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 hinge, and passed through the center of the core crystal. The two sides of the separated crystal reflected the scorching flame, facing each other and slowly rotating, scattering in all directions.
Flying open. On the cut that was as flat as a mirror, 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
The person even screamed in fear, pulled off his goggles, closed his 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. Because the background was too dark, the strong light even left an afterimage on the picture.
The camera was still pointing directly upward and paused for about 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 that?"
"Did you hear that?"
People kept asking other people, but mostly got negative answers.
But in the higher airspace, at this moment, a dark 'eye', like a clear crystal embedded under the streamlined shell, flaps its silver wings and is quietly stopping below the clouds. It shrinks the lens slightly,'
The scene was captured with a click, then converted into pictures and transmitted to a system several kilometers away.
Fang Plover glanced back, his deep eyes reflecting the light of the bonfire on the distant battlements. He raised his left hand, framed it with his hand, cut the picture off 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, displayed the picture, and after she and Saya modified it together, added text, and handed it to Nini, who was waving her little tail at the side, to send it out. Miss Goblin used her own authority to publish it in the community
An account was created on it with the id called 'Mr. Knight's Elf Lady'. 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 they did not know what was going on with the name of this account, but on the other hand, Ms. Tata remained calm and remained silent about it. Most people are more inclined to believe that it is always reliable.
The goblin lady secretly thinks that the captain is a pervert, and actually has evil thoughts about the goblin lady.
In this regard, Tianlan once asked curiously what Sylvide meant, but Miss Fox just smiled and said nothing, and maybe even wagged 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 out of 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 imperceptible, and only emitted a faint flash at the moment they were hit - when these flashes of light were connected together.
One piece forms the most despairing scene in the night sky.
In the splendor and brilliance, the light of destruction.
After a while, there were more posts on the community, including some videos. Although they were very shaky and not clear, they still allowed people to see the scene from different angles. When the golden light flashed in an instant,
When they flashed from above the forest, 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.
"Humph, you can live broadcast, and so can we." The dwarf watched the flames in the night sky go out, muttered and dragged the light screen, grabbed the ax he had inserted in the snow, and used his other hand to
I gestured and changed the tag of the post to 'High Definition, First Person Perspective, Personal Experience', and then checked the box for fees.
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. People in the community who noticed this scene had already
He 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 your teammates."
Unfortunately, a certain dwarf didn't know anything about it.
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 small spots of light that turned into fire and fell, 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 on the horizon.
"Thorin's Star!?"
Trembling sounds were heard one after another among the black-clad 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 dazed alliance official. The latter was startled for a moment before he realized, "This crystal records the previous information.
?" Bud asked, looking at him, and he nodded, "Go and find another crystal."
"Wait."
But the guard 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 communicate with each other.
Asking how many available 'resources' are 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 ruler - but that was still fourteen years ago, when he was still young. And at that time, in that event called
During the 'Bain War', when he and his mentor faced off against the 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 in the face of 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 piece of clockwork goblins rose from the camp and flew over the battlefield. In the night sky there, the 'goblin 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 posted 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: "It seems that he did use 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?" (helpless expression)
"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 clear understanding in his heart, just 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.
When faced with fighting goblins, what can ordinary clockwork goblins do? The answer is that they can't do anything but escape. But how to escape is a subconscious answer for most black-clothed craftsmen.
The method you are most accustomed to and the method you are best at. And this answer is actually the same for most ordinary people.
But for Fang Plover, 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 continue to go 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 reflected on the city wall.
Slanting upward, light and shadow flowed between his fingers, outlining every detail of the 'Lonely King's Pride'.
In the distance, Sylvide was taking a picture of this scene with a recording crystal.
In the eyes of all the onlookers, the picture was severely fragmented. The picture was divided into countless small squares, and suddenly the left and right were completely divided. The pictures on the left side were all climbing upward, and
In the picture on the right side, a field of twinkling, dark red stars is slowly rising over the silent forest.
Everyone held their breath.
They never thought 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."
At the moment, it seems that this opportunity is great. The speed of those 'Thorin Stars' is not much faster than that of ordinary clockwork goblins, and the other party has released less than half of their number - when they reach above the clouds, they will
Using the cover of the clouds to spread out, it is impossible for the opponent to catch up no matter what.
