When Fang Zhu returned to the ground, it was still late at night. It was an ancient hall with solemn and towering huge stone pillars, with three rows in front and behind.

There are starry lights on the top of the pillars—some places still have stone vaults.

The clear light shone among the stone pillars. The upper half was a piece of moon white, and the magnificent buttercup leaves were carved on the staves. The lower half gradually disappeared into the darkness. Only two or three people could not hug each other. Even the stone foundation below was much taller than him.

He walked out of the hall with Scape on his back.

Outside is a square with lush grass and trees and slabs scattered. Two rows of stone pillars extend to the distance, with different heights and shrubs flooding the white boulders, surrounded by forests, and the moonlight is hazy.

At the end of the vision, it seems that the center of an ancient city is full of tall buildings. Even if people are gone, there are only broken walls and ruins, and some of the glow of the past can be vaguely seen.

He had long no idea where he was, but fortunately he could see the broken tower in the distance, standing in the forest - he knew that it was the direction of the wing boat falling.

Fang Zhu walked down the high stairs, Sikape's head was on his shoulder, and he had already fallen asleep. Such a huge ruin, he was alone, and the sound of empty footsteps was like knocking on his heart.

He accidentally kicked a gravel, and it rolled down the road, making a creepy sound.

The moonlight was slanting eastward, and the shadow gradually lengthened, and I was standing on the ground for a long time. Something indescribable might appear in the darkness, but fortunately it was just an illusion that only his rustling steps were left in the square.

Fang Zhu only saw a gray fox, which looked a bit like a wolf, and looked at him and ran away from a distance.

Passing through a forest, a sparkling lake is reflected in front of you. The blue moon hangs on the lake, a light blue silver radiance. Some stones are scattered by the lake, and a wall is arched, telling the thousands of years incompletely.

He was stunned for a moment. If he had usually stopped to enjoy the beautiful scenery, but now he lacked the mood. Miss Scappe's breathing was very stable, but this did not mean that her injuries had improved, but it was just getting weaker and weaker. Fang Yu was really afraid that she would not be able to sleep.

Fortunately, he knew that the Dragon Knight had more or less healing abilities, mainly to protect the manipulator. He didn't know which category the Tara Blade belonged to, but this was at least his greatest hope.

He was a little anxious and worried about the situation of others. Then he heard a dense gunshot coming from the front, and a few ignitions flashed out of the forest in the distance.

Fang Yu was startled and hid behind the ruins. Then he realized that the gunshots were not coming to him; because gunshots were also heard on the other side, as dense as fried beans, not inferior to the former, and there were bursts of explosions.

Only then did he realize that someone was fighting, and there were still many. He guessed that it was Jeffrett's Red Team and Silver Forest Spear - they actually started a war in the ruins? Fang Zhu was a little surprised.

He was a little worried that someone would notice this, but he was looking forward to a team of people coming over, preferably with a healing master. But nothing happened, Fang Zhu found out with a headache that both sides of the war were blocking their own way.

Fortunately, there are ruins and buildings everywhere here, and there are many places to hide.

It was half past the night, and the moon was woven and it was as colorful as milk.

The forest is shrouded in smoke.

There was a pungent smell everywhere, not the smell of saltpeter and sulfur, but the smell of ignition powder, an alchemy catalyst. After getting closer, Fang Zhu really distinguished the people on both sides - the Red Clothes Team seemed to have suffered a great loss. The ruins were filled with people wearing silver battle robes, and they were divided and surrounded.

Not far away, there was a small group of people guarding a temple, but it seemed that they would not last long.

Fang Yu didn't know whether it was joy or sorrow when he saw this scene. In his opinion, both sides would be better off dying together. However, he also knew that this idea was not realistic. After a while, he saw a female summoner looking at this side in the temple, and his heart suddenly jumped suddenly - that was a healing master.

A new idea immediately arose in his mind.

While putting Sikape down, he leaned gently against the wall, picked up the seven-type musket and touched it silently. He observed that there were four people in the temple: two warriors, one crossbowman, and one healing master.

