The flames flashed in the deep forest, and the screaming sound was even more unprepared. A ranger next to the man tilted his body and flew out like a piece of wood. He rolled away
After a few laps, he stopped. A hole the size of a bowl opened on his right shoulder, and blood gushed out like a fountain. The armor value of the dragon leather armor and the magic protection formed by the ether guide on it saved his life. But that was all, even if
It was the healer who pulled him up, and the ranger lost his ability to fight for a short time.
The dragon hunter looked at this scene mechanically. There was no real emotion in the cold and flashing red light. He pulled the lever back, turned the barrel of the gun, unloaded the bullet, and loaded the firing pin. Due to the Imperial Type 11 Magic Gun
The air-guided structure has not yet been developed, so it seems bulky and inefficient, but it is full of a religious ritual feel.
Fang Plover did not immediately attack the elementalist, the magician, or even the healer, because he was looking for a chance to kill him with one blow. The caster has a stable shield, and the nightingale type has intuitive dodge, so the ranger is the best
target. They use their strong perception ability as a means of survival, but they are very vulnerable once they do not detect the enemy.
The fallen ranger seemed to be an opportunity on the battlefield. Some people seized this opportunity. Although he could not tell where the attack came from, the leader of the Holy White Stone still drew his throwing ax at that moment and used all his strength.
He turned around with all his strength, took the ax blade out of his hand, and threw it spinning towards the high ground.
He let out a cry: "Kill them!"
The ax blade hit the large shield of an iron guard with a loud noise, cutting deeply into it. The iron guard staggered backward. This order was like a declaration of attack. The Holy White Stone Guild
The rangers raised their bows and pulled the strings - the bow arms made a heart-wrenching sound. People took aim, took a deep breath, and then all released their hands, shooting a hail of arrows.
The black dots whistling down in mid-air symbolized a reply - they had long disliked these people. No matter whether they could beat them or not, the motto of the Chosen Ones was to fight them first. Isn't it just a life? Sometimes it is very dangerous.
Expensive, but sometimes it has to give way to other purposes - this purpose can be full of interests and calculations, but it can also be pure and direct, with the spirit of a scholar from Yan and Zhao.
It was too late to worry about what was happening behind him. The man was an experienced commander. The moment Fang Plover took action, he was keenly aware of which side was the better opponent to deal with. He turned around first and glared at the elemental user fiercely.
One glance - the latter also understood at this moment that he had gotten into trouble. He seemed not to have expected that things would turn out like this, and he couldn't help but choke:
"Boss, I..."
"Shut up," the man interrupted him, "first deal with the people of the Holy White Stone and defeat them."
The Twilight people showed their experienced side at this time and did not need anyone to direct them. The Iron Guards had automatically formed a front. Most of them were Glenwall Gray Crow Guards, including the 'Grey Moon Guards' and 'Order'.
These two attributes of "Jingran" have a lot of bonuses when fighting side by side, which can give full play to the strength of the battle line.
The connected black shields formed an icy barrier as if under the gray moonlight above the wilderness of Glenwall, and the rangers of the Holy White Stone, whose level was too different from theirs, were reloading their arrows this time.
The iron guard looked a little weak in front of him, and the arrows clanked against the iron wall, but could not shake it in the slightest.
The iron guards thrust their large shields to the ground, and one person between the two opened his shield sideways, as if a door had been opened on the barrier. The dusk ranger and crossbow shooter stepped out of it, raised their bows and fired.
, the arrows from both sides crisscrossed in mid-air. Although there were a few black shadows, several people from the Holy White Stone Guild immediately fell down after they flew past.
Behind the ranger and crossbow archer, the agility professions, nightingales and double swordsmen came out one after another, running down the high ground like sharp arrows and shooting towards the position of the Holy White Stone Guild. "Stop them!" said the team of the Holy White Stone Guild.
The chief shouted when he saw this, and at the same time he took the lead and stopped him.
The Iron Guards immediately came out and formed a line of defense - but even if they were to defeat the small with more, the people of the Holy White Stone Guild knew in their hearts that they did not dare to claim victory.
Below the high ground, the great swordsman was wielding his great sword to fend off the arrows from the Holy White Stone Guild. He was hit by at least two or three arrows, but they were not affected at all by being stuck between the thick chain armor.
