The forest was filled with mist like ice dust, and the temperature was so low that frost could cover eyebrows. The forest was immersed in deep blue tones. But what was even colder was the human heart, which was extremely silent for a moment.

"Ed, you are thinking too much," one person said.

Before he finished speaking, an arrow flew from the forest and nailed his throat.

The arrow feathers were white as snow and still swaying. Everyone suddenly scattered and fell to the ground. Fang Plover wiped the blood on his face, and after a moment's delay, an arrow flew past his hair.

"Don't move." Quelord lay quietly in the bushes, looking at Fang Plover with his gray-blue eyes. "In which direction?" He turned around and asked.

Scarpe didn't say anything. She listened to the surroundings with her pointed ears. For a moment, an extremely ugly look appeared on her face. "I can't find that guy."

Everyone was silent.

There is no such thing as a profession in the new world. Ranger is already a title after the three skills of tracking, natural cognition and shooting have been invested in the third level, and is the last level of lower-level titles. Scarpe has always been the second-ranked Dawn Star.

A master, if even she can't find the opponent, it means that the opponent is no ordinary.

At this time, a long cry came from the woods to the north, extremely clear.

Everyone's expressions were extremely ugly.

Scarpe also cursed secretly, how could there be any night owl in the forest at this time? The sniper hiding in the dark was clearly teasing them, making it clear that he was not afraid of them discovering his position.

"On the north side, at least five hundred feet away." Scarpe told the others uncomfortably.

"So far?" Everyone gasped. "Can it be reached?"

Scarpet shook her head slightly.

This distance is at least half as far as her shooting range. No wonder the opponent is confident.

This gap is too big, and it is impossible for the elite group of the Silver Forest Spear to have such a master. The opponent's arrogance also made Scarpe think of a possibility - the Silver Shadow, the elite brigade of the Silver Forest Spear.

Querod also realized this and asked in a deep voice: "Who is it?"

Scape thought for a while and replied: "Qin Zhi, Yin Zhiyi only has a long-range physics department."

Fang Yu listened to this ID in confusion, which he had never heard of before. Regarding the Silver Forest Spear Brigade, he only knew that the Silver Glory of the Silver Forest Crown was known as the weakest link among the ten major guilds.

Also, KUN, the all-seeing one.

On top of a towering ancient tree in the north, Qin Zhi whistled frivolously, visually inspected the shooting results with a relaxed look, and then used his hunting knife to carve a horizontal line on the bark of the tree. He had no intention of concealing his position, although there were lush foliage all around.

, but his biggest reliance is distance. The battlefield of nearly 150 meters is enough for him to shoot anyone.

He wears a dark green cloak. Under the wing-like cloak is hidden his beloved bow 'Falcon'. The bow is five feet long, and its arms are made of Lotao's white bone wood. It is gray and smooth, as if waxed. The bow

One end of the arm is equipped with a gear frame, and the gemstone on it is Hanrui Beryl, which can pull the steel bowstring. The metal box in the center is inserted into the red dragon's tongue, a rare red quartz stone, which forms the main body of this bow.

, Level IV Falcon components, increase the range by 50%.

The value of this bow alone is enough to buy the entire Dawn Star adventure group. Its market price is 1.5 million lisels, and it has no market price.

Not to mention the range advantage of the Nighthawk title itself.

He put down the hunting knife and picked up the crystal pendant. The crystal became brighter in his hand, and a trace of light exuded from it, intertwining to form a page of light. The faint light reflected in the depths of his pupils, Qin Zhi used a finger to

Zen slowly typed on it word by word: "I saw them."

An ID pops up on the window.

KUN: "Did you convince them?"

KUN: "Why don't you speak?"

Qin Zhi: "Wait a minute, I'm typing slowly."

KUN: "..."

Qin Zhi: "I killed one."

KUN: "..."

KUN: "Forget it, then stop them and you can figure it out yourself."

Qin Zhi: "I understand."

Qin Zhi raised his head and couldn't help but smile. He said to himself, "I thought I wouldn't be able to find him if I hid. That's interesting." He looked into the distance and saw that the forest was dark, and he slowly raised his bow.

The sharp sound pierced the air in the darkness, like a sharp eagle cry.

Fang Yu subconsciously turned his head, just in time to see the piece of rotten wood not far away explode with a bang, and a soldier hiding behind flew out directly. Sawdust and dust fell from the sky, falling on his head and face.

"Penetrating shooting?" Fang Yu was filled with surprise. In the past, he often saw such wonderful skills in high-end Chosen battle videos - blind shooting, anticipation, and sniping at enemies behind obstacles. Because of the arrow

It will deform when passing through dense materials. In order to accurately hit the subsequent target, not only does the shooter need to be mature and experienced, but also very good equipment support is required.

This was the first time that Fang Yu experienced the skills that he could only see on videos in the new world. But what doubled his pressure was that the person performing this skill was now opposite him.

In fact, Fang Yu was slower to react than others. He realized that there were professional selectors among his opponents. They might not be the names he was familiar with in his memory, but they were at least second-tier or even first-tier brigade members. He didn't know the first one.

