The dazzling fire light penetrated the night sky.

Like a golden blade.

The light shone through the copper shell of the structure, cut the silver hinge, and passed flat from the center of the core crystal. The two sides of the divided crystal reflected the scorching flames, turning slowly opposite each other and flew out in all directions. On the cut that was as flat as a mirror, the high temperature left a dark red mark on the metal, which was gradually disappearing.

The craftsmen in black windbreakers opened their mouths slightly, and the scorching light seemed to penetrate their goggles and penetrated their vision. After a white world, their vision completely turned into darkness. Some people even screamed in fear, pulled open the goggles, closed their eyes, and tears flowed.

"What is that!?"

The leader of the craftsman stopped his hand and his heart was shocked indescribable.

But at this moment, there are so many people asking this question:

"What the hell is that?"

Most people only see a fleeting golden and red light from that picture. Because the strong light even leaves a afterimage on the picture under the dark background.

The camera was still facing directly above and paused for about a few seconds - the person who observed a little more carefully before he captured the pointed cedar spire in the picture. On the night sky, it seemed that there was a dark star flashing, and it was falling from the air like glowing powder.

Far from afar, between the dark woodland, there was a sound of fragments falling to the ground in the background.

"Did you see it?"

"Did you hear it?"

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

However, above the higher airspace, a pitch-black "eye" is now like a clear crystal embedded in the streamlined shell, swaying its silver wings, and is quietly stopping below the clouds. It slightly shrinks the lens, takes the scene with a "click", and then converts it into a picture and transmits it to a system a few kilometers away.

Fang Yu looked back and saw the light of the bonfire above the battlements in the distance. He raised his left hand and used his hand to take the picture off the light screen, then dragged it into the chat bar and sent it out.

Hundreds of meters away, Alisa stood up from her position and looked at Silvede. The shipmaster seemed to understand the meaning of her gaze and asked with a smile: "Show me?"

Alisa nodded, showed the picture, and then modified it with her and Saya, and sent it to Nini, who was swaying her little tail. The fairy lady used her permission to create an account on the community, and the ID was called "Mr. Knight's Fairy Lady". 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 said for a long time that someone said he didn't know what was going on, but on the other hand, Miss Tata was unwilling to say that. Most people tend to believe in the always reliable fairy lady, and privately think that the captain is a pervert and even has inappropriate thoughts about the fairy lady.

Tianlan had curiously asked Silvede what he meant, but Miss Fox just smiled and said nothing, and might even shook her "tail" happily, making it impossible to guess what she thought.

About a few minutes later, people saw the processed image.

Below the post titled "Mr. Knight's Goblin', I simply put a line of text:

‘Flame Thorns--’

People have never seen such a scene before. Golden and red fires grow from the forest. Through extended exposure, they are like interlaced lines, which are clustered with each other, as if they are a golden jungle.

And above the golden thorns, the interlaced lines cut open a series of tiny light spots, which were almost invisible, but only emitted a faint flash of sound at the moment of being hit - when these flashes were connected, they formed the most desperate scene on the night sky.

In the splendor and brilliance, the light of destruction.

After a while, there were more posts in the community, including some videos. Although they were very shaking and not clear, they still allowed people to see the scene from different angles. When the golden light flashed from above the forest in an instant, an interlaced light network was formed, and each light covered at least one target.

The components that were cut open by high temperature still flashed with the residual heat of the flames, dispersed in the air, and then fell down, sprinkling one after another, like light dust.

"Hmph, you can broadcast live, so can we." The dwarf watched the flames in the night sky extinguish, whispered and dragged the light screen, grabbed the axe he had stuck in the snow, gestured with his other hand to change a TAG for the post 'HD, first perspective, eyewitness', and then hooked the charge item.

A 'eye' above the tree not far away was slightly enlarged. Fang Zhu couldn't help but smile, shook his head, and without hesitation, cut the picture into the live broadcast. In the community, people who noticed this scene had already laughed out loud: "Hahaha, this guy is so interesting."

"Brave businessman!"

"But the more interesting thing isn't the live broadcaster?"

"This is selling teammates."

Unfortunately, a dwarf had no idea about it.

But compared to the live broadcast, people on site could see this scene more clearly - Bad Heiyu held the hilt of his sword, motionless, like a stone statue, with a deep look at the interlaced light in the distance, like a fleeting golden sword, stabbing into the night sky through the hands of the sword-holder.

He looked at the tiny spots that turned into flames and thought of the battle that happened not long ago. The red beam of light fell like the verdict of the doomsday.

But unexpectedly, they really have accurate attack capabilities—

Then this is no longer as simple as the Annihilation attack module.

An answer is about to come out.

"Star of Thorin!?"

Thrilling voices were rising and falling from the black-clad craftsmen.

"Where did he get this...?"

"Is the Dragon Witch..."

"How is this possible!"

Bud Black Feather stared at the extinguished star, turned around and took the crystal from the sluggish alliance official. The latter was slightly stunned before reacting, "Does this crystal record the previous information?" Bud asked as he looked at him, nodding, "Go and find another crystal."

