Fang Plover stood on the platform with his hands on the railing.
He looked at the four walkers beside him as they rotated their muzzles and fired out fire. The projectiles were like an invisible giant scythe sweeping through the twenty or thirty skeletons in the forest, breaking them into pieces and tumbling away.
A damage value on the retina.
It wasn't until the last skeleton fell that he gave the order. "Advance the beasts of burden!"
"I got it, Brother Ed, the beast of burden is moving forward!" Tianlan replied loudly deliberately.
The Gray Ridge Negative Hill Beast let out a long moo and continued to step forward. The steps hit the ground hard, causing splashes of water. Chris was the first to get up from the muddy water, and looked back at a loss.
Looking at the undead monsters whose biggest nightmares were beaten to pieces on the ground.
The others noticed his movements and got up one after another, with expressions of shock on their faces.
"Chris, what happened?"
"Where is the Lord Protector?"
"Who are those adults who saved us?" everyone asked one after another.
"...It's a professional craftsman, it must be a professional craftsman. The Elpaxin craftsman will always come," Chris's mind was still clear. He looked at the giant beast in the linden forest with an unbelievable look, and his voice was trembling.
Said: "He can control so many constructs. At least he is a full-time combat craftsman of the Elpaxin Craftsmen Association. There is no mistake."
"We are rescued, but we have to ask them to help rescue Lord Mayor. Lord Dicker is still behind!" He turned back and said to the others.
"The team of professional craftsmen should be led by a great craftsman, is it Lord Merifen?" Someone asked: "Sir Merifen personally came to save us?"
"It doesn't seem to be the case," Chris shook his head in confusion: "I seemed to have seen that the person was not a dwarf before. He probably wasn't Lord Melifan."
"Chris," people said. "We don't understand what you're saying, but you have the most flexible mind in the lumberyard. And haven't you been an apprentice? Why don't you go and ask the adults to help you?"
"Yes, isn't the Lord Protector also Master Elpaxin? They should know each other, right?" People talked about it, but Chris shook his head.
Unlike these villagers, Chris has been to El Paxin and naturally knows how big a city it is. The relationship between people there is far from being as simple as knowing each other in a village.
But he also understood that now was not the time to think about such things. Gritting his teeth, he nodded to everyone, and regardless of the embarrassment covered in mud and water, he rushed in that direction.
On the platform, Fang Plover saw the ragged and somewhat thin young man chasing after him in the darkness.
He shouted to them from below: "Sir, the Lord Protector is still behind. He is a good man. Please go and help him. He must not have had any trouble. Please!"
The opponent almost ran wildly in the heavy rain, and even fell down a few times, but he got up immediately and chased after him.
Fang Yu couldn't help but feel weak. As soon as he turned around, Aitila already understood what he meant. The elf girl rushed to the platform on the other side and threw a rope ladder down against the railing behind.
"Can you come up?"
Chris felt excited. He didn't expect these adults to be so easy to talk to. He nodded quickly. Although he was an alchemy apprentice, everyone was doing manual work in the lumberyard, so he still had some strength and ran away in one breath.
Come here, grab the swinging rope ladder and climb up.
Aitila gave him a hand and asked him to climb over the railing.
"Thank you, thank you," Chris blushed a little. He had never seen a forest elf, a lady who was much taller than him, in his life. Then he saw Fang Plover walking over, and he couldn't help but opened his mouth in surprise: "
Ah, sir, it’s you”
Fang Yu looked at Atila, and felt a sense of satisfaction that he was connected and like-minded. He didn't have a sister, but sometimes he really wanted to have a sister who could take care of him like the elf girl.
"Do you know me?" He looked at the young man who looked a little embarrassed and couldn't help but be curious. The other person looked like he knew him, but that shouldn't be the case. He had never been to this place before.
"Sir, I, I know you!" Chris looked very excited. "This is the Continental League. I have watched your game. You helped the Kapka Craftsmen Association defeat those hateful guys from the Guta Craftsmen Association."
There are not many entertainment activities in the lumberyard, but watching the live broadcast of the Continental League through the projection crystal is definitely the most important one. Although the old crystal has not been replaced for many years and the projection quality is extremely poor, everyone can still watch it.
Have to talk about it.
This year's competition was much duller than in previous years. That's why Chris had a deep memory of the young alchemist in front of him. Besides, such a young official alchemist as Elpaxin was rare even among those who were selected.
Bar.
Fang Plover's old face turned red.
