The dazzling light of the fire pierced the night sky.

Like a golden blade.

The light streaked through the bronze shell of the structure, slicing through the silver hinges and flush through the center of the core crystal. The two sides of the crystal were reflecting the scorching flames, slowly turning against each other, scattering and flying away. Above the mirror-like incision, the heat left a dark red mark on the metal, which was gradually fading.

The craftsmen in black trench coats opened their mouths slightly, and the scorching light seemed to pierce their goggles and pierce into their field of vision, which turned into darkness after a white world. Some even screamed in fright, ripped off their goggles, closed their eyes, and burst into tears.

"What's that!?"

The leader of the craftsmen stopped what he was doing, and the shock in his heart was indescribable.

But at this moment, too many people are asking this question:

"What is that?"

Most people only saw a fleeting golden red light from the picture, and the bright light even left an afterimage on the screen due to the dark background.

The camera paused for about a few seconds while still looking straight upwards — and it took a closer look to catch the spires of the spiky cedars in the frame, pointing above the night sky as if a faint star was falling from mid-air like glowing powder.

In the distance, between the pitch-black woodlands, there was a faint sound of debris falling to the ground in the background.

"Did you see that?"

"Did you hear that?"

People kept asking other people, but most of them got negative answers.

But higher in the sky, at this moment, a pitch-black 'eye', like a crystal embedded in the streamlined shell, flapping its silver wings, was quietly resting below the clouds. It shrinks the camera slightly, clicks the scene, and then converts it into an image that is transmitted to a system several kilometers away.

Fang Yu glanced back, his heavy eyes reflected the light of the bonfire on the battlements in the distance, he raised his left hand, used his hand to frame, took the picture from the light screen, and then dragged it into the chat bar and sent it.

A few hundred meters away, Alyssa stood up from her position and glanced at Sylvid. The ship's master seemed to understand the meaning of her gaze, and asked with a smile, "Show me?" ”

Alyssa nodded, showed the picture, and then retouched it with Sandnight, accompanied by the text, and handed it to Nini, who was swinging her little tail on the side. Miss Fairy used her own authority to create an account on top of the community, with the ID called 'Miss Fairy of Mr. Knight'. And this ID will be used as the 'official account' for the Seven Seas Brigade in the future.

The name of this account is said to have been known for a long time, and someone said they didn't know what it was about, but on the other hand, Miss Tata was silent about it. Most people are more inclined to believe in the consistent and reliable Miss Fairy, and privately think that the captain is a pervert, and even has a bad idea of Miss Fairy.

Azure had curiously asked Sylvid what she meant, but Miss Fox was just smiling and perhaps even wagging her tail so happily that one could not guess what she was thinking.

After about a few minutes, people saw the processed picture.

Underneath the post by the ID titled 'Miss Fairy of Mr. Knight', it's just a simple line of text:

'Flame Thorns-'

People had never seen anything like it before, and the golden red fire grew from the forest, and through the extended exposure, it was like a series of intertwined lines, and they were clustered with each other, as if they were a golden jungle.

Above the golden thorns, the staggered lines cut through tiny points of light, almost imperceptible, only faintly chirping at the moment of being struck—when these flashes joined together, they formed the most desperate scene in the night sky.

In the midst of splendor and brilliance, the light of destruction.

After a few more moments, there were more posts on the community, and some of the videos, although very shaky and not clear, still allowed people to see the scene from a different angle. As golden light flashed from above the forest in an instant, it formed a staggered web of light, each light covering at least one target.

Those structures that had been dissected by the high temperature, still flickering with the residual heat of the flames, dispersed in mid-air, and then fell down, sprinkled one after another, like light dust.

"Hmph, if you can broadcast live, so can we." The dwarf watched the flames in the night sky go out, muttered and dragged the light screen, grabbed his axe stuck in the snow, and gestured with his other hand to change the tag for the post 'HD, First View, Witness', and ticked the charge item.

Not far away, an 'eye' on the tree slightly enlarged, Fang Yu couldn't help but smile, shook his head, and did not hesitate to cut this picture into the live broadcast. Above the community, the people who noticed this scene had already laughed out loud: "Hahaha, this guy is too interesting." ”

"Profiteers!"

"But isn't it more interesting to be the people who broadcast the live?"

"It's a betrayal of your teammates."

Unfortunately, a certain dwarf had no idea about this.

But compared to the live broadcast, those who were still there could see this scene more clearly - Bard Black Feather held the hilt of his sword, motionless, like a stone statue, and his heavy eyes stared at the staggered light in the distance, like a fleeting golden sword, piercing into the night sky through the hand of the sword bearer.

