Psychedelic deep forest. It is known for its lush vegetation, shrubs, and inaccessible to people. Among them, all kinds of rare beasts and all kinds of twisted and strange trees and flowers are the most talked-about. It is precisely because of these strange and mysterious things that it has also become a paradise for adventure, and it is widely recorded in adventure stories.

At this moment, a group of people gathered under an ancient dark red tree with bark that looked like an old man's face, a twisted trunk, and colorful leaves.

The three of them hugged the huge trunk of the tree, blocking the view of the army in the rear that was ready to go, and at the same time masking their discussions.

"How's the battle going?"

Hao Meng did not answer Lancelot's question, but stood in the center of the crowd with his right hand outstretched. A spherical ball of light can be seen hovering above his right hand. The light distorted and converged, and gradually became a battlefield.

According to him, this is a device that is compatible with the previous metal light sphere, and remote monitoring can be implemented. It is only necessary to place the device in a designated place in advance, and the screen cannot be moved, only a radius of several hundred meters around the device. In addition, the equipment is easily damaged and consumes a lot of energy, so it is not ideal for long-term monitoring.

When he introduced the ball of light during the discussion, most people listened to it in a fog, and only gave a thumbs up to praise the magic of the Eastern method. Hao Meng didn't seem to care too much, after all, it was reasonable that the other party couldn't understand it. However, what he didn't know was that Zheng Ming, who was watching from the sidelines, understood his words and understood the meaning.

"Sure enough...... Technology? What exactly is a 'player'? ”

Just as Zheng Ming touched his chin and groaned, everyone who gathered in groups to watch the projection exclaimed in surprise.

"It's a wizard! I didn't expect them to have wizards! They are at least a medium-sized or above tribe. ”

"Look at that bald man with a totem tattoo all over his body. He must be the patriarch of this group. Killing those monsters is as easy as killing chickens. ”

"This is a griffon, right? I don't remember last time, huh? There are such strong monsters here! ”

"Look at this giant python with fleshy wings! It flew towards the bald man. It actually entangled him! ”

"It's so strong."

The sound of everyone gasping kept coming, and Zheng Ming hurriedly stepped forward.

Seeing Zheng Ming approaching, the wool curly young man who had seen it with relish before frowned slightly, and took a step back quietly.

The small groups that were familiar with each other gathered into a small circle, and these small circles formed a slightly sparse circle around Hao Meng. And because of Zheng Ming's addition, this large circle fluctuated as a whole like a lake with stones. They shortened the distance between each other, leaving Zheng Ming alone.

Due to the closer distance between each other, the empty spaces on both sides of Zheng Ming became more and more conspicuous, highlighting its whole person. This can also see Zheng Ming's situation here. If Arthur hadn't come to its side at the right time, it would have seemed a little lonely to others.

For the alienation that even a fool can see that these people show, Zheng Ming himself certainly knows it. However, it didn't care much, and the isolation of the people around it in high school in its previous life made it unusually familiar with the situation.

It doesn't show a hint of timidity, nor does it show the slightest emotional swing. As long as these people don't really provoke it and encroach on its interests, it doesn't even bother to look at them. It just nodded to Arthur lightly, and then focused its attention on the ball of light in Hao Meng's hand.

The battle is raging in the picture. The vegetation on the battlefield has long since disappeared, only bare rocks and cracked land. The rocks and the earth were burned in pitch black, losing their original color. The not-so-strong looking monsters collided with the roaring Dorne soldiers. The wreckage was broken and the blood flowed.

And among the two battlefields that are stalemate, there are small battlefields that have been vacated. The strong are there to catch and fight. While these strong men are fighting, they reap a large area of life around them, and when they chase, they easily divide the battlefield into pieces.

Two of these battlefields stand out. One of them was an old man with a black cane and a hunched body. As he waved his cane, patchy particles that looked like swarms of insects and black shadows floated in the air, burrowing into the bodies of the surrounding monsters. In a few moments, the monsters shriveled up as if they had been sucked dry, and then the flesh vanished, leaving only a pile of dry bones.

It seems that the strength of the old man has attracted the attention of the beasts. The griffon, who had been slaughtering the Dornish frantically, raised its head to the sky and rushed towards the old man, and at the same time, two roars in the middle of the battlefield responded to the griffon's rush forward.

The griffin, the beast with a body like a tiger's head, a lion's limbs and a wolf's tail, and a monster that looked like a dinosaur, rushed towards the old man. Under the successive attacks of the three monsters, the old man's original terrifying killing speed slowed down.

The other battlefield is even more prominent. There is only one person and one song entangled with each other.

A bald strong man with black tattoos on his face and no trace of his original skin color was entangled and wrestled with a giant python with a blood line on his back, black on his back and a snow-white belly with his bare hands. It was obvious that the giant python was no match for the bald man head-on, but it took full advantage of whether it could fly or not, and constantly harassed and attacked the strong man, making it impossible for him to get out easily.

"This strong man is so strong. Stronger than me. The destructive power is almost as good as that of Slane, who fought before. ”

Thinking of the battle that was caused by inexplicable reasons, thinking of the man who could shatter his dragon armor ability with a few punches, Zheng Ming still felt a faint pain in his chest even after the past few months.

"It looks like the fighting will continue for some time. There is still time to do it. Do you have any comments? ”

Lancelot's voice woke up the crowd that was immersed in their thoughts. Everyone looked at each other for a while, but no one said anything.

"You've seen these images before you tell us, right? Judging by how confident you look, you should already have a draft. Let's hear it. ”

Zheng Ming suspected that if he hadn't spoken out, these people in front of him could really keep staring at each other with big eyes. So it decided to go along with Lancelot's performance.

As expected, Lancelot smiled confidently as if he had been waiting for a long time. He straightened his back and began the performance with that confident and passionate voice.

"I'm sure you've seen it from the picture. They are strong! Whether it's a monster, or a Dorn. Especially the bald man and the Dornish wizard. They are far more than we expected. I think the people who can deal with them a little bit here are Arthur, Ming, me, Kai, Gawain, and Fitz. This is still a conservative estimate based on our mutual cooperation. ”

Hearing Lancelot's confident and passionate tone utter some frustrating words, everyone present rioted.

"But!"

Lancelot raised his voice abruptly, and with a wave of his big hand suppressed the conversation of the crowd, he continued: "Don't forget, everyone. They are still fighting fiercely. And the fight without reservation consumes the most physical strength and energy. We'll just have to stay on the sidelines and wait until they're down to a single soldier before we come out and pick up the mess." When the time comes, whether the monsters win or the Dornes win, they will not be able to beat us in their weakest state......"

Lancelot was about to say something more encouraging when Kai, the White Wolf Knight, who had been silent all along, interrupted him with a calm voice.

"Easier said than done. But it's still the same question as before. How can we determine which is the best fighter? The spells of the two mages are magical, but there is no way he can transfer so many of us out of thin air, right? ”

Lancelot, who was interrupted at the end of the conversation, did not show the slightest dissatisfaction, but smiled at Kai and nodded, and continued, "You are very right. That's what I'm going to say next. With so many of us close to the battlefield, even the slightest care will be noticed by both warring sides from a great distance. So I propose ......"

Speaking of this, Lancelot glanced around at everyone present and shouted loudly: "Leave behind the large army, select only the strongest and few, and sneak into the past!" "What? You are crazy? ”

"What are we bringing these servants and adventurers for?"

"We are noble nobles. You want to put your life on the line? Still with us? ”

For a while, because of Lancelot's proposal, the young man suddenly exploded. And the civilian adventurers have also shut their mouths ...