had never seen anyone use the clockwork goblin like this - was this a new tactic? Or was it the other party?
Don’t you understand the Clockwork Fairy at all? With a flexible construction like the Clockwork Fairy, shouldn’t you avoid the opponent’s interference as quickly as possible?
But they don't understand that times have changed.
In Fang Yu's mind, Miss Tata was also looking up at this unique night sky with her little face raised.
Then the two of them looked at each other with understanding.
"Miss Tata."
"here I am--"
The fairy lady's silver eyes were fixed on her only knight, and a gentle gaze seemed to be shining in it: "My knight, what are your orders?"
"Attack."
"Um."
That was the first light of fire in the night sky.
One of the craftsmen felt that his eyepiece went dark, and he lost one-fifth of his field of vision. He took a step back, and was holding his eyepiece with his hand in surprise, but he still didn't understand what happened.
The silver swarm has already completed the change silently and invisible, revealing its ferocious fangs. Golden and silver lights criss-crossed under the night, but what arrived first was a storm of lead bullets.
, balls of fire exploded over the forest, and beams of light rained across the night sky like fireworks...
The dazzling light seems to be a gift from ancient civilization. They are telling the birth of a kind of heterogeneity in the flexible structure.
In other words, recovery——
Its name is Battle Fairy.
And the field of view in more and more eyepieces is darkening from the eyes of the craftsmen. Those who are at a loss have to pull off their goggles, raise their heads and stare at the scene above the night sky in amazement.
what is that……?
And someone is still shouting:
"Change route and avoid!"
But it's no use.
Silver swarms are flying around the golden clouds. In Fang Plover's criss-crossing field of vision, there seem to be traces that can be seen. In that vast space - every swaying clockwork
The fairies all follow a fixed trajectory, flying forward until they fall apart...
That wonderful feeling lingered in his heart.
It made him seem to be able to see the other party's next move. Miss Scarpet once jokingly said that he should become a gunslinger. But Fang Plover understood that this was what R said - instinct.
It's so familiar that you don't need to think about it anymore.
And that sense of control over space gave him the illusion of domination over this world.
He stretched out his hand as if he could hold all the clockwork goblins of his enemy in his hand.
And crush it to pieces.
The clockwork goblins are exploding one by one, and the fragments of the golden shell are like raindrops, falling in mid-air.
Ye Hua looked at this scene and shook his head with a faint smile, as if he saw a possibility - a long time ago, that possibility was called loofah.
But now it may have a new name. He turned back, drew an arrow, and opened the bow - the previous shout had revealed enough information for a dragon hunter. The bowstring
Pine, the arrow penetrated into the forest, and a reddish shadow fell down in the darkness in that direction.
"First."
Someone nearby subconsciously wanted to come to the rescue.
The Ranger King's bow immediately pointed in that direction, and the second red figure fell down.
"the second."
At this moment, a construct on the battlefield broke through the defense line of the Guards Knights.
Ye Hua turned the bow again, guided the bow and shot an arrow. The arrow accurately passed through the dense jungle of constructs and hit the forelimb connection of the construct, causing it to fall to the ground.
"This is the third one."
Under the huge remains of the construct, Jita was breathing in, looking at this scene with a blank expression on her face.
Luo Yu pulled her back from behind and said loudly: "Jita, we are preparing to fight back."
Miss Naturalist took a breath and nodded vigorously.
But before that, she couldn't help but raise her head to look up at the night sky again. The flickering silver light was reflected in the depths of her dark eyes, like a thin thread passing through the girl's heart, slowly moving across the night sky.
extending up, extending——
"Captain Ed..."
…
The silver blade had pierced the giant's heart at this moment.
But the golden clouds were falling apart behind them, and they were defeated and could no longer organize a decent offensive.
The craftsmen in the forest seemed to have forgotten what was truly fatal for a moment. There was only one thing left in their minds for a moment, commanding their clockwork goblins to escape. This is not because these people are too stupid.
, but just because the 'Sword of Damocles' hanging above everyone's heads put too much pressure on them.
How long ago did people see such a battle?
The battle between the clockwork elves has long been sealed in the history of the Numelin elves.
