"Quick, friends of Silver Vislan, we will cover you!"

At the other end of the rift valley was a high slope, and those people waved to them from the slope and shouted loudly.

The knights of Silver Vislan protected the casters in the team and quickly crossed the bridge. The people above immediately took action, shouting and using cables to pull down another obelisk. The obelisk collapsed from the slope with a cracking sound, and the cracked

The bridge over the valley broke and fell into the cliff.

Many undead followed and fell to pieces, and the remaining ones were blocked on the other side of the rift. Some ghosts could still fly across the rift, but they were completely out of date. Before Silver Vislan's crossbow shooters could fight with them,

When the rangers turned back, a rain of magic arrows flew from the high slope, shooting these ghosts off the cliff one after another.

As incorporeal creatures, ghosts can only be attacked by magic arrows. Newbies of the Chosen often forget this, so that they are often in a hurry when facing the same type of monsters, but small guilds that can go deep into this layer

Naturally, the adventure group did not take things easy. They had prepared everything before setting up the ambush, and came prepared, with great results.

At this time, there was a burst of cheers from the crowd on the high slope. People saw this scene and high-fived each other to celebrate their victory.

This scene has also infected all the people who are watching this scene through the live broadcast, from Dragon Horn Hall to Grande, from Elpaxin to Eldron, whether they are adventurers or citizens, whether they are officials or the royal family.

He let out a long breath, and then sporadic applause rang out from the crowd until it merged into a storm of sound.

What they saw was more than selfless mutual aid.

But a hero.

Several selectors slid down the slope, and one of them came directly to Fang Plover, stretched out his hand to him, and grinned: "The flowers in heaven fall, you are a little late."

Fang Yu held the other party's hand: "Xia Ya, thank you."

"You're welcome. In fact, it was all because of you attracting the undead to the other side that we had the opportunity to set up an ambush," the man said frankly, "and it also saved our lives. Otherwise, we would be in trouble if these undead surrounded us."

few."

Another person also came up and introduced himself: "Gabre, let's make a long story short. It's not a good time to stay here for a long time. Let's introduce the current situation while walking."

Fang Yu nodded. He took out his pocket watch and looked at the time. At eight and a half minutes, the second island had basically broken through. There was still more than half the time, but it was not optimistic. It is conceivable that every island in the future would be better than the previous one.

One is more difficult.

It didn't take long for everyone to set foot on the third light bridge. Gabor and Tianhualuo introduced their current situation, but generally speaking, it was similar to what everyone originally understood. These small guilds were under the instructions of the Jefflite Red Team.

Shortly after the attack by the Night Lizards, we experienced a major earthquake.

However, the two of them were lucky in that they did not suffer too much loss in the earthquake. The two teams were relatively close to each other, so they joined forces to overcome the difficulties together, which is why so many people survived.

The number of these people is indeed quite large. Together, they are at the level of a regiment (eighty people), which is only much larger than Silver Vislan's team. In comparison, Yong Ye and his members experienced a siege by the undead.

It can be seen that there were only a dozen people left after that.

"The Violent Potion has a period of weak recovery. Let us be the vanguard on the third island." Tianhualuo walked on the light bridge, turned around and suggested to Fang Plover: "Although our people are not as strong as you, but

There are at least that many people, so it shouldn’t be a problem to open an opening at once.”

Fang Yu was a little surprised when he heard this.

This is a dead zone, and there will be no starry resurrection after death, but judging from the other party's tone, he is calmly using himself as cannon fodder.

There may always be people who are not lacking in courage, but what he represents is not just him, but the two teams behind him, more than 80 selectors. Fang Plover couldn't help but look at Gabour, who was standing aside.

He was much more sensible and replied:

"Right now, the only way to have a chance of survival is to fight for our lives, otherwise the result will not be any different. In this case, all of us have made the decision to give it a try. Even if we really stop here, Stargate Port will give us special awards.

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He looked at the others again, took a breath and said, "Besides, as a selector, who wouldn't want to be a hero for once?"

This sounds very plain and simple.

But it's shocking.

At least Fang Yu saw the bright flash in those people's eyes.

That light is both excitement and innocence, because it is just everyone's childhood dream of becoming a hero.

Once upon a time, they hoped that they could become noble and upright knights, wise and powerful wizards, and free rangers. They hoped that they could be the protagonists in those fairy tales who could act chivalrously and hate evil as much as they hate evil.

But childhood dreams gradually fade into nothing as we grow older, and only those true dream chasers will come to this world.

That was exactly Fang Plover's original intention.

Perhaps this is also the original intention of these people.