The great swordsman laughed loudly, and made a thumbs down gesture to everyone in the Holy White Stone contemptuously, "Don't overestimate your own abilities!" He took off another great sword from behind, held the sword with both hands, and threw it with all his strength.
, swung the sword in his right hand towards the Holy White Stone Guild's front.
The whirling sword was like the blade of a windmill, flying from far to near in the blink of an eye. The iron guards raised their shields to block, but the sword blade cut into their large shield with great force, splitting the shield.
For two, he bumped into them again.
The iron guard of the Holy White Stone flew out like scattered parts on a machine and rolled to the ground - the giant sword continued to move forward, bringing down a group of people. The iron guard who was first hit by the sword had his chest armor
The curls cracked, and rose-colored blood and white light gushed out from the mouth. He opened his mouth wide, and it seemed that he could no longer survive.
Time Reflection wiped the blood on his face and looked back at his comrades who had fallen to the ground. He clenched the magic wand in his hand, and in his heart he felt not the fear of the aftermath of the disaster, but anger.
He looked ahead and saw the regiment leader turning around and took a breath: "Maintain the front."
The latter's voice was not loud, and he seemed not sure whether this battle was a disaster or not. But he was like a solemn stone statue, with a calm gaze and a straight body. No matter what the outcome, he had already made a decision - as for the rest
, let the sword in your hand decide——
The flames on the old tree man's body have been extinguished. The seriously injured tree looked at the humans in front of it silently, as if just as the heart of the tree said, they were both upright and greedy, cowardly and brave, as if they were both good and evil. They were just a moment ago.
An accomplice of the devil, but at the next moment he faced a powerful enemy and spoke out with his sword.
The Chosen Ones are really a complex group of creatures.
The only hope everyone has is that the other half of Taniguchi's regiment can arrive in time, but it seems a bit slim. Then the remaining one is the unknown helping hand.
At that moment, Time Reflection heard that familiar voice again.
It's like a dark divide——
It was a gunshot.
To be precise, it was the second gunshot.
The man quickly realized something was wrong. He might have made a wrong judgment. The firepower from behind was stronger than he imagined. The bullets hit the shields opened by the magicians and turned into a golden rain of light.
The flying sparks are taking away the durability of the shield, and the hexagonal grid is shining brightly, but it is fading layer by layer.
The magicians almost screamed one after another:
"The attack power is so high!"
"I can't hold it anymore."
The two constructs with their heads glowing with dark red light took turns to shoot, advanced, and slowly walked out of the forest. They almost didn't need time to reload as they fired alternately, and streams of white smoke advanced forward, mixed with golden flames.
It's almost like two top gunners, whose level is equal to or even higher than theirs, are fighting with them, and they are extremely calm and almost unaffected by the outside world——
"Stop them quickly!" someone shouted.
But the magicians were helpless with the staffs in their hands. Most of their spells were ineffective against the constructs, and the psychic system was completely destroyed. All spells and bytes related to the living body were ineffective, and
There is a limited series of spells that can produce effects, almost all of which are produced by elementalists.
The elementalists successively tried acid rain, disintegration ray, metal fatigue and ether impact, but all the spells were useless until someone shouted in a horrifying voice: "Higher magic resistance!" This sentence seemed to have magic power, and at that moment
Let everyone's curses be silenced.
People's eyes couldn't help but turn to that man.
The man opened his mouth.
At this time, one construct finally stopped. After firing a round of six rounds, it squatted on the ground and began to reload. Although the other construct was still shooting, the number of bullets should not be many. It was just suddenly
, two more dark red lights appeared in the forest. At that moment, everyone in the dusk experienced the whole process of falling from heaven to hell.
Someone finally realized what it was: "Combat Craftsmen!" But this voice was chilling. What level of Combat Craftsmen were fighting with them in the forest, and where did their opponents come from? There were Combat Craftsmen among them, that one
The alchemist reacted and released the clockwork elf in a panic. For fighting against the combat craftsman, it is much easier to find the opponent's location than to solve the opponent's construct.
He released seventeen clockwork fairies in a row, and the golden light flying all over the sky was almost his limit. This scene was like a spectacle to the people of the Holy White Stone below the high ground - there was no such high level in their guild.
The combat craftsman couldn't imagine who the opponent was trying to deal with with all his strength.
