The flames flickered in the deep forest, and the sound of the screaming was even more unexpected, and a ranger beside the man was crooked and flew out like a piece of wood. He rolled a few times before stopping, a hole the size of a bowl in his right shoulder, blood gushing out, and the magical protection of the dragon leather armor and the aetheric guide on it saved his life. But that's all, even if the healer pulls him up, the ranger loses his combat ability for a short time.

The dragon hunter watched this scene mechanically, there was no real emotion in the cold flickering red light, it pulled the lever back, turned the chamber, withdrew the bullet, and loaded the firing pin, because the Imperial Eleven-type magic guide gun had not yet developed an air-guided structure, it seemed cumbersome and inefficient, but at this time it was full of a religious sense of ritual.

Fang Plover didn't attack the Elemental Wizard or even the Healer in the first place, as he was looking for a chance to kill him with one hit. The caster has a stable shield, and the Nightingale has an intuitive evasion, so the Ranger is the best target. They rely on their strong perception as a means of survival, but they are vulnerable if they do not detect an enemy.

The fallen Ranger was like an opportunity on the battlefield, and someone seized it. Although it was impossible to tell where the attack was coming from, the leader of the Holy White Stone drew his throwing axe at that moment, turned around with all his might, took the blade out of his hand, and threw it into the high ground in a whirlwind.

He let out a cry: "Kill them!" ”

The blade of the axe slammed into the shield of one of the Iron Guards with a loud thud, slicing deep into it, and the Iron Guard stumbled backwards. The call was like a declaration of attack, and the rangers of the White Stone Guild raised their bows and pulled their bowstrings—the bows made a tooth-aching sound, and the people took aim, took a deep breath, and then released their hands in unison, and threw a rain of arrows through.

The black dots whistling down in mid-air symbolized a reply—they had seen that these people were not pleasing to the eye, whether they could beat them or not, but the motto of the Electors was to beat them again. Isn't it just a life, sometimes it is expensive, but sometimes it has to give way to other purposes - this purpose can be full of benefits and calculations, but it can also be pure and direct, with a kind of Yan Zhao people's spirit.

It was too late to care about the back, that man was an experienced commander, and the moment Fang Yu made a move, he keenly detected which side was the better opponent to deal with. He turned around first and glared fiercely at the elemental envoy - the latter also knew at this moment that he was in trouble, he didn't seem to expect things to turn out like this, and involuntarily choked:

"Boss, I'm ......"

"Shut up," the man interrupted, "deal with the people of the White Stone first, and defeat them." ”

The people of Twilight showed their experienced side at this time, and they didn't need to be commanded, the Iron Guards had already formed a line of automatics, they were mostly Glenwald Raven Guards, with the two attributes of 'Guardian of the Gray Moon' and 'Orderly', and fighting side by side had a lot of bonuses, which could give full play to the strength of the front.

The large black shields formed a cold barrier as if under the light of the gray moon above the Glenwald Wilderness, and the round of arrows of the rangers of the Holy White Stone, who was too different in their ranks, looked a little weak in front of the heavily armed iron guards, and the clanging of arrows against the iron wall could not shake it in the slightest.

The guards threw their shields to the ground, and between the two and so on, one person opened his shield to the side, like a door opening on a rampart. The twilight ranger and the crossbow archer dodged out of it, raised their bows and fired, and the arrows of both sides staggered in mid-air, although there were a few black shadows, but after flying over, several people fell in the Holy White Stone Guild.

Behind the ranger and the crossbow archer, the Min profession, the nightingale and the twin swordsman rushed out like sharp arrows and shot down the high ground and shot at the position of the Holy White Stone Guild. "Stop them!" Seeing this, the leader of the Holy White Stone Guild shouted, and at the same time took the lead to stop him.

The Iron Guards immediately lined up and formed a line of defense—but even if they fought more and less, the people of the Holy White Stone Guild knew in their hearts that they would not dare to say that they would win.

Beneath the heights, the Great Swordsman was wielding his giant sword to block the arrows of the Holy White Stone Guild, and he had been hit by at least two or three arrows, but they were stuck between the heavy chain mail.

