Fang Plover kept switching the pictures in his field of vision. Rain and leaves were rushing towards his face in the darkness. Since he did not have night vision, he let the clockwork fairy fly very low. And soon, he saw the picture he wanted.

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A dazzling bolt of lightning was falling from the distant sky, reaching up to the sky and down to the forest, making the whole world ablaze.

In the falling rain curtain, several panicked faces came into his sight. Twenty or thirty people were running forward while looking back. They moved forward across the bushes in the torrential rain, and then the light faded.

Everything fell into silence again, so only the sound of raindrops was left in the darkness.

Fang Yu was slightly startled. The people he saw were unarmed, and their attire did not look like adventurers, but more like local aborigines. Rather than saying that these people were here for his group, they were

It's something you're afraid of and running away from.

"What's happening here?"

With a slight movement in his heart, he made one of the clockwork fairies hover, and the other three fairies suddenly accelerated, passing over the heads of these people and flying behind them.

The thopter made a subtle but sharp mechanical buzz as it accelerated, and its four separated feathers swept across the rain curtain, bringing up a thin line of water.

Among the people on the ground, a young man raised his head in confusion and stopped on the spot. An iron gauntlet behind him stretched out and patted his shoulder.

"eior."

Fang was stunned for a moment before he realized that this was a sentence in Sufino language, the unique nasal accent of the highland people. This sentence means "go quickly". These people are indeed aborigines and ethnic minorities living in Talon.

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The system automatically adjusted his language system so that he could understand the following conversation.

The person who spoke was the only one with weapons among the group. He was an older and resolute knight, with a two-handed sword slung across his back. His black hair was streaked with silver and his eyes were steady. He pushed the young man, and

The shape of the shoulder armor reflects the faint water light.

"Lord Protector, I heard something just now."

"It's a squirrel."

"That's definitely not the sound of a squirrel, sir, it was up there, I heard it." The young man said a little excitedly.

"Okay, no matter what it is, let's go, those things are going to catch up." The knight raised his head and glanced at the dark tree crown, and the rain fell on his face, gathering into a stream and pouring into the armor.

Suddenly, someone screamed from behind.

"Here they come!"

The sound was as shrill as a mourning crow.

The knight pushed the young man away, and the young man stumbled forward and ran a few steps. He turned around and saw that in the pouring rain, a little green fluorescence had appeared on the other side of the forest. They gathered into a sea and surrounded him from behind.

Come up.

It's the undead

Fang Plover saw clearly that the green light spot was actually the hollow light in the skeleton's eye socket.

He couldn't help but gasp. There were so densely packed undead in the forest that countless dim lights floated together, forming an endless sea of ​​light. The bones were thick and close to each other, as if they had just crawled out of the soil.

Wearing tattered armor, holding a rusty sword and longbow.

Slowly and neatly, they crossed the forest step by step in the pouring rain.

How could there be so many undead? Fang Yu said nothing, raised the five fingers of his right hand, and the clockwork goblins dispersed and flew into the depths of the forest. Looking down at the entire forest, he saw only countless skeletons.

Like a silent torrent.

"Mr. Dickert!" the young man shouted anxiously.

"Take everyone out of this place." The knight replied calmly. He glanced at the young man. "Go quickly, I promised your father to take you out."

The young man hesitated for a moment, but he also understood that there was no point in staying. He looked behind him, gritted his teeth, turned around and left.

An arrow flew out of the darkness.

The knight stretched out his hand and struck out, knocking the arrow away. Several civilians were running past him in a panic, and at the other end of the forest in the distance, a row of skeletons holding long bows appeared neatly.

"not good"

Seeing this, Fang Yu secretly thought something was wrong, and hurriedly asked the Clockwork Fairy to lower its altitude in an attempt to interfere with the undead shooters.

But it's a little late.

After the skeleton longbowmen walked out of the forest, they all stopped, tilted their heads and raised their heads. Fluorescence flashed in their empty eye sockets, like a ghost fire. They made a gurgling sound, and then raised their longbows.

There was a heart-wrenching sharp sound.

The young man turned around, was horrified when he saw this scene, and shouted: "Be careful, Mr. Dickert."

The knight turned his head and glanced at him lightly. Then he turned around, raised his right hand and stretched it behind his back. His fingers just touched the hilt of his slender sword. He raised his head and looked at the undead calmly.

The skeleton longbowmen all loosened their bowstrings. Their longbows blessed with negative energy could not be affected by bad weather. The high-speed vibration of the bowstrings made them tremble even more than the sound of dense rain in an instant.

