There were more and more people gathering in the valley, which seemed like a grand event was held around the huge barrier. When the crowd gathered, people naturally took action to test the barrier from time to time, but their strength was not worth mentioning compared to the previous three top teams.

It might be a little trouble at the beginning, but gradually Jita became calm and calm. She made the barrier look like it was gradually weakening with time. When people discovered this, they gave up on temptation.

After all, there is not only the barrier here to deal with, and everyone present may be a potential opponent.

The crowd gradually became clear, forming several groups and forces of all sizes, and there was a good show of joining each other.

Considering that it would take one or two days for the barrier to dissipate, the imperial conscripts cut down trees and set up camps here, and the valley was full of liveliness, but the mimetic stone-shaped creatures living here were in trouble and encountered a catastrophe.

Tianlan frowned and hugged his little hands to look at the scene, "So many people have come, what Brother Ed said is not true. They are really planning to attack us, right?"

"It's very likely," Adni, who had just boarded the boat, also raised her head from a bunch of gear sets, and wiped the oil on her face with the back of her hand. "I think Mr. Ed's inference is quite accurate. If the barrier is still a day or two, those people will have nothing to do if they stay here... Based on my understanding of the Saint Selected Ones of the Empire, hum..."

“Will we be the most conspicuous target?”

Adni shrugged.

"But when will they do it?"

"When they discuss an agenda-"

...

A dim light emanates from the magic light hanging from the tent.

Ronos looked at the people in front of him, some of whom were hidden in the shadow of the light, and most of them were familiar faces - from the second and third branches of the club, the person in charge, the leader or deputy leader, was chatting towards him:

"How could there be a really obelisk?"

"Isn't that just a rumor, what about the Pirate King's secret treasure?"

"The rumors also have credibility, otherwise how could they be groundless?"

"Yeah, there must be a reason it has spread in this area."

"But is it such a coincidence?"

"Enough!"

Ronos rubbed his eyebrows and interrupted everyone.

Of course, he knew that the reason why these people questioned was not because of the Obelisk itself, but because of making excuses to doubt whether the Falcon Group had the ability to lead them. After all, the Seahawk Feather was just a branch, and was considered to be on par with the people in the second and third guilds.

"Don't they know that the most important thing at the moment is not who leads whom?" He couldn't help thinking, "Which one, AOA or Enigma, is not a ready-made trouble, let alone an opponent with unknown strength."

His eyes couldn't help but look through the tent toward the silhouette above the giant tree.

What can I do if I am with these insects? It’s better to join forces with AOA and Enigma, but he can’t do it. Seahawk Feather is a subordinate branch under the CE club. How can he join forces with outsiders in front of his own?

Ronos sighed, feeling a little tired, and several moths were flying up and down the magic lights, casting a shadow between the tents, which seemed to hang in his heart.

He actually felt a little uneasy - he always felt that things were too coincidental.

But the dispute involved too much energy, making him unable to distract himself from thinking about it carefully.

"The obelisk was discovered by the Falcon Group. You naturally have to obey my arrangements. If you have any opinions, you can ask the headquarters. I obey all the arrangements of the headquarters."

He looked at everyone:

"The Falcon Group has also verified the authenticity of that barrier. I don't want to waste time with you. Now we have to consider how to join forces against others. AOA and Enigma can be regarded as our old opponents."

Everyone calmed down.

Of course they would not make any requests to the headquarters, the result was destined - the importance of the obelisk was self-evident, and how could the people at the headquarters support them in the play of fighting for power and profit here?

"But AOA and Enigma people are not not allowed to cooperate," Ronos said with his hand, slamming the bugs flying around the lights. "There are too many noises here. We, Prometheus and S.O.L.I.D are the best guilds in the first division. How can we allow others to get a share of the pie? We still have a common language in this matter."

"You mean to clear the market with the AOA and Enigma first?"

Ronos was about to say something, and walked into the tent alone and spoke out: "Sir, everyone, Prometheus sent a message."

"Prometheus, Enigma?"

Ronos asked back.

The man nodded.

Others are quieter. Although Enigma represents only a team of more than 2,000 on the rankings, it is Fog's subordinate team, which is affiliated with the Prometheus Guild. The other of the three companies, AOA, belongs to the S.O.L.I.D Alliance.

Ronos asked again: "What, what did they say?"

"They think the situation here is too chaotic, and even the unknown small teams dare to participate. Enigma won't share the obelisk with those people," the man said. "They asked us for our opinion."

"This is not a pillow for sleeping." Someone said, "that of course it's promise to them."

"No--"

Ronos interrupted the man: "What about Marshall? What do he think? It's impossible that he hasn't contacted the Gray Wolf's group?"

Everyone knows that Marshall is the leader of the AOA, and the communications officer nodded, "The leader of the AOA and the people of Enigma have different opinions. They believe that in addition to us and those people, there are also third-party forces in the valley."

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content later! "... Moreover, the people in AOA seem to be very afraid of the Dragon Alchemist."

