The first battle in Fang Yuan's life was a bit one-sided.

He heard from Scapet that most people would be too nervous in the first battle in Aitalia. It's like a brain immersed in ice water, cold to the bone, blank; The uneasiness in the heart is like the whisper of the devil, which makes the brave hesitate, and the cowardly go mad, and finally lose their lives in vain.

Of course, here is a waste of a precious chance to resurrect.

But he himself is okay, except for a little confusion at first, most of the time he can calm down. It's just that it's a little hard to keep up with the others, holding the cold and bulky seven-style flintlock pistol, and the cold air is like a file when you breathe, making your lungs tingle and your throat with a hint of saltiness.

In front is a row of human walls. The forest was as bright as day, and the two sides were fighting together in chaos in the woodland, and the sharp whistling sound overshadowed the metal strike, and Fang Yuan saw a guard knight chasing a two-sword swordsman, who was much lower in rank, and was forced to raise his sword to meet it, one blow, two blows, and three swords were followed by a sword owl, and his head fell to the ground, and he died without blinking his eyes.

Fang Yu stared into the eyes of the dead, the dead man's face was sallow, his eyes were as blood-red as agate, and he was motionless, like an empty shell. Until the corpse turned into a point of light, like a butterfly waving its wings of light, and flew away in the darkness.

The Spear of the Silver Forest is in its rout.

Quilrod led the men into their left flank, like pebbles thrown into the water, causing ripples in circles. There was a shout in unison from that direction, destroying the withering and decaying, and the front withered like dead leaves. As far as the eye could see, the cold blades reflected in the light, the blades biting through the metal, and the rose-colored blood spilled all over the fallen leaves, steaming.

The square plover is in the remote queue.

Suddenly, someone on the side shouted: "Three steps forward, from left to right, no armor target, ready!" ”

Chainmail-clad archers and crossbowmen, cuirasse-clad warriors and green-cloaked rangers rustled forward on the soft ground covered with fallen leaves. Then he uniformly raised the weapons in his hands - bows and crossbows and firearms.

Fang Yu hurriedly followed the example of the other gunsmiths to half-squat down, and took out a paper bag from the dusty bullet bag. He had some experience with firearms, thanks to his experience as an apprentice craftsman in Kapka.

The archers opened their bows, and there was a sharp, tooth-aching sound, like a twine of twine tightened.

Fang Yu pulled the copper latch that protected the core of the musket, the red crystal, a little clumsy, bit open the paper packet, and spit out the paper with a thud. Then pour the blood-red catalyst into the medicine chamber, raise the musket, and use the iron brazing to poke the bullet into the chamber - since the non-attribute crystals are much more fragile, they can only be front-loaded.

It was a time-consuming and laborious task, and he was only halfway through his sweat, when he heard a low shout:

"Shoot—"

As soon as the bowstrings were released in unison, Fang Ou only felt a 'buzz' ear drum beep, and the arrows flew into the forest like a shower.

The Silver Forest's retaliatory counterattack was weak, and only a few stray arrows flew over Fang Yuan's head.

"In the second round, the third naturalist from the left, mending the knife." The voice shouted again.

Fang Yu then raised the musket in his hand, covered it with a chip fire cap, pulled the firing pin, and knelt down to the gun to prepare to shoot. But the left flank of the Spear of the Silver Forest had collapsed, retreating like a receding tide.

He lost his purpose, and so did everyone else. He turned his head to the side, and the voice commanded decisively, "A hundred feet forward." ”

Fang Ou resets the firing pin and gets up to keep up with the others. But then he felt a tingling pain in his ribs, and some of his eyes were full of Venus - after the excitement of the accelerated secretion of adrenaline had subsided, a feeling of weakness could not be suppressed.

After all, the life profession does not have the physical strength of the combat profession.

He tried twice without success, panting and half-kneeling in place, his face as white as a piece of paper. The others didn't notice that someone was left behind. However, the two cold stares in the forest were exceptional.

Two wanderers of the Spears of the Silver Forest, who have been lurking outside the battlefield since the beginning of the battle.