He looked at the tiny specks of light that had fallen into firelight, and thought of the battle that had taken place not long ago, the beams of red light that rained down like the verdict of doom.

But I didn't expect that they really have the ability to attack with precision-

Then this is no longer as simple as the attack module of the Annihilator.

An answer is already on the horizon.

"Thorin Star!?"

The sound of trembling was coming from among the black-clad craftsmen.

"Where did he get this ......?"

"Could it be that the Witch of the Dragon ......?"

"How is this possible!"

Bard Black Feather stared at the extinguished star, turned around, and snatched the crystal from the stunned Coalition official. The latter was slightly stunned before he reacted, "This crystal records the previous information?" Bard asked, looking at him, and he nodded, "Go find another crystal." ”

"Wait."

But the caretaker ignored it, put away the crystal, and turned to walk towards the camp. Behind him, the black-clad craftsmen still hadn't recovered from their previous shock, but only professional instinct prompted them to ask each other how many available 'resources' they had left:

"Guys, how many clockwork goblins do we have?"

"It's all gone."

"But I still have a few more."

"What should we do if the other party really has the Star of Thorin?"

"Do you want to continue?"

But it was the leading craftsman who reacted, and said loudly, "Everyone, whether it is the Star of Thorin or not," his voice suddenly trembled slightly, and there was a faint uneasiness in his gray eyes—as if he remembered the legends in his memory, the rows of 'stars' suspended in the dark space, juxtaposed with each other, shimmering with a cold light.

He couldn't help but remember the legends that his mentor had told him, death, destruction, and everything about the Dominator—but that was fourteen years ago, when he was still young. And at that time, in the battle known as the 'Battle of Byrne', he and his mentor had never been so afraid when they faced the old adversaries from the ivory tower.

However, he recalled the experience at that time, and only remembered the flexible construction that covered the sky and the sun, the magic guide structure, and his mentor's calmness in the face of the pressure of the army, and forced himself to calm down.

He took a slight breath and ordered everyone, "But the number he controls is not enough to use the 'Scepter of the Firmament', there is nothing to fear, we still have a numerical advantage-"

He waved his hand vigorously: "Spread out left and right first, to ensure that we don't lose this battlefield." Listen, you need to overcome your fears, I guess those Thorin stars were just obtained by accident, and the methods he uses may not really know their secrets......"

Such words soothed people's hearts a little-

Another clockwork elf rose from the camp and flew over the battlefield. And in the night sky there, the 'Fairy Wall', which had been attacked by the first round, was slowly disintegrating under people's comments. At this moment, from the upper part of the picture, one can see a dense structure arranged in a huge rectangle, which is no longer able to maintain its shape, and is scattering in all directions.

"Is that the Wall of Fairies?"

It was as if someone had just discovered the scene in mid-air.

Someone made a laughing and crying expression: "There are a lot of craftsmen on the side of the Crow's Claw Temple, they won't really be defeated by one person, right?" ”

"It can't be helped...... You've seen ...... too."

"Is that really a clockwork goblin?"

"But a clockwork elf can attack too!?"

But people more or less remembered the battle two days earlier: "It seems that he did use such a hand at that time, but didn't he say that it was something similar to the attack module of the Annihilator?" ”

"And they say it's the work of a troupe of craftsmen, what do you say now?" (Helpless expression)

"Now the question is, is this really his own control?"

It's just that such questions are destined to go unanswered.

Fang Yu had already regained his attention and was looking up at the sky, but of course he couldn't see what was going on in the night sky a few kilometers away.

But at that moment, there seemed to be a realization in his heart, as if a tall, mane-like lion paladin was standing beside him at this moment, lit his pipe, and silently looked at the dark shadows of the Longxiao Mountains—the bitter cold wind blowing from the northern mountain passes, which had already told him the answer.

What can a normal clockwork elf do when faced with battle elves? The answer is that there is nothing to do but to flee. But how to escape, for most black-clothed craftsmen, is a subconscious answer, in the way they are most accustomed to and what they are best at. And this answer is actually similar to most ordinary people.

It's just that for Fang Yuan, it was a route that had been deduced countless times in his mind - he raised his head, and the direction of his gaze at this moment was the direction in which the clockwork fairies had fled—above the clouds.

