The light turning on the crystal pendant is gradually dimming.

A hint of compassion flashed across Canghai's face, his frown loosened his brows, and he looked up at the others. "There is news from our contact officer. They entered the ruins from the southwest and also fought with a main group of the Silver Forest Spear." He held his head up and his chest was raised, his dark red silk robe emitted a soft light, and each armor scale was wiped sharply, without any stain on the belt, and the gemstones hanging on it were flashing on it.

From the moment he became a tactical analyst in the branch, many people have told him about the deeds of the three major tactical masters in China. Among them, KUN, the brigade of the Silver Forest is the weakest among the top ten guilds, but he rarely lost under his leadership. Those people were happy to talk about the other party's miraculous sense of the battlefield, but the lonely boat in the sea had long been bored. In his opinion, these people became famous only because of the times.

He naturally respected the first pioneers of Aitalia like everyone else, but he was very disdainful of his successors. He called him an ignorant generation. The era of Aitalia's wilderness has passed, and the future will surely be the world of a professional candidate like him - both talented and solid theoretical knowledge.

As for those so-called "seniuses" who seek fame, they are just a group of guys who only know how to rely on their old capital.

There are no heroes at that time, so the prince becomes famous.

The forest is full of ancient white oak. These old and dense tall trees are said to be the resting place for the souls of the Noumirin elves. The branches are lingering with each other, and the trunks seem to form an old face. Under the shadows are a piece of light pods and mimosa and alfalfa that coexists with it.

The glimmer of light reflected many faces.

Everyone was dressed similarly to his outfit, with a golden dragon embroidered on the dark red cloak, and people were waiting for his passage. But only one voice suddenly inserted: "What about the Silver Forest Spear?"

The lonely boat in the sea seemed to have been waiting for this problem. "The Silver Forest Spear is also progressing smoothly. The insider had previously reported that the 'Legend Mr.' had brought people into the ruins. However, the 'Legend Mr.' had a very sensitive sense of smell, and he seemed to ignore the two main groups on the Goregong River Beach." After that, he looked at each other proudly.

Jori looked indifferent and argued: "If you enter the ruins, you may not have to go to the A2 area. The other party is KUN, who is full-view. I suggest you be careful to sail the ten thousand-year-old ship."

Canghai Guzhou frowned and looked at the old-fashioned knight unhappily. The other party was quite old, about forty years old, with a haggard appearance, but his expression was strong, his outer robe was worn out in many parts, his hair was shampooed, and his left chest was embroidered with one gold, two silver and three ears of straps embroidered on his left chest. It was a sign that he had participated in three famous battles of the Jeffrett Red Clothing Team since its establishment and gained merits from it. The golden one represented the famous battle of the Lion.

This one is enough to make Canghai Guzhou crazy jealous. He looked at the knight's long and long palms, and he maliciously guessed in his heart that the other party could still hold the sword. The summoner's coordinating with the glorious equipment would drop sharply after the age of 35, and his reaction and energy had also crossed his peak period. Most summoners would choose to retire at this stage.

The guild left Qiaoli with the experience and stability of the veterans, but Canghai Guzhou thought it was a kind of restraint for him and felt very unhappy, so he targeted the other party everywhere.

"Where will you go if you don't go to the A2 area? Don't forget that our cannon fodders are moving towards the Dragon Knight. That 'Legendary' is not clear about the reality of the situation, unless there is another insider among us," Canghai Guzhou stared at Qiaoli and raised his voice: "No one will doubt the enemy that does not exist, and we theoretically "do not exist", Mr. Qiaoli, do you think so?"

Jori shook his head. "It's just theoretically, but it may not be true for KUN, the full sight. Assuming he is not fooled, he is completely likely to guess our intentions--there are only three ways to enter the ruins, and he can set up an ambush on the necessary path, or at least leave a line. I have seen many such cases of war, and the normality does not exist for the full sight."

Canghai Guzhou chuckled and said, "I think you understand tactics quite well, why don't you come and command?" He sarcastically said, "I guess it wasn't that timid that allowed you to obtain the golden ribbon in the Lion War, or after the same tune as the glow equipment dropped, your courage became smaller?"

His words changed the faces of most people present. The irreversible decline in tune with the glow equipment is a taboo among every caller, especially for veterans, few people will uncover scars like this.

Jori was also trembling with anger, but he finally calmed down. He turned around without any hesitation and applied a hand to the tree trunk, which turned the frost and made his palm wet. "I just warned to be cautious, and it did not hinder your command," he turned his palms and faced others. "The temperature is even lower tonight, and that thing might appear, and the situation inside the ruins will be very complicated."

"That thing will be our helper," Canghai Guzhou didn't mind at all. "Okay, I don't want to talk nonsense. Since you agree, then we act as planned. After we avoid the A2 area, we get the things and evacuate them in an orderly manner - if everything goes well, maybe the 'Legendary' will not react yet when we return to the Holy Snake."

After seeing Jori's fate, no one objected.

Only Jori looked at the young man who was talking indifferently and shook his head gently.

