The flames flashed in the deep forest, and the sound of screaming was even more unexpected. A ranger beside the man tilted his body and flew out like a piece of wood. He rolled a few times before stopping, and a hole the size of a bowl opened on his right shoulder, blood was like a spring. The armor value of the dragon armor and the magical protection formed by the ether guide on it saved his life. But that's all, even if the healer pulled him up, the ranger lost his combat ability in a short time.
The dragon hunter looked at this scene mechanically. There was no real emotion in the cold and flickering red light. It pulled the pull rod back, turned the gun chamber, retreated the bullet, and loaded the needle. Since the Empire's 11th Magic Gun had not yet developed an air-guided structure, it seemed bulky and inefficient, but at this time it was full of a religious sense of ritual.
Fang Zhu did not attack the elemental force and the magician or even the healer at the first time, because he was looking for a chance to kill with one blow. The caster has a shield that takes effect, and the Nightingale has intuitive dodging, so the ranger is the best target. They use strong perception as their means of survival, but they are very fragile once they are not found.
The fallen ranger seemed to be an opportunity on the battlefield, and some people seized it. Although they couldn't tell where the attack came from, the leader of the Holy White Stone still pulled out his flying axe at that moment, turned around with all his strength, took out his axe blade and flew out toward the high ground.
He shouted, "Kill them!"
The axe blade hit the big shield of an iron guard in a loud bang, and cut deep into it. The iron guard staggered backwards. The order was like an offensive declaration. The rangers of the Holy White Stone Guild raised the bows in their hands and pulled the bowstrings. The bow arms made a sour sound. People aimed, took a deep breath, and then let go of their hands together, projecting a rain of arrows.
The black dots whizzing down in the air symbolize a reply - they had long disliked these people, and whether they could beat them or not, the motto of the candidates was to beat them. Isn't it just a life? Sometimes it is very 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 Yan and Zhao people.
There was no time to care about the back. The man was an experienced commander. The moment Fang Yu took action, he keenly found which side was the better opponent to deal with. He turned around and glared at the element hard. The latter also understood that he had caused trouble at this moment. He didn't seem to expect things to turn out like this, and he couldn't help but suffocate:
"Boss, I..."
"Shut up," the man interrupted him, "to deal with the people of the Holy White Stone first and defeat them."
At this time, the Twilight people showed their experienced side and did not require command. The guards have automatically formed a front. Most of them are Glenwo Grey Crow Guards, with the two attributes of "Gray Moon Guard" and "Orderful". Fighting side by side has a large bonus, and they can fully exert their strength in the front.
The large black shield connected into one piece was like a cold barrier under the illumination of the gray moon above the Glenwo wilderness. The ranger's arrow rain, which was too different from their level, seemed a little weak in front of the heavy iron guards. The arrows twitched against the iron wall and could not shake it at all.
The guards paused the shield to the ground, and opened the shield sideways one person between two sides, as if a door was opened on a barrier. The twilight ranger and the crossbow archer flashed out from it, raised their bows and shot. Arrows on both sides intersected in the air. Although there were a few black shadows, several people fell down in the middle of the Holy White Stone Guild after flying over.
Behind the Ranger and Crossbow Shooter, the agile profession, the nightingale and the two swordsmen came out one after another, running down the high ground like sharp arrows, shooting towards the position of the Holy White Stone Guild. "Stop them!" The leader of the Holy White Stone Union shouted when he saw this, and at the same time he led the way.
The Iron Guard immediately stepped out and formed a line of defense - but even if the more fight less, the people of the Holy White Stone Guild knew in their hearts that they dared not say that they were a victory.
Below the high ground, the great swordsman was wielding his giant sword to block the arrows of the Holy White Stone Guild. He was hit by at least two or three arrows, but it was not at all stuck between the thick chain armor.
The great swordsman laughed and gave a thumbs-down gesture to the people of the Holy White Stone with contempt, "Overbial power!" He took off another great sword from behind, held the sword in both hands, threw it hard, and swung the sword in his right hand towards the line of the Holy White Stone Guild.