They can't go down, they have to go up, and the clouds are a good place to hide. Fang Yu raised his right hand slightly, the light of the bonfire was being blown by the north wind, and his shadow was also slanted on the city wall, and the light and shadow flowed between his fingers, outlining every detail of the 'Pride of the Lone King'.

In the distance, Sylvid was filming the scene with a recording crystal.

And in the eyes of all onlookers, it is a serious fragmentation of the picture. On the left side, the picture is climbing upward, and on the right side, a twinkling, dark red star is slowly rising above the silent forest.

Everyone held their breath.

They never imagined that the clockwork elf could be so beautiful.

But why this form?

Variant?

When this star fell on the black-clothed craftsmen, it was a completely different picture, "They have caught up!" "Fortunately, they are not necessarily faster than us, as long as they reach the clouds, we still have a chance." ”

At the moment, this is a big opportunity. The speed of those 'Thorin Stars' was not much faster than the average clockwork elf, and the other side released less than half of them - when they reached the clouds, and then scattered under the cover of the clouds, the other party would not be able to catch up anyway.

But the north wind from the Longxiao Mountains seemed to suddenly become a little stronger.

The wind in the sky blew the dark clouds apart, revealing tiny gaps between the blackened clouds, but not starlight.

It seemed that all of a sudden, the black-clothed craftsmen's hands shook slightly, and the guide rails that were turning rapidly seemed to slow down all of a sudden, and they all looked up in unison, wearing goggles, but their faces suddenly showed a look of disbelief.

Needle drops can be heard.

Both in real and virtual communities.

Fang Yu raised his hand and pressed it down gently.

What people see is a shimmering dark red star, slowly passing through the thick clouds, from above the troposphere, like a meteorite, falling to the ground.

It was a shallow, dim, red line that was running from the sky to the forest, and at the end of each line was a delicate structure clad in streamlined armor. In their dark and dull video crystals, there was a little red glow, staring at the vast land.

with them, the enemy.

The dense starlight has exceeded the total number of troops invested by the two warring sides.

People watched this scene in amazement, as if they had lost the ability to speak, but it was just an instinct that prompted them to frantically count in their heads: one, two, three...... VII. VII......

11.12......

Thirty......

Forty......

They quickly counted it, but they didn't really need to count it anymore, was it a hundred, or two hundred? But what's important?

The point is –

"What the hell is this?"

The professional analyst of Steel was also stuck in the face of this scene.

An ID called Fantasy lit up in the live broadcast room at this moment, and Bainbridge just followed his habit of entering the forums of each major competition area on the first day of the week to collect some detailed information. It's just that when he clicked on the layout of the third division, he couldn't help but be surprised by the number of posts in it.

While Division 3 has always been the most followed of the major regions, generally speaking, the number of hot posts does not reach this order of magnitude. He keenly felt that something was happening, and subconsciously found the post that had the most replies and followers, and clicked on it.

And the moment he clicked in, Bainbridge was stunned.

He looked at it for a long time before turning around and touching his companion with his elbow: "You'd better come and see this." ”

FOX put down the half-made construct and looked back at the lead analyst on their team. His gaze swept over the light screen that had been set up to be visible in front of him, and moved slightly, each competition area has its own different layout, as a competition area, the style of the third competition area he still recognizes at a glance.

On the other side, a blonde young man who didn't sit at all also looked over to this side, and when he saw the picture on the light screen, he couldn't help but sneer: "Bainbridge, why did you go to those squinting places again." ”

FOX turned his head and gave the latter a stern look. The blonde young man was stunned and hurriedly raised his hand, indicating that he had just made an unintentional mistake. "If you say something like that in public," Bainbridge replied blandly, "the boss can kick you out of the team tomorrow." ”

"Okay, okay, I was wrong." The young man replied with a nonchalant expression.

"What is this?" He asked, pointing to the image again.

But no one paid any attention to him.

FOX only glanced at the live broadcast, and a hint of surprise flashed across his face: "Something interesting." ”

"It's ......"

The two glanced at each other and said in unison: "Margin." ”

The young man heard it in a fog, but seeing that he could not get a response from the two of them, he snorted softly, got up, and walked out of the room.

FOX didn't care, and replayed the scene back and forth twice, his gray eyes flashing with doubt. "Who is this?"

Bainbridge looked inside and outside the post and shook his head - although there was a translation, it could not solve the cultural differences and popular words, and he could not tell who was saying what for a while without understanding the 'meme'. "I don't know, but it's ......"

"Quick Tactics."

FOX has recognized it.

Quick Tactics.

