In the night, a silent team is under the cover of darkness and close to the Cecil's camp.

The team wore light leather armor that was easy to move, and all the equipment carried on it was painted black. They were smart, and they were on the road in the wilderness all over the gravel.

It was a dark night without starlight, but their actions were still unaffected by the darkness.

This is a force formed by the extraordinary, they are the precious elite of the Rock Fortress.

The decent aristocrats often disdain to carry out sneak attacks during the war. The warring parties have agreed on each other's time and place. It is the rules of war in their minds to stand up and fight in the battlefield, but in this upright aristocrat After the rules of war have been broken, experienced veterans will not know what to do with the virtues of the so-called nobles on the battlefield. To put it bluntly, it is nothing more than a fig leaf used to decorate the facade when plundering interests, and to tear off this layer of fig leaf. What to do or what to do.

A faint shadow passed over the grassy surface and condensed alongside a boulder, while other supernaturals dressed in nighttime camouflage came to the figure in a few breaths. The stalker captain who emerged from the shadows whispered his voice and whispered to his team members: "It's coming, be vigilant, and give priority to destroying the magical devices on those cars."

The superbs who performed the sneak attack secretly touched the carry-on pouch with the magic scrolls in their parcels. The explosions they created were enough to destroy the Seychelles' magical devices, which are extremely valuable strategic resources for the Rock Fortress. It's all done by a lot of experienced magicians, and the task of these people is to make sure that these valuable scrolls can be used in the most appropriate place.

After a short break, these sneak attackers re-started, and the most powerful shadow power in the night came from all directions, hiding their figures in the depths of the darkness, and soon they disappeared from the vast wasteland. The rest of the darkness that rushes through the grass.

In a place far away from them, a faint red light flashed through a thick grass.

A steel ranger wearing a lightweight armor retrieved his gaze from a distance. The red shimmer of the tactical eyepiece flashed on his helmet. He lowered his voice and whispered to the team commander beside him: "Captain, Also found a team, this team should be ours?"

The tactical eyepiece with "detecting distortion" is enough to detect most of the stalkers' trails, even on this starless deep night, those who sneak in the open plains with great ability to act quickly Shaped.

"This team is ours, but don't slam the idiots quickly and go into the minefield," the steel cavalry captain whispered. "The brothers have spent so much effort to bury a full-day mine, at least one Two."

"Oh, okay."

"Get ready for the explosion shot first, and wait until the enemy is in a mess."

The soldiers of the Steel Rangers acted in the dark, and in front, the sneak attackers from the Rock Fortress were still moving fast toward the goal.

A fast shadow of black and white shuttles between gravel and weeds, as if the ubiquitous night wind is unrestrained and natural, the stalker captain enjoys this feeling of walking in the dark, especially in this night breeze. High for killing nights.

The darkness of the darkness is his armor, and the quiet blade is best for cutting the throats of the lambs to be slaughtered. He likes this kind of work that masters his life and death in the dark, although it is always a little thrilling, but accompanied by thrills. It is an intoxicating pleasure.

I heard that the Celsians’ skyfire explosions are terrible, and even the coalition forces of more than forty noble families in the South are giggling, but it is such a task that can bring enough sense of accomplishment: the powerful magic props also have its The soft ribs, the stalkers are good at doing, is to insert the knife into these soft ribs.

A chilly night wind blew, blowing a little fog on the wasteland, slamming the cover of the darkness, and the stalker captain and his team members stepped on a gravel in the footsteps, at the moment when the footsteps landed, one A strange "beep" sound suddenly passed into his ear.

A stalker stopped in confusion, and he felt that the touch on his sole was a little wrong: "I seem to step on something..."

The stalker said as he raised his foot and wanted to see what was under his feet.

Then he found that his foot stepped on a ray of flames that exploded.

The bang of the "bang" broke the silence of the night, the stalker who stepped on the mine was divided into many batches and flew into the sky, and at the moment of the explosion, the quickest response of several stalkers had suddenly burst into the mind. The same word: trap!

The speed of the most powerful stalker's career is fully motivated at this moment. The members of this team have begun to spread in all directions while their partners are in the sky. However, no matter how fast they are, they are better than those. In the explosion, the shrapnel and gravel scattered in the explosion, a series of screams rang out in an instant, and half of the people in the team were affected by the explosion on the spot.

The stalker captain is stronger in strength. He relied on the crisis instinct that he cultivated for many years to leave the explosion earlier than others. However, the loud noise and the flash still make him dizzy. In this short stun, he The afterglow of the corner of the eye suddenly saw one figure after another appearing in the distant grass.

The battle instinct that has been cultivated for many years allowed this mid-level stalker to forcibly resist the dizziness of his mind, and the first time he pulled out the short sword he wore. In the next second, his figure became blurred.

Under no circumstances should the stalker be completely exposed to the enemy, only to hide the figure, in order to be invincible in the fight, his mind flashed through the words that the tutor said to himself when he became an extraordinary person. At the same time, the eyes stared sharply at the figure of the ambush who emerged from the grass, waiting to see which daring first rushed forward.