The spiraling sword was like the blades of a windmill. In a blink of an eye, it flew from far to near. The guards raised their shields to block them, but the blade cut into their shields with huge force, splitting the shield into two, and hitting them.
The Iron Guard of the Holy White Stone collapsed out like a piece scattered from a machine, rolling down the ground - the giant sword continued to move forward, bringing down a group of people. The armor on the chest of the Iron Guard who was first caught in the sword curled and cracked, and rose blood and white light surged out of the hole. He opened his mouth wide, and he seemed to be unable to survive.
Time Reflected wiped the blood marks on his face, and turned around to look at his comrades who had fallen to the ground. He held the magic wand in his hand tightly, not feeling the fear of surviving the disaster, but rather anger.
He looked forward, and the commander turned around and took a breath: "Stay the front."
The latter's voice was not high, and he seemed to be sure whether this battle was in danger. But it was like a solemn stone statue, with calm eyes and straight body. No matter what the result was, he had made a decision. As for the others, it was left to the sword in his hand to decide.
The flames on the old tree man were extinguished. He was seriously injured and looked at the humans in front of him in silence, as if as the heart of the tree said, they were both integrity and greed, cowardice and courage, as if both good and evil were the same. They were accomplices of the demons the moment before, but the next moment they faced the strong enemy and spoke with their swords.
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Everyone had the only hope that the other half of the group at the entrance of the valley could arrive in time, but it seemed a little slim. So what was left was the unknown helper.
Just then, time was reflected and heard the familiar voice again.
That division like darkness—
It was a gunshot.
To be precise, it was the second gunshot.
The man soon realized that something was wrong and he might have made a wrong judgment. The firepower behind him was so strong that it was beyond his imagination. The bullet hit the shields that the magicians spread out and turned into golden rain of light. The scattered sparks were taking away the durability of the shield. The six-sided grid flashed with bright light, but it faded layer by layer.
The magicians screamed almost one after another:
"The attack power is so high!"
"I can't hold on anymore."
Two components with dark red light flashing on their heads took turns to shoot, advance, and slowly walked out of the forest. They almost didn't need time to load, and fired alternately, and white smoke advanced forward, mixed with golden flames. They were almost like two top gunmen, with a level of equal to theirs, or even higher, fighting them, and they were extremely calm and almost unaffected by the outside world.
"Stop them!" someone shouted.
But the magicians held up the staff in their hands and were helpless. Most of their spells were ineffective on the structure, and the mind system was completely destroyed. All spells and bytes related to the living body were useless. The limited series of spells that could produce effects were almost all from the hands of the elementals.
The elemental envoys tried acid rain, disintegrating rays, metal fatigue and etheric impact, but all spells were muddy until someone shouted in shock: "Advanced Demon Resistance!" This sentence seemed to have magic power, and at that moment everyone's spell was silent.
People's eyes couldn't help but turn to that man.
The man opened his mouth.
At this time, one component finally stopped. After a round of six shootings, it half-squatted on the ground and began to load the bullets. Although the other component was still firing, the number of bullets should not be large. But suddenly, two other dark red lights appeared in the forest. At that moment, the twilight people experienced the entire process of falling from heaven to hell.
Someone finally realized what it was: "Fighting Craftsman!" But the voice was chilling. What level of combat craftsmen in the forest were fighting them, and where did the opponent come from? Among them were combat craftsmen, and the alchemist reacted and released the clockwork goblin in a panic. For fighting craftsmen, it was much easier to find the other person's position than to solve the other person's component.
He released seventeen clockwork fairies in a row, and the golden light flying all over the sky was almost his limit. This scene seemed like a wonder to the people of the Holy White Stone below the high ground - there were no such high-level combat craftsmen in their guild, and they could not imagine who the other party was trying their best to deal with.
But the time seemed to have guessed it, and a ecstasy light flashed in his eyes, it was them who came!