But the north wind coming from the Longxiao Mountains seemed to suddenly become a little 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 there was a look of disbelief on their faces.
look.
You can hear the needle drop.
Whether in reality or in a virtual community.
Fang Piao raised his hand and gently pressed it 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. They were dark and dark.
In the video crystal, a little red light flashed, looking 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 got tired of counting, but in fact there was no need to count anymore. Is this one hundred or two hundred? But what is important?
The key is--
"This, what exactly is this?"
The professional analyst of steel was also stuck when faced with this scene.
An ID named 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 he was
When I clicked on the page for the third division, I 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 several competition 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 looked for the post with the most replies and attention.
, clicked in.
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 in his hand, turned around, and looked at the chief analyst of their team. His eyes swept across the light screen that had been set to be visible in front of him, and moved slightly.
It has its own different layouts. As a major competition area, he can still recognize the style of the third division 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 he just made an unintentional mistake. "If you say such things in public," Bainbridge said calmly
He replied: "The boss can 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."
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, his gray eyes flashing with doubt. "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 for a while.
Who is talking about 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, little one.
, It’s a pity that it’s a bit weird. Who taught these detailed changes? How 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, Heilongjiang, who raised his head,
What the clothes craftsmen saw on their faces was nothing more than a doomsday-like landscape.
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 look 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 fairies is adjusting the direction. However, the interval between his switches is very short, which proves that he is extremely proficient in margin consideration. The single action of the clockwork fairy, hovering and direct navigation, can all be used in his hands.
."
"This sounds simple, but it is very complicated to put into practice, especially under such large-scale control. If you don't pay attention for a moment, or react too slowly, some of the clockwork fairies will deviate far away, costing you more
energy to adjust. This will put the operator into a vicious cycle, and the final 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 harmless."
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 operations were of course nothing to him, but generally speaking - confrontations between clockwork goblins often occurred between craftsmen groups.
Time. 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 defeat the opponent directly?
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 at this moment. He raised his hands tremblingly, took off the goggles on his head, and threw them aside feebly because the field of vision was 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 was doing the same action. And some people were just frozen there and didn't move. He opened his mouth, and there was something dry in his throat.
, he couldn't even 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 thought 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 things.
It's just self-esteem. He knows in his heart that if he loses, he loses, no matter which way he loses.
But the only good news is that the other party seems to have not mastered the true use of 'Thorin's Star'.
"Shrink the defense line and abandon the frontline scouts."
Bader Black Feather's voice came from far away, as if he was not surprised by all this. He held the crystal in his hand, looked at his craftsmen, wizards and knights, and said calmly: "Scouts on the front line
It will take about a few hours before they are resurrected, and they may be able to bring us some front-line information, but before that, after leaving this camp, our perception of the outside world will be 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 me, I need to get first-hand information."
Everyone nodded, and the alliance officials were silent. For a moment, it seemed that the entire camp was a little silent. In this dark night, they lost the initiative, which meant that they might need to passively respond next.
On this side of the mountain line, there are three Gray Knight camps distributed from east to west - the camp in the center 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 safer to defend the camp than to fight in the dark. But in this way, they have to support each other.
There was at least a vacuum period of about half an hour. During this period, they were said to have lost their advantage in strength.
You may even be 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, even the war fourteen years ago.
Among the veterans who survived, he had reason to believe that he could still seize the opportunity to win.
The community went silent for a while.
Most people, or I should say almost everyone, have not noticed the 'margin' technique used by Fang Plover when controlling multiple situations.
They are still thinking, is 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 you controlled such an army?
That shocking scene, even just imagining it, is enough to make people tremble. In fact, what most viewers of the Super Competitive League just need is a 'hero' who can take the place of them - and that rising figure in the night sky
The rising star made them feel like they were seeing it in person at this moment.
That's what they need, the hero who can lift the tide from collapse. 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 focus of discussion 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 is no such exciting battle on the screen. Only occasionally a faint voice comes from inside, but it is not explaining to them, but just informing them of the location of the scouts from the Crow Claw Temple. And those coordinates are relative
As for the location of the redeemed party, in the pitch-black scene, the Crow's Claw Temple and even the Alliance could not know where the redeemed party was, so they could not notify their own people to avoid it.
.