And Fang Plover's eyes were looking through the video crystal of each silver bee swarm, watching this scene happen from a high position. Contrary to all the craftsmen, he was so calm at the moment that he was almost abnormally calm, almost in an instant.
During this time, I realized the opportunity was born.
Silver Blade did not continue the pursuit.
They moved straight forward, crossing the forest sky——
The craftsmen haven't reacted yet.
But their expressions of astonishment and confusion had already fallen into Fang Plover's eyes one by one.
But the silver swarm dispersed, and when it passed over the tree crown, the square plover had already marked every location below one by one. It was like a patch of red light, flickering dimly in the dark forest.
With a swipe of his hand, he transferred the picture from his system to the floating window in front of Ye Hua.
The glowing light reflected on the cheek of the Ranger King.
Ye Hua smiled faintly and glanced at him.
Then gave him a thumbs up.
He pulled out a somewhat special arrow. It was a cyan arrow, and its tip seemed to be preserved in a crystal. However, it was not an explosive crystal. It was a crystal that Fang Plover had never seen before.
——The arrow shaft is made of cold iron, and the arrow feathers are inlaid with Pegasus feathers.
Ye Hua opened his bow and nocked an arrow, pointing in one direction. He aimed for only a moment, and then released his thumb from the bow string. The arrow turned into a blue light and flew towards the forest in the distance. It accurately hit the first point of light.
, and penetrated the latter. After that, the light spread out and turned into little raindrops, rushing into the dark woodland.
Each beam of light that opened flew backwards and accurately hit a light spot. In the field of vision of the Fang Plover's "swarm", the dim red light marked everywhere disappeared, and only this arrow
, which erased nearly one-fifth of the light spots on the map.
The craftsmen in the woodland only watched the dreamlike light passing through the trees.
The companions fell one after another like dominoes, and the sound of flopping fell in their ears, just like the approaching footsteps of death.
Only then did people wake up from a dream and realize who the real God of Death was.
"Don't get entangled with those 'goblins' -" At this moment, a voice came from everyone's communication crystal: "If they come down, use Annihilator to deal with them."
"Deploy one-third of the manpower to deal with those two people."
"Especially that..."
"...Dragon Hunter."
Capture the thief first, capture the king first, this is a quite ancient and simple tactic.
One-third of the flexible structures on the battlefield moved and turned towards the direction of Fang Plover and Ye Hua.
Ye Hua was about to change his target and deal with these flexible structures first, but Fang Plover stretched out his hand to stop him.
"Don't worry about them, Master Ye Hua, go deal with those craftsmen."
The Ranger King looked at the other party in surprise.
But Fang Yu knew that flexible structures were just consumables for craftsmen. He suddenly remembered the flexible structure in the warehouse he had seen in Tansnir, although it had been cleared by the mystics.
However, the preparations of the blind followers must not end here. In ten years, God knows how many backup products they have prepared for this plan. From the sudden appearance of these craftsmen, it can be seen that the attack ten years ago
, or it’s just a preview of today’s scene.
If we only kill the flexible constructs, we won't be able to kill them all until their Magic Furnace runs out of mana.
Fang Plover turned around, met the other person's eyes, and replied very firmly: "I'll stop them."
Ye Hua was startled and immediately asked: "How long can we stop it?"
"About a minute."
Fang Yu paused for a moment and asked: "Is it enough?"
Ye Hua smiled: "That's enough."
He retracted his bow and turned to the other side, no longer looking at the flexible structures climbing up the hillside.
And Fang Plover also closed his hands, and the flexible structure in mid-air entered a low-power state, maintaining only the most basic flying ability, floating above the forest. Then he walked forward and walked down out of the forest.
.
The actions here almost immediately caught the attention of the craftsmen on the other side. They saw a young man walking out of the woods and were about to make a move. But the voice from before almost immediately stopped everyone with a sharp voice:
"Leave him alone, don't waste your time——"
"The real target is the dragon hunter. Go past him and go directly past that kid!"
"He's just a bait."
But that voice suddenly stopped.
Because in his stunned gaze, beams of light were shooting out from the bait hand in his mouth and falling in front of him. And stepping out from the unfolded light door were a series of lights shining with silver luster.
