In the end, the Silver Weislan's man sent two makeup artists, not one.
Although Fang Yu couldn't figure out where the silver Weislan was making a fuss, the cold-eyed makeup artist lady gave the order, and for some reason, Xie Sita took the initiative to press him to death in her position.
Fang Ling immediately realized that it must be the order of a certain ship officer. He had little arms and legs, and it was impossible for him to have any luck under the suppression of the maid.
He had to look at the makeup artist in front of him with a strange look, and the other party carefully held his forehead with one hand, held the eyebrow pencil and hooked his eyebrows, and frowned slightly, reminding him: "Be serious, don't be like a child."
Fang Yu was startled and quickly stopped his expression, and sat upright as if he was conditioned. But then he remembered that he was on his own boat, and the other party was not Miss Atila, so what was he afraid of?
Tianlan, Ai Xiaoxiao and the two girls who saw this scene were already hugging each other and laughing into a ball, even with tears in their eyes. Fang Yu glared at the two of them angrily before he was about to refute.
But the makeup artist first pressed his forehead lightly, blocked Fang Yu's words to his mouth and then looked around. The other party looked at him and showed a satisfied look:
"The foundation is actually pretty good. If you make a little touch, it should be quite liked by girls. If you design your personal image well, there will be many female fans."
Fang Rong was confused by this - what did he want that thing to do?
"Learning personal image management is also a part of becoming a star recruiter." In the projection on the side, Bai Xue pressed her hand against her chin and commented on him: "At this point, don't you still think about being low-key?"
"Fantasy." Fang Zhu said angrily.
The makeup artist took a mirror and asked him to take a look. Fang Rong saw that his image in the mirror had indeed improved a lot - of course he thought it was good at first - then he calmed down some dissatisfaction and said:
"For some reason, I don't think you have live broadcast tasks like you. What are you doing in this battle?"
"Of course it's a hero?"
Bai Xue rolled her eyes: "Or what do you think?"
"What?"
At this time, a low cry came from afar.
Fang Yu's attention was immediately attracted and looked in that direction.
Silvede walked out of the captain's room, and another makeup artist followed her. Even Xie Shita couldn't help but be slightly stunned when she saw her lady's appearance at this moment. Fang Yu even opened her mouth wide and looked in that direction, blinking for a moment, thinking that she had recognized the wrong person.
Is that still my own shipmaster?
Fang Yu almost thought that he had seen a bright moon in the sky, making everything around him pale, like a firefly-
It seemed like a quiet moonlight, pouring on the silver forest. Between the bushes, a quiet princess fell asleep, and pure roses grew from the sharp spikes, drooping eyelids, and gently trembling eyelashes.
On weekdays, the ship's servant's appearance is as beautiful as a god, but now his eyes are brighter and brighter as the moonlight. Every frown and smile is touching.
She looked at Fang Zhu and smiled slightly, her affectionate gaze seemed to brighten the whole world. So there were birds singing and flowers singing in the dark forest, the stream flowing gurgling, and the quiet moonlight wandered between the woods, reflecting the elegant stag and the slender branches standing with her companion.
Fang Yu swallowed a mouthful of saliva and quickly wiped it with red face. Fortunately, it didn't flow out, and no one saw his movements. Even Bai Xue was stunned. She was a woman herself, but she was still moved. She quickly pressed her heart with her hand, almost thinking that she had a problem with her sexual orientation like that woman.
But fortunately, everything is just an illusion.
Bai Xue pressed her heart hard to calm her pounding heart down. She glanced at Fang Zhuan next to her with a complicated expression, thinking that many people would envy his luck in the future.
The makeup artist next to Fang Rong walked over, said a few words to his assistant, then looked at Silvede as if he was appreciating a work of art, and whispered to her: "It's very good. You will stand behind him later, but don't surpass him, do you understand?"
Silvede glanced at this direction, blinked his long eyelashes playfully, and nodded with a clever smile.
"Even I was a little moved." The makeup artist sighed.
But this is just a pre-war episode.
From Charter City to Alton, the callers on the ground were gathering in small groups, and large swaths of snow were floating in the sky. They passed through the knee-deep snow, through the forest, and gradually gathered into huge teams.
The starry night is about to pass, dawn is already ahead, and the deep purple sky is faintly revealed between the branches of the trees. The members of the North Scream Guild who passes through the woods are tilting their heads and staring at the curved sky in their sight. Silver sails are rushing out of the clouds, cutting through the night, like three torrents, converging forward.
The red lights that flashed and disappeared were like three flowing rivers of light in the darkness. They were clearly separated and listed three horizontal formations.
It was like the holy sword in Marland's hand, the lady of War led the sword forward and pointed out the direction for her soldiers. The sword blade with cold light separated the darkness and split a faint white line in the horizon.
