Fang Yu slowly lowered his head, and the fire light refracted under the goggles flickered gently in the cold wind.

The one eye that was exposed, the expression was quiet, and the darkness of the pupil reflected the tortuous texture of the palm of the hand—the silvery smooth surface, on which were carved roses and thorns, and on the other side was the portrait of the ancient king—the forest, the winter wolf, and the hunting procession, the ghosts lined up in rows, pine needles and bay leaves, pale shells, and golden gears.

He held the dark crystal in his hand and placed it gently on top of the battlements.

The red light on the crystal flashed and spread.

The forest is waking up.

The Electors marched out of the bushes, Rockcore reaching for the hilt of his sword and pulling his greatsword out of the snow as he turned his head to look sideways at the tall, lanky lady beside him. "What do you think?" He asked. And Zhuo Qihua looked at him, and only smiled lightly: "I have seen a lot of people who talk big. ”

"Then why do you still believe him?" "I don't believe him," the lady said, turning back, her silver eyes glinting with pride, "but we're here for a fight, so why bother with any reason, it's good, I like to be neat." ”

She reached forward and held up a piece of flying snowflakes, "I'm not used to seeing the Alliance's ways. ”

"You had a holiday with them?"

"Who isn't?"

Yanxin pondered: "Do you think the alliance has an interest in this?" ”

Burning Qihua looked at him with some meaning, showed a mouthful of white teeth and smiled: "Don't you understand the way they jump over the wall in a hurry?" ”

"What about you?" She asked again.

"I," Rockcore replied, "I just want to help the refugees." ”

"Then you're a good person."

At this moment, the two of them were hanging in the crystal pendant in their ears, and a deep voice was coming:

"Guys, this is the 'Traveler.'"

Countless pairs of eyes were silent in the darkness, and people listened to the sound and looked at each other.

The voice continued:

"Next, the entire Third Division will witness this action."

"Our offensive will begin in a quarter of an hour ......"

"Wait, how can you make sure we're not going headlong into the enemy's encirclement?" In the communication channel, there was an urn-like voice asking. It was the voice of the dwarf named Sirisha, the leader of the White Rhino Adventure Band.

It's just that Fang Yu didn't answer this question.

"The 'Falcon' group, Luo Yu, Luo Hao, you go north along the valley, and turn west after receiving further orders from me."

"The 'Rhino' team, Sirisha, Grigor, you go through the valley and into the forest to the north."

"The 'Fox' team, Core, Scorching Glory, you take out the scout team in front of you."

"'Winter Wolves' Group ......"

Above the community, the noise is gradually quieting down.

People are amazed to see that the video is split into two, then from two to four, from four to eight, eight to sixteen, and finally freezes into the scene of an insect's compound eye.

The wandering horse rose from his table almost all at once, and even knocked his hand over the cup, and spilled his coffee on the floor.

In Miya's communication channel, the onlookers had a twinkle of surprise in their eyes, and they turned their heads and exchanged glances with each other.

"How much control is this?"

"What, how much control?" The discussion in the community didn't seem to have figured out what was going on for a while.

But there will always be some perceptive people, "Forty-eight, or fifty?" ”

"Wait, you're not saying that these images are all from clockwork elves, are you?"

"Or else?"

"Holy, this is controlled by one person?"

"It's a picture of a system split apart, almost certainly controlled by one person."

"But in fact, more than forty controls are nothing, if the other party has thirty-five or forty levels."

"But do you think it's possible, a year and a half ago, he was still a newcomer, and even if he completed the Dragon Witch's questline, he is only in his early twenties now."

"But if it's level 20......"

There was a sudden silence.

Miya's quiet gaze swept over each frame one by one, and she counted them carefully, a total of fifty-two screens - although fifty-two controls didn't seem to be nothing, but she still had a slight joy in her heart.

Among the onlookers, someone suddenly whistled: "Wonderful, of course I don't mean this little guy, after all, more than fifty controls are just like that." Miss Loofah, who is worthy of a battle craftsman, how can you tell? ”

Loofah smiled silently.

She turned her head sideways and replied to Miya, "Sister Miya, I'll leave it to you first." ”

"Huh?" Miya looked at her with some surprise, "Don't you look at it anymore?" ”

"It's not interesting to fight at this level, but this guy is expected to grow, so I'll stop watching it for now, and I'll talk about it later." Loofah flicked his ponytail lightly, "At least when he can get to our side, we'll talk about anything else." ”

Miya replied and glanced at the picture again, but she was not at all worried about whether the latter would come to this world.

"Miss Loofah, don't say it as if there is no suspense anymore," the person who spoke before teased again, he was not angry at all, after all, he was already familiar with the other party's character, "These fifty or so clockwork goblins are not of much use on a real battlefield, after all, the number of craftsmen in a regiment may be more than this number, and fighting is not a show." ”

"That's right."

But Loofah looked at the other with a smile, "But it's not a clockwork goblin." ”

The man was slightly stunned.