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 often came from unexpected places. In the end, fear turned into a collapse of emotions.
, the scouts of the Crow's Claw Temple no longer wanted 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 more news came. During this period, no one knew where the troops on the side of the redeemed were.
Everyone is waiting for the news silently, but sometimes silence is also a kind of fear, especially when one party is under invisible pressure. Bard-Heiyu has been planning to put down his hands several times, but he has considered whether to use the entire army to suppress the situation.
, 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 was not afraid of suffering losses, but the chaos brought about by the darkness 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.
The alliance officials walked back and forth several times, but no one paid him any attention - he didn't know if the real war was like this, so anxious. He almost had an hallucination, as if he saw the attackers just disappearing.
The shape merged into a vast snowfield, wandering silently, waiting for the opportunity to kill with one blow.
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 Smuggler's Grove area."
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 I don't know the redeemed person very well.
One party has reached somewhere now, but 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 guessed correctly, they should be fighting the second wave of scouts."
In fact, it's pretty much the same.
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's Claw Temple to receive the news.
When the resurrected scouts walked out of the altar one after another and put 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,
There are gradually more people on the map. Everyone's face becomes a little ugly.
There was no effective information at all in the line segments east to west. It was obvious that the opponent had already known their plan and had crushed them from the mobilization point of view. The staff knight punched the sand table hard,
The impact made the sand table shake. "They were divided into at least more than 20 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: "Master Watcher, we have lost contact with Master Feimoen."
The wind blew around the bonfire, making a low crackling sound.
…
The snow light shines brightly against the pine forest.
But on the ridgeline far 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, compared with marching along the ridgeline in a dark forest valley, it is obviously more difficult to march along the ridgeline.
Much easier to spot.
But at this moment, there are still a few unnoticed shadows walking through the mountains and forests. Most of them are wearing long cloaks, like rangers, and their gray-white cloaks serve as a good shield for everyone in the snow.
It provided cover. What's more, there were only a dozen or so people in this group. When everyone's attention was attracted to the previous battle, few people would 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. Then they all turned to look at one person. That person was just a young man with slightly curly hair and wearing a
The alchemist's coat - but in fact there are 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 flashing light doors unfolded, revealing from behind a series of silver structures with limbs like blades. They were silent.
Kneeling quietly on the spot, his elegant form complements the quiet forest.
The young man looked at these constructs with some amazement. He had already heard the names of these constructs, but this was the first time he had seen them with his own eyes:
A capable angel.
Silver Vislan's exclusive variant structure.
"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 a little surprised at the fairy lady floating in mid-air, with her whole body exuding a glow of light. "Fairy, fairy...?" Bai Yue looked at this scene and shouted in surprise.
"I am Tata Thumb-Morning Star, a scholar of the Silver Tower," Miss Elf raised a hand, "You can call me Tata." There was a silver light in her eyes - those half-and-half
The silver construct kneeling on the ground had the same brilliance flashing in his eyes, and slowly stood up amidst the disbelieving gazes of everyone.
…
Luo Yu is also getting up.
He shook off the snow on his body. They had been staying in this place since an hour ago. The battle behind them had almost nothing to do with them. However, Tianlan and the others had already set up the magic circle, so he raised his staff.
He 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." Xiang Xiang rarely replied.
Then the two of them took a step forward together and walked to the magic circle. Tianlan stepped away curiously, clapped her hands and looked at them.
Luo Yu lowered his head in silence and used the tail of the staff to draw an easy-to-understand symbol on the snow - that symbol is the most basic skill for any spell caster. And with
What matches it is its well-known name - leading spells and activating runes.
A bright light spread out from the feet of the elementalist, and along the curve of the magic circle, it connected to Jita and the box. Twelve runes lit up under the two people's feet, and then through these runes, it connected to more in the distance.
, the warlocks and elementalists who came to assist them.
The staffs in everyone's hands shone slightly, and at that moment, Luo Yu raised his elementalist staff.
In the distance, in the mountains amidst the wind and snow, there is a camp with flickering firelight.
A gray halo expanded from the young elementalist. It spread out at an unimaginable speed, like a ripple in the air. The ripple spread wider and wider until it was far away.
The firelight from a thousand meters away shrouded it together.
And it was at that moment that a certain connection between the etheric sea and the material world was suddenly severed.
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!"