The Great Swordsman laughed and made a thumbs-up gesture to the people of the Holy White Stone with contempt, "Don't do it yourself! He removed another great sword from behind him, held it in both hands, and threw it hard, slashing the sword in his right hand towards the front of the Holy White Stone Guild.

Like the blades of a windmill, the swirling sword flew in front of them from far and near in an instant, and the guards raised their shields to block, but the blades of the swords sliced into their shields with great force, splitting them in two and slamming them into them.

The Iron Guard of the White Stone flew out like scattered parts of a machine, rolling to the ground—the greatsword continuing forward, bringing down a crowd of men. The armor on the chest of the first to be struck by the sword was curled and cracked, and rose-colored blood and white light poured out of the mouth, and he opened his mouth wide, and he couldn't live.

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 his heart was not filled with fear for the rest of his life, but anger.

He looked ahead, and the regimental commander was turning around and took a breath: "Maintain the front." ”

The latter's voice was not high, and he did not seem to be sure whether the battle was more than auspicious. But it was like a solemn stone statue, with an indifferent gaze and a straight body, and no matter what the outcome was, it had already made a decision—as for the rest, it was up to the sword in his hand to decide—

The flames on the old treeman had been extinguished, and the seriously injured man looked at the human in front of him in silence, as if as the heart of the tree said, there was both integrity and greed, cowardice and bravery, as if good and evil were all right, they were accomplices of the devil one moment, but the next moment they faced a strong enemy and fought with a sword.

The Chosen are a complex group of creatures.

There was only one hope that the other half of Taniguchi's regiment would arrive in time, but it seemed a little slim. Then the rest is the unknown helper.

It was then that Time Reflection heard the familiar voice once more.

It's like a dark division—

It was a gunshot.

The second gunshot, to be exact.

The man quickly realized that something was wrong and that he might have made a wrong judgment. The firepower from behind him was more powerful than he could have imagined, and the bullets struck the shields stretched out by the magicians and turned into a golden rain of light, flying sparks were taking away the durability of the shields, and the hexagonal grid shimmered brightly, but the layers faded.

The sorcerers screamed almost one after another:

"The attack power is so high!"

"I can't hold it anymore."

The two structures with glowing dark red heads took turns firing and moving forward, slowly exiting the forest, barely needing time to reload, firing alternately, white smoke advancing with golden flames. It's almost like two top-notch guns, equal to theirs, or even higher, fighting them, and they're so calm that they're barely affected by the outside world—

"Stop them!" Someone shouted.

But the magicians raised their staffs in their hands, helpless. Most of their spells were ineffective against the constructs, and the psychic system was wiped out, but all the spells and bytes related to the living body were useless, and the limited number of spells that could produce effect were almost all from the hands of the elemental envoys.

The Elemental Envoys tried acid rain, disintegration rays, metal fatigue, and aether shock, but all spells were muddy until someone shouted in horror: "High Magic Resistance!" This sentence seemed to have magical power, and at that moment everyone was dumbfounded.

People's eyes couldn't help but turn to the man.

The man opened his mouth.

At this point, one of the constructs finally stopped, and after a round of six shots, it half-crouched on the ground and began to reload. The other construct is still firing, but it shouldn't have a lot of ammunition. Suddenly, two other dark red rays appeared in the forest. At that moment, the people of twilight experienced the whole process of falling from heaven to hell.

Someone finally reacted to what it was: "Combat Craftsman!" But the voice was chilling, what level of combat artisans were fighting them in the forest, and where did the opponents come from? Among them was the Battle Craftsman, the alchemist reacted and panicked and released a goblin. It's much easier to figure out the opponent's location when you're battling the Combat Tinkerer than it is to deal with the opponent's construct.

He released seventeen clockwork goblins in a row, and the golden light flying in the sky was almost his limit. This scene seemed like a spectacle to the people of the Holy White Stone below the heights - they didn't have such a high-level combat craftsman in their guild, and they couldn't imagine who the other party was going to deal with with with all their might.

