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Chapter 48: The chess piece laid

Push time back to a few minutes ago.

When the star weaver was erecting a rod of the Minas, gray flames formed a ring under his feet, and the gray flames expanded and guarded it in the center.

The flame ring expanded about a hundred feet, leaving only a scorched ground where the gray flame paths were, even the gray mycelium and crystalline trees were gone, leaving only the glass-like reflective ground.

Alisa retreated far away and could still feel the scorching heat.

She took a few more steps before stopping, and immediately raised her crossbow and shot an arrow at that place-but the arrow melted due to the high temperature, dragging out a golden light tail in the darkness, which was fleeting.

"Miss Tata, is it still time for us to run now?" she sighed and turned around and asked the fairy lady on her shoulder.

Although Alisa sounded like a joke, the fairy lady still calculated carefully and told her: "The spell's impact range is about 10,000 feet. If Miss Alisa can escape from this area within three minutes, it will be too late."

Miss Nightingale shook her head, unless she left everyone in the Seven Seas Brigade, but that was obviously not within her consideration.

"I owe that guy," she sighed again, "Can you interrupt him to cast spells?"

Tata nodded slightly, "As long as you get close to him, it will cause harm to him."

The Star Weaver heard Alisa's conversation and thought she was communicating with the others in the communication crystal, so he shook his head gently, "You can try it, ma'am."

Alisa looked at him and narrowed her eyes: "This is what you said."

"Yes, I said," replied the Star Weaver, "but how are you going to get into this area?"

Miss Nightingale did not answer, but only smiled mysteriously at him.

And it was at that time that a low whimper sounded in the forest, as if someone had blown a trumpet, making an ancient long sound.

The sound was like a wave, overshadowing the voice of Miss Nightingale and overshadowing the conversation between the two. It seemed to exist in reality and reflected into the gloomy gaze of the star weaver.

Finally, a little surprise appeared in that.

And in the fog, a huge scene was emerging.

...

The warrior held the horn and was blowing a long note with all his might. The sound penetrated the forest, causing the crystalline tree trunk to rustle.

Giovanni looked behind him, the silver-white wave had already arrived from the woodland behind him, and some faint shadows had appeared in the forest.

"Stop blowing," he snatched the horn from his companion's hand and shouted: "They are here, run!"

The soldier looked back and jumped off the rocks, and everyone fled in scattered.

Giovanni had already received the communication, and the communication crystal on his chest suddenly disappeared, and he climbed down the rock and meandered along the winding path.

Suddenly, a slender tendril was wrapped around behind him, and he slapped the rock behind him and shrank back. Giovanni looked back and could almost see the few dead tree men squeezing in the cracks between the rocks.

With their hideous and terrifying faces.

He was quick to learn his mind, looked around, found a nearby hole, jumped into the crack between the two rocks.

Then Giovanni curled up, held his breath and hid underneath, looking up.

Several dead tree people just blocked the light above and searched forward.

They cannot see their eyes, and they perceive their prey entirely by sound and vibration. They cannot see visual organs on their faces that are like dead tree bark, but only some scattered and fine holes.

At this moment, the valley was shaking obviously, and the silver-gray tree people almost stayed above Giovanni's head for a long time, and then headed in that direction.

But before Giovanni could feel relieved, she saw a giant foot crossing the top of her head. It stepped through the heavy night and fell heavily in front of her.

The ground trembled suddenly, causing dust to fall from the surrounding rocks and fell on him.

And a gray-white giant beast was emerging into his vision.

...

The star weaver looked at the ash tree man coming towards him in surprise.

He looked at Alisa not far away, but Miss Nightingale smiled just slightly at him, then stepped back and gracefully merged into a shadow.

What she lost was the ability of Shadow Yue, but hiding in Shadow is Nightingale's job, and that is not the ability of a professional plug-in, it is just a skill.

And the slapped tree man finally sensed the source of the vibration at a certain distance.

They can actually react to the ether, not to mention such a strong source of magic—

These weird tree men suddenly accelerated and rushed towards the star weaver - they stretched out their tendrils first, but the tendrils were burned to ashes by the flames, but they seemed to be unaware of this and crashed into the ring of fire.

The flames rose from them, and the hideous creatures immediately made a series of screams, and the sound seemed to be coming from countless holes in the trunk of a tree, making a whimper.