More people gradually walked out of the forest, wearing red hoods and triangular hats, with a white tail feather inserted into the hats. It seemed as if Louis XIII's musketeers had walked out of the scroll of history.

But these guys are the real Jeffrett's Reds-

...

Fang Zhu walked out of the forest with a look of frustration.

Quelorde stopped him: "How is it, have you found it?" Fang Yu shook his head. "Everyone asked, but it was still useless. There was nowhere to be around, unless the scope was expanded."

"There's no time," Quelorde had expected it, but he didn't expose it: "After the meeting, the subsequent troops of the Silver Forest Spear are about to arrive, we have to enter the ruins immediately."

"But what should Miss Miya do?"

"Don't care about her," Quelord handed back his backpack. "Ed, she is actually a small target, so it might be safer to stay outside."

Fang Yu was stunned for a moment, and could only agree with this statement and nodded slightly. He was not actually worried about Miya's safety. After all, this is Aitalia, but his heart was a little empty for a moment.

He originally thought this was a rare opportunity to get closer to his lover.

The remaining elves building is a moon-white exterior wall that lies across the woods, tall and straight, with wisteria and ivy leaves crawling on the walls, lush and green. Under the vines are exposed marble, with a very delicate texture, grayish white as pottery, with cracks on the surface, full of vicissitudes.

Members of the adventure team walked one by one under the wall, and the thick pine needles absorbed the foot sounds and quietly.

Only Fang Zhu stopped and raised his head. Thousands of years reflected on the wall, as if an ancient echo lingered here.

In the back, Sikape hit the back of his head with a knife: "Go quickly!" Fang Zhu had to follow the others dejectedly. The forest branches in front were growing, the minions intertwined, and the aerial roots were intertwined into a net, growing under the collapsed wall.

The others climbed up the gap, almost forty feet high. With the help of Quelorde, Fang Zhu took the initiative to climb up. If this great achievement was enough to make him excited for a while, but now he looks dull.

Seeing that he was not in high spirits, Querode patted his shoulder from behind and asked him to look back. Fang Yu was stunned for a moment before turning around panting.

The scenery in front of you is so beautiful.

As can be seen from the top of the wall, the forest extends to the horizon, with dense seas of trees connected to each other, a silver light shining like a sea like waves, under the quiet moonlight. The wind blows in the night sky, the purple cloud wall slowly heads north, and the horizon is a clear ridge line, and the moonlight appears and disappears behind the clouds.

Fang Zhu opened his mouth slightly and stared at his thoughts.

This is the world he dreams of—

He couldn't help but take a step forward subconsciously, and the emotions in his heart disappeared. But Scape hurriedly pulled the crazy guy back and scolded: "What are you nervous about? Don't you want to live anymore?"

Fang Yu realized that he had almost walked under the gap. He couldn't help but sweat in a cold sweat. He looked back and looked at Skape gratefully. Seeing this, the person next to him laughed: "This kid is the same type of person as us, Skape."

"Indeed, at this point of heartlessness," Scappe shook his head. "It's all crazy."

"After all, those who do not yearn for adventure will not come to this world, Scape."

For this answer, Scape rarely did not refute, and she looked at Lin and Hai in the distance with soft eyes.

Fang Yum agreed even more.

"What a pity, Ed just has no magical adaptability." Someone said again.

"Otherwise, he would be an amazing combat craftsman!"

Everyone started to discuss it in a slight manner, not taking the Silver Forest Spear seriously. But the joy was so sad that someone suddenly shouted: "Be careful, someone is here!" Everyone turned around and found that a small group of Silver Forest Spears appeared behind the arcade in the north.

The other party should have advanced along the corner of the ruins in the north and suddenly appeared there. They obviously discovered the people of the Dawn Star first, and a small group of gunmen walking in the front raised their guns and fired. Fang Zhu saw two rows of firelights coming out of the darkness in that direction, smoke rose, and lead bullets swept over like a sudden rain.

Someone fell into trouble at that time. Quelorde used his giant sword to block the bullets that were shooting at the square pulp, and shouted: "Stay calm, come and protect the elemental envoy and the alchemist!"

Two Dailin Dunwei carrying large shields ran over and raised their shields to block the square pulp.

There were jingling sounds on the shield surface, and Fang Zhu hurried to get his Type 7 musket, but Sikape rushed over and held him down, covering his ears and shouted loudly: "Don't move!"

Only then did Fang Yu realize his importance in the task and honestly took back his hand.

He looked back and saw that the element not far away made the long crystal in his hand emit a fluorescent light. The bullets on the wall were like rain. The archer, crossbowman and the gunman shot against the people in the Silver Forest Spear with each other's firepower. The stone chips splashed and the smoke and dust were weaving, and people fell down from time to time.

Relying on his condescending advantage, the opponent's firepower finally became less sparse after a moment.

"Seventy feet!"

Quelorde ordered calmly that the giant sword was like a silver pony in his hand, and the lead bullet was splashed with water.