"Be careful!" Scarpa's voice came from the front.

Fang Yu looked up, and just happened to see Si Ka Pei stretching his bow and arrows, a trace of residual light on the bowstring, and the arrows flashed with sharp blue light in the cold air. "Keep your head down!" A loud shout. The arrows rushed to his face, Fang Yu was short, and a muffled snort came behind him, followed by the sound of a human body falling to the ground.

As soon as he turned around, he saw a wanderer in fur-trimmed leather armor lying on his back on his back, with four pointed arrow feathers, brown and black tail, none other than the fine griffon's feather. Fang Yu glanced at the dead man's face again, lifeless, like a wax figure. There was also a figure in the back of the vision, fading behind the ancient tree trunks. Those were white oak, the sacred tree of the Noumerin elves.

Another loiterer. Fang Yu subconsciously raised the gun in his hand, "Don't shoot!" Scapet was afraid that he would fire indiscriminately, and that the smoke from the firearms would disturb her.

But Fang Yu didn't look like a newcomer at all, calm and calm, motionless raising his gun to aim in that direction.

The wind and the forest fog were still.

The other man moved half a step—the movement of the dead leaves made a rustling sound, like ripples on the surface of the water. With a slight movement of the tip of her ear, she immediately raised her longbow and fired an arrow into the darkness, which was blocked by the oak branches, and she cursed secretly, and the other party was just in the corner of her shot.

It was no coincidence, and Scapet immediately realized that it was a seasoned wanderer—

"Ed ......"

She was just about to make a reminder. Fang Yu suddenly turned in one direction, only to see him tilt his head sideways, and at some point he pulled down the goggles. "Wait, don't ——!" Scarpe was shocked.

She looked to the other side, just in time to see the wanderer move like a shadow between the trees, and at that moment the square plover pulled the trigger, and the fire appeared, causing darkness all around, and the roar was deafening, and the smoke suddenly filled the air.

"Oops!"

This was the situation that Scarpe feared the most. The trajectory had already been predicted by her reconnaissance skills, and the lead shot would whirl through the second and third trees, half a step away from the thief.

A strange thought suddenly came to her mind: "It's quite accurate......"

A golden trail in the darkness flickered, attracting Scarpa's attention, and the trail drew a deft fold line beyond imagination through the trees. The sophisticated wanderer, who was destined to be avoided, was slightly startled by the sudden surprise, which had caused him to make an irreparable mistake, and paused between the second and third white oaks. Buckshot hit him in the chest, and he flew out screaming.

The flitter who flew out left the shooting corner of Scarpet. Without thinking about it, Scarpe raised his bow and shot it, and an arrow passed through the opponent's throat in mid-air. She withdrew her bow and turned back.

In the darkness, the golden trail drew a very flowing semicircle in the forest.

Fang Yu raised his hand and caught the brass ball with a click. It was only at this point that the silver rails on his gloves began to slowly reset one by one.

He slowly withdrew his hand, lifted his goggles, and let out a pale breath.

“…… Clockwork goblins? ”

Scarpe subconsciously read a sentence.

She walked over quickly and asked with a complicated look, "...... You just interfered with her judgment with a clockwork goblin? ”

Fang Yu nodded. Then he showed his snow-white teeth very heartily and smiled ostentatiously: "How is it, Miss Scarpe, was you particularly handsome just now?" ”

"Handsome, you big-headed ghost!" Scarpe slapped him angrily: "What are you doing in the back?" ”

Fang Yu covered his head with an aggrieved face: "I definitely can't catch up with you, I have a small life occupation." ”

Scapet didn't listen to this guy's nonsense, and walked over and took out a big bag of money from his arms with a 'bang': "It's strange that you can catch up with us with this thing, didn't you let you digitize the money?" What are you doing on your body, waiting to die? ”

Fang Yu scratched his head embarrassedly, he couldn't say that he was a smuggler, and he didn't have the quantitative data ability provided by the glow equipment. It's too embarrassing to say this, and he won't open his mouth if he is killed.