With her head in her hands, she lay a little relaxed on the hammock, dangling from one side to the other, looking up at the scene above the screen, the smile on her lips becoming more and more obvious. "Learned, little one, it's a pity that it's a little weird, who taught these details to change? How nondescript. ”

She squinted her eyes slightly, turned her head sideways, and looked out of the porthole at the calm, moonlit sea of clouds.

Most of the people in the community, the moment the hundreds of 'Scourge Stars' scattered around, had actually recognized that famous tactic, and that tactic was the only one that could command so many constructs in a short period of time.

But in fact, these details are no longer important in the eyes of most people, because when the overwhelming dark red stars pass through the clouds and slowly descend, all words lose their meaning. At that moment, the black-clothed craftsmen who looked up their heads saw nothing more than an apocalyptic landscape.

Resistance has lost its meaning.

"They actually have a regiment of artisans?"

"But are there really so many people who would manipulate Thorin Star?"

Either guess is unacceptable.

Only FOX had the same look on his face as he pointed to the replay and said, "Did you see that?" He couldn't actually control so many clockwork elves, but while two-thirds of the clockwork elves were falling in a straight line, the other one-third of the clockwork elves were adjusting their direction. It's just that the interval between his switches is very short, which proves that he is extremely skilled in considering the margin, and the hovering and direct navigation of the single movement of the clockwork goblin can be used in his hands. ”

"It's easy to say, but it's very complicated to actually use, especially with such a large scale of control. If you don't pay attention, or react too slowly, some of the clockwork elves will deviate far away, and it will take you more energy to adjust. This traps the manipulator in a vicious circle, and the end result is that all the clockwork elves are in shambles. ”

"What do you mean?" Bainbridge asked, "He didn't make a single mistake?" ”

"There may have been some minor mistakes, but he adjusted quickly and it didn't hurt."

FOX turned around and asked, "What kind of show is this?" ”

He couldn't figure out what it meant for one person to control so many clockwork goblins. The above operations are of course nothing to him, but generally speaking, the confrontation between clockwork fairies often takes place between artisan groups. With a master of this level of operation, how can he waste time on this?

Isn't it fragrant to use a pseudo-dragon knight or the main structure to directly defeat the opposite side to the ground?

Bainbridge shook his head, he had just entered the live broadcast room, and it was not clear what was going on.

It's just that the next moment, the two of them bounced up from their seats in unison and shouted, "What the fxxk? ”

On that screen, a golden rain of light was falling from the sky.

What is this?

For the first time, the Grey King had a sense of confusion in his mind.

The leader of the black-clothed craftsmen took a heavy step back, and the magic guidance on the thick gloves suddenly dimmed, and the magic furnace let out a beep, and a magic storage crystal inserted there cracked with a 'click'.

His face was slightly pale, and even his gloved hand was trembling from time to time, and he raised his hand tremblingly, removed the goggles on his head, and threw them aside. Because it was already pitch black in the field of vision, it was actually meaningless to wear this thing again.

He looked back and saw that most of the team behind him, almost everyone was doing the same thing. And there are some people who are actually just frozen there and not moving. He opened his mouth, his throat was a little dry, and he couldn't make a sound, he never thought that the team he led would lose so badly in front of a young man.

Of course, that's just a Clockwork Elf confrontation. If he were face to face, he thought he still had the strength to fight, he had other constructs, and decades of experience, but to say that he was only trying to save some unnecessary pride. He knew in his heart that a loss was a loss, no matter what it was.

But the only good news is that the other side really doesn't seem to have mastered the true use of the 'Thorin Star'.

"Shrink your defenses, and give up on the scouts."

Bard Black Feather's voice came from afar, as if it wasn't surprised by all this. Holding the crystal in his hand, he looked at the craftsmen, wizards and knights under his command, and said lightly: "The scouts on the front line are still about a tarriake after the resurrection, and they may be able to bring us back some first-line information, but before that, after leaving this camp, our perception of the outside world is just waiting for a blind man." ”

He pointed in other directions: "Go and prepare for defense, wherever they intend to attack." At the same time, a second group of scouts will be sent, and if we cannot grasp the initiative on the battlefield, then we will exchange our lives for time. Keeping in touch with other camps, I need to get first-hand information. ”

Everyone nodded, and the officials of the alliance were silent, and for a moment it seemed that the entire camp was a little silent. In the darkness of the night, they lost the initiative, which meant that they might need to be passive next.

On this side of the mountain line, there are a total of three Grey Knight's camps, from east to west - the central camp is where their main force is, and the army led by Mofein and another Raven Knight on the left and right may not be able to easily defend against the sudden attack of the other side.