The element made the shield guard in front of him sideways, and the former immediately threw the crystal in his hand forward - the long crystal seemed to drive energy, turning into a stream of light and flying between the two sides. It exploded thirty meters away, and the scattered etheric magic formed a large-scale mist, blocking the sight on both sides.

Both sides were very experienced and the shooting almost stopped at the same time.

There were only a few gunshots on the opposite side, and they quickly became silent-

Only smoke and dust floated in the night wind.

"Go away now!" Seeing this, Sikape pushed Fang Zhui from behind and stuffed a piece into his hand. Fang Zhui took it and found that it was a slow-falling structure - a very commonly used magic weapon. The attributeless crystal inside could be used three times after being charged.

"Thank you, Miss Scape."

He didn't talk nonsense, untied his huge backpack and threw it on the ground, put it on the metal box, and with his backhand, he clicked the leather tube and latch onto the magic furnace behind him. He walked to the wall briskly and glanced down. The wall was higher on this side, which was fifteen meters long.

Fang Zhu never skipped the umbrella.

But he was not afraid at all and took a step forward without hesitation. Sikape wanted to remind him to pay attention, but before he could say it, he saw this guy jumping down.

She had never seen such a bold newcomer, and she was really gritting her teeth: "This kid..."

Fang Zhu only heard the whistling sound of the wind, and suddenly there was a light click behind him, and he felt his body lightening and his falling speed suddenly slowed down. He turned around and saw a glider wing open behind the metal box. The wings were light and thin, like spider silk - but in fact he knew very well that it was a mesh-shaped etheric magic.

The magic furnace behind him was starting to get hot, and the indicator on the gloves was spinning like crazy, and the magic power was falling rapidly. This is the biggest disadvantage of the attributeless crystal - the magic reserve is too low and the output power is far from enough.

Fortunately, the slow-falling structure is just an ordinary magic weapon, and it finally landed before the magic furnace is overloaded.

He hurriedly turned off the valve, and a sound of steam that led to coolant, the scorching gas made him almost withdraw his hand, and the temperature of the core crystal began to gradually return to stability. When he looked up, the members of the adventure group were also lowering one after another, much calmer than him.

Sikape also took a wounded man and slid down the dense aerial roots. He lifted the weight easily, and came to Fang Yu in a few ups and downs, and threw his huge backpack at him.

Fang Yu quickly took the backpack.

"Don't stop, go to the ruins!" Sikape pointed in one direction, there was an elves covered with vegetation, submerged under a large area of ​​hematite ferns. Square purse nodded and crawled into the dense forest.

A crisp gunshot sounded behind him. He looked back and saw that the man from the Silver Forest Spear was rushing out of the fog and was shot back by a row of volleys. Fang Zhu did not dare to stay for too long, and separated the tall hematite feathered leaves and walked into the depths of the ruins.

Seeing his figure disappear, Scape turned around and asked others to take away the wounded.

Behind the dense forest is a street that existed after ancient times - on both sides are old and damaged buildings, the roots of towering ancient trees intertwined with moon-white stones, with lush branches and leaves, and a large number of aerial roots were spread on the ground like pipe nets, which seemed a bit cunning under the cold moonlight.

The surroundings were mysterious and quiet, with falling stones everywhere, and there were incomplete patterns on them. However, I don’t know how long I didn’t stop here, so the stones were covered with moss and cypresses. Square leopards walked through the ruins with their hands and feet. He saw that the elf arcade was always on his side and judged his direction by this.

A giant bird flew away from the towering tree canopy with its wings, frightened him, raised his head, and saw a huge Taren white-necked crow, and couldn't help but curse.

In front was a deep gully, with gravel at the bottom of the gully, which looked like part of a temple, not like it was formed naturally. However, Fang Yu looked at it and didn't think much. He didn't dare to stop and walk forward along the edge of the gully. Not long after, he found a passable "bridge". It was actually the roots of an ancient oak, spanning the trench, like an elf arch bridge.

Fang Zhu looked around. The forests far and near were lonely. There were a few mice under the ravines, shaking their plump figures under the moonlight. The Taren white-necked crow flew to somewhere now, with only the shadow of lush trees left above his head. The remains were completely submerged by vegetation. If it weren't for the remaining elves, he almost thought he had returned to the forest outside.

Then he took off his backpack, took out a roll of rope from it to tie it, and then carefully climbed up to the roots of the ancient oak with the rope, and moved it over little by little. After reaching the other side, he pulled the rope and dragged his backpack over from the bottom of the ditch.

He was so tired that he was sweating profusely after opening his backpack and checking, he found that a set of alchemy vessels were broken, including a very expensive crystal horn bottle, and the heart of the square pulp was bleeding.

He picked up the glass fragments and threw them away, and then sat there for a while. He was wondering why the others hadn't caught up with him, a broad hand suddenly pressed on his shoulder. Fang Zhu was so scared that he almost screamed. When he turned around, he realized that it was Quelorde who was silent. He and Scape rushed up at some point.

The others were behind the two, and they were rustling apart and walked out not far away.
To be continued...