However, Scarpay rarely did not pursue it and sighed. "If only you had magical adaptability."

Fang Yu didn't care, and looked at his seven-type musket. "Speaking of which, this shot hurts a lot, Miss Scarpe."

"High?" Scarpe was so shocked that she forgot even what she had said, and it was the first time she had heard someone praise this old antique for her high attack.

"I just hit thirty injuries with one shot," Fang Yu looked at the musket in his hand with a little uncertainty: "It's several times higher than what I usually use to embarrass people with a clockwork goblin." ”

Thirty damage, Scarpe looks at this guy like a retarded person.

She nodded, "That's true." ”

"Really tall?" was rarely recognized, and Fang Yu couldn't help but be a little flattered.

Scarpe shook his head: "It's a shame indeed. ”

"Huh?"

The battle soon came to an end, and the Spear of the Silver Forest went from rout to rout.

The people of Dawn Star did not choose to pursue, there was no grudge between the two sides, and the mercenaries only died for money. When the last silver flag disappeared into the forest, the forest fell silent.

The faint mist of the forest at night, and the fangs and claws of the ancient branches behind the trees are reminiscent of the bedside stories that have been widely circulated in the Cape Saint-Huyen area—werewolves, vampires and dryads on a full moon night.

The moon is big and round tonight, and the moonlight is like a weave.

Fang Yu packed up the seven-type musket and glanced at the others who were cleaning the battlefield from a distance, feeling a little envious in his heart—but he couldn't use the equipment dropped by the Silver Forest Spear. It was surprisingly cold tonight, and there was blood in the cold air, like chewing a hint of jerky sweetness in the mouth, like the smell of rust.

Quelod walked to the side from behind at some point, and silently looked ahead with him. Fang Yu turned his head unexpectedly and saw the tall, silent man carrying a giant sword and a flat kettle in his hand.

"Mr. Quelod, you're drinking again during the mission."

"It's water, lad."

"Water?" Fang Yu looked at him incredulously, thinking that this man of the fighting nation had changed his temper.

"Eaux-de-vie, vodka," he said, handing the flat jug in his hand. "Some?"

“…… Miss Scarpe will kill you when she sees it. ”

"So don't tell her."

A black line on the square plover.

"A boy can never become a man if he doesn't drink." Quelod glanced at him. "How's it going, are you still used to fighting?"

"Okay." Fang Yu nodded.

Quelod nodded and replied, "I heard what Scarpe said, it was a very good fight. ”

Fang Yu scratched his head a little embarrassedly. "Miss Scapet said that the other party is just a rookie, and it all depends on luck."

"Rookie?" Quelod glanced at him, shook his head, and didn't speak. He didn't tell Fang Yu that they had met a member of the main group of the Silver Forest Spear, and that the battle went smoothly because the liaison lady played too well.

And the wanderer that Fang Yuan killed was not an ordinary person, Sicape had checked the other party's emblem, and the other party was at least a professional captain.

"It seems to be very cold tonight, it's only the end of summer, and there is already a layer of frost in the woods, and I remember that there will be no snow in the winter in Talen." Fang Yu looked at the surrounding forest fog and said suddenly.

Quelod took a sip of wine, spat out the white mist, which melted into the forest, and replied, "No." He walked forward.

Seeing this, Fang Yu also followed, stepping on the humus soil full of fallen leaves, like a layer of mat, soft and thick. In front of him was a broken sword, which he pulled out with his feet, a Kaulin longsword with the emblem of the White Oak City on its mirror-like blade, tempered with a bright flame - the mark carved into it with a chisel before quenching.

He held the sword in his hand and turned the blade, the blade was about three fingers wide, the edge of the blade was slowly closed, the workmanship was excellent, and the reflection of the snow reflected on his face, reflecting his calm look.

"It's a good sword," Quelod said, looking back at the sword in his hand, "it's a pity it's broken." ”

"But it's not a war gear."

"Maybe, but the equipment is not necessarily good."

