As a result, the people of Silver Vislan ended up sending two makeup artists instead of one.

Although Fang Yu couldn't figure out what the silver Vislan people were doing, the cold-eyed makeup artist gave an order, and she didn't know why, Shesta actually took the initiative to press him to death in his position.

Fang Yu immediately reacted that it must be the order of a certain ship officer, but with his small arms and legs, it is impossible for him to have any luck under the suppression of the maid lady.

He had to look at the makeup artist in front of him a little weirdly, and the other party seriously held his forehead with one hand, held the eyebrow pencil to hook his eyebrows, and frowned slightly, reminding: "Be serious, don't be like a child." ”

Fang Yu was startled, hurriedly put away his expression, and reflexively sat down very obediently. But then he remembered that this was on his own boat, and the other party was not Miss Attila, what was he afraid of?

When the two little girls on the side, Tianlan and Ai Xiaoxiao, saw this scene, they had already hugged each other and laughed, and even laughed so much that tears came out. Fang Yu glared at the two of them angrily before he was about to open his mouth to refute.

But the makeup artist lady took the first step and pressed lightly on the door of his head, and blocked Fang Yuan's words back to his mouth, and the other party looked left and right before revealing a satisfied look:

"The foundation is actually pretty good, a little retouching, it should still be quite pleasing to girls. Design your personal image well, there will be a lot of female fans. ”

Fang Yu was confused when he heard this—what did he want that thing for?

"Learning personal image management is also part of becoming a celebrity caller." In the projection on the side, Bai Xue put one hand against his chin and commented on him: "At this point, don't you still want to be low-key?" ”

"Bells and whistles." Fang Yu didn't have a good airway.

The makeup artist lady brought a mirror over and let him take a look. Fang Yu saw that his image in the mirror was really much better—of course, he originally thought it was good—so he calmed down some of his dissatisfaction and said:

"Inexplicably, I don't have a live broadcast mission like you, what are you doing with all this at the moment of the war?"

"Heroes, of course?"

Bai Xue rolled her eyes: "Otherwise, what do you think?" ”

"What?"

At this moment, there was a whisper in the distance.

Fang Yuan's attention was immediately attracted to the past, and he looked in that direction.

I saw Sylvide walking out of the captain's room, and another makeup artist followed her, even Shesta couldn't help but be slightly stunned when she saw her young lady's appearance at the moment, Fang Yu even opened her mouth to look in that direction, blinked, and thought she had recognized the wrong person for a while.

Is that still my own ship's officer?

Fang Yu almost thought that he had seen a bright moon in the sky, overshadowing everything around him, like fluorescent light—

It was as if it were a quiet moonlight, pouring over the silvery forest, and among the thorns slumped slumped a quiet princess, with pure roses, drooping eyelids, and gently fluttering eyelashes growing from the sharp spikes.

On weekdays, Miss Ship Officer is already like a celestial person, but at this moment, her eyes are brighter, as bright as the moon, and between a smile and a smile, they are all touching.

She looked at Fang Yu and smiled slightly, her affectionate gaze seemed to brighten the whole world, so the dark forest had the fragrance of birds and flowers, the stream flowing, and the faint moonlight was between the woodlands, reflecting the graceful stag, with slender branches, standing with her partner.

Fang Yu swallowed a mouthful of saliva with a grunt, and hurriedly wiped it with a red face - fortunately, it didn't flow out, and no one saw his movements. Even Bai Xue was stunned, she was also a woman herself, but she was still excited, and hurriedly pressed her heart with her hand, almost thinking that she had the same sexual orientation problem as that woman.

But fortunately, everything is just an illusion.

Bai Xue pressed his heart hard, calming down the pounding heart, and glanced at Fang Yu on the side with a complicated expression, thinking that in the future, I don't know how many people will envy his luck.

The makeup artist beside Fang Yu walked over, said a few words to his assistant, and then glanced at Sylvid as if admiring a work of art, and whispered to her: "Very good, you will stand behind him later, but don't overtake him, understand?" ”

Sylvede glanced in this direction, her long eyelashes winked playfully, and she nodded with a smile.

"Even I'm a little moved." The makeup artist sighed.

But this was just a pre-war vignette.

From Charter City to Orton, the Electors on the ground were gathering in small groups, large flakes of snow drifting across the sky, and they were gradually converging into a huge group through knee-deep snow and through the woods.

The starry night was dying, the dawn was already ahead, the deep purple sky was faintly visible between the branches of the trees, and the members of the Northland Howling Guild who had passed through the woodland were looking up at the sky that curved in their vision. Patches of silver sails are breaking through the clouds and cutting through the night, like three torrents, converging forward.

The flickering red light was like three flowing rivers of light in the darkness, and they were clearly separated, listing three horizontal arrays.

Like the holy sword in Marlan's hand, the War Lady drew the sword forward, guiding her warriors in the direction, its flickering blade splitting the darkness and splitting a faint white line across the horizon.

