Fang Zhu slowly lowered his head, and the fire light reflected under the goggles flashed gently in the cold wind.

In one of the eyes exposed outside, the expression was quiet, and the darkness in the pupils reflected the twisted texture in the palm of the hand. On the silver smooth surface, roses and thorns were engraved on it. On the other side, there were the side images of the ancient kings - forests, winter wolves and hunting teams, ghosts arranged 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 the battlements.

The red light on the crystal also spreads.

The forest is awakening.

The summoners lined up and walked out of the bushes. Yan Xin reached out to hold the hilt of the sword and pulled his sword out of the snow. At the same time, he turned his head to look at the tall and thin lady beside him. "What do you think?" he asked. Zhuo Zhuo Qihua looked at him and only smiled slightly: "I have seen many people who speak big."

"Then why do you still believe him?" "I don't believe him," the lady turned around, with a proud light in her silver eyes. "But we come here for a fight, why bother to find any reason? This is also good, I like to be straightforward."

She stretched out her hand and held up a flying snowflake, "I'm not used to the alliance's behavior."

"You have a holiday with them?"

"Who isn't?"

Yanxin thought: "Do you think the alliance has a interest in it?"

Zhuo Zhuo Qihua looked at him with some interest, and smiled with white teeth, "Don't you understand when they look anxious and jumped over the wall?"

"What about you?" she asked again.

"I," Yan Xin replied, "I just want to help those refugees."

"Then you are such a good person."

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

"Everyone, this is the 'traveler'."

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

The voice continued:

"Next, the entire third division will witness this action."

"Our offense will start in a quarter of an hour..."

"Wait, how do you guarantee that we are not hiding into the enemy's encirclement?" In the communication channel, a muffled voice was asking. People heard that it was the voice of the dwarf named Silisha, the leader of the White Rhino Adventure Group.

But Fang Yu did not answer this question.

"'Falcon' group, Luo Yu, Luo Hao, you go north along the valley and turn to the west after getting my further orders."

"The 'Rhino' group, Sirisha, Griegel, you pass through the valley and into the forest to the north."

"The 'Fox' team, rock core, bright and bright, you can get rid of the scout team in front of you."

“‘Winter Wolf’ group…”

Above the community, the noise is gradually quieting down.

People were surprised to see the scene in the video divided into two, then divided into four, four into eight, eight into one six, and finally frozen into the scene like insect compound eyes.

The wandering horse almost stood up from the edge of his table, knocking down the cup with his hands, and the coffee spilled all over the floor without realizing it.

In Miya's communication channel, there was a glimmer of surprise in the eyes of the onlookers. They turned around and exchanged expressions in their eyes.

"How much control is this?"

"What is the control?" The discussion in the community seemed to have not figured out what was happening for a while.

But there are always some keen people, "Forty-eight, or fifty?"

"Wait, you don't mean that these images were all sent back by the Clockwork Fairy, right?"

"What about that?"

"Damn, is this controlled by one person?"

"This is a picture split from a system, almost certainly controlled by one person."

"But in fact, more than forty controls are nothing. If the opponent has level 35 or level 40."

"But do you think it's possible? He was a newcomer a year and a half ago. Even if he completed the Dragon Witch's mission line, he is only in his early 20s now."

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

People suddenly became surprisingly silent.

Miya's quiet eyes swept through each picture one by one, and she counted it carefully. There were 52 pictures in total - although 52 controls seemed nothing, she still felt a little happy in her heart.

Among the onlookers, someone suddenly whistled: "Excellent, of course I didn't mean that this little guy, after all, it's just like that for more than fifty controls. Miss Loofah is worthy of being a combat craftsman, how did you see it?"

Loofah smiled and said nothing.

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

"Hmm?" Miya looked at her with a little surprise, "Don't you look at it anymore?"

"It's not interesting to fight at this level, but this guy is growing up so I won't watch it now. Let's talk about it later." Loofah shook his ponytail lightly, "At least, when he can get to our side, we'll talk about other things."

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

"Miss Loofah, don't say it as if there is no suspense anymore," said the person who spoke before. He was not angry at all. After all, he had already become familiar with the other party's personality. "These fifty clockwork fairies are useless on the real battlefield. After all, the number of people in a craftsman group may be higher than this. Fighting is not a show of skills."

"That's right."

But Loofah smiled and looked at the other party: "But this is not a clockwork goblin."

The man was slightly stunned.

...

Hearing the sound from the crystal, he was stunned for a moment.

She couldn't help but look up, but where was there any enemy scout? When she almost suspected that Fang Yu was looking for her happiness, the other party's voice came from the team channel again: "First left, one hundred and fifty feet, traveling northwest and southeast, at a speed of about thirty feet."

