What people see is a star shining with dark red light, slowly passing through the thick clouds, falling to the ground like a meteorite from above the troposphere.

They were shallow, dull, red lines, from the sky to the forest. At the end of each line was a precise structure covered with streamlined armor. In their dark video crystals, a little red light flashed, staring at the vast earth.

With them, enemies.

The dense starlight had exceeded the total number of troops invested by the warring parties.

People stared at this scene in a daze, and felt as if they had lost their ability to speak, but it was just an instinct that prompted them to report numbers in their minds: one, two, three... six, seven...

Eleven, twelve...

thirty……

forty……

They quickly counted, but in fact there was no need to count anymore. Is this one hundred or two hundred? But what's important?

The key is—

"This, what is this?"

The professional Steel analyst was also stuck in the face of this scene.

An ID named Fantasy lit up in the live broadcast room at this moment. Bainbridge just followed his habits and entered the forums of major competition areas on the first day of the week to collect some detailed information. However, when he clicked on the page of the third competition area, he couldn't help but be surprised by the number of posts in it.

Although the third competition area has always been the most followers among the major competition areas, generally speaking, the number of hot posts is not as large as this order of magnitude. He keenly felt something happened, and subconsciously found the post with the most replies and attentions, and clicked in.

And the moment I clicked in, Bainbridge was stunned.

He looked at it for a while before turning around and touching his companion beside him with his elbow: "You'd better come and see this."

FOX put down the half-made structure in his hand, turned around, and looked at the chief analyst in their team. His eyes swept over the light screen that had been set to be visible in front of the opposite side, and moved slightly. Each major competition area had its own different layouts. As a major competition area, he could still recognize the style of the third competition area at a glance.

On the other side, a blond young man without sitting looks also looked over here. Seeing the picture on the light screen, he couldn't help but sneer: "Banbridge, why are you going to those squinting territory again?"

FOX turned around and glanced at the latter sternly. The blonde young man was suffocated and quickly raised his hand to show that he was just a mistake. "If you say this in public," Bainbridge replied lightly: "The boss will kick you out of the team tomorrow."

"Okay, OK, I was wrong." The young man replied with an indifferent look on his face.

"What is this?" he asked again, pointing to the picture.

But no one paid attention to him.

FOX only took a look at the live broadcast situation, and a trace of surprise flashed across his face: "Something interesting."

"This is……"

The two looked at each other and spoke in unison: "The best."

The young man was confused when he heard it, but he could not hear the response from both of them. He sniffed and stood up and walked out of the room.

FOX didn't care, and replayed the picture back and forth twice. A glimmer of doubt flashed in his gray eyes. "Who is this?"

Bainbridge looked inside and outside the post and shook his head - although there was a translation, it could not solve the differences in culture and popular words. Without understanding the 'memories', he could not tell who was saying what exactly. "I don't know very well, but this operation is..."

"Speed ​​tactics."

FOX has been recognized.

Swift tactics.

Ms. Ming hugged her head with her hands, lay relaxed on the hammock, swaying around, looking up at the scene above the picture, the smile on her lips was becoming more and more obvious. "I learned it, little guy, it's a pity why it's a little weird? Who taught the changes to these details? Why is it inappropriate?"

She narrowed her eyes slightly, turned her head, and looked at the calm sea of ​​clouds outside the porthole.

Most people in the community, the moment hundreds of "disaster stars" spread out, actually recognized the famous tactic, and only that tactic can use so many components like arms to finger in a short period of time.

But in fact, these details are no longer important to most people, because when the dark red stars in the pawnshop pass through the clouds and slowly descend, all words lose their meaning. At that moment, the black-clothed craftsmen with their heads raised their heads saw nothing on their faces, just witnessing the doomsday landscape.

Resistance has lost its meaning.

"They actually have a group of craftsmen?"

"But are there really so many people who can control the Star of Solin?"

No matter which guess it is, it is unacceptable.

Only FOX's face looked as usual. He pointed to the replayed image and said, "Did you see it? He actually can't control so many clockwork fairies, but when two-thirds of the clockwork fairies fell straight, the other third of the clockwork fairies were adjusting the direction. However, the interval between his switching was very short, which proved that he was extremely skilled in the consideration of spare parts. The hovering and direct sailing of the clockwork fairies in a single action can be used in his hands."

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "This is simple, but it must be very complicated to use, especially under such a large-scale control. If you are not careful or react too slowly, some of the clockwork geeks will deviate far away, which will cost you more energy to adjust. This will cause the operator to fall into a vicious cycle, and the final result is that all the clockwork geeks are in a mess."

"You mean?" Bainbridge asked, "had he made a mistake?"

"There may be some minor mistakes, but he adjusted quickly, harmless."

FOX turned around and asked, "What kind of performance is this?"

He was a little confused about what the meaning of controlling so many clockwork fairies by one person is? The above operations are of course nothing to him, but generally speaking, the confrontation between clockwork fairies often occurs between craftsmen. How can a master with this level of operation waste time on this?

Use a pseudo-dragon knight or main component to directly defeat the opponent. Wouldn't it be fragrant?

Bainbridge shook his head. He had just entered the live broadcast room and was not sure what was going on.

But the next moment, the two of them all jumped up from their seats and shouted: "What the fxxk?"

Above the picture, a golden rain of light was falling from the sky.

What's this thing?