But Time Reflection seemed to have guessed it, a light of ecstasy flashed in his eyes, they were coming!
The twilight battle craftsman raised his right hand and let the clockwork fairy rise into the air. However, his control was not precise, and most of it was managed by the system's computing power. The golden clockwork fairy turned into streaks of light and headed towards the forest.
Zhong pounced over.
People looked up at this scene.
But few people noticed that the dragon hunters at the edge of the forest stopped; they seemed to hear a subtle, harsh buzzing sound at that moment. At first, people did not realize where the sound came from, but until
It's getting bigger and clearer.
Fang Yu gently turned his wrist, and his eyes under the goggles shone with a calm light - no matter how many times, Alice felt a little weird every time she saw the other party doing this.
Although she knew clearly that the other party was the hero who saved Fenris Island, and he had killed a god - no, two gods. But the other party's too childish appearance, and his idiotic reactions that were always slow to follow others, made this difference.
The mixture of two completely different attributes always makes people full of wonder and complex emotions.
The shimmering array in the forest is projecting silver structures. They complement each other and hang under the canopy, like a galaxy in the darkness.
When the golden clockwork fairy flew over the woods, people saw a silver cloud rising from the canopy. God knows what the battle craftsman saw. He almost screamed and almost lost his control gloves.
Throw it out.
The next moment, countless golden lights flashed out from the silver clouds. Those golden lights were very messy - but their number was dense enough, like fire nets, filtering through the golden clockwork fairies, once, twice, three times.
All over. In fact, there are still fish that slip through the net. Silver Bee's shooting accuracy has always been criticized, let alone against a flexible target like Clockwork Goblin.
But the twilight alchemist seemed to be stunned. He had never seen so many flexible constructs, let alone a construct goblin that could fire. Even if there were a few survivors, he seemed drunk.
Under the control of someone drunk, he crashed into a tree and was shattered into pieces.
The man turned his head, as if he wanted to ask something, but seeing the lost look on the alchemist's face, he thought for a moment and did not ask. The magicians also realized that their opponents were not on the same level as their combat craftsmen at all, so they whispered
Communicating:
"Eye of the Mage."
"Precognition."
They have to find the opponent. They are not good at dealing with constructs, but they are not afraid of the master behind the construct.
It's just that these magicians just raised the magic wands in their hands, and suddenly they couldn't put them down. The mage's eyes need to create a detection barrier in the forest, and the precognition technique has the same effect.
.
But in the magic wands they raised, they could not feel the flow of ether in the forest at all - it seemed to be a magical desperate situation, forming a wonder in the world of ether, where there was nothing.
Things have lost the power of ether, elements, matter and even spells.
Like a black hole that absorbs all light.
If they were aboriginal magicians, they might have reacted at this moment, but these selectors were searching for memories in their shallow basic training, and it took a while before they looked like they had seen a ghost. They seemed to have finally remembered.
Come on, there is such a type of enemy described in the history of magic——
They take it as their bounden duty to analyze spells and penetrate into the essence of ether. With the help of the power of ancient magic books, they have an extraordinary understanding of ether. Their knowledge and power are passed down from generation to generation. Do not easily provoke others in the fields they are good at.
them.
They are the chosen people of Anji, the masters of the Book of Magic, the darlings of knowledge, the masters of spells, and naturalists.
"What a ghost."
The magicians looked at each other in confusion, holding up their magic wands. It would be wrong to retreat, and it would be wrong not to retreat.
The man also wanted to say that he had seen a ghost. A high-level combat craftsman was already rare, and where did an orphan professional naturalist come from? They were mantises catching cicadas, and where did the oriole on the other side come from? But he finally
I remembered the warning I had received not long ago - the naturalists. It turned out that these people were the reinforcements brought back by the nightingale.
He finally calmed down, turned around, and gestured to the two people around him.
If he didn't have to protect the box, he would have wanted to meet the other party, but for now, he had to leave it to his two deputies. The three of them are the highest-level and strongest people in the team, and they are the only three in the team.
members of the tour group.
If magic can't solve the problem, let the sword do the talking.
The two lined up side by side, spreading out one to the left and the other to the right, trying to use speed to bypass the four dragon hunters and insert themselves into the forest. The big cat man's silver-gray eyes reflected this scene - he shook his red mane slightly.
