The seemingly endless sea of ​​gray is approaching the edge of the defense line, and the forefront has already been handed over, and magical fires are occasionally flashing through the night.

The light flew past each other's inanimate tree people, their twisted appearances like insects drilling out of the soil, trying to absorb nutrients from the forest and strengthen themselves.

The Elf Knight looked in that direction, as if he had believed his words, and suddenly spoke: "These are just the lowest-level slurry tree people. They are tillage creatures from higher-level gray matter creatures. As long as the 'maternal bodies' are not eliminated, these things will be endless."

"Maternal body? Is the disaster champion?" Fang Yu asked.

"No," the elves shook his head, "is the nest maker, the disaster champion is just their front-line commander, the huge mother nests will follow the army of gray matter creatures, and they will often stay in the safest place. I originally planned to send a team to deal with them and try to reduce their number."

"We can do this task." Fang Yu replied immediately. They could not spend their limited time on these infinite tilapia monsters. This plan sounds more suitable for their team.

The Seven Seas Brigade is capable and flexible, just like the elite brigades of all the Saint Selected Ones, it is in line with such a mission.

"You have thought it through. The attack just now is just their temptation, and this wave is the main meal. There are at least thousands of slapped tree people in this area, and you may still need to cross the defense line of the disaster champion." The elf lady looked at him and said lightly: "And the people I sent out did not originally plan to come back."

Fang Yu nodded slowly and seriously, "So that's what we need more, ma'am."

"You are mercy on us?" The Elf Knight looked at him in a slight surprise. "Do you think you have an advantage over us? Will you feel sorry for the stranger who has nothing to do with you to die in battle?"

"No, I don't mean that," Fang Yu shook his head, "it's just that no one wants to see unnecessary sacrifices."

"Don't anyone hope," the female knight looked at him with a different look and smiled. "If it weren't for this time, I would probably be willing to make friends with you, a kind human being."

She sighed, "Well, I'll hand you my back to you, and I hope you can come back alive."

Fang Yu nodded, turned around and walked back, took out his communication crystal and gently lit it: "Miss Alisa, now we need to change our plans, let Cui Xisi raise her fairy doll, and leave the rest to Miss Tata."

"Silweid, help me find a topographic map near the battlefield. Let's see where the rear of these gray matter creatures are."

"In addition, if the second regiment comes back, the seven-sea regiment needs to reassemble."

The situation on the battlefield is still flowing and changing. The elves' unicorn knights began to gather on the flanks. The elves' female knights needed them to open a passage for Fang Zhu and others, but the Saints' Chosen may also be gone forever.

She thought that her always savvy deputy would question her. But the chief warlock kept the silence she deserved, which made her look at the other party unexpectedly.

"You think this plan is better?"

"No, it's just not worse than the original plan."

"You still hope we can survive."

“No one doesn’t want to be alive.”

"But we are the sons of Ruguang."

"The Son of Raoguang also fought for life, commander, for himself and for the fire of the mortal world, which was the case a thousand years ago, and now it is the case."

The female knight shook her head. The warrior had no right to choose the value of his own death. People think that the Saint Whites are arrogant, but they just couldn't understand the long time and loneliness that the lineage of Su Guang faced.

Just like the prosperity and decline of forests, plants wither from prosperity and flourish from death, new buds are always hidden under humus. Repeatedly, time is like a cycle of reincarnation.

In the cycle of reincarnation, some things naturally lose their value, and Yinfenggang's battle for power is also contaminated with the aura of a short-lived mortal.

And the Elf King, the King has what he wants.

And they are just blades.

The shooter and the elf hunter holding the magic gun had stood on the walls one after another, and the arrows and fire were almost connected in the night.

The fire occasionally lit up the edge of the front line, and the dead gray matter creatures fell layer after layer on the front of the position, and their bodies were stacked together, looking like a gray low wall from a distance.

The low wall stood opposite to the wedge-shaped wall of the elves.