But the reflection of time seemed to have guessed, and a flash of ecstasy flashed in his eyes, it was them who came!

Twilight's battle craftsman raised his right hand and sent the clockwork elf into the air, but he didn't control it very finely, and more than half of it was hosted by the system's computing power. The golden clockwork elf turned into a glow and swooped down towards the forest.

People looked up at the scene.

But few people noticed that the dragon hunters at the edge of the forest stopped; They seemed to hear a small, piercing hum at that moment, and at first people didn't realize where the sound was coming from, but until it grew louder and clearer.

Fang Yu turned his wrist slightly, and his gaze under the goggles flashed with a calm light—no matter how many times, every time Alice saw the other party do this, she felt a little incredible.

Although she knew that the other party was the hero who had saved Fenris, he had killed one god - no, two. But the other party's overly childish appearance and the stupid reaction that is always slow, these two completely different attributes are mixed together, which is always full of amazement and complex emotions.

The shimmering circles in the forest are projecting silver constructs, which reflect each other, hanging under the canopy of the trees, like a galaxy in the darkness.

As the golden clockwork elf flew over the trees, a silver cloud was seen rising from the canopy, and God knows what the battle craftsman saw, he almost screamed and nearly threw his control gloves out.

The next moment there was a myriad of golden lights flickering through the silver clouds, and they were very chaotic—but they were dense enough that they were like a web of fire, filtering through the golden clockwork elves, once, twice, three times. In fact, there are still fish that slip through the net, and the accuracy of the Silver Bee's shooting has always been criticized, let alone against a nimble target like the Clockwork Elf.

But the twilight alchemist was as frightened as he was stupid, he had never seen so many flexible constructs, let alone firing constructs, and even a few survivors, but under his drunken manipulation, he crashed headlong into the tree, shattering and shattering.

The man turned his head as if to ask something, but seeing the dejected look on the alchemist's face, he thought for a moment and didn't ask. The mages also realized that their opponents were not on the same level as their battle craftsmen at all, and they whispered to each other:

"Mage's Eye."

"Foresight."

They are not good at dealing with the construct, but they are not afraid of the owner behind the construct.

It's just that these magicians have just raised the magic wand in their hands, and suddenly they can't put it down. The Mage's Eye needed to create a Discovery Enchantment in the middle of the forest, and Foresight worked in much the same way.

But they didn't feel the flow of the aether in the forest in the wand they raised—it was like a magical desperation, a spectacle in the aetheric world, empty, deprived of the power of the aether, the elements, the matter, and even the incantation.

It's like a black hole that absorbs all light.

If it was the natives, the magicians might have reacted at this moment, but these Electors searched for memories in their shallow basic training, and it took a while for them to look like ghosts. They seem to have finally remembered that there was a kind of enemy described in the history of magic—

They have a vocation to parse spells and delve into the power of the essence of the ether, and with the help of the power of the ancient magic books, they have an understanding of the ether beyond ordinary people, and their knowledge and power have been passed down from generation to generation, so don't easily provoke them in the field they are good at.

They are Angie's approving voters, masters of the Book of Magic, darlings of knowledge, masters of spells, and naturalists.

"Hell yes."

The magicians looked at each other, holding their wands, retreating and not, not retreating.

The man also wanted to say that he had seen the hell, a high-level combat craftsman was a rarity, and where did an orphan professional naturalist come from, they were praying mantis catching cicadas, and where did the yellow finch of the other party come from? But he finally remembered the warning he had received not long ago—the naturalists, who turned out to be these people, the rescuers brought back by the nightingale.

He finally calmed down, turned around, and gestured to the two beside him.

If it weren't for the protection of the box, he would also want to meet the other party, but for now, he had to hand it over to his two deputies. The three of them were the highest-ranking and strongest people in the team, and they were the only three brigade members in the team.

What magic can't solve, use the sword to speak.

The two of them lined up side by side, one left and one right, trying to use their speed to bypass the four dragon hunters and plunge into the forest. The big catman's silver-gray eyes reflected the scene—he shook his crimson mane slightly, the rings on his mane jingled, he shook the hilt of the holy sword, and even had time to pat the weak shoulder of the naturalist lady with his other large paw.

