Capturing the thief first is a pretty ancient and simple tactic.

One-third of the flexible structure on the battlefield moved and turned to the direction where Fang Zhu and Ye Hua were.

Ye Hua was about to change his target and deal with these flexible structures first, but Fang Zhuo, who was standing by, reached out to stop him.

"Don't worry about them, Master Ye Hua, you go and deal with those craftsmen."

The King of Rangers looked at the other party a little surprised.

But Fang Yu knew that flexible construction was just a consumable for craftsmen. He suddenly remembered the flexible construction in the warehouse he had seen in Tansnier, although it had been cleared by the sorcerers.

However, the blind followers must have prepared more than this one. Ten years, God knows how many backups they have prepared for this plan. From these craftsmen who suddenly appeared, it can be seen that the attack ten years ago may be just a preview of today's scene.

If they only kill flexible structures, they will be able to kill even if they are exhausted from magic power.

Fang Yu turned around, met the other party's gaze, and replied with confidence: "I, come and stop them."

Ye Hua was stunned and asked immediately: "How long can he stop him?"

“About one minute.”

Fang Zhu stopped for a moment and asked, "Is it enough?"

Ye Hua smiled: "That's enough."

He retracted his bow and turned to the other side, and stopped looking at the flexible structures that were climbing up the hill.

Fang Zhu also pulled his hand away, and the flexible configuration in the air entered a low-cost state, maintaining only the most basic flying ability and floating above the forest. Then he walked forward and walked downward out of the forest.

The action on this side almost immediately fell into the eyes of the craftsmen on the other side. They saw a young man walking out of the woods and just about to make some moves. But the previous voice almost immediately stopped everyone:

"Don't worry about him, don't waste time-"

"The real goal is that dragon hunter, crossing him, and directly crossing that kid!"

"He's just a bait."

But the voice suddenly came to an abrupt end.

Because in his stunned eyes, beams of light were shooting out from the bait hand in his mouth and landing in front of him. Stepping out from the unfolding light gate were two-held swordsmen with silver luster, but their silver blades had already been combined into one with their arms.

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Behind the light wall are a female swordsman with double blades arranged side by side, and a silver wall crater formed in an instant.

one two three……

…Seven, eight…

Twelve units.

Twelve powerful angels.

The commander among the craftsmen almost gritted his teeth and read this number. He seemed to no longer recognize the number Twelve. He said thousands of words and words, and now he only turned into a swear word in his heart. "It's a ghost..." But no matter whether he saw it or not, he had to give that order at this moment:

"Advance...attack, over that boy, just some strange sword-holders..."

"It's just some strange sword-holders, just crush them..."

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

Even if the energy angel in Fang Yu's hand is far inferior to the other party, it is not really possible to crush it in a moment - even if you kill twelve pigs, you have to kill it for a while, right? What's more, the energy angel in Fang Yu's hand is far from being called a "pig". What's more, the other party hesitated for a moment.

This moment of hesitation can already determine many things.

The angel can flash and launch a surprise attack. It flashes again and opens the distance. But the next moment, it will be destroyed by the opponent's attack.

But Fang Yu held down the information crystal again.

Another seven sword-holders summoned them out.

But this time, he is no longer an angel, but an ordinary Type III walker - he was funded by His Highness the Great Princess.

The walkers were also broken into pieces in an instant.

Then there are the three fearless people.

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

Finally, Orphen Gemini fell from the sky, and a loud bang, shaking the surrounding structures. Then, there was no more, because the surrounding structures seemed to have stopped for a moment, and their movements solidified - in this short half of the time, Ye Hua had already killed nearly half of the other party's craftsmen.

The rest of the people were already scared and wanted to retreat. The commander who had been hiding in the dark seemed to finally realize that things were irreversible and had to grit his teeth and issue an order.

"retreat--"

But responded to his retreat.

It is a tiny, girlish voice on the battlefield.

"Grape of the Sea of ​​Sand--"

The sound was not loud, but it seemed to have a kind of magic power, enough to pass through the entire battlefield and imprint into everyone's heart.

That was the last paragraph of "The Book of Sand", the immortal famous book of Istani, and every desert people had heard more or less the legend about that book, and the last paragraph like a nursery rhyme.

"The gravel of the sea of ​​sand, pass by time, and all this will be solidified here..."

"Fixed the thousand-year-old moonlight in Istaniya on this desert."

When the magical sound passed through the forest, the bright moon broke through the heavy dark clouds and fell on the forest.

Then the forest disappeared, forming a undulating dunes, shrubs, and vines, which retreated one after another, with only a cold moon shining on the snow-white dunes.

On the undulating sea of ​​sand, a naturalist girl, holding the ancient magic book in her hand, looked at everyone standing on this dune with a steady look—Babaltan, the king of sand, the guards, the sloping structure, Ye Hua, the square pulp, and the alchemists who were invisible in the distance——

The commander stood in the crowd from afar, watching the scene in shock.

He seemed to realize that he had made some mistake.

"Naturalist!?"

Is there a naturalist next to Babaltan, the king of sand?

But where did these people emerge?

...

The same moment.

Fang Yu finally saw clearly these alchemists, these different peers, and the rumored "fallen alchemists".

As he expected, these people also wore costumes from the earth, wrists, necks and shoulders, with more or less strange patterns, but because they were too far away, they could not be seen carefully. However, except for a few, these people, at least from their appearance, could also be seen at a glance that they were Istanis.

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

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

Obviously, the other party's outfit should not be a spoof or something. But he really couldn't figure out why he dressed like this. Could it be that he just wanted to misunderstand that they were the summoners? It seemed that there was only one possibility, but it was a bit absurd.

Because the convener would not wear this way in Aitalia.

Isn't it?
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