Ronos felt relieved, and he actually felt this vaguely in his heart, and the shadow hanging on his heart could not be removed.

But after hearing this analysis by the AOA people, he settled down. "I heard that before arriving in the valley, the Enigma people had already fought with the people on the ship. Why, they had no idea? And they were so kind and took the initiative to extend an olive branch to us. As far as I know, the Gray Wolf is not such a person?"

"This..." The communication officer hesitated for a moment: "Then what the leader of the group means is, I'll refuse first?"

"No," Ronos shook his head, "of course accept it, tell them I have an offer."

He said, looking at the others.

There was a silence in the tent. The reason why the Falcon Group ranked first among these teams today is that in addition to the efforts of the former leader, he naturally also had his decision.

...

Alisa leaned against the side of the boat and yawned. She felt a little sleepy, but she didn't dare to close her eyes at this time.

Miss Nightingale was squinting her eyes slightly, and she looked a little lazy, but her eyes quickly flashed, and she looked at the distance and cheered up, "They are here."

"Who?" Tianlan asked.

Alisa said lightly, "Of course they are cannon fodders."

"cannon fodder?"

The poet looked towards the valley in confusion. I don’t know whether it was the light of the bonfire in the woods that had overwhelmed the starlight or entered the last moment before dawn. The starlight in the sky disappeared, and it was pitch black, making the valley covered with a thick and dark night.

But she still saw someone coming from that direction, not AOA, Falcon Group and Enigma, but rather those scattered organizations and forces. They seemed to finally be unable to hold back and wanted to attack the Qihai Traveler.

Tianlan was confused when he saw it and couldn't help asking: "Sister Alisa, what puzzle are you fighting? Why can't I understand?"

"Look at these people," Alisa pointed out the clearly divided teams. "How could they know that our existence is AOA, the Falcons and the Enigma people told them that the Seven Seas Brigade did not hang its name on the signboard."

"Ah, I understand," Miss Poet, although lazy, she is smart, and she is very clear. "It's Gray Field and S.O.L.I.D who want to use them to test us."

"But are they really that stupid? Can't you tell that they are cannon fodder?" She blinked. "These guilds are not unfamous organizations. Although they rank lower, they are at least the top ten or even top twenty in the first division."

"The first division is different from us and you. The Matthew effect in the top three guilds is too obvious. The value of their top ten guilds is completely different from ours," Alisa replied. "Of course, the others are actually not invisible, but they only have this choice."

"They all know that Gray Field and S.O.L.I.D, Prometheus's men would not let them get involved in the obelisk, but we are a real benefit. The Empire has issued a sky-high reward order for the Seven Seas Traveler."

"What's more, maybe there are people who are thinking of muddling the water," she said: "No one here is a fool, everyone has their own thoughts."

Tianlan couldn't help but sigh: "It's too complicated."

"What's this?" Alisa's lips curled up, "Little Sky Lan, you should pay more attention to the community, that's a wonderful place, the intrigue between the big guilds."

"I don't like that."

Our poet lady thought of her experience of staying in the twelve-colored iris and shook her head.

She asked again, "What about us, just watch it?"

"Of course not, I have to take action," Alisa said in a bit of serious tone, "and she had to kill these people cleanly and neatly without any delay, otherwise -- the trouble would be great."

She bent her index finger and gently tapped the bulkhead:

"Did you hear it, our Captain."

The voice patterns spread throughout the hull like running water, and were transmitted to the control center on the ship along the sound guide tube. Tata raised his head, and couldn't help but smile in his eyes, and he conveyed this sentence to someone a few miles away.

Fang Yu smiled, pushed up his goggles, stood up with a long body, turned his head to look towards the dark night sky-the boy raised his right hand, pulled a purple light from his wrist to his fingertips, and the invisible ether seemed to have traveled endless distance at that moment, and ordered him-

convey to those distant mechanical hearts.

The combat craftsmen released countless shining components, like stars in the sky, flying towards the Seven Seas Traveler.

After several discussions, the imperial conscripts still chose the most traditional way to start the battle - the dialogue between the clockwork fairies.

For centuries, such reconnaissance methods have often been the cheapest, and at the beginning of a war, thousands of clockwork elves were thrown into it. The craftsmen from both sides talked in this way, like two silent giants, looking at each other in a silence, carefully considering the degree of danger of their opponents.

But this time.

The results are somewhat different.

A brilliant light appeared in the sky again, like silver light scattering across the sky, and the rainy steel formed golden and red lines - like a giant claw swinging across the sky, or an invisible wall that was airtight.

Those magnificent and spectacular patterns emerged in people's eyes and were fleeting, while the imperialist clockwork fairies fell like rain.

Marshall, with his hands in his pockets, looked at this scene from afar. He turned around and showed a look of "as it is". Behind him, two combat craftsmen affiliated with AOA also watched this scene, their throats unconsciously shaking and swallowed.

The gray wolf suddenly stood up from his position. He was stunned for a moment and wanted to sit back, but he froze in the air again, and then he found that everyone was watching the scene happening.
To be continued...