……

Hearing the sound coming from the crystal, it scorched for a moment.

She couldn't help but look up, but where were the enemy scouts? Just when she almost suspected that Fang Yuan was making fun of herself, the other party's voice came from the team channel again: "Left front, one hundred and fifty feet, traveling from northwest to southeast, at a speed of about thirty feet." ”

Yanxin stood vigilantly beside her with his big sword in both hands, and when he heard this data, he looked in that direction almost instinctively. He frowned slightly, as if he really saw a shadow flash in the bushes in that direction, but he was not sure.

But as a nightingale, Scorching Qihua was much more professional than him in this regard, and a flash of surprise flashed in the former's eyes, and he instinctively raised his crossbow in that direction. But she was just about to shoot when the voice rang out again: "Ten degrees to the left." ”

"Shadow Clone ......" scorched its brilliance, and at that moment, it was impossible to describe the feelings in his heart. Because this skill was originally owned by the Shadow Dancer, she should be more familiar with it as a nightingale than the other party, but the negligence of the previous moment made even her almost forget this.

But the other party's prompt was as calm as if it had been expected early on.

Any seasoned nightingale will indeed use a shadow clone to confuse his enemies in situations where he may be exposed. She tilted the crossbow slightly to the left, and with all her preoccupation, she had already made a faint red outline from the darkness there.

That's where the Scout skill comes into effect.

In the case of any stealth skill that is unintentional, it is always much easier to actively detect than to passively hide in almost equal confrontations. Of course, the premise is that you have to figure out where your goal is hiding.

So Burning Qihua didn't think about it, so she pulled the trigger, and with a muffled sound, Yanxin beside her saw a figure fall over there.

The female leader put down her crossbow and breathed a sigh of relief. But suddenly, there was a moment of trance, and she remembered how accurate the other party's prompts were at the beginning - it was not that she had not worked with the combat craftsmen, but ordinary combat craftsmen could often only provide an approximate direction.

And in the confrontation between scouts, the more accurate the judgment of the direction, the more effective the reconnaissance skills can be-

"Isn't he throwing all the clockwork goblins in this direction?"

Scorching Qihua was a little speechless for a while, and a strange thought came to his mind:

"Does he want to soak me?"

And she is not the only one who has the same doubts at this moment.

The dwarf panted and thrust his axe into the ground, patted the slush on the heavy armor, and looked around. His men, most of them dwarves from Eldron, were cleaning up the battlefield, their bodies lying sideways in the mountain stream.

He pressed his hand to the handle of the axe, his chest heaving so that his long beard was cocked, and he cried out into the woodland: "How did you know they were coming here? How did you know we were going to set up an ambush here!? ”

He's not worried that anyone will find out, anyway, they're all live on the community, and he's worried about this?

But the dwarf's rude voice echoed through the woodland, and for a moment no one answered his question.

Between the pitch-black woodland, only a small silver goblin was silently passing through the canopy, flying deftly between the layers of branches.

They pause occasionally, embedded in the black crystals, silently watching everyone who dares to go deep into the forest. Just like a silent ghost, watching the passing travelers.

There was silence in the community, and for a moment people seemed to have forgotten what to discuss. In their inherent impression, on such a battlefield with a complex environment, especially under the cover of night, the clockwork fairies of the battle craftsmen could often only walk through the night sky, condescendingly monitoring the battlefield.

But the scenes of shuttle one by one, at this moment, are all walking in the dense forest, and accurately avoiding each branch that grows horizontally, and sometimes even in a pitch-black environment, avoiding the sudden appearance of obstacles. Most people can only see the wind and snow in the sky and the occasional flash of tree branches and leaves in the footage of the clockwork fairy flying.

The wide-angle picture shows more skill than anyone can imagine, and no one has ever imagined that using the wide-field mode in a confined environment is such an experience. But this does not mean that it is simple, many people feel dizzy just by looking at the picture.

"Oh my god, is this man a monster?"

"Everyone, I'm an offline analyst at Steel, let me say ......"

"If this guy can maintain this advantage, then this fight will probably be very interesting. I don't believe that the craftsmen of the Ravenclaw Sanctuary have the ability to lower their elves to this height in such weather—if they don't lose their field of vision, these people will at least have no problem retreating, and it's no wonder they dare to boast so much. ”

"It's a pity that they're ...... live"

"If it's not live, do they really have a chance to win?"

Before he could finish speaking, the screen in the live broadcast changed, and several of the clockwork goblins were in the field of vision from different angles to another group of Crowclaw Sanctuary scouts, who were not even aware of the fact that they had been exposed.

Time seemed to freeze for a moment in the community, and everyone watched this scene silently, only sizzling cold air. They really didn't understand how the other party could find the scout hidden in the forest so quickly in the darkness of the Crow'claw Temple.

But this question is too simple for Fang Yuan, because what seems dark to others is actually as bright as day in his opinion. The 'Plague Star' developed from the 'Silver Bee' already had a night vision module, not to mention that since the Golden Flame Ring was rekindled, the power of the Dragon King seemed to have returned to him again.