There was silence in the darkness, and the dawn light was reflected in everyone's eyes, and the white mist rising as people breathed was connected. The light was reflected in the depths of the dark pupils, like the end of a deep tunnel, the light of hope that could be seen.

There is the end of the forest, and in front of it is the endless snowfield, beyond the ruins of the Charter City, the fertile fields and wetlands, and in front of it is the place of the decisive battle; The fortifications on the horizon were the lines of defense of the Ravental Sanctuary, which had been used against the drakes, but now stood in front of the Elector—fluttering banners, hunting in the wind, gray ravens on a black background. The army of the Grey Knights is being mobilized, spears like forests, shields like walls.

The Electors stopped, and the edge of the forest was lit up with a multitude of banners, one side by the other, of different colors, of different symbols and emblems, from different alliances, guilds, groups and teams, and even individuals—

The people exhaled softly, and the white mist weaved into a web of fog, and they unfastened their cloaks, and then drew their weapons. A unified public channel was established, more and more people joined, and the list on the communication bar kept scrolling down, and the scroll bar gradually became a thin line.

People with command ability, talent, and skills are automatically connected to the military's channels, and are highlighted as commanders in different areas, middle and lower-ranking non-commissioned officers and backbones, heralds and captains of forward reconnaissance detachments, and the list is gathered together one by one, divided into twelve columns, hundreds of detachments, and thousands of combat groups.

People automatically enter their own channel, report to the nearest commander, and connect to the chain of command to gain team benefits. The rangers and mages are grouped together into several strike teams. Although there was silence on the battlefield, the two sides were in fact ready.

The Great War is on the verge of breaking out.

Fang Yu put away the clairvoyant mirror, the sporadic firelight in the darkness had divided several areas, the sky was becoming brighter little by little, and the snow field was gradually visible, dyed a light blue.

Simply a vast distance on the ground, seemingly extremely narrow from the sky, the Ravenclaw Sanctuary's line of defense seemed to be separated from the forest where the Electors were, close together, and once you crossed that line, there was a swamp of travelers behind.

The Ravenclaw Sanctuary has built three lines of defense based on this, the current one is the most fortified, it was originally used to fight against the dragon beast army, but the commanders of Elpahin's army on this line are now under the control of the Shadow People, and the entire army has fallen to the side of the dark saints.

After crossing this line, the second line of defense, which had been built on the basis of several villages and fortresses north of Elpahim, was much weaker, and if they breached the first line, the second line of defense would be no problem. At best, the Ravental Sanctuary could only delay the Elect through this line of defense.

Further on, there is the city of Elpahim, where their main enemies are the Grey Knights who remain in the city, the city guards, and perhaps even the undetermined Silverwind Knights.

The battle plan has long been handed down to everyone through the command channel.

"There are two fleets of Shadowmen who will arrive on the battlefield first, but they are a little smaller than we expected, roughly the same as ours."

"But this is only a very small part of their fleet in the sky above the north at this moment, and its main flagship has not been observed, so it should be in the nature of a vanguard fleet."

"Our mission is simple......"

"The goal is to reach the city of Elpahin, so the focus of the battle is always to cover the advance on the ground."

"We must hold back the Shadowmen's huge fleet so that they are unable to support the battle on the ground."

"But the long fight is not good for us, we must start and end the battle as soon as possible, form a local advantage before the arrival of the opponent's reinforcements, and force the opponent to turn this air battle into a classic refueling tactic."

"The Shadow Man's floating ships have strong firepower, and the best option for us to engage them is close combat, using the main fleet as a cover, breaking into their defensive lines, and directly engaging in white-knuckle combat with the other side——"

"Of course, the next battle will be tough, but we have to do it."

The projection of the snow in the communication crystal looked at everyone.

There was silence in the communication channel, and although the battle plan didn't sound complicated, there was no accurate answer in everyone's mind whether it could be done.

Of course, Fang Yu also understood now that not every figure figure was as powerful as he had seen in the Summer Tower, and that had to do with the souls they possessed.

And according to Xing, there aren't many real shadow people, they are used to controlling the constructs to fight, and it sounds more like a species of alchemists.

But even so, they don't have an absolute advantage—their only advantage is the elite reserve brigade of the Silver Spear, Silver Westland, and Jeffrey Redcoats.

There are two spears in the Silver Forest, three in the Silver Vislan, and two in the Jeffrey Reds, for a total of seven reserve brigades, plus elite men selected from the major guilds, can gather a considerable force.

Nearly ten brigade and regimental battle groups, almost hundreds of Aitalia's first-line elite recruiters, put in the white-knuckle battle, is indeed an indestructible sword.

But broadside combat is also the most brutal form of combat on the air and sea, and while it is effective, the casualty rate is also alarmingly high.

Even if they can win once, how can they win again and again?

In the face of a steady stream of reinforcements, even if the Spear of the Silver Forest and the three major guilds of the Silver Vislan did whatever it takes, even regardless of the loss of their elite brigades, no matter how sharp the blade is, there will be a moment when it will break.