He raised his head and happened to see Etila suppressing a smile. Naturally, his glorious deeds could not be hidden from the two people who participated in the game with him that day, and it was publicized through Parker's big mouth. Now he is already a famous figure in the team.
No one knows it, no one knows it.
Tianlan calls this: ‘Our captain’s glorious deeds.’ But the embarrassment is that no one has seen how glorious their captain is. It is said that only the noble daughter who watched the game in person that day knows about it.
But everyone knew about Sylvide's temperament. Whenever Tianlan asked about it out of curiosity, Fang Yu would see her smile mysteriously.
Then there is no more
To this day, Fang Plover himself still doesn't know how he was deceived by those hateful dwarves into participating in the Continental League, and then won the game without any clue.
He even couldn't help but wonder if there was something wrong with the minds of those Guta people who couldn't even defeat a newcomer. Where were they ranked?
The absurdity of this incident was once considered a joke within the team, to the point where even the steady elf girl couldn't help but smile after hearing it.
Just like what it looks like now.
Fang Yu comforted him with a red face: "...Don't worry, we will do our best to help."
Chris had never thought that Fang Plover could be so easy to talk to, and was stunned for a moment.
He has watched Fang Plover's games, so he naturally knows how powerful this young man is. In this year's Continental League, the Iron Oak Principality almost swept all the Kaolin-Ishulian teams to their knees, but this team was divided into three parts.
The only time the championship team in the division suffered a defeat was at the hands of this young man who appeared on the field for the first time.
He had always met those young top geniuses at the El Paxin Craftsmen Headquarters, whether they were aboriginal nobles or the new generation of selectors from the Grand Guild, they would not pay any attention to someone like him from
Yu Lin is the son of a lumber mill worker, and he has no talent in alchemy.
The nobles looked down on apprentices like them who were born from common people, while the new generation selectors of the guild had an even more indifferent attitude, not bothering to deal with them at all and just treating people like him as air.
Naturally, he didn't know Fang Yu's true origin, and subconsciously thought that the other party was also such a new generation genius. This was the first time that he met someone with such status and spoke to him in such a tone.
Chris couldn't help but feel moved in his heart, and he mustered up the courage to say: "Sir, I know where we separated from the Lord Protector, and I will take you to find him."
"No need." Fang Yu just shook his head: "You protect yourself."
Protect yourself? Chris was stunned for a moment, still thinking about what this sentence meant. He already saw Fang Plover walking forward in his field of vision, and at the same time stretched out his hand into the rain curtain.
There was a glimmer of light in the darkness in the distance, and a clockwork fairy parted the rain curtain and landed steadily in his hands.
Seeing the clockwork goblin, Chris couldn't recognize that it was the clockwork goblin that led them to escape from the siege of those dark creatures.
"Sir, you..." Chris was a little stunned: "You, are you a combat craftsman?"
Fang Yu looked at him strangely. "Yeah, what's the problem?"
"First of all, it was adults who were helping us before?"
"Absolutely. Actually, it doesn't help much." Fang Plover told the truth.
"But those walkers." Chris finally remembered that the alchemist he had vaguely seen on the platform seemed to be the young man in front of him.
What about the team of the El Pashin Craftsmen Association? What about the professional craftsmen?
Who controls those four fortress walkers?
He opened his mouth and wanted to ask something else, but there was no chance. Because a large fluorescent light suddenly appeared in the forest ahead, and Chris knew exactly what those things were. The souls flashed in the hollow eyes of the bones.
Fire, it was these terrible monsters that drove them all the way here.
Seeing these things, he no longer had the mind to think about anything else, and couldn't help but remind anxiously: "Sir, be careful over there, don't let them get close, there are archers among the undead."
Fang Plover nodded.
He walked up to the Papalar man, patted the latter on the shoulder, and pointed to him deep in the forest. "The last gear of the delayed fuse, bearing 32, three consecutive shots."
"Leave it to me!" Parker confidently opened the heavy crossbow, took out the narrow transparent crystal prism from the arrow case, and set the firing device below to the last gear.
Then he raised the heavy crossbow and aimed in that direction.
Fang Plover did not urge him. Although Parker was not very public on weekdays, he was at least a professional crossbowman. Fang Plover knew that he was sharper than the average person in judging distance, but when it came to choosing the right time to attack, he was not
Far inferior to a truly professional projector.
Attila pushed the still nervous young man into the room, and Chris turned around, just in time to see the Papalar man pull the trigger, then rotate the rocker to open the crossbow, load and then shoot, repeated three times in a row
.
