Only the craftsmen, who know how to deal with the craftsmen.

Therefore, when the silver stars rose, an indiscernible ripple of magic rippled through the trees.

"Go and interfere with him."

"He must not be allowed to discover where we are."

"That Ranger is pretty powerful."

"No, that's not a Ranger ......"

"It's a dragon hunter—"

The constructs on the battlefield slammed down, and the dexterous constructs in the back row withdrew from the battle in an instant.

And the battle craftsmen in the forest also straightened up at this moment, raised their hands, and led the glove with a metallic sheen in one direction; It was a golden rain of light, which was passing through the woodland, through the canopy, as if a gust of wind swept by, carrying countless golden raindrops, piercing through the sky above the trees—

And the golden halo was only reflected in Fang Yuan's eyes, obeying the bend of the iris, like a twinkling starlight, lining the night sky.

They curved in mid-air before forming a huge array and pressing down on top of their heads.

Ye Hua and Fang Yu raised their heads at this moment.

The previous silver starlight was destined to look a little thin before this golden firmament.

Just like the same child, who is facing a giant alone—

It's just that the kid may have a unique name at the moment.

At this time, Ye Hua turned his head and looked at him: "Do you need help?" ”

Fang Yu smiled lightly.

He raised his head, looked up in that direction, and then, without saying a word, raised his left hand, next to his right shoulder, and from there, swiped forward gently.

A straight line –

Lines of magic passed through the buoys, like invisible lines, up the night sky and down to the woodland, and Fang Yuan was the only controller of those magic lines. With his changing gestures, the silver 'swarms' unfolded into battle formations—yes, people read that right, clockwork elves staggered past each other, lined up in front and back, forming assault formations with battle depth—

Like a silver blade, it is emerging in the night sky.

Beneath the forest, the craftsmen hidden in the bushes finally felt something unusual.

They looked at each other in a bit of a daze. The glow of the night sky seemed to come to their hearts at this moment, because they had never seen anyone use a clockwork elf like this—a new tactic? Or does the other party not understand the clockwork fairy at all? Isn't a flexible construct like a clockwork fairy supposed to get around the other party's interference as soon as possible?

But they don't understand that times have changed.

And in Fang Yuan's heart, Miss Tata is also looking up at this unique night sky silently with her little face.

Then the two of them looked at each other with a clear understanding.

"Miss Tata."

"Where—"

Miss Fairy's silver gaze looked at her only knight, and it seemed to be flashing with a gentle gaze: "My knight, what do you command?" ”

"Sortie."

"Hmm."

It was the first flash of fire in the night sky.

One of the craftsmen felt a fifth of his vision go dark in his eyepiece. He took a step back, holding his eyepiece with his hand in some surprise, but he didn't understand what was happening.

And the silver bee colony has already completed the transformation in a silent and invisible way, revealing its hideous fangs. The golden and silver light staggered through the night, but the first to arrive was a storm of buckshots, bursts of fire exploding over the forest, and beams of light rushed across the night sky like flowers......

The dazzling light, as if a gift from an ancient civilization, is telling, telling the birth of a different kind of flexible construction.

Or rather, resuscitation –

Its name, called Battle Elves.

And the vision in more and more eyepieces was darkening from the eyes of the craftsmen, and those who were at a loss had to tear off the goggles and raise their heads to look at the scene above the night sky in amazement.

What is that......?

And someone is still shouting:

"Change course, avoid!"

But it didn't work.

The silver swarm of bees was flying around the golden clouds, and in the criss-crossing vision of the square plover, there seemed to be a trail that could be seen, and in that vast space, every dangling clockwork fairy followed a fixed trajectory, flying forward until it fell apart......

That wonderful feeling haunted him.

It was as if he could see the other party's next move. Miss Scapet once joked that he should be a gunner. But Fang Yu understood that this was what R had said - instinct, he was so familiar with the clockwork fairy that he didn't need to think about it.

And that sense of control over space made him have the illusion of dominating this piece of world.

He stretched out his hand, as if he could hold all the enemy clockwork elves in his hands.

And pinch and smash.

One by one, the clockwork goblins were exploding, and the fragments of the golden shell, like rain, were sprinkled and falling in the air.

Ye Hua looked at this scene, smiled lightly and shook his head, as if he saw a possibility-a long time ago, that possibility was called Loofah.

But now it may have a new name. He turned around, drew an arrow, and opened his bow—the previous shout had revealed enough information for a dragon hunter. As soon as the bowstring loosened, the arrow pierced into the woods, and a reddish shadow fell in the darkness in that direction.

"The first."

Someone next to him subconsciously wanted to come to the rescue.

The Ranger King's bow was immediately pointed in that direction, and the second red shadow fell.

"The second."

At this moment, on the battlefield, a constructor broke through the defense line of the Guards Knights.