"Wait."

But the guards ignored it at all, put away the crystal, turned and walked towards the camp. Behind him, the black-clothed craftsmen still had not come back from their previous shock. It was just that the instinct of the profession prompted them to ask each other how many "resources" they had left:

"Everyone, how many clockwork fairies do we have?"

"It's all destroyed."

"But I have a few more."

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

"Do you want to continue?"

But the leading craftsman reacted and spoke loudly: "Everyone, no matter whether it is the Star of Thorin or not," his voice suddenly trembled, and there was a hint of uneasiness in his gray eyes - as if he had remembered the legends in his impression, the lines of "stars" that were floating in the dark space, shining with cold light.

He couldn't help but remember the legends, death, destruction, and everything that the mentor had told him about him - but that was still fourteen years ago, and he was still young. At that time, in the battle called the "Battle of Byrne", he and his mentor had never been so afraid of those old rivals from the ivory tower.

However, when he recalled his experience at that time, he only remembered the flexible structure that covered the sky and the magic structure, and his mentor's calmness when facing the army, so he forced himself to calm down.

He took a breath and ordered everyone: "But the amount he controlled is not enough to use the "Scepter of Cang". There is nothing to be afraid of. We still have a numerical advantage-"

He waved his hand vigorously: "Distract from left to right first to ensure that we will not throw away this battlefield. Listen, you need to overcome the fear in your heart. I guess those Thorin stars were just obtained by chance, and the method he used may not really know its secret..."

Such words a little soothe people's hearts-

Another spring fairy rose from the camp and flew towards the battlefield. In the night sky there, the "Fairy Wall" after the first round of attacks slowly disintegrated under the comments of people. At this moment, from the picture above, people can see densely packed structures arranged into a huge rectangle, which is difficult to maintain its shape and is flying away.

"That's the Fairy Wall?"

It seemed as if someone had discovered the scene in the air.

Someone gave a laughing and crying expression: "There are quite a lot of craftsmen on the Crow Claw Temple. Wouldn't they really be defeated by one person?"

"There is nothing you can do about this...you have seen it too..."

"Is that really a clockwork goblin?"

"Clockwork fairies can attack!?"

But people more or less remembered the battle two days ago: "It seems that he did use this trick at that time, but it is not something like the attack module of the Annihilation?"

"And they said it was a masterpiece of a craftsman group, what do you say now?" (Helpless expression)

"The question now is, is it really his own control?"

It’s just that such questions are destined to be unanswered.

Fang Yu had already moved back to his attention and was looking up at mid-air, but of course he could not see the situation in the night sky a few kilometers away.

But at that moment, he seemed to have an enlightenment in his heart, just like a tall, fluttering lion paladin standing beside him, lit his pipe, and silently staring at the dark shadow of the Longxiao Mountains - the bitter cold wind blowing from the northern mountain pass had already told him the answer.

When facing a fighting fairy, what can ordinary clockwork fairy do? The answer is that they can't do anything, they can only escape. But how to escape is a subconscious answer for most black-clothed craftsmen, using the method they are most accustomed to and are best at. And this answer is actually similar for most ordinary people.

But for Fang Yu, it was a route that had been deduced countless times in his heart - he raised his head, and the direction he was staring at at this moment was the direction where the clockwork fairies escaped - above the clouds.

They cannot continue to go down, so they can only go up. The clouds are a good place to hide. Fang Zhu raised his right hand gently, and the light of the bonfire was slanted by the north wind, and his shadow was also slanted above the city wall. The light and shadow flowed between his fingers, outlining every detail of the "The Proud of the Lone King".

In the distance, Silweid was taking pictures of this picture with the record crystal.

In the eyes of all the onlookers, there is a serious separation of the picture. The pictures separated into countless small squares are suddenly divided into completely different ones on the left and ones on the right. The pictures on the left are all climbing upwards, and in the pictures on the right, a piece of twinkling, dark red stars are slowly rising above the silent forest.

Everyone held their breath.

They never thought that a clockwork goblin could be so beautiful.

But why is this form?

Allogeneic?

This star fell in the eyes of the craftsmen in black, and there was another completely different picture. "They are catching up!" The other party was indeed able to attack more than one round, but fortunately they had expected this, "Fortunately their speed is not necessarily faster than us. As long as we reach the clouds, we still have a chance."

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content later! It seems that this opportunity is very high. The speed of those "Sorin Stars" is not much faster than that of ordinary clockwork fairies, and the other party put up less than half of the number - when they reach the clouds, they will scatter with the cover of the clouds, and the other party will never be able to catch up with them no matter what.

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

The wind from the sky blew the dark clouds everywhere, revealing the tiny gaps between the black clouds, but the starlight exposed behind them is not the light.

It seemed as if suddenly, the black-clothed craftsmen shook their hands slightly, and the rapidly rotating guide rail seemed to slow down. They all raised their heads and wore goggles, but their faces suddenly showed an incredible look.

The needle can be heard.

Whether it is real or virtual community.

Fang Yu raised his hand and gently pressed it down.
To be continued...