A commonly used magic weapon, the non-attribute crystal inside can be used three times after being charged.

"Thank you, Miss Scarpet."

He didn't waste any time. He untied his huge backpack and threw it on the ground. He put the metal box on his back and clicked the leather tube and latch on it to the magic furnace behind him. He walked briskly to the wall and took a look below.

The wall is higher on this side, a full fifteen meters.

Fang Plover has never skydived.

But he didn't have the slightest fear in his heart, and took a step forward without hesitation. Scarpe wanted to remind him of things to pay attention to, but before he could say anything, he saw this guy jump.

She had never seen such a bold newcomer before, and she was really gritting her teeth: "This kid..."

Fang Yu only heard the whistling of the wind, and suddenly there was a soft click behind him. He felt his body lightened, and his falling speed suddenly slowed down. He turned around and saw a glider wing spread out behind the metal box. The wing was light and soft.

It was thin, like spider silk - but in fact he knew very well that it was a web of etheric magic.

The magic furnace behind him is starting to get hot, the indicator on the glove is spinning like crazy, and the magic power is decreasing rapidly. This is the biggest shortcoming of the non-attribute crystal - the magic power reserve is too low, and the output power is far from enough.

Fortunately, the slow-fall structure was just an ordinary magic device, and it finally landed before the magic furnace was overloaded.

He quickly turned off the valve and let out the steam of the coolant. The hot gas almost made him withdraw his hand. Only then did the temperature of the core crystal gradually return to a stable level. Looking up, he saw that the members of the adventure group were also descending one after another, and they were lower than him.

Much more calm.

Scarpe, who was also carrying a wounded man, slid down along the dense aerial roots. With ease, he came to Fang Plover in a few ups and downs, and threw the huge backpack to him.

Fang Plover quickly caught the backpack.

"Don't stop, go to the ruins!" Scape pointed in a direction, where there was an elven arcade covered with vegetation, submerged under a large hematite fern. Fang Plover nodded and ducked into the dense forest.

There was a crisp sound of gunfire behind him, and he looked back. The people of the Silver Forest Spear were rushing out of the fog, and were beaten back by a row of volleys. Fang Plover did not dare to stay longer, and separated the feathery leaves of the tall hematite fern.

Susu walked into the depths of the ruins.

Scape saw his figure disappear, then turned around and called others to take away the wounded.

Behind the dense forest is a street that existed from ancient times - on both sides are old and damaged buildings. The roots of towering ancient trees are intertwined with moon-white stones. The branches are lush and leafy, and a large number of aerial roots are laid out like a network of pipes.

On the ground, it looked a bit seeping under the cold moonlight.

The surrounding area is mysterious and quiet. There are crumbling stones everywhere with incomplete patterns on them. However, I don’t know how much time I have not stayed here, so these stones are covered with moss and selaginella. The square plover walked through the ruins on hands and feet.

, he saw that the elven arcade was always on his side, and used this to judge his direction.

A huge bird flapped its wings and flew away from the towering tree crown. He was startled. When he raised his head, he saw that it was a huge Tarun's White-necked Crow, and he couldn't help but cursed secretly.

There was a deep ravine in front of him. The bottom of the ravine was covered with rubble, which looked like part of a temple. It didn't look like it was formed naturally. However, Fang Plover only took a look at it and didn't think much about it. He didn't dare to stop walking along the ravine.

I walked forward on the edge, and soon I found a passable 'bridge'. It was actually the roots of an ancient oak tree, spanning the ravine, like an elven arch bridge.

Fang Plover looked around. The forest far and near was deserted. There were a few mice under the ravine, swinging their plump bodies in the moonlight. The Talon white-necked crow also flew to nowhere at this moment.

Only the shadows of lush trees were left above his head, and the ruins were completely submerged in vegetation. If it weren't for the remaining elven buildings, he almost thought he was back in the forest outside.

He then took off his backpack, took out a roll of rope from inside and tied it up. Then he carefully climbed up the roots of the ancient oak with the rope and moved over little by little. After reaching the other side, he pulled the rope to tie up his backpack.

Drag it from the bottom of the ditch.

This action was so tiring that he was sweating profusely. He opened his backpack and checked it, and found that a set of alchemical utensils had been smashed, including a very expensive crystal retort. Fang Plover's heart was bleeding.

He picked out the glass fragments and threw them away, then sat there and rested for a while. Just as he was wondering why the others hadn't caught up yet, a generous hand suddenly pressed on his shoulder. Fang Plover was so frightened that he almost screamed, and turned around

Only then did they realize that it was Quirod who was silent. He and Scarpe had caught up at some point.

Behind the two of them, other people also rustled apart the ferns and walked out not far away.

Fang Yu breathed a sigh of relief and asked, "How is it?"

"The people from the Silver Forest Spear didn't catch up." Querod shook his head.

"Then what's next?" Fang Plover looked around. He really didn't expect that the ruins would be so big.

Scape turned back and asked the others: "Did anyone see the direction in which the Holy Serpent's glider crashed?"

"I saw it. To the southeast, the glider hit a broken tower there." someone replied.

"I saw it too."

People agreed one after another.

Quelord looked at the direction filled with mist. "I know that direction, it's not very far. There's no time to waste. We'll hit the road after the alchemist is almost rested."

"I have no problem. In fact, I have already rested for a while," Fang Yu replied, "but I have a question."

Quelord looked at him and gestured to him.

Scape frowned and thought for a moment, then said from the side: "Quelod, the people from the Silver Forest Spear appear very strangely."

Querod was stunned for a moment, then nodded. "They did respond a little faster." He thought for a moment, and then asked, "Then what are you worried about?"

Scarpe shook her head. "I just think there are too many accidents tonight."

"I think the people of the Silver Forest Spear have a purpose," Fang Plover thought for a moment and organized his speech. "Mr. Querod, why didn't they catch up? I was curious before about what is in this ruins.

?”
Chapter completed!