He was still wondering what effect such shooting would have on those skeletons.
But about half a second later.
A flash of light suddenly exploded in the darkness in that direction, and the young man closed his eyes subconsciously, followed by a second and third flash of light in succession.
Then the roar and shock wave came from far away.
The rainwater was torn into a white wave, which swept through the forest with a brush, lifting the rain cloth on the back of the Gray Mountain Negative Mountain Beast, making a swishing sound. The huge sound made Chris feel like a lonely boat in the storm. He opened his mouth wide,
Open your eyes in disbelief.
In the field of vision, the strong wind blew the Papalar's hair back, which even looked a little funny.
Fang Plover stood behind Parker, holding the collar of his trench coat and robe with one hand to prevent it from being blown away, while the other hand was always raised to maintain contact with the walkers.
He seems to be observing the effect of the attack
After a moment, Chris heard Fang Plover continue to say: "Bearing sixty-two, increase the delay fuze by one level, and add three more shots."
"Bearing seventy-three, raise the delay fuze by one more gear and make another shot."
"Wait, we're running out of magic power!" Parker couldn't help shouting.
"Change to the magic storage crystal, sky blue!"
"Brother Ed, you'll be here soon!"
As soon as the roar of the explosion and the light of fire passed, sparse skeletons immediately appeared in the forest, but as soon as Fang Plover raised his hand, the walkers on the platform immediately pointed their guns in that direction.
This scene made Chris petrified on the spot
It’s not that he has never seen four controls in the El Paxin Artisans Association, but the four controls of the Pacers are at least level 20 and above, the domain of professional craftsmen. But is this possible for a 20th level craftsman who is sixteen or seventeen years old?
?
But regardless of whether it was possible or not, and regardless of whether the young man could accept it, Fang Pliance gave the order to shoot.
The fortress walkers once again started shooting like a storm, and the specially-made magic tracer bullets extended into the forest with four fire snakes. In Chris's eyes, it was like four flaming whips, and the previously arrogant people in its path were
The undead fell to the ground one after another.
Some of them were even beaten into the air, broken into two pieces in mid-air, and rolled back to the ground far away.
And Fang Plover kept the four walkers shooting in pairs, so that the fish that slipped through the net could not find the slightest chance to get close. What made Chris's eyes widen even more was that the fortress's ammunition capacity was only 130 rounds, and each
When the Walker type empties the ammunition chain, a clockwork goblin will fly from behind with a new ammunition chain.
The walker's loading machine seems to have been specially modified. As long as the clockwork fairy sinks down, the bullet chain can be connected to the walker structure with a click.
Then the clockwork fairy flew upwards again and flew back to the other side of the saddle bridge.
At this time, a cute female voice will report over there: "There are three more bullet belts, Brother Ed!" Even if the bullet change happens occasionally, a tall young man will run up from behind and help quickly with his hands and feet.
Clockwork Leprechaun corrects mistakes.
In this way, the four walkers almost guaranteed continuous shooting during the gap period of more than three minutes, blocking all the skeletons that tried to get closer from the fire net.
At the same moment, the Gray Ridge negative hill beast almost never stopped moving forward.
How many flexible constructs can the opponent control? Chris was left with a shocked thought in his mind. He had also learned the manipulation of flexible constructs, so he could naturally see that even when the Clockwork Goblin repeatedly reloaded the Walker constructs
, Fang Plover never gave up control of any of the four walkers.
However, the poor young man did not pay attention to the doll girl sitting motionless at the table in the room. The silver light flashing in the emerald green eyes, and the invisible light nets were extending along the back of the flow of etheric magic.
to the entire battlefield.
This is the first time in this era that the ability of the fairy user has been demonstrated by its owner.
Fang Yu even vaguely felt that the four walkers were not even his limit now.
"I've changed it!" Within a moment, Parker had replaced the new magic storage crystal.
"Aiming 90, the delay fuze is the shortest, four rounds rapid fire."
In the forest at night, the light of the explosion emerged again.
At this time, through the shining light of the fire, Chris finally saw that familiar figure.
"It's the Lord Protector!" He suddenly shouted in surprise: "Sir, I saw Mr. Dickert, he is okay!"
Naturally, Fang Plover had noticed the other party a long time ago. In fact, his clockwork goblin had been hovering over the elderly knight. In order to guide the other party, he had lost two clockwork goblins.
It almost broke his heart to death.
He then turned around and shouted to the other side of the saddle bridge: "Mr. Reid, it's up to you now!"