What level can the top selectors of the first world achieve? Penetrating shooting is just an introductory skill for the professional selectors of the second world.

Another tip for getting started is to dual-control the Clockwork Fairy.

He looked at the warrior who had been hit by an arrow. He was sitting between the arched roots of an ancient tree with his head lowered. There was an arrow stuck in the upper part of his left chest, which went straight into the tail. The tail feathers of the arrow were snow-white, with a thin upper band.

Looking at the velvet, Fang Plover recognized that it was the precious Pegasus feather. The long feathers carried the magic power of the air system to increase the hit rate.

This discovery made him lower his opponent's evaluation. Real masters generally don't use such tail feathers. This is a sign of lack of confidence.

The soldier was not dead yet. His clothes were covered with blood and sawdust fragments, but his chest was still heaving slightly. He was just in a coma due to heavy injuries and lost the ability to move. Behind the diffuse mist, Fang Plover saw another thin man.

The figure was Elsa, the therapist in the team, a girl who was only fifteen years old, two years younger than him. She seemed to have noticed the situation here.

Fang Yu's heart moved, and he waved his hand vigorously in that direction, regardless of his own safety, asking her to go back.

But it's a little late.

Elsa jumped up and rushed towards the ancient tree. At this time, a sharp arrow passed through the forest fog and hit her in the back of the heart. The thin figure fell not far away from the soldier, and there was no movement.

When Fang Yu saw this scene, a ball of anger suddenly arose in his heart. He knew that the man was fishing, which was nothing. There were no right or wrong tactics on the battlefield, but the opponent had to wait until the moment when Elsa thought she had succeeded.

Take action, such behavior is too bad.

Fang Yu never dreamed that there would be such a dark-minded guy among the professional selectors. The top selectors he knew each had their own personal styles, but they were all aboveboard.

He subconsciously wanted to rush out, but Quilod held him down. "Elsa is dead." The tall, taciturn man shook his head at him. Fang Plover couldn't help but take a deep breath, wishing he could kill him with his own hands.

The opponent hiding in the dark was dragged out and beaten.

But anger doesn't change anything.

He was still just a life professional without any fighting ability. This was the first time that Fang Pliance set foot on the battlefield, and it was also the first time that he felt deeply powerless. He couldn't help but have an idea in his heart, it would be great if he had magic adaptability.

Already.

Fang Plover himself was shocked by his own idea, and he thought he didn't care about it. There is a famous saying in the virtual community related to Aitaria - in Aitaria, weakness is the original sin.

He did not agree with this utilitarian argument, but at this moment he could not help but feel the reality and sense of this sentence.

Not only him, but others in Dawn Star were also gnashing their teeth. They were not afraid of death, but being nakedly humiliated was not a common experience.

Unfortunately, sometimes this is reality.

Weakness is the original sin.

With the ability of this small private adventure group, it is already the limit to confront the main group of Silver Forest Spear, and there is only room for escape against the elite group. Not to mention opponents like Yin Zhiyi, they are the craziest.

I never imagined that I would one day fight against the top selectors.

The forest became quiet again.

The opponent did not fire another round of shooting, but this feeling was even more overwhelming. Fang Plover stared motionlessly at Elsa's cold body and the soldier whose fire of life was about to extinguish.

Scarpe knew very well that the other party was just teasing them, but this might not be an opportunity for Dawn Star. "We have to take action," she said to the others: "The members of the brigade will not act alone, at least not

As a team of two, we can only wait for death if we stay here, we must break out."

Everyone present, except Fang Plover, was an experienced veteran. They understood what Scarpe meant and nodded: "If we escape in groups, we can always escape a few."

"Ed cannot die," Scape reminded: "While he is still alive, we can activate Jeffrit's Dragon Knight and then come back to fuck these sons of bitches."

After she mentioned it, everyone suddenly realized that this was not impossible. Facing the Dragon Knight, if they were not the top selectors in the second world, there would be almost no hope of survival. The guys like Yin Zhiyi were just like nothing in front of the Dragon Knight.

Just cannon fodder.

Thinking of this, the big guy regained a little confidence and asked: "What should we do?"

"Let's test it first." Scape gestured to the two people not far away to test each other. The two people nodded and jumped up without hesitation, one to the left and the other to the nearest obstacle.

Then he ran over madly.

Another sharp sound pierced the air, and the man on the right covered his neck and fell down. But the man on the left jumped behind the rock, clenched his fist and waved this way.

"Half a second." A deep light flashed in Scarpet's eyes.

"Huh?" Qin Zhi also realized the other party's intention. The reaction of these mercenaries was much faster than he expected, and he couldn't help but let out a slight snort. He originally thought he could play for a while longer.

He became a little more serious. He did not fully implement KUN's order. Although the other party did not argue with him, Qin Zhi knew very well that if there were any flaws in the plan due to himself, the club would not let him go easily.

.

He raised his bow again.
To be continued...