Fang Yu threw away his sword and asked, "I'm curious, why didn't the people of the Silver Forest Spear build fortifications in the ruins?" He looked in that direction, and elven ruins loomed behind the mist. Isn't it more convenient to defend there? ”

"Maybe they haven't had time yet, and the Jeffrey Redcoats won't sit idly by, both sides want to take possession of this ruin." Quilrod took a sip of his wine and replied, "Maybe there's something important in this ruin." He suddenly asked, "By the way, do you know each other?" ”

Fang Yu nodded. "The Spear of the Silver Forest is very famous in China in the Second World, called the Crown of the Silver Forest, and it also has two branches, called the Shield of the Silver Forest and the Staff of the Silver Forest, both of which belong to the Windtalker Club."

Quelod listened for a moment of silence and replied, "Looks like something big must have happened in the Second World. ”

"Why?"

"Don't you look at the community?"

Fang Plover was sweating wildly, he also wanted to see it.

Fortunately, Quelod did not go deep into this issue. "More and more big guilds are returning from the second world to the first world, which is not a good sign," he patted Fang Yu on the shoulder. "You didn't go through the Battle of Byrne thirteen years ago, and you'll understand by then."

Fang Yu was stunned. "The Battle of Byrne?"

Quelod shook his head.

He shook the kettle and turned it upside down, finding that he had bottomed out. Looking through the kettle, I saw the angry Silk Capet walking over through the mist, and hurriedly hid the kettle behind his back.

Scarpe glared at him and asked the two seriously, "Did you see that woman?" ”

Quelod froze.

Fang Yu reacted before him and asked, "You mean Mia, Miss Scarpet?" ”

"She was gone, I asked the people in Group A, and someone saw that she left alone after the fight." Scapet looked at Fang Yuan, "That woman is unreliable, she is from the Grand Guild, and she is not the same path as us, Eddard. ”

But Fang Yu didn't seem to hear the second half of the sentence. "Miya is gone?" His heart thumped. "I'll look for it!" After saying that, he ran into the forest without looking back.

"Wait—" Silkcapet watched the young man's back disappear into the mist, and withdrew his hand angrily. "This kid."

"What the hell is going on?" Quilrod asked.

"Someone saw her alone in the ruins, and God knows how." Scarpe looked worried. "That woman isn't simple at all, Eddard doesn't understand anything at all, and I'm afraid he's going to hit his head on this."

Quelod stroked the stubble on his chin, his thick eyebrows almost knotted together, and he groaned for a long time. "You see that, too?"

Scapet nodded. "The pair of blades she gave Ed is clearly a dragon knight's weapon, so I-"

Quilrod interrupted her. "Let him go, Scarpe, the boy has to go through some setbacks." He looked down at his girlfriend with a gentle gaze. "You're getting more and more like a mother, and we want a baby, Scarpet."

Silk Cappelen paused for a moment, and the flush gradually seeped up: "You, what are you talking nonsense, aren't you going to continue the adventure?" At this point she suddenly stopped and looked at her boyfriend steadily. Quelod, are you going to stop? ”

Quelod nodded. "Haven't you noticed?"

"With so many great guilds pouring into the First World, I'm not blind," Scarpe hesitated. "But ......"

Quelod didn't say much, just held her hand.

Scarpay leaned in, leaning against his broad chest. "Well, actually, I also have this thought, after all, everything thirteen years ago, no one would want to go through it again. But I just want to spend a little longer, you know, Ed is really talented......"

"You want to take him for a while?"

Scapet nodded.

"But he doesn't have magical adaptability."

Thinking of this, he was a little angry, and muttered: "So I want to convince him to be an alchemist honestly, but that guy's head seems to be carved from granite, and oil and salt don't enter." ”

Quelod smiled dumbly: "You don't believe him, he is serious, and he will leave the adventure party after this mission." He looked into the distance, and the temperature continued to drop, and the fog in the forest was getting thicker. He has his own path, and I'm well aware of that. ”

"yes, exactly like you, obnoxiously stubborn."

Quelod chuckled and only gently shook his girlfriend's hand.

……