But this did not stop them. Countless tree people still rushed towards the star weaver one after another, turning into a sea of ​​fire and burning into ashes.

The star weaver looked at this scene with a deep face.

He needed the power of the law to maintain the fire ring. Under the continuous impact of the dead tree man, his power of the law and the magic power of the reserve were rapidly decreasing.

Not to mention that his magic furnace is full of disordered magic power. His reserve magic power source is just provided by a magic storage gem, and the external magic power source has been greatly reduced by the naked eye.

But the number of these dead tree people is endless to the naked eye.

What's more, there's that thing-

The star weaver glanced at the giant giant looming in the mist, and it was getting closer and closer.

He thought for a moment, suddenly put away the fire ring, put a trick on himself, and projected a phantom dozens of meters away from him.

The phantom exuded a strong magical aura, causing the dead tree man to turn his head immediately and go in that direction like the sea water of ebbing tide.

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"That ability comes from Lethern. The dream and illusion star seems to be full of miracles and beauty, but its core hides deception and loss."

The Tata hid in the shadows and said to Alisa beside her.

Miss Nightingale watched the other person's figure disappear suddenly, and then she remembered that she had hit the other person's illusion once before. She didn't even look at the phantom left by the other person, and just asked:

"He must still be there, how can I find him?"

"Leave it to me, Sister Alisa."

A voice came from the communication crystal, and the long-silent naturalist Miss spoke. She watched the whole battle. Even if she could not participate in the battle, she could still do it by using a spell.

It is no difficulty for naturalists to resolve the spell, but in order not to arouse the vigilance of a silver-level, Jita still puts this spell on Alisa.

Alisa could immediately capture the subtle traces of the magic power in the air, and then she found the Star Weaver hiding not far away.

A silver rank, but so embarrassed.

She couldn't help but smile contemptuously, untie the bands behind her, then pulled out the dagger, jumped in that direction and rushed in.

"You're fooled."

The Star Weaver saw Miss Nightingale jumping out of the shadow at a glance - a sneer appeared on his face, and raised the staff of the non-Minas in his hand.

At that moment, a ring of fire expanded out from under his feet again.

But Alisa seemed to have expected this scene, jumped high and passed the ring of fire from the air.

When she was falling, she could already feel the scorching temperature, but suddenly she reached behind her and took out something and threw it at the other party.

The star weaver clearly saw that the other party actually untied his magic furnace in mid-air and threw it at him.

He didn't have time to think about whether the other party was crazy. He almost instinctively responded, pointing the magic wand in his hand at Alisa's magic furnace, and shooting out a purple beam of light.

But just before the ray pointed at the magic furnace, a strange thing suddenly bounced up from the magic furnace with a "bang" and turned toward the beam of light.

Even though the Star Weaver is knowledgeable, he never thought that a nightingale would carry such a thing - the Engineering Life Protection Box.

Some people can bear the speed and balance impairment of 10% or 20%? If the other party is not dealing with himself, but an opponent of the same profession, wouldn’t he have died and nowhere to be buried?

But there is no if in the real world-

The fact is that the thing was pierced by a beam of light, spinning and splitting, turning into countless pieces, and throwing a part of it at him.

Those scattered fragments did not pose much threat to him. Although his magic furnace was filled with disorderly magic, it could still support a thin shield.

The fragments hit the shield and splashed a dark blue light pattern.

But for the storage crystal that was suspended on his side after activation, the luck was not so good, and one of the countless pieces hit it accurately.

The fragment was not very powerful, and it just flew out the magic storage crystal and hit a crystal tree nearby, but it lost the support of its magic power - the fire ring under the weaver's feet suddenly disappeared.

And the spell he prepared was interrupted in an instant-

The huge magic power backlash instantly poured into the Silver Level body, causing him to spew a blood arrow out of his mouth, and even fragments of his internal organs.

And at that moment, Alisa landed on the ground, rolled over, caught her magic furnace, put her back on her back and inserted several interfaces into it.

She jumped forward and rushed towards the Star Weaver.

At this time, the latter had no time to take care of her.

Miss Nightingale raised the crossbow again and pulled the trigger at the other party.

The arrow shot out in the direction she aimed under the tension of the bowstring, hitting the opponent's shield with one blow. The thin shield flashed and shattered with a bang.