He is still very confident about his close combat ability.

However, the first one that rushed to him was not the ambush, but a powerful explosion! !

Along with the slight sound of a series of mechanical impacts, the sharp popping sound came from a distance, and the weird things wrapped in light blue magic light groups were from the weird weapons squatting on the shoulders of the "grass lurkers". Flying out, after a quick and short trajectory in the air, they fell one after another at the feet of the stalkers, followed by a series of shocking explosions.

There are many unique and extraordinary soldiers in this world. As the "spirit sword warriors" of various forces, they have different ways of fighting.

The Ranger is good at jungle combat, the rogue army has a powerful magical power, the Royal Shadow Guard will jump out of the sneak state and whirlwind, and the steel rangers from Cecil's collar...

They will lie in the grass, waiting for a sudden jump out of your face! p! g!

Then I ran after playing.

Deep and dark, in the wilderness without starlight, the explosion of the explosion near the Cecil camp broke the original quiet night, and in the center of the Cecil camp, the Philip Knight was quietly listening to the distant The explosion sounded.

The aristocrats in the Rock Fortress really sneaked into the night.

The nobility may be dull, but it is not stupid. After being chased by the Cecils in the south for nearly half a month, they can at least sum up some of the experience of beating the magic crystal orbital guns, but the launching of the shells requires a position. Therefore, if you want to fight against the Cecil's magic weapon, it is the only solution to destroy it before it enters the launching state. In front of the cannon, any behavior attached to the traditional aristocratic war rules is no different from suicide.

The young Philip Knight sighed slightly.

After all, the classical aristocratic wars are gone, and the nobles learn to fight or to abandon "decent" faster than he imagined. Just as the lord said, the romantic and inefficient aristocratic war is dying. When the new era comes, the war must return to the most primitive and pure state.

A low snoring suddenly came from the side, interrupting the thinking of the Philip Knight, and he looked up and saw that the magical device that was placed in the center of the camp and occupied a small half of the table was making a sound and flash. He immediately stepped forward and slightly manipulated the rune trigger on the base of the magic guide.

The device was activated, and the big face of the Byron Knight's unshaven smack was projected in midair. The other side came out with a big trick that interfered with the noise: "Can you hear it? Can you hear it? Hell... This stuff It’s so useful...”

"You can hear, you can hear you, don't need to be so loud!" Philip replied briefly after a moment of anger. Although he tried to use it a few times, this new communication device still makes him feel every time. Marvel.

It is also Philip's mission to use the new communication device on the battlefield and to test its value on the battlefield. For this reason, the team that attacked the Rock Fortress also brought a team of magician and a lot of magic net units and magic. The obelisk component can be used to lay the magic field to the place where the army is.

Because the Count of Hosman died early, the efficiency of the South African aristocracy to establish the magic net is not high. The coverage of the magic net in the northern region is still not connected to the level of seamless connection. Between the wilderness and the village, technicians are needed. We constantly set up relay stations to ensure the signal transmission of the Magic Network Communicator, but fortunately, the Honeycomb Demon Unit and the Small Obelisk are modular, and it is not difficult to install them all the way.

In the holographic projection above the communicator, the Byron Knight was amazed and the door was still very big: "This thing is really a good thing... I don't dare to think, we are so far away, it is so easy I can talk... I have seen the scenes of the Master’s use of communication for the past half of my life."

"Your voice can be smaller. The communicator uses the magic net to transmit signals, not using your big tricks."

"Oh, I can't help it," the Knights of Byron laughed and then looked at the side of the ear. "You seem to be a little busy on the other side..."

Philip's face was a bit tangled: "As you guessed before, they came to attack."

"The aristocrats can learn how to fight," the Byron Knight slaps and laughs. "Unfortunately they are too tender, they can think of this idea in the middle of the night..."

Seeing this old partner's increasingly unfair appearance, Philip couldn't help but frown: "You just came to occupy the channel to chat with me?"

The word "channel" was invented by the lord.

"Chat? Oh, I am here to talk to you about business," said the Byron Knight as if he had thought of what he was going to say, and quickly pulled back the subject. "We have set sail, two warships, with the latest type." The calibrator 'Rainbow cannon, all the way to the wind and the waves to rush to your side!"

"Calibrator?" Philip Knight repeated this strange vocabulary curiously. From the structure and expression of the word, he heard the style of the ancient gangster.

"The name given by Master Carmel after the formation of the rainbow light gun, meaning that it can be used to calibrate the enemy's mentality," Byron laughed, and his face turned into a sigh of relief. "Now look at the progress on your side." After the ship is loaded with the rainbow light cannon, there is not much self-defense ability. You have to clean up the position."

Looking at the old partner who laughed like a child in the holographic projection, Philip’s regrets and exclamations about the end of the aristocratic war did not know when it had vanished. He laughed as well, and his voice was loud and powerful: "You still Think about yourself, you better hurry, maybe I will open the wall of the Rock Fortress before you arrive!"

"Hah, you are a little to see Miss Tyre's skills."

(Everyone is happy to say that I want to take a vacation...)