There is silent in the darkness, and the light of dawn reflects into everyone's eyes. The white mist rising as people breathe is connected into one. The light reflected in the depths of the dark pupils, like the end of a deep tunnel, the light of hope seen.
There is the end of the forest, ahead of it is an endless snow field, crossing the ruins of Charter City, fertile fields and wetlands, and ahead is the place of decisive battle; the fortifications on the horizon are the defense line of the Crow Claw Temple, which was originally used to fight against the dragon beast, and now stands in front of the caller - flying flags, roaring in the wind, and on the black background, there are gray ravens. The army of the gray knights is mobilizing, with spears like forests and strong shields like walls.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content later! The callers stopped, and many banners appeared on the edge of the forest, one side next to the other, different colors, different symbols and emblems. They come from different alliances, guilds, groups and teams, and even individuals.
People were breathing gently, and the intertwined white mist seemed to weave a fog net. They untied their cloaks and then pulled out their weapons. A unified public channel was established, and more and more people joined. The list on the communication bar kept scrolling downward, and the scroll bar gradually became thinner into a line.
People with command ability, talent and skills automatically access the military channel and are highlighted as commanders in different regions, middle and lower-level non-commissioned officers and backbones, commanders and captains of the forward reconnaissance team. The list was collected in a row, and twelve columns, hundreds of teams, and thousands of combat teams were divided into twelve columns, hundreds of teams, and thousands of combat teams.
People automatically enter their channel, report to the nearest commander, and connect to the command system to obtain team gains. Rangers and magicians are gathered together to form several strike groups. Although there is silence on the battlefield, the two sides in the battle are actually ready.
The war is about to break out.
Fang Yu put away the Qianli Mile Mile Mile. The stars and lights of fire in the dark have divided several areas. The sky is getting brighter bit by bit, and the snow field is gradually becoming clear, dyed with a light blue.
It was just that the vast distance on the ground seemed extremely narrow from the sky. The defense line of the Crow Claw Temple seemed to be separated from the forest where the summoners were, close to each other. As long as you cross that line of defense, there was the Traveler's Swamp behind it.
The Crow Claw Temple built three lines of defense based on this. The one that is the most solid at the moment was originally used to fight against the dragon beast army, but the commanders of Elpaxin's army on this line of defense were now controlled by the Shadowman, causing the entire army to fall to the side of the Dark Saints.
After crossing this line of defense, the second line of defense established by several villages and fortresses in the north of Elpahin is much weaker. As long as they break through the first line of defense, the second line of defense is no problem. At best, the Crow Claw Temple can only use this line of defense to delay the time of the summoners.
Further ahead, there was the city of Elpahin, where their main enemies were the Gray Knights who remained in the city, the City Guards, and even the Silver Wind Knights with unknown attitudes.
The combat plan has been issued to everyone through the command channel.
"There are two film crews that arrived at the battlefield first, but the number is smaller than we expected, roughly equivalent to ours."
"But this is only a very small part of their fleets over the North At this moment, and their main flagships have not been observed. They should be of the nature of the vanguard fleet."
“Our mission is very simple…”
"The goal is to approach Elpaxin, so the focus of the battle is always to cover the advancement on the ground."
"We must hold the huge fleet of Shadowmen, so that they have no time to care for and cannot support the battle on the ground."
"But long-term fight is not good for us. We must start and end the battle as soon as possible, form a local advantage before the opponent's reinforcements arrive, and force the opponent to turn this air battle into a classic tactic of fueling."
"The Shadowman's floating ship has strong firepower. The best choice for us to fight with them is melee combat. Using the main fleet as a cover, break into its defense line and engage in hand-to-hand combat with the opponent--"
"Of course, the next battle will be quite difficult, but we have to do it."
Bai Xue's projection in the communication crystal looked at everyone.
There was silence in the communication channel. Although the combat plan did not sound complicated, no one could have an accurate answer in his mind.
Of course, Fang Ling also learned now that not every person has the power he had seen when he was in Xia Jingao Tower, and it was related to their possessed souls.
And according to Star, there are not many real shadow people. They are used to controlling constructs to fight, and they sound more like a population of alchemists.
But even so, they have no absolute advantage - their only advantage lies in the elite reserve brigade of Silver Forest Spear, Silver Weislan and Jeffleet Red Team.
There are two silver forest spears, three silver Weslan, plus two of the Jeffrett Red Team, a total of seven reserve brigades, and the elite men selected from the major guilds can gather a considerable force.
Nearly ten brigade battle groups, almost hundreds of elite Aitalia's first-line elite recruits, were indeed an invincible sword in hand-to-hand combat.
But platoon battles are also the most cruel way of fighting above the air and sea. Although it is efficient, the casualty rate is also astonishingly high.
Even if they can win once, how can they win again and again?
Faced with the continuous reinforcements, even the three major guilds of Silver Forest Spear and Silver Weislan were at all costs, even regardless of the losses of their elite brigades, no matter how sharp the sword blade was, it would finally break.