Ye Hua turned his bow again, and shot an arrow from the bow, which accurately passed between the dense constructs, and hit the forelimbs of the constructs, causing it to fall to the ground with a bang.

"This is the third."

And under the huge wreckage of the structure, Kita was inhaling and watching this scene with a small face.

Later, Luo Yu dragged her back and said loudly: "Jita, we are ready to fight back." ”

The Miss Naturalist let out a sigh of relief and nodded vigorously.

But before that, she couldn't help but raise her head again to look at the night sky, the flickering silver light, reflected in the depths of her dark eyes, like a thin line through the bottom of the girl's heart, was slowly extending above the night sky, extending—

"Captain Eddard......"

……

The silver blade had pierced the giant's heart at this moment.

And the golden clouds, torn apart behind them, were crumbling, and could no longer organize a decent offensive.

The craftsmen in the forest seemed to have forgotten what was really deadly for a while, and there was only one thing left in their minds for a while, directing their clockwork goblins to escape in all directions. It's not that these people are too stupid, but just because the 'sword of Damocles' hanging over everyone's heads puts too much pressure on them.

When and when have people seen such battles?

The battle between the clockwork elves has long been sealed in the history of the Noumerin elves.

And Fang Yuan's gaze was watching this scene condescendingly through the video crystal of each silver bee colony. Contrary to the other craftsmen, he was almost unusually calm at the moment, and almost instantaneously, he realized the birth of opportunity.

The silver blade did not continue the pursuit.

They went straight ahead, across the forest—

The craftsmen haven't reacted yet.

But their stunned and confused expressions had already fallen into Fang Yuan's eyes one by one.

But by the time the silver swarm spread out and swept over the canopy, the plover had already marked every position below, and it flickered dimly between the dark forests like a sparkling red light. With a swipe of his hand, he handed over this picture from his own system to the suspended window in front of Ye Hua on the side.

The glow of the glow was reflected on the cheeks of the Ranger King.

Ye Hua smiled faintly and glanced at him.

Then gave him a thumbs up.

He drew an arrow that was somewhat peculiar. It was a cyan arrow, its blade seemingly preserved in a glittering crystal, but not an exploding crystal, a crystal that the Plover had never seen before - its shaft was made of cold iron, and its feathers were inlaid with the feathers of a flying horse.

Ye Hua stretched out his bow and pointed in one of the directions, he only aimed for a moment, and then released the bowstring with his thumb. The arrow turned into a blue light and swooped into the forest in the distance, hitting the first point of light with precision, piercing through the latter, after which the light spread out in all directions, turning into dots of rain into the darkness of the woodland.

Each beam of light that opened flew backwards and hit a point of light accurately. In the field of vision of the 'swarm' of the square plover, the dim red light marked here and there disappeared, and the arrow alone erased nearly one-fifth of the light spots on the map.

The craftsmen in the woodland only watched the dreamlike light walk through the trees.

The companions fell one by one like dominoes, and the sound of fluttering fell to their ears like the sound of impending death.

Only then did people wake up from a dream and realize who the real Grim Reaper was.

"Don't get entangled with those 'goblins'—" At this moment, a voice came from the communication crystal of the crowd, "If they come down, use the Annihilator to deal with them." ”

"Send a third of your men to deal with those two men."

"Especially that ......"

“…… Dragon Hunter. ”

Capturing the thief and capturing the king first is a rather old and simple tactic.

The flexible structure on the battlefield moved, turning in the direction where Fang Yu and Ye Hua were.

Ye Hua was about to turn the target and deal with these flexible constructs first, but Fang Yu on the side stretched out his hand to stop him.

"Leave them alone, Great God Ye Hua, you go and deal with those craftsmen."

The Ranger King looked at each other with some surprise.

But Fang Yu knew that the flexible construction was only a consumable for the craftsmen, and he suddenly remembered the warehouse he had seen in Tansnir, although it had been cleared by the mystics.

However, the preparation of the blind followers must be more than that. Ten years, God knows how many back-ups they have prepared for this plan. From the sudden appearance of these craftsmen, it is clear that the attack ten years ago may have been just a rehearsal of today's scene.

If you only kill the flexible construct, you won't be able to kill them until the mana of the magic guide furnace is exhausted.

Fang Yu turned his head, met the other party's gaze, and replied very firmly, "I'll stop them." ”

Ye Hua was stunned for a moment, and immediately asked, "How long can you stop?" ”

"About a minute."

Fang Yu paused for a moment and asked, "Is it enough?" ”

Ye Hua smiled: "That's enough." ”

He retracted his bow and turned to the other side, not glancing at the nimble structures that were climbing up the hill.

