The men slammed the iron door so loudly that the entire corridor shook and sand fell from the ceiling. Fang Yu glanced up, and had to pull up his hood, and just as he was thinking, the iron door was slammed open.

The people outside the door didn't expect that there were still people behind the door, so they screamed and took a big step back. The others were taken aback by him, but when they saw someone behind the door, they all raised their weapons and shouted: "Is it a person or a ghost!?" How did you end up behind this? ”

Fang Yu saw these people clearly at this time. The one who hit the door was a little fat man, looking at the costume of a warrior, and the old 104-style magic furnace hanging from his waist. Whoever carries this kind of magic furnace, unless the other party has not replaced the magic furnace like him, the level will not exceed level eight.

However, Fang Yu knew that his situation was a minority after all, and the situation of this warrior was most likely the latter.

Next to the little fat man were two swordsmen. There is also a prismatic coat of arms on one of the breastplates, which appears to be the swordsman of the Guards of the Knights of the Purple Heart, this indigenous organization is quite powerful in the northern part of the Cave Bottom Mountains, and has several exclusive swordsman and knight classes, and is also very popular among the electors in this area.

Another swordsman with a musket at his waist was either a dragoon or a musketeer. Fang Yuan's first reaction when he saw this person was to use a sword, and most of them were musketeers like Baggins.

Behind the two swordsmen stood a ranger. Tall, long, and eyebrow-eyed is an Evan Quinn elf, but he's also a Drafter—so race is just a talent and appearance.

But he was still the calmest of them all, clutching his bow and arrows without opening his mouth.

Finally, there was the priest with dark hair, the second-order profession of the healer, nervously holding the priest's staff in both hands, blocking in front of her. Although there were several companions in front of it.

There were five people in total. Fang Yu saw that most of these people's reactions were not veterans, or even worse than himself, he spread out his hands to show that he had no malicious intentions, and asked, "Where are you from?" ”

The five looked at him in disbelief.

But he did look a little scary—the hood was pulled low to keep out the dust, and his face couldn't be seen clearly—and in front of the alchemist's coat were two staggered cuts, bloodstained, and under the sleeves were a pair of metal gloves that shimmered with cold light.

What's even weirder is that there is a twisted necromancer wand tied diagonally to his back.

No matter how you look at it, he doesn't look like a good person.

"Who are you?" The little fat man asked tremblingly.

Fang Yu was about to answer. But he suddenly stepped out of the door, pushed away the little fat man, and looked in one direction with a solemn face. Although the little fat man was a warrior, he was still pushed by him when he was caught off guard.

Several people were startled and raised their weapons to surround him, for fear that he would make any further moves.

But Fang Yuan only turned his head, put a finger to his mouth, and made a silent gesture to them. "Someone's coming." He said in a low voice.

"What?"

"How do you know that......"

The five of them looked at each other, but finally realized that the other party was an adventurer, not some cultist or undead monster.

Only the archer opened his mouth, as if to remind of something. But Fang Yu didn't say a word, only pointed to the ground, it turned out that the direction from which the few people came was a puddle of stagnant water - in the darkness, under the light of the illuminating crystal in Fang Yuan's hand, there were layers of ripples in the distance on the dark and heavy water.

Seeing this scene, several people became nervous and realized that something was chasing after them in the dark. "It's those things, they're chasing them." Someone whispered.

The others fell silent, holding their breath as they formed battle formations and raised their swords and longbows in the direction they came. Seeing the reactions of these people, Fang Yu thought that he still looked good, much better than Lan Wuxin's group that he had met on a snowy night before.

But after all, the average level is higher.

Fang Yu himself was actually not much higher in rank than these people. The adventurous experience may be even less, but the experience of Doriphon and Fenris and his party has honed a thick nerve, and the ordinary scene is difficult to make any waves in his heart.

He sent a message in the communication channel, and at such a close distance, the communication crystal could still work.

Then he extinguished the Illumination Crystal. At the same time, he looked back at the five men and motioned for them to do the same: "Turn off the lighting crystal." ”

"No," said the priest with a beautiful brow, shaking her head again and again, "They have dark vision, and we suffer even more in the dark." ”

But Fang Yu didn't ask for their opinions. With a wave of his hand, the metal glove struck the illumination crystal in the swordsman's hand, sending it flying and shattering.

The cave suddenly became dark, and I couldn't see my fingers.

"What are you doing!?" The guard swordsman said angrily.

But Fang Yu didn't answer, and his previous underground experience made him have some reflections. I've always been so reckless—maybe one day I'll suffer a big loss, Miss Scarpe once said.

The lich was tricky, but he had enough experience to be more cautious beforehand than to keep himself in such a passive position with Kita in battle; He couldn't always expect someone to save his life, Miss Tata and Delise just happened to be discovered by the lich, but next time, would there be such good luck?

