Here it comes?!

The Holy Hand Scholar hurriedly turned around, and the people on both sides and behind him all stood up, clenching their weapons, and waiting for battle.

Swallowing a mouthful of saliva, the Holy Hand Scholar's eyelashes were covered with droplets, and his eyes were a little squinted, blocking his vision from looking into the distance.

After wiping his eyes and blinking a few more times, the Holy Hand Scholar finally saw the scene in front of him clearly.

A piece of black pressing.

"Eh, haven't you wiped your eyes clean? Why is it dark in front of you? ”

As he spoke, he wiped his eyes again.

Skittle next to him patted his arm: "Brother Scholar, it seems to be in front of... A lot of people..."

Only then did the scholar of the Holy Hand realize that what he saw was right.

The black patch in front of him was none other than the army rushing towards Heavenly Fantasy City.

Just seeing the scale of its rebellion, the Holy Hand Scholar couldn't help but get nervous.

You can't see the edge.

The shaking of the ground was obviously the sound of the army stepping on the ground as it rushed in.

"Alert! Alert! ”

In fact, there was no need for the Holy Hand scholar to remind him loudly, and the more than 10,000 people who had gathered could clearly see the black pressure in front of them, like patches of ants, saying that it was not far away, and that it was not close.

Just by looking at it like this, the Holy Hand Scholar and a few other strong people had a hunch that the number of people on the other side was much more than their own.

Much, much more.

If I had to describe it in one word, it would be overwhelming.

"Wait!"

Several of the Holy Hand Scholars stood at the front of the line, and the low-level ones stood at the back of the line.

In the distance, the Holy Hand Scholar squinted his eyes and found that in the midst of the black oppression clinging to the ground, a thick pole was erected, and the flag on it fluttered in the wind.

But the more he felt, the more strange it became, because the things hanging on the pole did not dance like a flag at all, but had a hint of heaviness.

Moreover, a trace of inexplicable sadness unconsciously surged in his heart.

He held the communicator in his hand and looked nervously at the comer.

"Step!"

"Step!"

"Step!"

Finally, when the Holy Hand Scholars could barely see who was coming, the opposing army also stopped, and a voice came: "Terran, send a representative." ”

The arrogance and arrogance in his tone were a little unbearable for the strong-blooded humans.

Countless pairs of eyes looked at the Holy Hand Scholar. There was no doubt that since the end of the guild war just now, the Holy Hand Scholar had a very high status in their hearts.

Defeat Feng You with the power of the gods, and take the initiative to gather the humans outside the Heavenly Fantasy City to gather here to protect the Heavenly Fantasy City...

The "great achievements" were listed, and when they were asked to send representatives, the first thing that came to mind for everyone present was the Holy Hand Scholar.

"Brothers, I'll go back as soon as I go, don't leave yet, wait for my news."

The Holy Hand Scholar was carrying the [Golden Holy Light Cross] on his back, and was just about to leave, but he felt his hand being pulled. When I turned my head, it turned out to be Skittles.

"Brother scholar, I'll go with you."

"It's dangerous there, don't follow you as a little girl, there's no need. Wait for me here. ”

"No," to the surprise of the Holy Hand Book Business, Skittles was unusually resolute: "I am the person on the list of player villains, and my strength is not low, so I won't hold you back." Let me go with you. ”

The Holy Hand Scholar still wanted to refuse, but he became even more impatient: "Are you Terrans always so grinding and chirping?" Are they all dead?! ”

Can't hesitate.

"Okay, you're right behind me, you can't leave me, understand?"

"Uh-huh, okay, I'll follow you."

The Holy Hand Scholar took a deep breath and walked out step by step, and with everyone's expectations, his figure disappeared into the rain curtain.

Behind him was a small woman.

...

In the city, the four masters each guarded one side, which was naturally able to prevent some interested people from approaching the cover and causing even greater chaos.

The six mentors also guarded the area they were responsible for, observing all the situations in the city, predicting all possible dangers, and giving feedback in a timely manner.

Inside Celestial City, there is a dead silence, the streets are full of players and NPCs, and it is a gray scene.

The faint street lamps flickered and flickered, adding a touch of cruelty to this already lonely city.

Silence is today's Heavenly Fantasy City.

"Help!"

Just when everything was at a loss, a sharp voice pierced the sky, waking up the sleeping Heavenly Illusion.

This voice occurred in the area under the jurisdiction of the Shadow Thorn Mentor.

Following the direction from which the voice came, the figure of the shadow thorn disappeared in an instant, and appeared in the place where the voice came from in the next second, and saw a scene that she couldn't believe.

An NPC guarding the city raises his axe aloft in his hand, as if to chop it down.

And in front of him was a little girl who wept bitterly, her eyes full of fear and despair of death.

"Die!"

The guard's axe fell, and it was so powerful that it was about to hit the top of the little girl's head.

"Stop!"

In just a split second, the Shadow Thorn Mentor had already arrived in front of the guardian NPC and slapped the axe in his hand with one palm.

The axe flew aside, stabbing into a wall.

"You are the guardian of the city, and you are here to protect the safety of the Heavenly Fantasy City! Why did you do this? ”

Shadowthorn held the frightened little girl firmly in his arms, staring at the unarmed guard, always feeling that something was strange.

It stands to reason that each bodyguard has a fixed shape, and the armor on their body is also tailor-made, and there is no deformation in any way.

But this guard is not ordinary.

His belly was a few laps larger than he should have, and it looked extremely bloated and unnatural.

When things go wrong, there must be demons.

The transfer mentor has an extremely high status in the Heavenly Fantasy City, and no matter which guard sees it, he should bow respectfully to show his respect.

But this guard was different, instead of showing respect, he made a "woo" sound from his mouth, shook his fist, and rushed towards the shadow thorn.

"No, there must be something wrong!" Thinking so, Shadowthorn flew a dagger directly from his waist and flung it at the guard.

She was worthy of the Mentor of the Assassins.

The dagger was plunged into his chest, and it was full of strength, and it flew directly out of the body, firmly anchored to the wall.

It's a remote area, so not many players around see it.

Though pinned to the wall, the guard remained unrelenting, fangs and claws, trying to break away from Shadow Thorn's immobilization and continue to attack.

It's so abnormal.

Even though Shadowthorn was wearing a mask, she still sensed something unusual.

"You go out first and find the place with the most people in the other world."