Especially when it is impossible to predict from which direction the attack will come.

What's more, no one dares to move easily until they get the real news. For in any case, it is much safer to defend the camp than to fight in the darkness of the night. But in this way, there is a vacuum between them to support each other for at least half an hour or so, and during this time, they are tantamount to losing the superiority in troops.

It may even be at a disadvantage.

Bard Black Feather silently shook the hilt of his sword, realizing in his heart that this was the other party's strategy. But he didn't say anything, and after countless conflicts and strife, even a veteran who survived the war fourteen years ago, he had reason to believe that he could still seize the victory.

The community fell silent for a moment.

Most people, or rather, almost all of them, didn't see the 'margin' technique used by Fang Yu in the time of multiple controls.

They are still imagining, is it a hundred, or two hundred?

But how is that possible?

How did he do it?

In fact, people have not yet recovered from the huge shock, and they do not know what the army of constructs that fell from the sky means. But everyone can't help but put themselves in the middle of it, and what if they control such an army?

The shocking image, even if you just imagine it, is enough to make people shudder. Most of the Super Athletic League viewers actually just need a 'hero' who can substitute for them - and the rising stars in the night sky only make them feel like they are seeing it at this moment.

That's what they need, heroes who help the tide of the world. Although it was just an assumption, despite the aging of the first generation, Division 3 has really been silent for too long.

The anticipation in people's hearts is so urgent that they lose the desire to discuss it for a while.

In Miya's group, there were only a few people in a row:

“666。”

That feeling of discerning people made the wolf girl smile very happily.

After the rain of golden light fell, the forest was completely silent.

There was no such exciting battle on the screen, only the occasional faint voice came from inside, but it was not explaining to them, but just informing them of the location of the scouts on the side of the Ravental Sanctuary. And those coordinates are relative to the position of the redeemed side, and in the darkness of the picture, the people of the Ravental Temple and even the alliance cannot know where the redeemed side is, and therefore cannot notify their own people to avoid it.

What's more, even if you know, you can't do anything about it.

Only the constant falling, a great sense of fear enveloped every Scout of the Grey Knights on the front line, who could never detect where the enemy was, and attacks often only came from unexpected places. Eventually, the fear turned into a breakdown, and the scouts of the Ravental Sanclaw were no longer willing to fight, and began to flee.

The gray knight's perception and sense of touch on the front line are fading little by little.

The forest was plunged into darkness, and the hunters who hid within watched their prey quietly.

For about half an hour, no news came, and no one knew where the forces of the ransomed had been.

Everyone waited silently for news, but sometimes silence was also a kind of fear, especially when one side was under more invisible pressure. There have been several times when Bard Black Feather has planned to put his hands down, but he can consider whether to overwhelm the whole army, and it is better to take the initiative to attack Grey Owl Town at this time?

But reason made him understand that this was a terrible idea, and that perhaps the other party was waiting for them to leave the camp and then deliver them a fatal blow from the darkness. He is not afraid to bear losses, but the chaos brought by the darkness can sometimes be the last straw that breaks the camel's back.

From the previous battle, he realized that the other party was not without the strength to fight.

The officers of the Union walked back and forth a few times, but no one paid attention to him - he did not know if the real war was like this, so anxious. He almost hallucinated as if he had seen the attackers simply disappear into the vast expanse of snow, wandering silently, waiting for a chance to kill them with a single blow.

He shook his fist.

But most people are still holding their breath.

"This is a topographical map of the northern generation of Greyowl Town, everyone, the battle should be in the area of the Smuggler's Woods."

After being silent for a while, Steel's chief engineer moved a web map from nowhere and put it under the post. He drew a circle on it with his tool and explained, "...... It's unclear where the rannohin's side is at the moment, but judging by the distance, they shouldn't have entered the attack position yet. ”

"If I were on the side of the Ravental Temple, I would have sent a wave of scouts. Using the method of consuming a little starlight, exchanging human lives for intelligence, I believe that most commanders will make this choice.

"If I'm not mistaken, they should be fighting a second wave of scouts."

In fact, it's pretty much the same.

It's just that this time Fang Yu turned off the team voice during the live broadcast, and he was about to start looking for a chance to kill with one hit.

There was a quarter-hour lag for the Ravenclaw Sanctuary side to get the news.