There was a soft sound, and a piece of incomplete feather arrow broke free from the shackles of the rain, like a rising wall, with a little bit of water, and pressed down overwhelmingly.

The civilians were so frightened that they rolled over and crawled.

Only the older knight stood still, facing the enemy, holding the hilt of his sword, and shouted: "Divine light, divine grace, divine favor barrier!"

A piece of faint ripples spread out around him like wings, forming a hexagonal network. The arrows hit it, and the golden light was all wiped out.

God's Barrier.

When Fang Yu saw this scene, he made his clockwork goblin stop in mid-air. This man was also a paladin of Malan, and he realized at this moment that these people should be residents of a nearby village.

This older knight is probably the local tribune chief, and these people are usually held by the Templars of Malland.

Guardian, heroic patron, and enforcer of justice, Ms. Malan claims to have the most temples after Roman. This is because her temples often stand in the most remote settlements. As long as there are humans living there, there will be

Wherever the fire of civilization spreads, there lies the frontier under her sword and plow.

She swore an oath to protect, so her followers, apart from freedom-chasing knights errant like Mr. Red, were actually more protectors.

Like their goddess, these knights swore a strong oath and kept it with their swords to protect the land.

Just like the older knight in front of me.

Fang Plover couldn't help but stand in awe.

He had long heard about the deeds of these knights, but this was the first time he had witnessed them with his own eyes. In the forest, the civilians were evacuating, and only the older knights were alone, holding sharp swords, facing the undead army.

The opponent's level was not high. Fang Plover could see that he was only around level ten, slightly higher than El Paxin's guards, but far inferior to the big cat man Red.

His armor is also a bit old. The folding sword-style magic armor was a popular style about twenty years ago, and this antique square plover has only been seen in Kapka's exhibition hall.

But this knight's somewhat outdated model of magic furnace was as bright as a comet at the moment.

Like a black flood flowing through the skeletons of the forest, strengthened by negative energy, a layer of black smoke floats above the white bones. The level strength of these low-level undead is not too high, but they are better than their numbers.

These undead are far from the knight's opponent. If he uses his power more conservatively, he can at least last longer, and maybe even fight his way out.

However, the sudden rain is like weaving, and in the cold light rain curtain, the proud knight stands surrounded by the undead, looking down at the enemies, like holding the flaming sword, the dwarf god Lotas, forged on the anvil of the earth, the righteous lady Malan

The sword of morning light.

As soon as he takes action, there is a divine light, and wherever it passes, the dark creatures are wiped out.

Fang Plover's heart was surging and his blood was boiling.

At the same time, I was also worried.

This noble knight chose another path, because only in this way could one person delay the progress of the entire undead, thereby buying time for the fleeing civilians in the forest behind.

He is overloading the magic furnace

Among all the people on the battlefield, only Fang Plover saw this.

He must do something. He told himself so, and his right hand sank down. The three clockwork goblins turned back one after another, pulling out three long white lines in the rain curtain and flying towards the knight.

At the same time, he opened his goggles, raised his head and returned his gaze to the platform of the beast of burden, and said to everyone: "Something happened up front, Miss Aitila, ask Mr. Gray Rock to turn around."

Others did not dare to disturb him before, but now they gathered around and asked at the same time: "What's wrong?"

Among them, Tianlan’s voice is the loudest.

Fang Yu only shook his head: "There is a wave of undead in front. Someone is surrounded. We have to help."

"Tide of the undead?" Tian Lan was surprised: "How can there be a tide of the undead here? There are no ancient battlefields nearby. Is there an undead wizard at work?"

"It's not clear yet."

"Don't ask so many questions first," Atila frowned and said to the others: "Parker, Red, prepare to fight. Tianlan, Luo Yu, Ed gave you the magic weapon, didn't you guys try it too?

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Luo Yu and Tian Lan glanced at each other, but they didn't expect that they would be participating in an actual battle so soon.

At this time, Siesta came forward and wanted to say something, but Sylvester had already left the house and stopped in front of her, shaking her head gently. She walked over and asked softly: "Mr. Ed, the soul of the undead."

What is the strength? Are we strong enough?"

Fang Yu nodded: "It's just some skeletons. I've calculated that if we rely on the platform to fight, it won't be a big problem. Mr. Reed is their nemesis, but we have to hurry up."

"So what's the plan?" Sylvide asked again.

"Do we need to ask Mr. Gray Rock to turn north and intervene in the battlefield?" Aitila added.
To be continued...