It sounds more like a desperate charge, a race against time.
How long can they last?
No one can give an answer.
But people only understand one thing, that is, they must persist, because once the battles above the sky are decided, the shadow man's fleet will unscrupulously kill the summoners on the ground.
In the midst of silence, Bai Xue asked softly:
"Do you all understand?"
Everyone nodded without hesitation.
The fleet is unfolding-
The fleet of silver Weislan and the Silver Forest Spear spread out into a huge array like fish scales on the dizzy sky.
The sailboats exposed their sides one after another, and in the black muzzles, the fleet of Shadowmen sprayed out angry flames in one step. The glory of magic also lit up the last night at that moment.
The sound like rolling thunder made the callers on the ground raise their heads and watch what was happening in the air - a huge trident, the one that rushed in the front was the silver Weislan fleet.
The interlaced flames, golden and green lights flashed over the light purple sky, occasionally passing through the clouds, like falling meteor showers.
From time to time, dazzling fires burst out from above the clouds, and light spots were distributed at both ends of the sky. During the first round of firefighting, the shadow man and the silver Weislan sailboat were shot and caught fire.
In the eyes of those on the ground, the commander of the silver Weslan side was undoubtedly a bit clumsy, because the silver wind ship neither occupied a favorable position nor even tried to seize the upper hand of the Shadowman fleet...
They just rushed straight towards the huge crack, catching the dense fire of each other, as if they were trying to block the Shadowman's fleet.
But they perfectly obscured the front of the Shadowman fleet.
At both ends of the clouds, people finally saw the two golden threads passing through the clouds. The tips of the other two spears of the trident were approaching quickly towards the wings of the Shadowman fleet.
The flash and extinguishing were the sailing lights hanging on the bow of the ship.
The summoners watched the scene in amazement.
They seemed to have traveled through the vast time, standing on the turbulent sea, staring at the silver sail wall in Trafalgar centuries ago.
The fleet was forming two arrows with an indomitable momentum, rushing straight towards the French army's main fleet, which formed a horizontal formation.
That is the reappearance of history.
They want to cut off the fleet of the filmmakers from it—
The commander was simply crazy.
But that was unparalleled courage.
Two sharp knives were directly inserted into the array of the Shadowman Fleet.
Everyone who watched this scene was filled with unrestrained emotions in their hearts. The bone-bone ice wind in the north was hard to soothe their boiling blood.
At the edge of the forest, the commanders stopped and looked at each other. It was this moment. It was their best time to launch an attack. No need to wait anymore, they could no longer waste every minute and every second they fought for them.
The messenger raised his horn.
Every scratch on the trombone of the horns covered with vicissitudes came from unknown battles. They had fought against changing enemies on the battlefield in the northern border, and their allies today, perhaps tomorrow's enemies.
But how can the struggle for power and profit and disputes with one's own people be comparable to the common emotions in everyone's hearts at this moment? That is the battle that truly belongs to them. After this battle, everyone will no longer be unknown.
The long sound of the horn penetrates into the sky.
Everyone in the live broadcast room held their breath—
They silently looked at the lines of words that appeared in the barrage, telling them an ancient story of the past, as if the past of the disaster had been brought before time.
Aitalia is no longer the peaceful and quiet world of the past. This star door that opened to mankind is now conveying a true message to everyone.
Disaster will quietly sweep everything, and all the beauty they know in this world will be turned into ashes in the sea of ​​fire. Can they watch all this happen?
Su Changfeng asked the wandering horse to give everyone a choice.
But the result of the choice has actually been born.
When people look at the two bright golden lines in the clouds, stabbing the shadowmen's fleet, listen to the melodious long horn sounds, echoing over the battlefield.
The shining banner, with the belief and kindness in the hearts of the people, has long linked the fate of the two worlds.
Above the Qihai Traveler's name—
Fang Zhu looked at the surging waves on the ground and felt inexplicably excited for a moment. The selfishness of the candidates might have disappeared at this moment.
Human beings may have various shortcomings, but they can eventually unite, and everything from the past is not impossible to reproduce. He raised his head, the ice wind and cold rain passed through the side of the ship, blowing his hair, and the dark clouds in front of him were getting closer and closer.
On his left and right wings was the fleet of the Jeffrett Red Team. They used to be enemies, but at this moment they chose to fight side by side.
"Ed."
"Be careful, they might be firing at us."
Baggins put his hand on his shoulder.
Fang Zhu looked at the thorns extending across the dark hull that were coming from his own field of vision, and the shadow man's floating ship was almost clearly visible.
A shadow had floated over their heads. Fang Zhu subconsciously looked up and found that a Jeffrett Red-clothed sailboat had surpassed them.
He first met the Shadowman's fleet.
Chapter completed!