When Fang Plover returned to the ground, it was still late at night. What he saw was an ancient hall with solemn and towering stone pillars, with three rows in front and back.

There are dots of stars on the top of the pillars - there are still stone vaults in some places.

The clear light shone between the stone pillars. The upper half was moon-white, and the capitals were carved with gorgeous buttercup leaves. The lower half gradually faded into darkness. It would take two or three people to hug each other. Even the stone foundation below was much higher than him alone.

He carried Scarpet on his back and walked out of the hall.

Outside is a square with lush vegetation and scattered stone slabs. Two rows of stone pillars extend into the distance, with varying heights. Shrubs submerge the white boulders, surrounded by forests and hazy moonlight.

The end of the field of vision seems to be the center of an ancient city, filled with tall buildings. Even if the buildings are gone, only broken walls and ruins are left, and some of the glory of the past can be vaguely seen.

He no longer knew where he was, but luckily he could see a broken tower in the distance, standing in the forest—he knew that was the direction in which the glider crashed.

Fang Plover walked down the high stairs, Scarpe put her head on his shoulder, and had already fallen asleep. The huge ruins seemed to be empty and he was the only one left, and the hollow footsteps struck in his heart.

He accidentally kicked a piece of gravel, and it rolled down, making a horrifying sound.

The moonlight was slanting in the east, and the shadow gradually lengthened, and I stood watching him on the ground for a long time. Something indescribable seemed to emerge from the darkness, but luckily it was just an illusion, and only his rustling steps were left in the square.

Fang Plover only saw a gray fox, which looked a bit like a wolf. He glanced at him and ran away.

Passing through a forest, a sparkling lake came into view. The blue moon hung over the lake, a light blue silver glow. There were some stones scattered around the lake, and an arched wall incompletely told the story of thousands of years.

He was startled for a moment. Normally, he would stop and appreciate the beautiful scenery, but now he lacked this mood. Miss Scarpet's breathing was very steady, but this did not mean that the injury had improved, but that she was getting weaker and weaker.

Fang Yu was really afraid that she would not be able to sleep at all.

Fortunately, he knew that the Dragon Knight had more or less healing abilities, mainly to protect the operator. He didn't know which category the Blade of Tara belonged to, but this was at least his best hope.

He was vaguely anxious and worried about the situation of others. Then he heard a burst of intensive gunshots coming from the front, and little lights flashed in the forest in the distance.

Fang Plover was startled and hurriedly hid behind the ruins. Then he realized that the gunfire was not directed at him; because gunshots also rang out from the other side immediately, as dense as fried beans, not inferior to the former at all, and also mixed with explosions.

of flash.

Only then did he realize that there were people fighting, and there were quite a few of them. He guessed it was the Redcoat Team of Jeffrit and the Spear of the Silver Forest - they were actually fighting in the ruins? Fang Plover was a little surprised.

He was a little worried that someone would notice this place, but at the same time he was expecting a group of people to come, preferably with a healer. But nothing happened, and Fang Plover found with a headache that the warring parties were blocking his path.

Fortunately, there are ruins and buildings everywhere here, so there is no shortage of hiding places.

It was already half past midnight, and the moonlight was as woven and as smooth as milk.

The forest is shrouded in smoke.

There was a choking smell everywhere, not the smell of saltpeter and sulfur, but the smell of tinder powder, an alchemical catalyst. After getting closer, Fang Plover could really distinguish the people on both sides - the red team seemed to have suffered a big loss.

, the ruins are full of people wearing silver shirts, dividing and surrounding them.

Not far away, there was a small group of people guarding a temple in Jeffrit, but it seemed that they could not hold out for long.

When Fang Yu saw this scene, he didn't know whether he was happy or sad. In his opinion, it was best for both parties to die together. However, he also knew that this idea was not realistic. After a while, he saw a female selector in the direction of the temple coming towards this person.

While looking around, my heart suddenly jumped - that was a healer.

A new idea immediately came to his mind.

While putting Scarape down, he leaned against the wall gently, picked up the seven-type musket and touched it quietly. He observed that there were four people in the temple: two warriors, a crossbowman, and a

Healer.

The four of them were all wearing brown smocks, and there were no feathers on their three-cornered hats. They looked like they were just peripheral members of Jeffrite. Naturally, the people who besieged them were not that strong. There was actually an obvious gap in the defense in one direction.

It's just that they were under pressure from other directions, so those few people never discovered this.

Fang Yu saw that there was only one archer and one gunner stationed there. He took a closer look and found that the opponent was a first-level professional, and he breathed a sigh of relief. The first-level profession did not exceed level five, and the seven-type musket in his hand was completely

can pose an effective threat.

He loaded the ammunition in an orderly manner while keeping an eye on the situation outside. He saw that the archer seemed to be moving. The position he chose was a window. He raised his gun by the window and aimed at the opponent's neck.

A faint aiming assist baseline emerged in his field of vision——

Fang Yu shook his hand and almost dropped the gun. How could he have a selector interface? But when he looked carefully, the faint line had disappeared. He couldn't help but rub his eyes, suspecting that he was hallucinating.