All four of them were wearing brown hoods and no feathers on their triangle hats. They looked just Jeffrett's peripheral members. Naturally, the people who besieged them were not stronger. There was actually a clear gap in defense in one direction, but they were under pressure from other directions, and those people had never noticed this.

Fang Yu saw that there was only one archer and a gunsman garrison there. After careful observation, he found that the other party was the first-level profession and immediately breathed a sigh of relief. The first-level profession was no more than level five, and the seven-type musket in his hand could completely pose an effective threat.

He loaded the bullets in an orderly manner, staring at the situation outside, and saw that the archer seemed to be changing. The position he chose was a window, and he raised his gun by the window and aimed at the other party's neck.

A faint aiming auxiliary baseline emerged in his vision—

Fang Yu shook his hand and the spear almost fell down. How could he have a convener interface? But after looking closer, the faint line had disappeared. He couldn't help but rub his eyes, suspected that he had hallucinations.

With just a delay, the archer had left his original position. He couldn't find where the other party was hiding, so he had to turn the target to the gunman. He took a light breath and calmed his hands down.

A gunshot.

He was only sixty feet away from the gunman, and the other party turned his back to him. Although the Type 7 musket was old in all aspects, the accuracy of the rifled rifle at this distance was guaranteed.

The gun shot the opponent's left shoulder, and the power of the lead bullet exploded there, and the gunman fell down without saying a word. The gunshot attracted the attention of the four people in the temple. They looked in this direction and couldn't help but look surprised.

Fang Zhu hurriedly stood up and waved to the people.

Only then did the people notice the gap here and couldn't help but look surprised. "Brother, thank you!" They evacuated the temple, walked through the street, raised their heads under the window and asked, "Man, aren't you from the Red Team?"

"I am a mercenary and I am on the same side as you," Fang Rong replied: "I am separated from the others. Someone here is injured and needs treatment in urgent need of treatment."

"Mercenary?" The soldier was a bald man with a shiny scalp and a very honest look. "No problem, can you take the lead?"

Fang Yu didn't think much about it and leaned over and leaned out.

But before he could fully poke out the window, a huge force behind him pulled him back. At the same time, a crossbow arrow flew over from where he was originally stationed and nailed to the ceiling.

"Don't believe them." He heard a weak voice coming from behind.

Fang Yu looked shocked and turned around in surprise, "Miss Sikape, are you awake?" Sikape's face was not covered with blood, his hands were as pale as bones, and he grabbed him tightly, and said angrily: "Go away!"

Fang Zhu saw Sikape looking at him steadily, with a burning light flashing in his eyes, which was clearly ambition to die, and he couldn't help feeling uneasy: "Miss Sikape?"

"If you deceive mercenaries into the deadly quiet area and become cannon fodder, this kind of thing is a scandal," Sikape said intermittently, as if unheard of it: "Don't reveal the identity of mercenaries in front of others. No one in the ruins is trustworthy. What they are afraid of is the videos in our glow stone equipment. Only dead people can't speak."

She put her hand on her right cheek, her expression unconventionally peaceful and soft, and a faint light emitted from it. Fang Zhu saw a golden crystal being exported and gradually appeared in her palm. Sikape raised his head and stared at him.

"This is my glow stone. After I die, I can't take this thing out. You can export the images inside-"

"But……"

"Living and let me see what your adventure group is like."

Sikape sat leaning against the wall, raised his hand with all his might, tidying the collar for the big boy, his eyes full of warmth.

Fang Yu opened his mouth and wanted to tell Sikape that he could not transmit the image at all - because he was not a formal summoner and had no system. But looking at the other party Qi Yi's gaze, the words stuck in his throat were even a word that could not be said.

He silently looked at the glow stone in his hand, put it in his pocket, and solemnly put it away.

The sound of climbing came from outside the window, and Fang Zhu seemed to have not heard it. He was a little silent for a moment, unable to tell whether it was sad or angry, but he was not surprised, but he just felt a little ridiculous.