And that is just a small part of the gray matter creatures on the battlefield. They are facing an endless wave, and the sea will not die, and this wave is naturally the same.

The elves of the elves turned into a blade, and they cut a hole in the flank of the Ash Treeman, but the hole was just like a leaf in a vortex and soon disappeared.

The cavalry's attack was fruitless, and the Elf Knights and their unicorns fought a spiral on the front line and had to go around from afar, trying to find a new opportunity.

The chief warlock shook his head, "The chance is too slim. Take back the team. It seems that this plan is not very successful. I didn't expect that it would be so difficult to just open a channel."

"No, try again," the elf female knight frowned and bit her lip. "If we can't attack, we can't defend for too long by relying on this shallow line of defense, and we are far from reaching the time limit for completing the mission. It's strange that today's attack of gray matter creatures is more violent than usual. Did their 'commanders' realize something?"

She took out the communication crystal. Although the Ethernet veins were filled with noise and interference, they could still contact the Qihai Brigade at such a close distance. "Ed, you need to wait a little longer."

"No, don't wait any longer, please let your team return, ma'am."

"What's wrong? Do you think the plan needs to be changed?"

No, it's just not necessary.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! Fang Yu looked up and saw several bright light belts falling from the night sky. The Lancer-type air combat structure that took off from the deck of the Qihai Traveler took two and a half minutes to span the twelve air miles and officially arrived above the battlefield.

This is already the limit of the control range of Qihai Traveler. Miss Tata's calm voice came from Fang Yu's mind: "Mr. Knight, please take over."

Fang Yu nodded and pulled down his goggles.

At that moment, there seemed to be a few light links in my mind. The light link was extending infinitely in one direction, and then it suddenly opened up, and several completely different paintings were reflected in his vision.

Like broken glass, with insect compound eyes, the scene reflected in each picture is a divided battlefield, a gray tide, a elves' positions, and a fire net intertwined in the dark.

A dot of light rose above the battlefield, and many people saw this scene. The flashing green light was like a drone, thrown high and flew into the night sky.

But someone still recognizes what that is.

"Goddess!"

Someone exclaimed. Not every night walker's craftsman is related to the conspiracy. There are also many ordinary people among them. Alchemists from non-combat craftsmen are not good at fighting, but this does not prevent these people from paying attention to the battlefield.

The construction of the crystal tower is slow, but whether it can be built in the end actually depends on the result of this battle, so many people look in this direction.

Someone had almost seen the etheric beam extending from the goblin humanoid, whose silver beam stretched into the air, connecting to those peculiar components.

They couldn't recognize what the structure it was. The clumsy port-made chassis was hidden under heavy armor. The human figure's upper body reflected the cold light of the stars and the moon. The knight held a giant shield in one hand and a long spear in the other.

It was like a blue light that separated the clouds and swooped down from above the clouds, charging towards the enemy.

Almost all of them were stunned, thinking that they were in a guild battle, with steel machinery hanging down from the sky, bringing flames of destruction.

The cold metal tear the air, and the magic engine roared and let out a low scream. When fourteen beams of light descended from the night sky, the knight in the armor shone with cold light pointed the tip of the gun to the ground and activate it.

The golden red light hangs down from the air like a rain curtain, like more than a dozen sharp knives cutting through the gray trend. Wherever it passes, it is like plowing the ground. The gray tree man instantly catches fire and burns under the high temperature, cut into two pieces, and turns into ashes.

Fang Zhu raised his magic glove, and then fourteen beams of light descended from the clouds. Countless light bands formed a comet-like light tail on the clouds. Each fourteen frames formed an attack wave, which could be seen by everyone.

Everyone was shocked. There were as many as six attack waves in the air, and eighty-four lancers patrolled the clouds. People were not sure about the true level of these configurations, but this attack was not a guild that dispatched half of the main fleet?