The King of Gray felt a sense of disorganization for the first time.

The leader of the black-clothed craftsman took a heavy step back, and the magic power guide on the thick glove suddenly dimmed. The magic furnace buzzed, and a magic storage crystal inserted there cracked with a "click".

His face was a little pale, and even his hands with gloves were still trembling at this moment. He raised his hand tremblingly, except for the goggles he wore on his head, and threw them aside weakly. Because the field of vision was already pitch black, wearing this thing was actually meaningless.

He turned around and saw that most of the team behind him were almost everyone doing the same thing. And some people were actually just frozen there and not moving. He opened his mouth, his throat was a little dry, and he couldn't make a sound. He never expected that the team he led would lose so badly in front of a young man.

Of course, it was just a confrontation between the clockwork fairy. If he was face to face, he thought he still had the power to fight, he had other structures and decades of experience, but this was nothing more than to restore some unnecessary self-esteem. He knew in his heart that losing is losing, no matter which aspect.

But the only good news is that the other party really doesn't seem to master the real usage of "Sorin Star".

"Shrink the defense line and give up the scouts on the front line."

Bud Black Feather's voice came from afar, as if he was not surprised by all this. He held the crystal in his hand, looked at the craftsmen, wizards and knights, and said lightly: "The scouts on the front line will have a Tariache and they may be able to bring us some front-line information, but before that, after leaving this camp, our perception of the outside world is waiting for a blind man."

He pointed to other directions: "Go to prepare for defense, no matter where they plan to attack. At the same time, send out the second batch of scouts. If we cannot take the initiative on the battlefield, then we will trade our lives for time. Keep in touch with other camps and I need to get first-hand information."

Everyone nodded, and the officials of the alliance were silent, and for a moment, the entire camp seemed to be a little silent. In this dark night, they lost their initiative, which meant that they might need to passively fight next.

On this side of the mountain line, there are three camps of gray knights, from east to west - the camp in the center is their main force, and the army led by Mofein and another Crow Knight on both sides may not be able to easily defend against the opponent's sudden attack.

Especially when it is impossible to predict where the attack will come.

More importantly, no one dares to move easily before getting the real news. Because in any case, defending the camp is always much safer than fighting in the darkness. But in this way, they have at least half an hour of vacuum between support for each other, during which time they have lost their military advantage.

It may even be at a disadvantage.

Bud Heiyu silently grasped the hilt of his sword and realized in his heart that this was the other party's strategy. However, he did not speak out. He had experienced countless conflicts and struggles, and even the veteran who survived the war fourteen years ago. He had reason to believe that he could still seize the opportunity to win.

The community continued to silence for a while.

Most people, or should say, almost everyone hasn't seen the "surplus" technique used by Fang Zhu when controlling multiple controls.

They are still thinking, is it one hundred or two hundred?

But how is that possible?

How did he do it?

In fact, people have not yet come back to their senses from the huge shock. They don’t know what the constituent army that fell from the sky meant. But everyone can’t help but substitute themselves into it. What if they control such an army?

The shocking scene, even if it is just imagined, is enough to make people tremble. Most of the audiences of the Super League actually need only a "hero" who can be substituted into it - and the rising star in the night sky only makes them feel as if they are seeing each other in person at this moment.

That is what they need, to help the heroes who have fallen. Although that is just an idea, although the first generation has grown old, the third division has really been silent for too long.

People's expectations are so urgent that they lose the desire to discuss for a moment.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content later! In Miya's group, someone only called a few:

“666.”

The feeling of knowing people with wise eyes made the wolf girl laugh very happily.

After the brilliant golden rain of light fell, the forest completely returned to silence.

There was no such wonderful battle on the picture. Only occasionally there was a faint sound coming from it, but it was not explaining to them, but it was just informing the position of the scout on the Crow Claw Temple. And those coordinates were relative to the position of the redeemed party. In the dark picture, the Crow Claw Temple and even the members of the alliance could not know where the redeemed party was, so they could not notify their own people to avoid it.

Besides, even if you know, you can do nothing.

Only when people kept falling down, a huge sense of fear enveloped every scout of the gray knight on the front line. They could never detect where the enemy was, and the attacks would only come from unexpected places. In the end, the fear turned into a collapsed mood, and the scouts of the Crow Claw Temple no longer had the intention to fight and began to flee.

The Grey Knight's perception and touch of the front line are disappearing little by little.

The forest fell into darkness, and the hunters hidden in it watched quietly at their prey.

For about half an hour, no news came again, and no one knew where the troops of the redeemed party had reached.

Everyone was waiting for the news silently, but sometimes silence was also a kind of fear, especially one side was under invisible pressure. Several times Bard Black Yu had planned to put his hands down, but he considered whether the entire army would be in a hurry. It would be better to take the initiative to attack Gray Owl Town at this time?

But reason made him understand that this was a terrible idea. Perhaps the other party was waiting for them to leave the camp and then give them a fatal blow from the darkness. He was not afraid of losing, but the chaos brought by the darkness sometimes became the last straw that overwhelmed the camel.

From the previous battle, he realized that the other party was not without the power to fight.

The alliance officials walked back and forth a few times, but no one paid attention to him - he didn't know if the real war was like this, so anxious. He almost had an illusion, as if he saw the attackers just disappearing, blending into a vast snowfield, wandering silently, waiting for the opportunity to kill with one blow.
To be continued...