Yan Xin held the sword in both hands and stood beside her vigilantly. When he heard this data, he looked in that direction almost instinctively. He frowned slightly, as if he really saw a shadow flashing through the bushes in that direction, but he was not sure.

But as a nightingale, Zhuang Qihua was much more professional than him in this regard. A trace of surprise flashed in the former's eyes, and he instinctively raised his crossbow in that direction. But just as she was about to shoot, the voice sounded again: "Twice the left ten degrees."

"Shadow Clones..." Zhuo Zhuo Qihua could not describe his feelings at that moment. Because this skill was originally owned by the Shadow Dancer, she should be more familiar with the nightingale than the other party, but after the previous moment of negligence, she almost forgot this.

But the other party's prompt was as calm as if he had expected it.

Any experienced nightingale would indeed use shadow clones to confuse the enemy in an environment that might be exposed. She slightly tilted the crossbow in her hand to the left, and with full concentration, she had vaguely found a dark red outline from the darkness there.

That is exactly the reconnaissance skills that are taking effect.

In the case of any stealth skill being unintentional, it is always much easier to actively detect than to passively hide in almost the same amount of confrontation. Of course, the premise is that you must first figure out where your target is hidden.

So Zhuo Zhuo Qihua pulled the trigger without thinking. With a muffled sound, Yanxin beside her saw a figure falling down from the other side.

The female leader put down the crossbow and breathed a sigh of relief. But suddenly, she felt a moment of trance. Only then did she remember how accurate the prompt the other party gave her at the beginning - she was not unfamiliar with combat craftsmen, but ordinary combat craftsmen often could only provide a rough location.

In the confrontation between scouts, the more accurate the judgment of the direction, the more effective the reconnaissance skills can be.

"Can he put all the clockwork fairies into this direction?"

Zhuo Zhuo Qihua was a little aphasic for a moment, and a strange idea came into his mind:

"Does he want to fuck me?"

And she was not the only one who had the same doubts at this moment.

The dwarf panted and inserted the axe in his hand to the ground, patted the snow mud on the heavy armor, and looked around. His members, most of whom were dwarves from Elderon, were cleaning the battlefield, and their bodies fell across the mountain stream one by one in the east and the west.

He pressed his hand on the handle of the axe, his chest undulating so that his long beards rose up, and he shouted into the woods: "How do you know they are coming here? How do you know we are setting up an ambush here!?"

He was not worried that someone would find himself. Anyway, they were all broadcasting live on the community, so they were still worried about this?

But the dwarf's rude voice echoed between the woods, but no one answered his question for a while.

Between the dark woodland, there was only a small silver fairy, quietly passing through the canopy, flying nimblely among the layers of branches.

They occasionally stopped, embedded in the black crystal on it, and their quiet eyes silently stared at everyone who dared to penetrate the forest. They were just like silent ghosts, staring at the passing passengers.

The community was silent, and people seemed to forget what to discuss for a moment. In their inherent impression, on such a complex battlefield, especially under the cover of night, the clockwork fairies of combat craftsmen can only walk over the night sky and monitor the battlefield from a high point.

But the pictures of those shuttle are all moving in the dense forest at this moment, and accurately avoiding every branch that grows horizontally, and sometimes even in a dark environment to avoid sudden obstacles. Most people can only see the wind and snow in the sky and the branches and leaves of trees that occasionally flash by.

The wide-angle picture shows skills beyond everyone's imagination. No one has ever thought before that using the wide field of view mode in a narrow environment is such an experience. But this does not mean that it is simple. Many people feel dizzy just by looking at the picture.

"My God, is this man a monster?"

"Everyone, I am an offline analyst at Steel. Let me say something..."

"If this guy can maintain this advantage, then this battle may be interesting. I don't believe that the craftsmen in the Crow Claw Temple have the ability to lower their fairies to this height under such weather. If we guarantee that we will not lose our vision advantage, it will be fine for these people to escape unscathed. No wonder they dare to boast about it so much."

“It’s a pity that they are broadcasting live…”

"If they don't broadcast live, do they really have a chance to win?"

Before he finished speaking, the scene in the live broadcast changed. Several clockwork fairies reflected in the sight of another team of scouts from the Crow Claw Temple from different angles, and the latter did not notice the fact that they had exposed.

The community seemed to be frozen for a moment, and everyone watched the scene silently, sucking the air conditioner. They really didn't understand how the other party could find the scout hidden in the forest and belonging to the Crow Claw Temple so quickly in the darkness.

But this problem is too simple for Fang Zhu, because the dark scenes seem to others, which are actually as bright as daytime in his opinion. The "Disaster Star" developed from the "Silver Bee" originally had a night vision module, not to mention that since the ring of golden flames was ignited again, the power of the Dragon King seemed to have returned to him again.

Of course, more importantly, his clockwork leprechaun flew lower—
To be continued...