The twilight combat craftsman raised his right hand and let the clockwork fairy rise into the air, but he did not control it carefully, and most of them were managed by the system's computing power. The golden clockwork fairy turned into glows and rushed towards the forest.
People looked up at the scene.
But few people noticed that the dragon hunters on the edge of the forest stopped; they seemed to hear a subtle, harsh buzzing sound at that moment, and people didn't realize where the sound came from at first, but until it became louder and clearer.
Fang Yu turned his wrist gently, and his eyes under the goggles flashed with a calm light - no matter how many times, Alice felt a little incredible every time she saw the other party's actions.
Although she knew that the other party was a hero who saved Fenris Island, he had killed a god-no, two. However, the other party's overly childish appearance and the dumb-melon who was always half a beat slow, these two completely different attributes were always filled with amazing and complex emotions.
The magic arrays shining with light in the forest are projecting silver components, which are shining together and hanging under the canopy of trees, like a galaxy in the dark.
When the golden clockwork flew over the woods, people saw a silver cloud rising from the canopy. God knew what the combat craftsman saw, and he almost screamed and almost threw his control gloves out.
The next moment, countless golden lights flashed out from the silver clouds, and the golden lights were very messy - but their number was dense enough, like a fire net, filtering through the golden clockwork fairies, once, twice, and three times. In fact, there are still fish that escaped the net, and the accuracy of the silver bee's shooting has always been criticized, let alone fighting a flexible target like the clockwork fairy.
But the twilight alchemist seemed to be frightened. He had never seen so many flexible structures, nor did he see a fiery fairy. Even though there were a few survivors, he still hit the tree head in a head with a drunken control, breaking into pieces and shattering.
The man turned his head, as if he wanted to ask something, but when he saw the desolate expression on the alchemist's face, he thought for a while and didn't ask. The magicians also realized that their opponents and their combat craftsmen were not on the same level, and they whispered:
"The Eye of the Mage."
"Predictory Technique."
They have to find out the other party. They are not good at dealing with the construct, but they are not afraid of the owner behind the construct.
But these magicians just raised the magic wand in their hands, but suddenly they couldn't put it down. The Eye of the Mage needs to create a Exploration barrier in that forest, and the Prediction Technique has similarities.
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It's like a black hole that absorbs all light.
If the indigenous wizards might have reacted at this moment, but these summoners were looking for memories in their shallow basic training, and after a while they showed a look of ghosts. They seemed to have finally remembered it, and described such enemies in the history of magic—
They took the mission of analyzing spells and delving into the essence of Ether. With the help of the power of ancient magic books, they had an extraordinary understanding of Ether. Their knowledge and power were passed down from generation to generation. Do not easily provoke them in the fields they are good at.
They are the voters of Angine's repentance, the masters of the Book of Magic, the darlings of knowledge, the masters of spells, and the naturalists.
"I've seen the ghost."
The magicians looked at each other and held up their magic wands. It was not right to retreat, nor did they not retreat.
The man also wanted to say that he had seen a ghost. It was rare for a high-level combat craftsman to come. Where did an orphan-professional naturalist come from? They were the mantis that caught cicadas, and where did the other party's oriole come from? But he finally remembered the warning he received not long ago - the naturalist, it turned out that they were these people, the reinforcements brought back by the nightingale.
He finally calmed down, turned around, and gestured to the two of them beside him.
If he hadn't wanted to protect the box, he would have wanted to meet the other party, but for now, he had to give it to himself two deputy. The three of them were the highest-level and strongest people in the team, and the only three members of the brigade in the team.
Things that magic cannot solve, just use a sword to speak.
The two of them lined up in the array, one left and one right apart, trying to get around the four dragon hunters at speed and insert them into the forest. The big cat man's silver-gray eyes reflected this scene - he gently shook his red mane, the rings on his mane whiskers jingled, grasped the hilt of the holy sword, and even had the time to pat the weak shoulders of the naturalist Miss beside him with another big claw.