After such a delay, the archer had already left his original position. He couldn't find where the archer was hiding, so he had to turn his target to the gunslinger. He took a gentle breath and calmed his hand.

There was a gunshot.

He was only sixty feet away from the gunslinger, and the other gunman had his back turned to him. Although the Type 7 musket was very old in all aspects, the accuracy of the rifled rifle at this distance was still guaranteed.

The shot hit the opponent's left shoulder, where the power of the lead bullet exploded, and the gunslinger fell down without saying a word. The sound of the gunshot attracted the attention of four people in the temple, and they looked in this direction.

, couldn't help but show a look of surprise.

Fang Yu quickly stood up and waved to those people.

Only then did those people notice the gap here and couldn't help showing expressions of surprise. "Brother, thank you!" They evacuated the temple, crossed the street, looked up under the window and asked: "Man, you are not from the red team.

people?"

"I'm a mercenary, and I'm on the same side as you," Fang Plover replied, "I got separated from the others. Someone here is injured and needs treatment urgently."

"Mercenary?" The soldier was a bald man with a shiny scalp and a very honest look. "No problem, can you help me?"

Fang Yu didn't think much, leaned over and reached out his hand.

But before he could fully lean out of the window, a huge force from behind pulled him back. At the same time, a crossbow bolt flew past where he originally stood and was nailed to the ceiling.

"Don't believe them." He heard a weak voice coming from behind.

Fang Yu ignored the shock and turned around in surprise, "Miss Scarpe, are you awake?" Scarpe had no blood on her face, and her hands were as pale as bones. She held him tightly and said breathlessly: "

Let’s go!”

Fang Yu saw Scarpe looking at him steadily, with a burning light in her eyes, clearly determined to die, and he couldn't help but feel very uneasy: "Miss Scarpe?"

"Deceiving mercenaries into entering the Dead Zone to serve as cannon fodder will be a scandal if this kind of thing spreads," Scarpe said intermittently as if she had not heard anything: "Never reveal the identity of a mercenary in front of other people. Anyone in the ruins

None of them are credible. What they are afraid of is the video in our glow stone equipment. Only dead people cannot speak."

She put her hand on her right cheek, her expression uncharacteristically peaceful and gentle, and there was a faint light emitting there. Fang Plover saw a golden crystal being guided out and gradually appeared in her palm. Scarpe raised her head and stared at him.

"This is my glow stone. After I die, I can't take this thing out. You can export the image inside -"

"But……"

"Stay alive and let me see what your adventure group is like."

Scape sat against the wall, raised her hand with all her strength, and adjusted the collar of the big boy, with a warm look in her eyes.

Fang Yu opened his mouth. He wanted to tell Scarpe that he couldn't produce an image at all - because he was not an official selector and had no system. But looking at Qi Yi's eyes, the words stuck in his throat were actually

Can't say a word.

He looked at the glow stone in his hand silently, put it in his pocket, and put it away solemnly.

The sound of climbing came from outside the window, and Fang Plover seemed not to have heard it. He was silent for a moment, and he couldn't tell whether he was sad or angry, but he was not surprised, he just felt a little ridiculous.

The Chosen are the pioneers of the new era.

Humanity's hero.

Scape pushed him: "Let's go."

Fang Yu shook his head, without even looking out the window, and carried Scarpe on his back without saying a word: "I'll take you away."

"Silly boy."

Scarpet didn't object and smiled softly.

"Hold on to me, Miss Scarpet." Fang Pliong reminded in a low voice.

Scape knew what he was going to do, so she hugged his neck tightly and closed her eyes, like a candle in the wind. Fang Plover retreated in the other direction, while freeing his hands to reload the seven-type musket.

The crossbowman finally climbed up from the window. He raised his crossbow and was about to shoot, but Fang Plover was faster than him. He raised his gun and fired in one go.

When the fire suddenly appeared, a cloud of blood mist exploded from the chest of the crossbowman, and he rolled backwards. A burst of curses came from below. "He is very handsome." Scarpe closed her eyes and murmured in a low voice: "I really know him.

A good girl, little guy, would you like me to ask Quilod to introduce it to you..."

Her voice gradually became weaker.

Fang Yu didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and replied: "Let's talk about it after we get out of here alive." What he thought of was the figure of another girl.

But Scarpet didn't respond.

"Miss Scarpet."

"Miss Scape?" Fang Plover called softly twice before finally understanding what happened. Her cold hands were wrapped around his neck. There was no pulse or heartbeat. She looked like she was sleeping, with her eyelids drooping.

, long eyelashes fit together naturally.

Fang Plover froze on the spot.

The sounds outside seemed to disappear all of a sudden. Many bits and pieces of memories suddenly came to his mind. He begged every passing team to take him on adventures in Kapka and Rodel, where he stayed.

He had lived for six months, sleeping on the streets most of the time, but no one looked down on a newcomer, a guy without magical adaptability.

Only one team accepted him.

That little adventure group is called Dawn Star.

He turned around, put Miss Scarpe down from his back, who had lost her warmth, and leaned against the wall gently, as if she was still alive in Etalia. He held the seven-type musket in his hand tightly
To be continued...