It sounds more like a desperate charge, a race against time.

How long will they last?

No one can give an answer.

But the people only understood one thing, and that was that they had to persevere, because once the battle above the skies was decided, the Shadowmen's fleet would kill and wound the Elector legions on the ground with impunity.

In silence, Bai Xue asked softly:

"Do you all understand?"

Everyone nodded without hesitation.

The fleet is unfolding -

The fleets of Silver Vislan and Silver Spears unfurled like fish scales into a huge array above the dull and unclear sky.

The ships were exposed to the side side one after another, and in the muzzles of the black holes, the fleet of the Shadow Pioneers spewed out furious flames one by one, and the brilliance of magic also lit up the last night at that moment.

The sound of rolling thunder caused the Electors on the ground to raise their heads and look at what was happening in mid-air—a huge trident, and the one at the front was none other than the Silver Vislan fleet.

The staggered flames, golden and emerald, flickered above the pale purple sky, occasionally piercing the clouds like a falling meteor shower.

From time to time, dazzling fires bloomed above the clouds, and the points of light were distributed at both ends of the sky, and in the first round of firefighting, the Shadow Man and the silver Veslan windboat were shot and caught fire.

In the eyes of those on the ground, the commander of the Silver Vislan side was undoubtedly a little clumsy, because the silver windship did not occupy an advantageous position, nor did it even try to seize the upper hand of the Shadow Fleet......

They just rushed straight into the massive rift, braving the enemy's heavy artillery fire, as if they were trying to block the Shadowman's fleet in it.

But they perfectly obscured the front of the Shadow Fleet.

At both ends of the clouds, the two golden threads were finally seen passing through the clouds, and the other two spear tips of the Trident were rapidly approaching the flanks of the Shadow Man fleet.

It was the sailing lights that hung on the bow of the ship that flickered and went out.

The Electors watched in amazement.

It was as if they had traveled through the vastness of time, standing on the rough sea, gazing at the silver wall of sails that had been in Trafalgar centuries ago.

The fleet, with an indomitable momentum, formed two sharp arrows, and rushed towards the main fleet of the French army, which formed a horizontal formation, and passed straight past.

That's the repetition of history.

They're going to cut off the Shadowmen's fleet from it—

The commander was insane.

But that was unparalleled courage.

Two sharp knives were plunged directly into the array of the Shadow Man Fleet.

Everyone who watched this scene had an unquenchable emotion surging in their chests, and the bone-chilling ice wind in the north could not soothe the boiling blood in their hearts at this moment.

At the edge of the forest, the commander stopped and looked at each other, and that was the moment, and this was the best time for them to attack. They didn't have to wait, they couldn't afford to waste every minute and every second of their time that everyone in that fleet had bought for them.

The herald raised his horn.

Every scratch on the trombone of the antlers is the result of an unknown battle, where they have fought against a changing enemy on the battlefield of the North, an ally of today, and perhaps an enemy of tomorrow.

But how can the struggle for power and profit, and the dispute with one's own people, compare to the common emotion in everyone's hearts at this moment. It was a battle that truly belonged to them, and after this battle, no one would be nameless.

The long sound of the horn reaches 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, and told them an ancient story of the past, as if from time ago, brought the past of that disaster.

Aitaria is no longer the peaceful and tranquil world it once was, this star door that opened to humanity is now sending a true message to everyone.

Disaster will quietly sweep everything, and all the good things they know in this world will be reduced to ashes in the sea of fire, whether they can watch this happen.

Su Changfeng asked the wandering horses to give everyone a choice.

But the result of the choice is already there.

When people looked at the two bright golden threads in the clouds, stabbing at the Shadow Man's fleet. Listen to the melodious long sound of the horn, echoing in the sky above the battlefield.

The shining flag, and the faith and goodwill in people's hearts, have long been closely linked to the fate of the two worlds.

On the Seven Seas Traveler -

Fang Yu looked at the waves surging on the ground, and for a while he was inexplicably a little excited, and the selfishness of the Electors may have disappeared at this moment.

Human beings may have all kinds of shortcomings, but they can be united in the end, and everything in the past is not impossible to reproduce. He looked up, the icy wind and cold rain blowing through the side of the ship, blowing his hair, and the cloudy shadows ahead were getting closer.

On his left and right flanks was the fleet of the Jeffrey Redcoats, who had been enemies in the past, but at this moment they had chosen to fight side by side.

"Ed."

"Be careful, they might be going to open fire on us."

Baggins placed his hand on his shoulder.

Fang Yu looked at the floating ship of the shadow man who was coming across from his field of vision, and the thorns sticking out of the pitch-black hull were almost clearly visible, and nodded slightly.

And a shadow had already floated above their heads, and Fang Yu subconsciously looked up, only to find that a Jeffrey Redcoat windboat had already surpassed them.

The first step to meet the fleet of the Shadow People.

……