He turned around and winked at her, "Don't worry, you know, they're on the outside." ”

Ji Ta, who didn't dare to take an extra bite with a small face, took a breath lightly and nodded, as if she was really relaxed.

The big cat man took a step forward, and was about to stretch out his claws to release the sacred barrier forward, blocking a nightingale and a twin swordsman who rushed over. But it was at this time that everyone heard a cold, crisp cry coming from one side:

“Utn's Oiamuns！ (Guta: Divine Virtue!) ）”

A silver barrier spread out from the edge of the forest, like the light of dawn, the glow of the morning fire, it swept into the distance like a spreading ripple. The nightingale and the twin swordsmen saw this and retreated: "Sword of Heaven, Knight of Ori! ”

"It's her!"

The man's face also changed drastically, as if he had met the most difficult opponent.

Once again, the cold, crisp tone of the forest changed: "Oigmu Kaste! (Guta: In the name of honor!) ）”

The silver flame turned into a sharp sword, like the hilt of a heavenly sword, and it swept forward in the hand of the arbiter. At that moment, the iron guards of the Twilight Guild turned around with a drastic change in their faces, and raised their large shields to protect the caster in front of the spellcaster, blocking the silver flame.

But the girl's cold voice shouted: "Vaen 'Luam Roh'vk, Meus Roh'vk—(Guta proverb: the more the enemy, the stronger I am)."

The silver flame suddenly brightened a little, like the Lord's spear, the scene that had happened before, and now it happened to the people of the Twilight Guild with a different object, and the guards flew out one after another and fell to the ground.

The light faded, and then they saw a short lady walk out of the forest over there.

Dressed in snow-silver armor that shimmered brightly, and a petal-like plate skirt set off the lace-trimmed battle skirt below, and below was a pair of beautiful little boots, and she stepped out of the forest with a halberd in both hands—a two-headed griffon carved on its small chest, and the roses on the shoulder armor bloomed like buds.

It was a Paparal girl, but Fang Yu had never seen such a delicate and arrogant Paparal girl, compared to Parker, it was simply a heaven and earth. The girl turned back and calmly said in their direction:

"Friends, I don't know who you are, but I'm honored to fight alongside you. Now get your constructs moving, I'll cover your attacks, and we'll punish these villains together! ”

Fang Yu could see at a glance that this girl was a Caller, but he had never seen such a Caller who spoke so calmly, this was the real Paladin, and compared to the big cat man, it was also a heaven and a place. 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 squinted his eyes and said.

"I'll talk about that later."

Fang Plover raised his head and replied in that direction, "Ma'am, thank you very much—but it's not them that you have to cover. ”

The Paparal girl looked in this direction with some surprise, the four dragon hunters seemed to her to be very powerful, and her own attack was insufficient, and her defense was more than enough, and the cooperation of the two sides could play the greatest role.

It's just that Fang Yu didn't care about her surprise, he looked at the direction of the Twilight Guild and gently put his hand on the information crystal. If there was no such unexpected factor, he would actually have to use this trick, otherwise it would be really difficult to defeat the other party with just four dragon hunters.

And so, under the somewhat astonished gaze of the Paparal maiden, a heavy, spear-wielding, knight-like construct slowly emerged from the flickering light gates, and appeared one by one at the edge of the forest.

She was still counting gently at first, but when she got to the end, her pretty eyes couldn't help but widen.

She said very politely, softly, "I seem to have gone too far, Your Excellency." ”

"I can't say that." Fang Yu smiled and replied.

These things seem like a lot, but they're not that powerful.

It's a pity that the people of the Twilight Guild don't know this.

They were looking at the twenty-three tall structures that appeared at the edge of the forest with a look of ghostly hue. For the first time, the man's mind felt a little confused—they had just come to get a mountain heart, and what was this provoking?

He suddenly couldn't figure out what level of existence the combat craftsmen in the forest were.

For the first time, the "boss...... twilight man gave birth to a retreat.

But the man had a vague feeling that they might not be able to leave.

……