Dual-wielding swordsmen, but their silver double blades and arms have long been integrated into one.
The connected light doors almost formed a wall of light.
Behind the wall of light were female swordsmen standing side by side with their double blades intertwined. A silver wall was formed in an instant.
one two three……
...Seven, eight...
Twelve units.
Twelve powerful angels.
The commander among the craftsmen almost gritted his teeth and read out the number. It was as if he no longer recognized the number twelve. Thousands of words turned into just one curse word in his heart at this moment. "What a ghost..." But no matter whether he saw it or not,
Hell, he has to give that order right now:
"Go...attack, past that kid, they are just some alien sword-wielding men..."
"It's just, it's just some alien sword-wielders, just run them over..."
But the imagination is beautiful, but the reality is cruel.
Even though the powerful angel in Fang Plover's hand is far inferior to the opponent's, it can't really be crushed in an instant - even if it kills twelve pigs, it will take a while, right? What's more, the powerful angel in Fang Plover's hand is still far away.
Far from being called a 'pig'. What's more, the other party hesitated for a moment.
This moment of hesitation can already determine many things.
The angel of energy flashed and launched a surprise attack. It flashed again and distanced itself. But the next moment, it was destroyed by the opponent's attack.
But Fang Yu pressed the information crystal again.
Another seven sword-wielding men were summoned.
But this time, they are no longer capable angels, but ordinary Type III walkers - funded by Her Royal Highness the Princess.
The walkers were torn apart in an instant.
Then there are three Dauntless ones.
After three rounds of attacks, Fang Plover only retreated less than ten meters - but almost half a minute had passed.
Finally, the Orphen Twins fell from the sky with a loud bang, shaking the surrounding constructs. Then, there was no more, because the next moment, the surrounding constructs seemed to have stopped in time, and their movements froze—
—In this short half-minute, Ye Hua had already killed nearly half of the opponent's craftsmen.
The remaining people were also scared and wanted to quit. The commander who had been hiding in the dark seemed to finally realize that the matter was irreversible and had to grit his teeth and issue the order.
"retreat--"
But in response to his cry, he retreated.
It was a small, girlish voice on the battlefield.
"The gravel of the sea of sand——"
The voice was not loud, but it seemed to have a magical power, enough to pass through the entire battlefield and imprint into everyone's heart.
That is the last paragraph of "The Book of Sand", Istani's immortal masterpiece. Every desert people has heard more or less the legend about that book and the last paragraph like a nursery rhyme.
"The gravel of the sea of sand, travel through time, it will all be solidified here..."
"Fix the moonlight of Istania for thousands of years on this desert."
When that magical voice passed through the sky above the forest, the bright moon just broke through the heavy dark clouds and landed on the forest.
Then the forest disappeared, forming a stretch of rolling sand dunes, with shrubs and vines receding one after another. Only a cold moon shone on the snow-white sand dunes.
And above the undulating sand sea, the naturalist girl, holding the ancient magic book in her hand, looked intently at everyone standing on the dunes - the King of Sand, Babartan, and the guards.
The knights, the structures slumping around, Ye Hua, Fang Plover, and the alchemists who were nowhere to hide in the distance——
The commander stood far away among the crowd, watching this scene in shock.
He seemed to realize just now what kind of mistake he had made.
"Naturalist!?"
There is a naturalist beside Babartan, the King of Sand?
But where did these people come from?
…
At the same moment.
Fang Yu finally saw clearly these alchemists, these different colleagues, these rumored 'fallen alchemists'.
Sure enough, as he expected, these people were also wearing clothes from the earth. There were more or less strange patterns on their wrists, necks and shoulders, but they were too far away to see carefully. However, except for a few of these people,
Apart from that, at least in appearance, it is also obvious that he is an Istanian.
The appearance of these strange alchemists in this place, coupled with their clothes, is indeed a bit strange.
Looking at these people, Fang Yu couldn't help but frown.
The other party's outfit obviously shouldn't be a prank. But why he dressed up like this, he really couldn't figure it out. Is it just to make people misunderstand that they are the chosen ones? It seems that there is only one possibility.
, but it’s a bit too absurd.
Because the chosen ones would not dress like this in Aitaria.