The ring on his mane jingled, and he grasped the hilt of the holy sword. He even had time to pat the weak shoulder of Miss Naturalist with his other big paw.
He turned back and winked at her: "Don't worry, you know, they are strong on the outside but strong on the inside."
Jita, who had a stern face and didn't dare to take a breath, took a gentle breath and nodded, seeming to be really relaxed.
The big cat man took a step forward, and was about to stretch out his claws to release the sacred barrier to block a nightingale and a double swordsman who were rushing towards him. But at this moment, everyone heard a cold, crisp sound.
A shout came from one side:
"utn's oiamuns! (Gutta: divine virtue!)"
A silver barrier spread out from the edge of the forest, like the light of dawn or the ghost fire of dawn. It was like a spreading ripple, sweeping towards the distance. The nightingale and the double swordsman screamed when they saw this scene.
He stepped back: "Sword of Heaven, Ori Knight!"
"is her!"
The man's face also changed drastically, as if he had met the toughest opponent.
The cold and clear tone in the forest also changed again: "oigmu kaste! (In ancient Tajikistan: in the name of honor!)"
The silver flame turned into a bunch of sharp swords, like the hilt of the sword of heaven, held in the hands of the arbiter, and it swept forward. At that moment, the iron guards of the Twilight Guild turned around with changed expressions, raised their big shields, and protected them.
Before the caster, block this silver flame.
But the girl's cold voice shouted: "vaen'luam roh'vk, meus roh'vk——(ancient pagoda proverb: The more enemies there are, the stronger I am——)"
The silver flame suddenly became a little brighter, like the Lord's spear. The scene that happened before now happened to the people of the Twilight Guild. The iron guards flew out one after another and fell to the ground.
The light faded, and then a few people saw a short lady walking out of the forest over there.
She was wearing a snow-silver armor that shone brightly. The petal-like plate skirt set off the lace skirt underneath. Below was a pair of beautiful little boots. She held a halberd in both hands and walked away from the forest.
Come out - there is a two-headed griffon carved on the small chest, and the roses on the shoulder armor are like buds in full bloom, blooming piece by piece.
It was a Papalar girl, but Fang Plover had never seen such a delicate and arrogant Papalal girl. Compared with Parker, she was simply a world away. The girl turned around and calmly said to them
Direction said:
"Friends, I don't know who you are, but I am honored to fight alongside you. Now let your constructs move. I will cover your attack, and we will punish these villains together!"
Fang Yu could tell at a glance that this girl was a Chosen One, but he had never seen a Chosen One who spoke so strictly. This is the real Paladin. Compared with the big cat man, he is world-class.
. He couldn't help but glance at the lion paladin beside him, who had already inserted his sword and shrugged at him.
"I know her." The big cat man said with narrowed eyes.
"We'll talk about this later."
Fang Plover raised his head and replied in that direction: "Madam, thank you very much - but they are not the ones you want to cover."
The Papalar girl looked in this direction with a bit of surprise. The four dragon hunters seemed to her to be very powerful. However, she was not strong enough in attack but strong in defense. The cooperation between the two parties would bring out the greatest effect.
It's just that Fang Yu didn't care about her surprise. He looked in the direction of Twilight Guild and gently placed his hand on the information crystal. If there was no such unexpected factor, he would actually have used this trick, otherwise he would have used this trick alone.
With four dragon hunters, it's really hard to defeat each other.
So in the surprised gaze of the Papalar girl, a heavy, knight-like construct holding a spear slowly walked out of the flashing light door, appearing one by one.
to the edge of the forest.
She counted gently at first, but when she finished counting, her beautiful eyes couldn't help but widen.
She said very politely: "I seem to have done something unnecessary, Your Excellency."
"That's hard to say." Fang Plover smiled and replied.
These things may seem like a lot, but they are actually not that powerful.
It's a pity that the people in the Twilight Guild don't know this.
They were looking at the twenty-three tall constructs that appeared at the edge of the forest with expressions as if they had seen a ghost. For the first time, the thinking in the man's mind felt a little chaotic - they were just here to get one
It’s just the heart of worshiping the mountains. Who is this that is offending?
He suddenly couldn't figure out what level of existence the fighting craftsmen in the forest were.
"Boss..." Twilight's man had the intention to quit for the first time.
But the men had a vague feeling that they might not be able to leave.