The caller is the pioneer of the new era.

The hero of humanity.

Scape pushed him: "Go away."

Fang Yu shook his head, and didn't even look out the window, and without saying a word, he carried Sikapei on his back: "I'll take you away."

"Silly kid."

Sikape did not object and chuckled slightly.

"Hurry up, Miss Scape." Fang Yu reminded in a low voice.

Sikape knew what he was going to do, so he hugged his neck tightly and closed his eyes like a candle in the wind. The square pulp retreated in the other direction, freeing his hands to load the seven-type musket again.

The crossbow finally climbed up from the window. He raised his crossbow and was about to shoot, but Fang Zhuo was faster than him. He raised his gun, fired, and finished it in one go.

A flash of fire suddenly appeared, and a blood mist exploded in the chest of the crossbowman, rolling backwards, and a burst of angrily curses came from below. "It's very handsome." Sikape closed his eyes and murmured in a low voice: "I really know a good girl, little guy, do you want me to let Quelorde introduce you..."

Her voice gradually weakened.

Fang Rong was amused and cried, and replied, "Let's talk about it after leaving here alive." What he thought of was another girl.

But Scape did not respond.

"Miss Scappe."

"Miss Sikape?" Fang Yu shouted twice before finally understanding what was going on. She wrapped her cold hands around his neck, without a trace of pulse or heartbeat. She was sleeping, with her eyelids drooping and her long eyelashes naturally closed together.

Fang Zhu froze in place.

The sound outside seemed to disappear all of a sudden. Many little memories suddenly came to his mind. He begged every passing team to take him with him to adventure. He stayed there for six months, sleeping on the streets most of the time, but none of them could look at a newbie, a guy without magical adaptability.

Only one team took him.

That little adventure group is called Star of Dawn.

He turned around and put Miss Sikape, who had lost her temperature, from his back and leaned gently against the wall, as if she was still alive in Aitalia. He held the seven-type musket in his hand tightly and said nothing.

Then he took a step back, pulled the pin open, and smashed the magic gun on the stone, and the entire bolt and the magic crystal inside flew out.

Fang Zhu tore open his robe and wraps it in his hand two layers. He picked up the hot, unattributed crystal, and the burning smell of cloth strips spread out instantly. He ignored it and took out an unfinished clockwork fairy from his pocket, opened the shell, removed the structure of the clockwork fairy itself, leaving only the part of the control hinge.

Then he took off the firing device of the magic gun, put it into the shell of the clockwork fairy in a few seconds, connected it to the hinge, then tore the paper bag and filled it with the catalyst, and finally put the overheated magic crystal firmly in the place where it was originally used to inlaid the visual connection crystal.

After doing all this, he stood up.

Outside the window, the two soldiers looked at each other at the bodies of their companions.

They thought Fang Yu must have escaped, but for some reason he was killed but it was difficult to explain. While taking out the crystal pendant and entering, "Captain, we have discovered the people of the Dawn Star Mercenary Group."

The lonely boat in the sea: "Star of Dawn? I don't have time to care about these things now..."

But after a while, he sent another line of text: "Wait a minute, why did they come here? Have they dealt with it?"

"It is said that we were separated, but we were not very lucky and we escaped."

Canghai Guzhou: "Silly, why don't you hurry up and chase me?"

"Don't worry, the commander of the regiment, some of them were seriously injured, so they must not go far. We just need to apply for the right to use the battlefield reconnaissance."

Canghai Guzhou: "Yes, I will talk to Kaka."

If it is Kaka, then there will be no problem.

The warrior couldn't help but touch his bald spoon excitedly. Kaka is the most talented rookie among the generation of callers trained by the club. It is said that the other party is not a combat craftsman, but he can skillfully manipulate the clockwork fairy. Even in the history of clubs like BBK, this is a rare talent.

He was thinking about how to establish a good relationship with the elite recruits in the guild, but he heard a scream: "Be careful!"
To be continued...