By the time the resurrected scouts had come out of the altar and traded their lives for the last-minute tray of information, the Grey Knights began to mark the route of their opponent's movements on the map, but with the red lines, the map gradually increased. Everyone's face became a little ugly.

There is no effective information at all in the line section of the east and west, which is obvious, the other party has already known their plan, and has crushed them from the transfer. The staff knight slammed his fist on the sand table, smashing it so that the sand table shook a little, "They are at least divided into more than twenty squads, and there must be one or more main forces among these squads, but we can't be sure at all." ”

"The other party may even be able to effectively command everyone, the other party's multi-control ability, you also saw it just now......"

Everyone was silent.

Bard Black Feather wasn't surprised, he tapped the ground with the hilt of his sword and replied, "Wait, send another wave of scouts." In addition, two teams of scouts were sent in their direction towards Femoen. ”

But before he could finish speaking, suddenly a herald hurriedly walked over: "Lord Warden, we have lost contact with Lord Femoon. ”

The wind swept the campfire with a low crackling sound.

……

The snow shines brightly among the pine forests.

But on the ridgeline far from the direction of the battlefield, near the smuggler's ridge, it was rarely thought that someone would bypass them to this direction. Moreover, it is obviously much easier to spot the march along the ridgeline than in the dark forest valley.

It's just that at this moment, there are still a few imperceptible shadows walking through the mountains and forests. Most of them wore long cloaks, the outfits of rangers, and the off-white cloaks provided good cover for the crowd in the snow. Moreover, there were only a dozen or so people in this group, and few people noticed this direction when everyone's attention was drawn to the previous battle.

Not to mention the steep mountain wall, which also provides strict protection for the Grey Knights in this direction.

But the men quickly stopped, and took out the contents of their arms one after another, and placed them on the ground. They all looked back at a young man with slightly curly hair and an alchemist's coat—but the neckline was only four silver stars.

"White Moon, it's your turn."

The young man took a breath, nodded, and placed his hand on the gray crystals. Flickering doors of light unfolded, revealing silver structures with limbs like blades from behind, silently kneeling in place, their elegant forms complementing the quiet forest.

The young man looked at the constructs with some amazement, he had heard of their great names before, but this was the first time he had seen them with his own eyes:

Able Angel.

Silver Vislan's exclusive alternate build.

"Send a message to Mr. Ed." The rangers looked at this scene and spoke.

But in the middle of the silence of the woodland, a quiet voice came: "No need. ”

Everyone looked up, a little surprised, at the fairy lady who was suspended in mid-air, glowing all over her body. "Demons, goblins, ......?" Bai Yue looked at this scene and shouted in surprise.

"I'm Tata-Thumb-Morningstar, the scholar of the Silver Tower," Miss Fairy said, holding up a hand, "you can call me Tata." Her eyes flashed with a silver glint - the silver costumes that were half-kneeling on the ground also shone with the same brilliance in their eyes, and she slowly stood up in the midst of everyone's incredulous gaze.

……

Luo Yu was also getting up.

He shook off the snow from his body, and they had been in this place since hours ago, and the battle behind him had almost nothing to do with them. But Sky Blue had already set up the circle, so he raised his staff and walked to the side of the circle—and looked up at the box and Miss Naturalist.

Kita took a light breath and nodded at him. "I'm ready, Luo Yu."

"I'm fine too." The box replied rarely.

Then the two of them stepped forward in unison and walked to the top of the circle. Azure stepped back a little curiously, clapped her hands, and looked at them.

Luo Yu silently lowered his head, and used the end of his staff to draw an easy-to-understand symbol on the snow—that symbol was the most basic skill in the eyes of any spellcaster. And to match it is its well-known name - Collar Spell, Activate Runes.

A bright light spread from the feet of the elemental envoy, following the curve of the circle, connecting to Kita and the chest. Twelve runes lit up at the feet of the two of them in turn, and through these runes, more warlocks and elemental messengers came to assist them in the distance.

The staff in everyone's hand lit up slightly, and at that moment, Luo Yu raised his elemental staff.

In the distance, in the snowy mountain col, there was a camp lit with fire.

A gray aura spread out from the young elementals, spreading out at a speed unimaginable, like ripples in the air. The ripples spread wider and wider, until the light of the fire, which was thousands of miles away, enveloped it together.

And it was at that moment that some connection between the Aetheric Sea and the material world was broken for a while.

In the Grey Knight's camp, Femoen looked up in a daze, and then his face became very ugly.

He grabbed the herald beside him and shouted:

"We've lost communication with the Warden, send scouts out immediately, the more the better!"

……