People may have forgotten it, but when the blood surges in their chests, they remember the initial touch, regain their ideals, and turn them into sharp swords, moving forward forever.

All entanglements of interests and life-and-death games are forgotten at this moment.

Fang Plover nodded lightly.

The third light bridge is not long, and a distance of 100 meters passes by in a flash.

On the isolated island there, just as Fang Plover expected, Toragotos's minions were already ready and appeared at the end of the Light Bridge.

What is a little different from the previous two islands is that this is a large island with ruins all over the island. Theoretically, the dark power here is stronger, but this is not the case. The dragon's minions on the island are being attacked from both sides.

It’s the Chosen One

The chosen ones on the island are gathering from all over and are launching a desperate attack on the dragon minions on the island. Those people are trying to open a passage for them.

There were mixed sounds coming from the channel.

Shout, call, or encourage each other.

These people are not very strong, and some teams only have a dozen or so people left. However, these people rush into the enemy's formation with an impressive spirit of determination.

Their strength may not be as strong as the dragon's minions, so they use all weapons to hug the enemy, tear and bite them, as if they are a wild beast. It is the release of the most primitive instinct. Even the wizard directly joins the melee battle after throwing away his spells.

Someone witnessed a Chosen One roaring and dragging an enemy down a cliff.

Everything with his enemies turned into a few balls of fire.

The dragon's minions seemed to hesitate.

Although it is not fear, it is just because the crazy enemy makes them feel a little uncomfortable for the first time. In their understanding, this may not be a human performance.

Above King's Square in Grande, there was even more silence. The applause stopped. Everyone looked up at this scene quietly. The men clenched their fists and the women bit their lips. Everyone felt sad in their hearts.

Something deep down was touched.

Even the mothers subconsciously let go of their children. This crazy scene was deeply imprinted in the hearts of everyone on this day. Maybe many years later, they can still remember this moment.

That was not irrational rage.

It is the protection of mankind's last hope.

Tian Hua Luo also opened his mouth wide when he saw this scene. He felt a ball of fire surging out of his chest. He shouted to his members: "Come on, don't let our brothers fight alone!"

Everyone raised their weapons in unison.

But two rays of light had already flashed past, and everyone saw Fang Plover leading the capable angel to the front of the team for the first time.

He only turned around and said to everyone: "Follow me and don't act rashly."

If it had been before, or if this scene was enough to make him excited, he would charge regardless of them all, but becoming the leader of the team, these words that weighed as much as a thousand, made him calm down at all times, and he vaguely felt the movements of the dragon's minions.

Something isn't quite right.

They may hesitate and act clumsily, but the Chosen's attack is not enough to make them retreat.

The two powerful angels also attracted everyone's attention immediately.

"That's the alien sword wielder!"

For citizens, this may be all they know.

It was a combat craftsman, and with his two alien sword-wielding warriors, the combat craftsman was very powerful in the eyes of ordinary people. It was one of the most special professions in Aitaria. It was an alchemist and a summoner.

But they can't tell how strong they are. Ordinary people only talk about famous people. Since the Chosen One came to this world, people have added another 'level' to their judgment of strength. Digital

The strength stratification has always been clear and clear.

But naturally they don't know what level these young people are.

Their eyes were only attracted by the two special alien sword-wielders, and they felt that their movements were unusually smooth.

But among the Grand Craftsmen Association, the Fighting Craftsmen Branch and the Alchemist General Association, many people could no longer move when they saw this scene. In the palace, many nobles stood up and prepared to leave, going to

The king reported the situation, but suddenly stopped at this moment.

"Who is that young man?"

"Where was he registered?"

Unlike ordinary people, many people here understand the restrictions on entering the Black Holy City. Everyone feels a little strange. Kaolin-Ishulian has always valued the outstanding young generation among alchemists.

, so there are large-scale native competitions such as the Continental League.

Those outstanding talents discovered during the inspections of various craftsmen's federations, as long as they are slightly talented in a certain aspect, will be recorded and summarized at the craftsman headquarters of Grande, regardless of whether they are selected or aboriginal.

Because the selectors and the aborigines have long been indistinguishable from each other, the selectors in the Chinese division can actually be regarded as the citizens of Kaolin-Ishulian, and they represent common interests. Therefore, people like Wu Di, Hongye and

Liu Liyue, these young generation of promising fighting craftsmen, have actually been recorded in the Craftsman Association for a long time. Once there is a corresponding competition on behalf of Kaolin-Ithulian and overseas battles, they need to go out.

They will also be obliged to do so.
To be continued...