Good luck though is also part of strength. But luck can't last long after all, and if adventurers are not cautious enough, they often can't go far, which is an old adage of the adventurer's guild.

Therefore, Fang Yu had to re-examine his fighting style and be more cautious in the face of danger.

He turned back and said, "Be careful, they can hear you." ”

The swordsman of the guards subconsciously closed his mouth at the thought of what he was chasing. Although there was no pretentious tone in Fang Yu's words, to the ears of others, he still shivered.

As if to confirm Fang Yuan's words, there was a 'click' sound in the quiet darkness.

Fang Ou listened to the voice, as familiar as returning home—undead creatures—the enemies he had encountered since he left the Traveler's Rest, and the undead, that is, the cultists.

As a caller, this experience is really strange enough, and Fang Yu is also a little speechless.

He already knew what was coming, and when he was talking to these people, Fang Yu had already released his own clockwork goblin.

Some of the Black Swordsmen, the necromantic guards in pitch-black armor, with horned helmets on their heads, and red eyes dotting in the darkness, were eight in all, but underneath the armor were nothing more than stronger skeletons. Seventeenth level, it's no wonder that these people are chased to the sky and the earth.

Although the Black Swordsman is called a swordsman, it is actually a warrior monster, they are also good at throwing spears in addition to melee combat, and they are all carrying three soul spears, and after using it, they will recover one between three and four breaths, which is not a small threat to wizards, healers, and archers.

If the warrior can't get close, it's very uncomfortable to fight the black swordsman.

The reason why Fang Plover wanted to extinguish the Illumination Crystal was naturally to avoid becoming a target in the darkness - although the undead creatures had dark vision, their dark perception was only about a hundred feet.

Thirty meters is enough to decide the winner.

Of course, under normal conditions, it would be a bit of trouble for him to deal with the eight black swordsmen, but there was a chance in this place - after Fang Yuan found himself thinking carefully about the battle plan, although he was in the dark, his thoughts were clear.

At this time, Kita also received his message, so she cautiously groped up from below.

She pushed her large glasses in the darkness and looked at the crowd with some unease. Miss Naturalist was always a little scared, but fortunately, Miss Tata sat on her shoulder, which made her feel a little reassured.

Delis didn't know when she was walking at the feet of everyone.

"I'm here, Captain." Kita whispered.

Fang Yu nodded.

He was afraid that the bright light of the communication crystal would attract attention, so he put away the crystal and only lowered his voice, "Kita." ”

"Yes."

"In the area of one hundred and twenty feet to one hundred and fifty feet ahead, eight targets, black swordsmen, level about seventeen - there is water on the ground, and the water is about three to five inches deep. I'll summon a construct from a hundred feet away, using the chapter on the Great Glacier of Anstari—"

Fang Yu didn't say more.

Although communication is conducive to cooperation, he describes elements such as battlefield environment, distance, and combat conditions, which is enough for a true naturalist.

It's impossible for teammates to know every naturalist's spell. Therefore, in most cases, naturalists need to decide on spells according to the battlefield environment and the state of the battle - this is the biggest difference between a professional naturalist and a newcomer.

Kita may still be a newcomer, but she will grow up one day. Tapolis chose him as the successor to the Magic Book, which shows that this little girl who is a little afraid of life must have something unique.

Kita listened to this and nodded quietly. She glanced out, then retracted and gently opened the magic book.

The others listened to Fang Yu's words, and they were still a little shocked in their hearts.

They didn't hear the words 'summon construction' at the end, but they were surprised by Fang Yuan's grasp of the battlefield - they didn't know if Fang Yuan was bragging, but the other party said that it was an undead black swordsman - which coincided with the facts.

"Mr. Adventurer......" Miss Priest stammered, "Those things are difficult to deal with, be careful......"

Fang Yu nodded at her and thanked her.

The priest was startled, she didn't expect him to be so talkative. She also thought that these veteran adventurers were all cold. She didn't know that the guy in front of her who couldn't see his appearance clearly was actually not much higher than her.

But Fang Yuan's expression ended there. At this moment, when Kita opened the magic guide book, the aether guide on the metal title page lit up slightly, the only glimmer of light in the darkness.

He didn't know if the undead would be able to catch the light, but Fang Ou made a sideways motion and overloaded the shield system on the magic furnace.

The black swordsmen reacted faster than he expected, and the moment Kita guided the spell, one of the undead who was walking in front suddenly took the spear from behind his back and threw it in this direction.

A shrill wind in the darkness.

But the little fat warrior actually judged very accurately, and raised the shield in his hand to block the front. The soul spear was in the center of the shield, pulling out a long spark, but although he blocked it, the difference between the two levels was too great, and the huge impact force made him lose his balance.

If it weren't for the two swordsmen who helped him in the back, one left and one right, he would have fallen on all fours on the spot.

