Fang Plover kept switching between the images in his field of vision, rain and leaves in the dark, and because he didn't have night vision, he made the clockwork fairy fly very low. And soon, he saw the picture he wanted.

A blinding bolt of lightning was descending from the distant sky, connecting the clouds above and the forest below, and brightening the whole world.

In the rain curtain of the waves, several panicked faces came into his eyes—twenty or thirty people, fleeing forward, and constantly looking backwards. They moved forward over the bushes in the pouring rain, and then the light faded, and everything fell silent again, so that only the sound of rain was left in the darkness.

Fang Yu was slightly stunned, these people he saw were unarmed, and the clothes on their bodies didn't look like adventurers, but more like local aborigines. These people are not so much rushing for their own group as they are afraid of and running away from something.

"What's going on?"

With a slight movement in his heart, he let one of the clockwork elves hover, and the other three elves suddenly accelerated, skimming over the heads of the men and flying behind them.

The thopter let out a subtle, high-pitched mechanical beep as it picked up speed, and the four separate feathers swept through the rain curtain, bringing up a thin line of water.

Among the people on the ground, a young man looked up in confusion and stopped where he was. An iron gauntlet reached behind him and patted him on the shoulder.

“Eior。”

Fang Yu paused for a moment, only to realize that this was a Sufeneno language, the unique nasal tone of the highlanders. The phrase means 'go away', and these people are indigenous, and they are a minority living in Talen.

The system automatically adjusted his language system so that he understood the following conversation.

The man who spoke was the only one in the group who was armed, an older and resolute knight, with a two-handed sword on his back, black hair with silver threads and a steady gaze. He pushed the young man, his flaky shoulder armor refracting a faint glow of water.

"Lord Protector, what voice did I hear just now?"

"It's a squirrel."

"That's definitely not the sound of a squirrel, my lord, it's up there, I hear it." The young man said a little excitedly.

"Alright, whatever it is, let's go, those things are going to catch up." The knight looked up at the dark canopy, and the rain fell on his face, pooling into a stream and pouring into his armor.

Suddenly, someone from behind screamed.

"They're coming!"

The voice was as terrible as a mourning crow.

The knight pushed the young man away, and the young man stumbled forward a few steps and turned around. Seeing the pouring rain, a little green fluorescence had appeared on the other side of the forest, and they gathered into an ocean and surrounded them from behind.

It's the undead –

Fang Yu saw clearly, the green spot of light was actually the hollow ghost light in the eye socket of the skeleton.

He couldn't help but gasp - there was a dense mass of undead in the forest, so that countless ghostly lights floated together, forming an endless sea of light. The bones were all over each other, as if they had just crawled out of the dirt. Dressed in tattered armor, armed with rusty swords and longbows.

Slowly and neatly, step by step through the woodland in the pouring rain.

How can there be so many undead? Fang Yu didn't say a word, raised his right hand with five fingers, and only the clockwork goblins scattered and flew into the depths of the forest. He looked down on the forest, and saw only countless bones, like a silent torrent.

"Mr. Dickert!" The young man shouted anxiously.

"Get everyone out of this place." The knight replied calmly, glancing at the young man. "Hurry up, I promise your father to take you out."

The young man hesitated, but understood that there was no point in staying, he looked behind him, gritted his teeth and turned away.

A feathered arrow flew in the darkness.

The knight stretched out his hand and struck the arrow away. Several civilians were running past him in a panic, and at the other end of the forest in the distance, a row of skeletons with longbows appeared neatly at this moment.

"It's not good—"

Seeing this, Fang Yu secretly said something bad in his heart, and hurriedly asked the clockwork fairy to lower his height, trying to interfere with those undead archers.

But a little late.

The skeletal longbowmen walked out of the forest and stopped in unison, tilting their heads and looking up, their hollow eyes flickering like a ghostly fire. They gurgled and raised their longbows in their hands—

A tooth-screeching sound of an arch opening.

The young man turned his head and was horrified at the sight, and shouted, "Be careful, Mr. Dickert. ”

The knight turned his head sideways and gave him a faint look. Then turning around, raising his right hand and reaching behind his back, his fingers just touching the hilt of his slender sword, he raised his head and looked at the undead calmly.

The skeletal longbowmen released their bowstrings in unison, their longbows blessed with negative energy that were not affected by the weather, and the trembling of the bowstring's high-speed vibrations even overwhelmed the dense rain in an instant.

With a soft sound, a mutilated feather arrow broke free from the rain, like a rising wall, with a little bit of water, overwhelmingly pressed down.

The civilians were so frightened that they crawled.

Only the older knight stood still, facing the enemy, his sword in his hand, and shouted: "Divine light, divine grace, divine favor - barrier!" ”

A faint ripple spread out around him like a wing, forming a hexagonal network, and the feather arrows struck it, dotted with golden light, and all of them were wiped out.

God's Barrier.