Of course, more importantly, his clockwork goblin flew even lower-

In the lingering wind and snow, Fang Yu turned his head slightly and glanced at the light screen of the system hanging on his side, and in the live broadcast screen above, the scouts were still unaware.

He gently picked up the communication crystal.

In fact, when the first scouts were lost, Bard Black Feather had already received a warning from the wizards. Each of the scouts they sent out left a magic mark on their body, and when the corpse disappeared, the magic mark disappeared with it, sending news from the front line back to the rear.

However, the wizards did not have any more information other than knowing that the owner of the mark might have died, and the knights on the side did not stop marking the location of each team of scouts on the map according to the information they received from them.

And according to these directions, the direction in which the opponent is likely to be located, and the speed of advancement.

But these efforts are actually a bit redundant.

"They reacted much faster than we did."

"They're changing direction all the time, and the scouts on the front line can't catch their movements at all."

"We don't know from what direction they're going to attack, and we'll be in trouble if they concentrate their forces on Lord Femoon's camp to the west."

"But we can't ignore the camp in the east."

The Grey Knight was talking.

And Bard Black Feather was looking at the image that appeared on the screen with a gloomy face.

Their scouts were beaten on the outskirts of the forest, but they couldn't do anything about it, even though they could see it all happening on a 'live' footage. After all, they didn't send Drafters to every scout team, and they couldn't contact every team through the Communication Crystal, and in fact, as a predominantly indigenous army, it was unlikely that they would do so.

Behind the caretaker, the chief wizard and the officials of the alliance looked at each other, as if they suddenly realized that the reason why they were not shy about them, and blatantly ambushed the scouts they sent out was probably because they had guessed this.

Even if they saw the scene above the screen from behind, so what?

The other party is simply fearless.

"Artisans."

Bard raised his eyebrows slightly, and suddenly whispered, "Let the craftsmen go into battle." ”

He turned around, looked at the alchemists in black coats, and said solemnly, "Everyone, I want you to drive away the other party's clockwork goblins, can you do it?" ”

The leading craftsman there groaned slightly, but immediately nodded confidently: "Lord Warden, under this weather, there will definitely be a lot of loss in letting the clockwork elf rashly lower below the canopy. But when I looked at it, we had far more men than the other side, and even a ten-for-one would be a good deal - as long as it didn't exceed that ratio, we could guarantee that our side would be able to replenish the Clockwork Elves to the front line faster. ”

Bard Black Feather nodded with great satisfaction: "Very good, don't care about losses, let me see your strength." ”

The leading craftsman bowed slightly, and then walked down.

The officials of the alliance also seemed to be infected by the other party's confidence, and couldn't help but praise: "That's right, show them our strength." ”

"It's the strength of the Temple." Bard glanced at him and corrected.

The official shrugged, but didn't care.

……

The scouts on the other side turned.

"It's a clockwork goblin," Luo Hao's voice came from the crystal, "the other party has also sent a goblin, they should have discovered our movements through the clockwork goblin, and notified the scouts on the front, Ed." ”

"We've found an unidentified structure here," Core's voice rang out, "about three, and there seem to be more in the sky." ”

"The other side's scout team is converging, and they seem to have found our place."

The team's communication reached everyone's ears directly through the live broadcast screen. There was a moment of silence as the clockwork elves on the side of the Ravental Sanctuary moved, and if the previous vision was a one-sided advantage, it was now at least evenly matched.

However, it was clear that the strength of the Crowclaw Sanctuary side was far superior to that of the redeemed, and under the balance of power, they were not optimistic about Fang Yuan's side. In fact, the feeling of being fooled in everyone's hearts gradually faded, and most people, even those who were originally against the redeemed, began to worry about the situation on this side.

Most of them were sympathetic to the weak, not to mention the strength shown by Fang Yu, which faintly made them see something. The rout that happened in the Turbid Domain, the new generation of starlight that has been lacking in the domestic competition for two years, seems to have found something that everyone is unanimously looking for here.

Then they heard an exaggerated voice from the live broadcast: "Oops, Brother Ed...... So many clockwork goblins, they swooped down ......! ”

Everyone's hearts jumped.

They had no idea that the craftsmen of the Crowclaw Sanctuary would not show any weakness and also lower the clockwork elf below the canopy—this was obviously a bayonet for the red. They figured it out almost instantly, the other party wanted to use the numerical advantage, regardless of the loss, to defeat the view advantage of the ransomed side.

Now it's in trouble.

Almost all of them have such a thought in their hearts.

It's just that at that moment, people saw that almost one-third of the countless divided fields of vision in the live broadcast made a uniform action. I saw that among the divided shots, each shot was turning upwards in unison, looking into the night sky.

And in that moment.

One-third of the Artisans of the Ravental Temple felt they had lost control of the Clockwork Elves.

……