After being blocked by the shield, the soul spear shot to the side unabatedly, slammed into the rock, and disappeared into a cloud of black smoke. The priest was so frightened that she almost screamed, but she still couldn't help it, and subconsciously wanted to cast a spell on the little fat man.

But the archer grabbed her from behind and didn't let her strike.

Seeing this scene, Fang Yu couldn't help but raise his evaluation of several people. If the cleric casts a spell in the dark, the light on the scepter may attract more attacks.

"It's so cold, why is it so cold all of a sudden?"

The musketeer shuddered.

It was at this time that Kita completed the spell.

She pressed her hand to the silver page, lowered her eyelids behind the huge lenses, and whispered:

"It's cold—"

Fang Yu couldn't help but give a thumbs up to Miss Naturalist - the right choice. The Anstaria Glacier has been shown in many forms, and she has cast this spell several times before, but this time, instead of showing the glacier itself, she has excerpted this passage.

It seemed that a gust of wind was blowing between the people, and the temperature in the secret passage dropped suddenly. The surface of the water clicked, and in an instant a thick layer of ice formed on the surface, and the ice gradually descended, showing signs of seeping into the ground.

The five of them were shocked when they saw this scene. They looked back at the tiny Kita and the big silver book in her hand: "This is ...... Shingon spells? ”

"The Magic Book?"

"Naturalist!?"

Fang Yu had already turned around and raised the metal glove in his hand.

In the darkness, the ice stretched forward—under his clockwork elf's vision, the frozen ice froze more than half of the eight black swordsmen in puddles. Although it is only below the ankle, it is enough to incapacitate them.

His palms sank slightly.

A blue light spread out at a limit distance of one hundred feet.

It forms a virtual construct downward, with a faint blue light draped over a slender body like the light of a star. The blades and feet seemed to float in mid-air, and then fell downward.

The blue light flickered, and the information materialized, leaving only a wisp of pale silver, a metallic luster. The Angel's ring of force field, finally taking shape, slowly levitates above the head of the structure.

It unfurls its blades at Fang Yuan's command, one with its feet on the ground, and rushes forward.

The first black swordsman was caught off guard and was beheaded by a sword owl. The second black swordsman tried to retreat, but his feet were frozen under the ice, he lost his balance and was stopped by a sword.

The same is true of almost all the black swordsmen in the back.

In terms of fighting alone, the performance level of the Angels is not equal to these undead, but at this moment they are all target-like existences, and after one round of attacks, the loss is already half.

But Kita is not of a high level after all, and running out of mana will make the ice exist for a few seconds. When the Angel turned back, most of the remaining black swordsmen with injuries broke through the ice one after another.

Half is left.

Fang Yu turned his head.

And the five of them were stunned for a long time, especially the little fat man, who stammered and pointed at him: "You you are ......"

He didn't say the words battle craftsman, because this scene was so bizarre, they dug a door in the ground, and a naturalist and a battle craftsman came out of it.

And it seems that the strength of the two is not bad.

So, when did Aitalia produce high-quality oiled paper bags underground?

Fang Yu shook his head helplessly—battle craftsmen were not uncommon, and he didn't know that his way of appearing was a little out of line. But the fight isn't over, and now is not the time to discuss it.

He only spoke: "What are you doing in a daze, on?" ”

Do these people really think that he can end the fight alone?

The next battle was not as Fang Yu expected, these five people were not pig teammates, and they were still at some level. With their help, his Angel of Power finally took out the last opponent.

When the last black swordsman collapsed, the five couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief, especially the priest's lady, who looked like they didn't believe that they had actually defeated their opponent.

In fact, Fang Yu also saw that Miss Divine Officer should be the worst level among the five people, but it is not surprising that many teams and adventure groups have relatively low requirements for healers.

As long as you have it, it's fine, not to mention that the other party is still a beautiful young lady.

And the level of Miss Priest is only relative to others.,Although she often gets out of shape due to nervousness in battle.,But it's not so much trouble.。

His job is still well done.

It was only after the battle that the men looked at him. The guard swordsman who scolded him earlier was a little embarrassed, and couldn't help asking, "Your Excellency is so powerful, is it an adventurer sent by the Craftsman Association?" ”

"The Craftsmen's Guild?"

Fang Yu was stunned for a moment—he thought to himself that he had come from the Gollander Craftsmen's Association, but he was obviously not 'sent'. And what's going on here, that it needs to be the turn of the craftsman to always send someone over?

The last time the Artisan General Assembly sent someone was supposed to be the Doriphin Incident, but he had already settled the matter over there first, and he didn't see the real veterans arrive.

When he asked, he understood what was going on.

Because they had defeated their opponents together, these people had no objection to him and Kita - plus the naturalist girl looked harmless to humans and animals, which was very different from his current appearance.

Therefore, when he asked questions, these people knew everything. Aside from the fact that the archer was a little more cautious, he wasn't hostile to him or Kita.

In the final analysis, this matter is still related to the troll boss Shankouk.

……