Seeing this scene, Fang Yu let his clockwork goblin stop in mid-air. This man was also a paladin of Marlan, and he reacted at this moment, these people must be residents of a nearby village.

The older knight was presumably the local tribune, and these people were usually Templars from Marland.

Lady Marlan, Guardian, Valiant Patron, and Enforcer of Justice, claims to have the most temples after Roman, because her temples often stand in the most remote settlements, where there are human habitations and where the fire of civilization spreads, where her sword plows.

She swore to guard, so her followers were more protectors than Ranger knights like Mr. Red, who were chasing freedom.

Like their goddesses, these knights swore a vow, practiced with their swords, and guarded the land.

Just like the older knight in front of him.

Fang Yu couldn't help but be in awe.

He had heard of these knights for a long time, and this was the first time he had seen them with his own eyes. In the forest, civilians are evacuating, and only the older knight is alone, sword in hand, facing the army of the undead.

The other party's level is not high, and Fang Yu can see that he is only ten levels, slightly higher than Elpahin's guard, but it is far inferior to the big cat man Red.

His armor is also a bit old, the sword-folding magic armor is about a style that was popular more than twenty years ago, and this antique square plover has only been seen in the Kapka gallery.

But this knight model is somewhat outdated magic furnace, and it is as bright as a comet at the moment.

Like a black flood flooding the skeleton of the forest, strengthened by negative energy, a layer of black smoke floating above the white bones, the level strength of these low-level undead is not too high—but there are many of them.

These undead are far from being the knight's opponents, and if he is more conservative and uses his strength, he can at least hold out longer, and maybe even fight his way out.

However, in the midst of the rain and the cold light, the proud knights stood surrounded by the spirits of the undead, looking at their enemies, such as the sword of fiery fire, forged by the dwarven god Rotas on the anvil of the earth, and the sword of the righteous lady Marlan, the morning light.

As soon as he made a move, it was full of divine light, and wherever he passed, the dark creatures were wiped out.

I only saw that Fang Yuan's heart was surging and his blood was boiling.

At the same time, there are hidden worries in my heart.

The noble knight chose a different path, because only in this way could he hold back the progress of the entire undead with the power of one person, and thus buy time for the fleeing civilians in the forest behind.

He's overloading the magic furnace—

Of all the people on the entire battlefield, only Fang Yu could see this.

Something had to be done. He told himself, his right hand sank down, and the three clockwork elves turned back, pulling out three long white lines in the rain, flying towards the knight.

At the same time, he lifted his goggles, raised his head and looked back at the platform of the beast, and said to the group, "Something has happened ahead, Miss Attila, let Mr. Graystone turn—"

The others didn't dare to disturb him before, but only then did they gather around and ask in unison, "What's wrong?" ”

Among them, the sound of sky blue is the largest.

Fang Yu only shook his head: "There is a wave of undead in front, someone is surrounded, we have to help." ”

"Wave of the undead?" Tianlan was taken aback: "How can there be a wave of undead here, there are no ancient battlefields around here, is there a necromancer to haunt you?" ”

"It's not clear."

"Don't ask so much just yet," Attila said to the others, frowning, "Parker, Red, get ready to fight." Sky Blue, Luo Yu, didn't Ed give you the magic guide, you can also try it-"

Luo Yu and Tianlan glanced at each other, and they didn't expect to participate in the actual battle so soon.

At this moment Shesta stepped forward to say something, but Sylvester had already left the room and stopped in front of her and shook her head gently. She walked over and asked softly, "Mr. Eddard, what is the strength of the undead, is our strength enough?" ”

Fang Yu nodded: "It's just some bone frames, I have calculated, if you rely on the platform to fight, it will not be a big problem." Mr. Red is their nemesis, but we need to hurry. ”

"And what about the plan?" Sylvede asked again.

"Do you need to get Mr. Greystone to turn north and enter the battlefield?" Attila added.

"No," Fang Plover shook his head, and he gestured with his hand, "Let Mr. Gray Rock turn around, we enter the battlefield from the side, like this, it is better if those undead appear, we can let the side with the drawbridge face them." ”

"Sideways?"

Fang Yu nodded: "I'll take care of the rest, I'll be in charge of suppression, and Miss Atira and Mr. Red will be in charge of saving people." He roughly made the others understand his plan and looked at the lionman. Mr. Red, the next battle may be a little more stressful for you. ”

Red nodded disappreciatively. "Don't mind, the knights of Marlan have always made it their duty to do so, little one, and I am pleased with your decision." With that, the tall lion man picked up the double-headed sword and walked over there, slashing at the magic guide with his claws, and the glow crystals on it immediately glowed.

Tianlan watched Mr. Big Cat walk away, and couldn't help but say to Luo Yu beside him with a little excitement: "Did you hear it, did you hear it, we also have to participate in the battle." It's a pity that Kita didn't wake up, and she'll regret dying - you'll see me later, ah, it's a pity it wasn't the bad guys who came. ”

Luo Yu only glanced at her and shook his head.