He turned around and blinked at her: "Don't worry, you know, they're both strong and powerful."
Jita, who had a stern face and didn't dare to let out an extra breath, took a light breath, nodded, as if he was really relaxed.
The big cat man then took a step forward, and was about to stretch out his claws and release the sacred barrier to block a nightingale and a double swordsman rushing over. But it was at this moment that everyone heard a cold, crisp cry from one side:
“Utn's Oiamuns! (Ancient Ta: Divine Virtue!)”
A silver barrier spread from the edge of the forest, like the light of dawn, the faint fire of the morning light, like a diffuse ripples, swept across the distance. The nightingale and the two swordsmen saw this scene and shouted and retreated: "Sword of Heaven, Knight Oli!"
"It's her!"
The man's face also changed drastically, as if he had met the most difficult opponent.
And the cold and crisp tone in the forest also changed again: "Oigmu Kaste! (Ancient Ta: in the name of honor!)"
The silver flame turned into a sharp sword, like the hilt of the kingdom of heaven, holding the hand of the arbiter, and swept forward. At that moment, the iron guards of the Twilight Guild turned around, raised their shields, protecting the caster, and blocking the silver flame.
But the girl's cold voice shouted: "Vaen'Luam Roh'vk, Meus Roh'vk——(The ancient proverb: the more enemies, the stronger I am——)"
The silver flame suddenly became a little brighter, like the Lord's spear. The scene that happened before, now a change of object happened to the people of the Twilight Guild. The guards flew out and fell all over the floor.
The light weakened, and then a few people saw a short lady walking out of the forest there.
A snow-silver armor shone brightly, and the petal-like plate-armored skirt set off the lace-edged battle skirt below. Below was a pair of beautiful little boots. She held a war halberd in both hands and walked out of the forest - a double-headed griffin was carved on the small chest, and the roses on the shoulder armor were blooming like buds, blooming in pieces.
It was a Paparal girl, but Fang Zhu had never seen such a delicate and proud Paparal girl. Compared with Parker, the girl turned around and said calmly in their direction:
"Friends, I don't know who you are, but I'm lucky to fight side by side with you. Now let your structure move, I'll cover your attack, and we will punish these evildoers together!"
Fang Rong could see at a glance that the girl was a summoner, but he had never seen such a summoner who spoke in a stern manner. This was the real paladin, and it was also one heaven and one earth compared to the Big Cat Man. He couldn't help but glance at the Lion Man Paladin beside him, who had already inserted his sword and shrugged at him.
"I know her." The big cat man said, squinted.
"I'll talk about this later."
Fang Yu raised his head and replied in that direction: "Madam, thank you very much - but it's not them that you want to cover up."
The Paparal girl looked at this direction unexpectedly. The four dragon hunters seemed very powerful to her, but she did not have enough attacks and had enough defense. The cooperation between the two sides could play the greatest role.
But Fang Yu didn't care about her surprise. He looked at the direction of the Twilight Guild and gently placed his hand on the information crystal. If there were no such unexpected factors, he actually had to use this move, otherwise it would be difficult to defeat the other party with just four dragon hunters.
So in the somewhat surprised gaze of the Paparal girl, a heavy, knight-like structure, holding a spear, slowly walked out of the flashing light gate, and appeared one by one on the edge of the forest.
She started counting gently, but when counting behind, her beautiful eyes couldn't help but widen.
She said softly, "I seem to have done something extravagant, Your Excellency."
"That's not enough." Fang Yu smiled and replied.
These things look a lot, but they are not that powerful.
Unfortunately, the people in the Twilight Guild don't know this.
They were looking at the twenty-three tall structures appearing on the edge of the forest with a look of ghosts. The man's mind felt a little confused for the first time - they were just here to gain a desire to respect the mountains, and who did this provoke?
He suddenly couldn't imagine what level of combat craftsmen in the forest existed.
"Boss..." The dusk man had the intention to retreat for the first time.
But the men vaguely felt that they might not be able to leave.
Chapter completed!