And Fang Yu also put his hand away, and the flexible structure in mid-air entered a low-consumption state, only maintaining the most basic flight ability, suspended over the forest. Then he walked forward and walked down out of the forest.

Almost immediately, the action on this side fell into the eyes of the craftsmen on the other side, who saw a young man emerge from between the woodlands, just about to make a move. But the voice before almost immediately stopped everyone:

"Leave him alone, don't waste time—"

"The real target is that dragon hunter, go past him, go straight to that kid!"

"He's just a decoy."

But the voice suddenly stopped.

Because in his stunned gaze, beams of light were shooting out of the bait in his mouth and landing in front of him. And stepping out from the unfolded light gate were a series of double-wielding swordsmen with a silver luster, but their silver double blades had already merged with their arms.

The connected gates of light almost constituted a wall of light.

Behind the wall of light, there were female swordsmen with two blades staggered side by side, and a silver wall was formed in an instant.

One, two, three......

…… 7.8......

Twelve.

Twelve Angels.

The conductor among the craftsmen almost gritted his teeth and read the number, as if he no longer knew the number twelve, and a thousand words were now only turned into a dirty word in his mind. "Hell...... but whether he sees the ghost or not, he must give that order at this moment:

"Enter...... Attack, get past that kid, it's just some alien sword-wielding......"

"It's just, it's just some alien sword-wielding, just run it over......"

But the imagination is beautiful, but the reality is cruel.

Even if the energy angel in Fang Yuan's hand was far inferior to the other party, it was not really possible to run over it in an instant—even if he killed twelve pigs, he would have to kill it for a while, right? What's more, the energy angel in Fang Yuan's hand is far from being called a 'pig'. What's more, the other party also had a moment of hesitation.

This momentary hesitation can already decide many things.

Angels flicker and launch a surprise attack. Flash again and distance yourself. But in the next moment, it was annihilated by the opponent's attack.

But Fang Yu held down the information crystal again.

Seven more sword-wielding men summoned out.

But this time, it's no longer an angel of energy, it's just an ordinary Type III walker - funded for them by Her Royal Highness the Celestial Princess.

The walkers were torn apart in an instant.

And then there are the three Dreadnoughts.

In three rounds of attack, Fang Yu only retreated less than ten meters - but almost half a minute had passed.

Eventually, the Orphen twin stars descended from the sky with a loud bang that shook the surrounding constructs. Then, there was no then, because in the next moment, the surrounding constructs seemed to stop for a moment, and their movements froze - in this short half a minute, Ye Hua had already killed nearly half of the opponent's craftsmen.

The rest of the people were also frightened and retreated. And the commander, who had been hiding in the shadows, seemed to have finally realized that the matter was irreparable, and had to grit his teeth and give the order.

"Retreat—"

But in response to his retreat.

It was a small, girlish voice on the battlefield.

"Gravel of the Sand Sea—"

It wasn't loud, but it was like a kind of magic, enough to pass through the battlefield and imprint into everyone's heart.

It was the last paragraph of the Book of Sand, the immortal work of Astani, and every desert dweller had heard more or less of the legend of that book, and the last paragraph of the nursery rhyme.

"O gravel of the sea of sand, pass through time, and freeze it all here......"

"Fix the thousand-year-old moonlight of Estanya on this desert."

The magical sound, when it passed through the sky above the forest, the bright moon also happened to break through the heavy dark clouds and fall on the forest.

Then the forest vanished, forming a rolling dune of shrubs and vines, which receded one after another, except for a cold moon that shone on the snow-white dune.

And on the undulating sea of sand, the naturalist girl, holding the ancient magic book in her hand, looked fixedly at everyone standing on this sand dune—the sand king Babaltan, the knights of the guards, the structures that were leaning around, Ye Hua, Fang Yuan, and the alchemists who had nothing to hide in the distance—

The conductor stood in the middle of the crowd from afar, watching the scene in amazement.

It was as if he realized what kind of mistake he had made.

"Naturalist!?"

The King of Sand, Babartan, is also a naturalist by his side?

But where did these people come from?

……

At the same moment.

Fang Yu finally saw these alchemists, these different peers, these rumored 'fallen alchemists'.

Sure enough, just as he expected, these people were also wearing clothes from above the earth, and there were more or less strange patterns on their wrists, necks, and shoulders, but they were too far away to look closely. But these people, with the exception of a few, at least in appearance, can also be seen at a glance as Istanians.

It is indeed a little strange that these strange alchemists, with their clothes, appear in this place.

Looking at these people, Fang Yu couldn't help frowning.

The other party's outfit obviously shouldn't be a spoof or something like that. But why did he dress up like this, he really couldn't understand, was it just to make people misunderstand that they were the Chosen One? It seems like there is only one possibility, but it's a bit absurd.

For the Elect, in Aitalia, would not have dressed like this.

Isn't it?

……

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