Alisa threw away the crossbow without hesitation, changed to the dagger, and slashed at the other party with one knife.

The dagger was like a dark meteor. The star weaver had just reached out to block it and then let out a scream.

Miss Nightingale lifted the dagger in her hand, and the elf magician's pale left hand flew high and rolled out.

The Star Weaver was already full of holes and knew that he had lost completely. He took a last look at Alissa and prepared to activate the spell stored on his magic wand.

Escape from the battlefield—

But it was at that time that Alisa reached out and pushed it gently on his chest, and a tentacle that swept from nowhere wrapped around his arm.

The Star Weaver was stunned and immediately realized that it was a reel of dead tree man.

This subtle action interfered with his spell, and it was this moment of negligence that a rough branch suddenly emerged from his chest - making a crack, directly piercing him through.

The star weaver's eyes widened.

The elf magician looked down at the gray branch stiffly, and suddenly realized something, with an extremely horror in his eyes.

But Alisa just looked at him, motionless, watching the other party being rolled back by the grey branch, blending into the mist, and being dragged to the giant beast in the distance.

She didn't say a word, and when they first encountered the tree shadow, they were told that the descendants of the holy tree killed by the grey branches, whether they were indigenous or the summoners, would be born into monsters.

Just as their starry light disappeared and they were rejected from this world.

It is your own fault.

Alisa thought.

The sins committed by these people against the unicorn girls in Silver Port were finally reflected on themselves. She took a last look at that direction and turned into a shadow and gradually disappeared.

...

The moment when gray matter appears on the battlefield like a tide, the battle is actually over.

The advance team's front was hit hard from behind. People turned around and saw the dead tree people all over the mountains and fields, and they all responded the same way.

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But the casting profession that stayed behind was in trouble.

The first thing to suffer was the firepower configuration group on the outermost periphery. Most of the eight-man team were magicians. The soldiers and guards who protected them tried to resist, but in a blink of an eye, they were swallowed up by a tide of dead tree people like a tide.

Just like the fallen leaves in the whirlpool, they disappeared after a whirlpool.

Then there were those single-distance professions who were tangled around their ankles before they even took a few steps, and then more vine wrists climbed up and pulled them back.

The soldiers and captains of each squad tried to organize a line of defense.

But to no avail, a giant figure in the fog broke into the battlefield, swept across the entire battlefield with a gray branch, sweeping everyone away.

Then he brought a few people into his own stomach.

"Cause Champion..." The advance team finally lost all their willingness to resist. Without the silver level, they were unable to fight against such gray matter creatures.

But AshClaw had already disappeared on the battlefield, and even the thick smoke from hell had dissipated. As for the other star weaver, he lost the news from the beginning.

People began to flee, but the ending of waiting for them in this gray area is no different.

On the contrary, in the center of the battlefield, Lian, Merriel and Elora, three unicorn girls, used a spell to hide the trace of the carriage position.

They weave high walls with vines to cover the position, and in the center of the ritual spell, the broken gray branch was emitting a glimmer of light.

The dead tree people around seemed to have not noticed this vine wall. They were like separate rivers, bypassing from both sides of the carriage position and leaving in a vast way.

Some people also noticed the abnormality here and tried to escape in this direction, but Faela and Ellovin guarded the entrance of the vine net, and together with the others, they used pointed spears to force the people back.

Those people were about to launch a counterattack, but were entangled by the sweeping tendrils and dragged into the silver-gray ocean, disappearing in a moment.

Ms. Marian stood in the carriage. Even though she was knowledgeable, she couldn't help but look back when she saw this scene.

Next to the gray branch, the three unicorn girls each maintained their spells - Merell closed his brows and gritted his teeth, obviously suffering a lot.

Her face was pale and sweat almost immediately appeared on her forehead.

Lian opened her eyes and glanced at the girl with some concern.

The great will lingered above the three of them - it sometimes came from the distant top of the holy tree, and sometimes it came from the disaster branch not far away.

Suddenly, a huge foot landed next to one of the carriages, making the ground slightly bounced - the poet almost screamed as he watched the scene.

But Dalier, who was standing beside him, quickly covered her mouth, "Woooo--" Tianlan widened his eyes and watched the towering giant beast shaking its body slowly passing through the battlefield.

