“Squad Aegis is in place.”

"The Bastion team has entered the predetermined area and no target has been found."

The star weaver held a long staff and listened silently to the noises coming from the communication crystal. However, those sounds were like a breeze, which was not enough to stir up waves in his ancient well-like thoughts.

Because he is pondering.

But the future foreseeable from the shadow of disaster is obscure, and the light from the stars never reveals the truth to him.

The other side of the boundless abyss did not speak out. The line of fate was chaotic and volatile - he had never encountered such a thing in the past.

The watery moon was falling from the pale branches, sprinkling his black robe.

On the magic wand held by the pale and slender hands, two ancient runes on the head of the wand were slowly circling against each other.

When one of the gray runes walked to the side of the Magician's face, the fluorescent light on the runes reflected a pale face under the shadow of the hood.

The elf's face and thick black hair were hidden with a pair of pointed ears, but the hair was like a burning flame, as dark as ink, and the face's chin was upwards, an ugly scar penetrated the bridge of the nose.

This scar is only his mark, and is one of the few lucky ones who survived the wounds of the ashamed. However, the tragic disaster also gave him unparalleled power. He advanced to the Silver level, and one of the powers of law he mastered came from.

Everyone who can push open the silver door can be said to be lucky, but he only comes from disasters. They are all outstanding people, but some outstanding people come back from the flames of disaster.

AshClaw was looking at this man. Although both of them were from alliances, they did not serve the same order. This elf magician from the unyielding alliance obeyed the Silver Wind Watcher—

And he himself has some thoughts of his own.

He actually didn't see through this person very well. He only knew that the other party was one of the few survivors of the Asa Sword Sword. The scar left an immortal mark on him, but at the same time he also sent the other party to this position.

AshClaw doesn't like to speak too much, and the other party is more taciturn and withdrawn than him. The magic wand in his hand is not a product of this era - the erosion stick "Non-Minas", which is said to have come from a secondary lord in the Dark Age.

The staff gave him strength, but it also absorbed his life at all times.

Its strength is beyond doubt. AshClaw has been coveting this for a long time, but he will never dare to act rashly.

He doesn't care about the unyielding alliance, and may even not take the super competitive league and all rules seriously.

——The majority of those who covet this ancient magic wand have died because they are dead, as if there is a curse lingering on it. AshClaw doesn’t believe in any curse, but he also knows that most of the powers from the Cinsas era are mysterious.

"What did it tell you?" he asked suddenly.

"it?"

"Your magic wand," AshClaw replied, "can't you talk to it?"

"No, I can't," the other party shook his head and replied, "I can only see through the stars about destiny, and find a trace of truth from the ancient weaving threads that the saints draped."

"But this is not without a price. Death will eventually swallow your and my eyes, leaving only a dull abyss in our eyes."

"It's you," AshClaw was a little impatient. "Not me, I'm really fed up with all the things you are talking about. Are you not a summoner? Can you speak more normally?"

He knew that the opponent's power of law came from ancient stars and was proficient in foresight and misfortune. He used this ability more than once to avoid misfortune.

But the price is that most of the others who travelled with him are not that lucky.

AshClaw knew the other party's methods well, and of course he did not want to become the next victim. Although he was also a silver rank, there were too few records of ancient power.

"Aren't you also a summoner?" The Star Weaver looked at him silently, "It's a price to display strength. Are you willing to be that price?"

AshClaw took a breath, "We are in a partnership, not because I beg you to come here, it's the order of the alliance."

The elf magician lowered his eyelids, his pale face remained unchanged: "I can only do my job."

AshClaw looked at the other party and always felt that the other party seemed to have noticed something. Although he was deeply angry that this guy didn't share information with him, he had no choice.

His mission is to kill those people and not let one go. This is the will of the 'those people'. If he collects the money, he will naturally have to do things.

Using orders to swear to the other party, obviously the other party is not stupid either -

AshClaw pulled out the elf stinging sword, and a dark flame ignited silently on the blade. He looked at the star weaver and said, "Then you look forward to it, don't let the suspect escape."

The Star Weaver glanced at him, "If you are in danger, I will take action."

"shut your mouth."

AshClaw never thought he would lose.

He turned and walked down the mountain, and the flames of shadows ignited on each footprint, and the burning footprints continued to the other end of the crystalline forest until they disappeared.

The star weaver looked at this scene silently, and he looked at his magic wand. The paleness on his face under the shadow of the hood became even more serious, as if the blood had completely faded away, like a thin piece of paper.

His lips twitched: "Tell me the ancient stars."

A dark darkness grew in the elf magician's pupils.

But in the shadows, the threads of fate are still obscure, just like an invisible hand holding them together and obscuring his vision.

The star weaving man was slightly stunned.

...

Fang Zhu quickly received the message of the fight in the rear.

One of the two Saint Selected Leaders sent a message telling him that a team of four people attacked them, but the other party was outnumbered and retreated quickly:

"The other side has a warrior, two rangers, and one hidden in the dark, it should be the Nightingale."

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Although Fang Ling hadn't dealt with the guild of the Giant Tree Hill, it can be seen that this is a typical scout-configured team:

One is composed of warriors as the backbone, while the other is a light sharp team composed of agility professions.

The reason why the other party retreated was not because he was repelled, but because the other party had completed the task.