Sky Blue noticed his subtle movement and looked at him with great dissatisfaction. "Are you shaking your head and looking down on me?"

"No, I just think you may not be useful, because undead creatures don't eat psychic effects."

"Huh?" Azure fluted for a moment. "What nonsense are you talking about, I can't do sound magic, I can give you buffs?"

But after a while, she suddenly reacted and screamed: "Ah, nasty! Luo Yu, are you saying that my tune is noise? ”

Although Fang Yu agreed with this point of view very much in his heart, he didn't have the heart to say anything at this time, so he just turned around silently and put on his goggles again.

In the middle of the forest, the hovering clockwork fairy suddenly moved—

In the rain, the scattered undead still caught up with the civilians in front. They were not dexterous, but they were much better than civilians distorted by nervousness and fear, and from time to time someone tripped over the tangled roots of the forest, fell behind, and fell into the hands of the undead.

The end can be imagined.

Screams and cries pierced through the rain and resounded through the trees.

The young man ran as far forward as he could, pulling those who had strayed up, and with his efforts, a small group was regrouped. But under the physical exhaustion, he had some wood on his hands and feet, and he couldn't help but despair in his heart.

That's pretty much the limit......

He looked back, and there was no longer the figure of the Guardian Elder in the depths of the forest, and only a cold, slowly approaching faint green light remained in the darkness. But this time, he heard that strange voice again.

Like a mechanical beep, subtle and sharp.

He looked up and was surprised to see a white line flying towards him in the midst of the rain.

Clockwork Elf –

The young man who had studied alchemy in Elpahim suddenly burst into a bright light in his eyes.

And in the distance, in the sea of the undead, a dazzling light is also bursting out.

"Divine light, divine grace, divine favor, Lady Marlan—"

The older knight coughed up a mouthful of blood, slowly withdrew his right hand and pressed it on his left chest, and at the same time ripped off the metal buckle of the magic furnace with a 'bang' with his left hand, and threw the completely scrapped tattered to the ground.

There was a muffled sound.

He breathed a sigh of relief, and with some difficulty he struggled to the ground with his sword, and looked fearlessly at the dark creatures that surrounded him in all directions.

It's just that the blade in his hand has long been dimmed.

Three faint rays of light suddenly flashed from afar, buzzed through the rain curtain, and fluttered their wings to the knight's face. It was three clockwork elves, their brass shells shimmering in the rain, circling the knight before flying in unison to the left.

The knight turned around.

"Clockwork elves, battle craftsmen?" He flashed a stunned flash: "Let me go to the left?" ”

A feathered arrow flew and slammed into his breastplate with a clink. He looked at the dark sea of undead in that direction, and suddenly gritted his teeth and re-grasped the two-handed sword in his hand.

In the forest –

The young man was watching as the clockwork elf stopped in front of him.

"Chris, why doesn't it move?" Behind him were more than a dozen worried faces, pale looking at the little thing in mid-air.

"I—I don't know." The young man shook his head, a little dazed.

Everyone subconsciously turned around.

The mottled dots of light in the darkness, faltering, were consistently approaching. Even with the sound of rain, you can still hear the creaking and shaking behind the sound of the water.

Until someone trembling and asking, "Wait, do any of you feel anything?" ”

Everyone shook their heads out of breath, they really couldn't run.

And the undead, but never tired.

At this time, the ground shook slightly.

Everyone was stunned, and a surprised light flashed in the young man's eyes. Turning back with the others—the ground shook slightly, almost unsettling, but everyone's eyes widened in surprise as a huge figure slowly strode out from behind a lime forest.

It was a beast, no doubt.

The behemoth moved forward, and the first thing that came into view was the towering platform and the pack house—and above the platform, in the pack house, a strange structure was slowly coming out, and then a second, a third, a fourth, side by side in a straight line, clattering to the other end of the drawbridge.

There was a soft 'snap' and the clockwork fairy fell into the muddy water.

But no one pays attention to it anymore -

Fang Yu stood on the platform, pressing the alchemist's windbreaker robe with one hand, and the wind and rain were so violent that his robe couldn't stop flying backwards. He looked up, facing a sea of algae light floating in the darkness.

"Slow down, Sister Attila—" Sky Blue's voice came from the other side of the saddlebridge.

"Ready."

Fang Yu nodded.

He slowly raised his right hand, put his fingers together, and swiped a semicircle in the direction of his wrist.

With a click, the four Walker III hexapod structures staggered with each other, turning in unison under his control, and the balance stabilizer flew around with the help of magic, making a zizzle sound.

They prop up the base –

A three-barreled rotating magic guide with a long barrel that glowed black in the firelight.

The muzzles of the twelve black holes were all facing one direction.

Fortress Type III Walker.

In the forest, the young man immediately recognized the thing that he had only seen a few times in the Elpahim Artisans' Association. As if blessed to the soul, he threw himself forward and shouted:

"Get down!"

"Shoot."

A flash of fire, tearing apart the rainy night.

……