It looked like a huge bamboo worm. Countless silver bugs cling to its torso and limbs, climbing up and down, and some even landed on the ground while it was walking, making a thumping sound.

"It doesn't matter," Alisa walked out of the shadow, separated the vines and walked in, putting down Jita in her arms, "This spell will assimilate our breath. Even if it makes a sound, they will only think they are the same."

The naturalist lady hurriedly sorted out her appearance, held her glasses, and hurriedly put down her magic book to smooth out the wrinkles on her robe.

"What exactly are their kind?" Dalier asked.

But Miss Nightingale shook her head, who knows?

Even when she watched this scene, she felt her hands trembling slightly. What she was afraid of was not the gray matter creatures - but the insects.

In order to conceal her loss of composure, she threw another thing in front of everyone. Fang Zhuan looked at it and realized that it was a staff.

A pair of runes surrounded the head of a stick. The staff did not come from their time, and he was already very familiar with the patterns on it.

The sacrificial pattern of the Snake Man.

"Is this?" he asked.

"This is the relic of that guy," Alisa replied, "fortunately, he left this thing, and this one."

She handed over a small pocket on her hand.

Fang Yu was surprised. He took it and looked it up and found that it should be the spell material bag of the Star Weaver, but the things inside were not simple.

He saw two king's topaz, a flaming ruby, dragon scales, and some miscellaneous things at a glance, but most of them were valuable.

In fact, they did not gain anything without killing the other Silver Level. AshClaw didn't stay anything else, but he threw it out to deal with Dalier's elf stinging sword and stayed.

That's a legendary sword.

The tide of tree people lasted for a few minutes, and the giant creature had long disappeared from the other end of the fog.

It was not until this moment that the three unicorn girls dissolved the spell. Merell tilted his head and fell into a coma. The elf princess hurriedly supported her.

"Miss Merell is okay?" asked Marian.

Lian shook her head, "She is just overly exhausted, just have a good rest."

She covered Merrell's cold forehead with her hands, feeling a little emotional. Although this elf girl always underestimated herself, she was indeed the firmest and purest unicorn girl she had ever seen.

The clergy she had seen in the autumn woodland were far inferior to her.

The battlefield has returned to silence, but the crystalline woodland has already been in chaos.

Many corpses have not disappeared, and some of them even emit fluorescent white light. The people of the Indomitable Alliance should have left many good things. Although those equipment pilos are not favored, they can be disassembled into materials.

Now that they can't contact the Oak Knights, the reserves in this area have a sense of sourceless water - although the warehouse still remains, there will always be a day when it is used up.

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After a battle, the number of people was reduced by nearly half - but they actually won - it was facing nearly three times their enemies, and...

Silver level.

Two silver ranks.

Of course they knew how they won. Some people even saw how AshClaw's hell flames faded, and the traces left by his battle with Fang Yu and others.

The survivor wanted to express something, but he didn't know what to say for a moment. One of the two Saint Selected Commanders survived and he limped towards the pilobe:

"Your Excellency, we..."

Although he knew that the other party was also a saintly elected, he used honorific words that only those indigenous people with status would use.

He was a little stuttering for a moment. He actually wanted to ask what they should do next? They defeated the advance team, but the other party should not give up.

Until someone took his words.

"Ed, what should we do next?" Elf Bachelor Arian's tone became closer, and he obviously had completely trusted them. "Do you want to return to Silver Wind Harbor?"

This should be the case in theory.

But it is impolite to come but not come.

No matter what the other party’s intention is, it is related to the Saint Association, the Elf Miss, and maybe it is also related to the disaster of the Gray Branch, so it is worth him to find out.

What's more, Fang Zhu has a good temper, but he is not a clay sculpture.

He closed his eyes for a moment, reached out to fiddle with the gears on his goggles. After only a few seconds, he opened his eyes again, and then shook his head gently.

"Young man, what do you want to do?" Marianne heard about his thoughts and became polite. "Tell me, what do you mean is that we won't go back to Silver Wind Harbor? You want to take advantage of the opportunity to catch the mastermind, but is this possible?"

This is naturally possible—

Fang Zhu thought in his heart.

Because just now, he discovered something interesting.

The chess piece they laid out in advance, his "beacon", began to move.
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