What others didn't expect was that they would get air support. Could it be that a certain battle group of the Twelve Colored Iris has arrived?

Only the elf female knight understood what was going on. She was looking in that direction with an incredible look, but noticed the expression of her deputy on the side:

"They have floating battleships, and there are more than one."

"This fleet is cruising outside the gray area, at least more than ten miles away from here, otherwise we would not have found them. But being able to place nearly one hundred structural units outside the ten miles away is at least the size of a main fleet."

The Elf Knight frowned, questioning in his heart whether Tiruan's 11th Squadron was blind, and the giant wind element detector on the main-class flagship "Jinhui" was broken?

Yes, the Son of Light also has its own fleet, but it is difficult for them to notice a corner of this battlefield. Almost all the main fleets were put into the frontal battlefield, fighting with the gray matter army that was like tsunami there.

The battle here has been separated from a certain part, and this disaster branch extends from a branch of the disaster tree Gus, so this gray area can also be said to be part of the Gus disaster domain.

The unicorn knights on the edge of the battlefield are about to move. The fire strikes descending from mid-air have given them a chance to launch an attack. Opportunities on the battlefield are often fleeting, but the commanders of the elves follow strict discipline.

After all, for the elves of the long-lived autumn woodland, nothing is more important than discipline.

Mortals still have to learn lessons from a long time, but the elves often experience all kinds of lessons themselves. Therefore, the knights of the silver helmets remained silent, with a solemn expression, and just looked towards the wall.

The Elf Knight seemed to feel this gaze, but she did not immediately give the order, "Ms. Commander, if you insist on launching a charge, please let your Knight wait."

The voice still had the spirit of a young man, as if the simple young man was still standing in front of him and talking face to her. But the elf female knight had already attached more importance to it, and this emphasis was brought by equal strength.

The Silver Watcher and Guild Alliance have many silver ranks participating in this battle, but the silver ranks are like loose sand on the battlefield, and scattering on this huge sand table cannot benefit every front.

The female knight was even a little sorry, thinking that Fang Zhu should not be here, but should be in a more important place on this battlefield.

She quickly reacted from her thoughts, but did not respond directly, and just nodded slightly.

The silver cavalry remained motionless on the battlefield, like a reef standing in the turbulent flow.

People have discovered that someone on the ground is guiding the components in the air, "It's that fairy humanoid!" Some people have tried to extend their hands in that direction and connect their computing power into the Ethernet network.

"Captain, there are a few more calculation power beacons in my fairy human form."

Cui Xisi's short voice came from the communication crystal.

Fang Yu actually felt that the computing power link was widened in that moment.

Because there are too many enemies, the lancers on the Qihai Traveler almost came out in full swing.

After a period of restoration and reorganization, and since leaving the Oak Hills, the seven-sea brigade has been preparing for war, and with the assistance of Aina's small treasury, the standing components on the seven-sea brigade have returned to a stable number.

However, controlling more than 80 lances was already very limiting and even very difficult for Fang Zhu. He rarely felt the heavy pressure on his mind, and Cui Xisi's fairy could only share part of it.

Outside more than ten miles, Miss Tata's support for them with the help of the Qihai Traveler account was very small. So when the computing link was injected with new resources, Fang Yu felt a clear spring water pouring into her thoughts.

He couldn't help but feel excited.

Fang Zhu gently hooked his hand, and two attack waves of twenty-eight lancers poked out the clouds from the air.

Then they encountered trouble with the elves, which were giant tree men with huge roots and branches tied together. They almost formed a moving wall. No wonder the elves' cavalry could not break through their defense for a while.

But twenty-eight golden-red beams of light plowed open this line of defense without any obstacles, and the huge withered tree people caught fire and turned into a wall of fire.

People couldn't help but scream excitedly when they saw the fire wall. The elves were a little indifferent to this scene because it seemed to be unchanged in the battle, but most of the craftsmen had not participated in much battle.
To be continued...