These people are here to test, with the purpose of detecting them here, and that's enough.

However, although Fang Ling was not familiar with the tactics of the Giant Tree Hill Guild, some of the Seven Seas Brigades were familiar with each other. Tianlan, Dalier, and Paparal were all callers who went out from here.

The poet's lady was born in the Grand Guild and immediately spoke: "This is a typical scout squad. They like to use the profession of a sensitivities to form scout squads, and the purpose is to go fast."

As for the others, she stammered and couldn't say more.

Everyone looked at this ignorant little girl with a little regret, thinking that it was no wonder that her brother would be angry with her.

Dalier walked over, carried the little girl behind, and sighed: "I'll just say it--"

"The guild of the Giant Tree Hill usually has three to four scout teams in the team, consisting of one warrior, two nightingales, or two rangers, or two nightingales."

"They don't like to use combat craftsmen because they walk too slowly themselves. Their demands on scouts are not just reconnaissance, but more importantly, flexibility - they will only invest in combat craftsmen on a larger battlefield, and often group actions. This is the origin of the 'war craftsmen' of the Hill of Giant Trees."

"But we shouldn't meet that thing. The other party put three airdrop boats in the airdrop warehouse. Suppose there are twenty people in one airdrop warehouse and the other party threw a group of one and a half to chase us. Most of the people would not bring combat craftsmen with them."

"Their scout team is in a group of four people, and the attack team is generally six people, and the firepower configuration team is about eight more people. Now, assuming there are four scout teams in this regiment half of the man, the remaining composition will be clear at a glance, with a total of six attack teams and a firepower configuration team."

"The attack team of the Giant Tree Hill Guild is very flexible, but it is usually made of two attack professions as the backbone. This attack profession is generally warriors or shield guards, but berserkers and knights are also possible. As for whether to bring a magician or not, it depends on the captain's personal style."

"But even with magicians, they are usually very low-level magicians as auxiliary and support. They will concentrate high-level magicians in the firepower group, usually three, and one crossbow shooter (ranger) as firepower. The others are responsible for protecting them."

"They will conduct fan searches with the airdrop point as the center, and place the scout team at the outermost edge of the fan, just like a tentacle. Once a tentacle comes into contact with the enemy, it will quickly shrink back, and then call other nearby teams to encircle it, just like an ants encountering an enemy and releasing pheromones to summon the same kind. They also call this tactic 'ant colony tactic'."

"The purpose of encirclement is often not to defeat the enemy, but to delay the enemy. They will increase their bargaining chips little by little until they delay the enemy until they are unable to move, until the 'soldier' ​​in the ant colony appears and win with one blow."

"As for this 'soldier ant', it can be the most elite brigade in a team, or the backbone among the candidates, the silver level, the gold level or even the dragon knight."

After hearing this, Fang Rong thought no wonder the people of the Giant Tree Hill were keen on using agility professions to form scout teams.

Because just like using combat craftsmen, they like to concentrate elite troops - but to make the powerful blades reach the enemy, the hunting hounds that match them must be quick and fierce enough.

What made Fang Yu frowned a little that the other party's tactic was at the weak point for the slow-moving investigation team and the family-to-family investigation team. Once they were bitten by a hunting dog, it would be difficult for them to get out.

At this moment, the hunting dog was already following them.

Dalier is familiar with the Giant Tree Hill Guild, and obviously has dealt with it a lot:

"If the opponent's level is around 20, judging by their speed and nearby terrain, they can gather the teams near this fan in at most half an hour."

Fang Yu nodded, while silently retracting the nearby clockwork fairy and conducting a concentrated search on the area behind him.

But the other party's vigilance was beyond his imagination. The scout team really retreated far away and lurked.

The combat craftsmen have this problem in their investigation. Once the opponent notices or stops acting, it will be difficult to uncover the target from the dark.

After all, the manipulator of the clockwork fairy is just a craftsman and is born with weakness in reconnaissance skills. The people of the Giant Tree Hill do not arrange craftsmen in the scout team, which probably has this consideration.

Fang Zhu could only use stupid methods, increase investment, increase density, and plow the forest inch by plowing the land. He knew quick tactics, which was just a variant of the "Fairy Wall" for him.

The other party probably never thought that there was such a perverted person, so he found the person out of a bush for him. However, this time Fang Yu invested too many clockwork fairies, which also aroused the other party's alertness:

The first thing I noticed was the nightingale. He raised his head in one direction with a keen sense of smell, raised his arm crossbow in his hand, and shot an arrow between the crystalline trees not far away-

This was just a tentative arrow. In fact, it did not hit the "snake eye" of the Chinese pulp. It was still a long way off.

But by chance, a branch was shot and the branch fell from above, hitting the clockwork fairy's wings that swung rapidly.

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This subtle movement also attracted the other party's attention. The nightingale also had a numb scalp and immediately realized that her side had been exposed.

What he unexpectedly expected was that this set of tactics worked in the past and was a common method used by major guilds of the Giant Tree Hill. As long as they retreated in time, even teams above level 10 and level 8 may not be able to find them.

After all, during the pursuit, the other party could not come back to find them again. If that were the case, they would not lose.

They relied on this set of extremely strong execution tactics, and they had the upper hand in the battle between the Second World and other competition areas, but they did not expect that they would fail here today.
To be continued...