Fairy’s Box

On the outside of the splendid obelisk with its numerous spires and sculptures, the alchemists created a thick barrier. A trench more than ten feet deep was also dug on the outside, and at the bottom, many apprentice knights could vaguely be seen. They were naked and transporting piles of soil out.

Inside, a large number of alchemy apprentices are assembling the watchtower, and using a rope, climb up and down like a spider, and cast reinforcement on each boulder.

The charred ground exudes a desolate aura, as if it had been smashed by a group of meteorites. There are ring-shaped deep holes of different sizes everywhere, and a few leaves wither in the cold wind. The fishy wind was rustling, with a bit of the burnt aftertaste after the blasting, blood and water mixed together, flowing messily between the potholes.

"Rats, earthworms, spiders, bats... Now even sharks are here, what will happen next?"

Eluncia threw off the remaining blood of the sword's edge and put it in the sheath on his waist. Out of the corner of the eye, he glanced at the cuffs and found that the snow-white sleeves were stained with a trace of blood.

呲--ka!

The female chief decisively tore off the entire sleeve, raised her arm and was about to throw it into the distance, when the rags left her hand, she suddenly clenched it in her palm and hesitated.

"Octopus, swordfish, maybe there will be sea monsters... Keep it, at least it can be used as a sword-wiping cloth. In the next time, there will be no special sword-wiping cloths."

Genevieve glanced at her lightly, and slid his right hand to his waist subconsciously. After realizing that there was nothing, his thoughts suddenly became clear, and his heart was mixed with unspeakable feelings.

Although the man defeated and robbed him of what he held dear, he also woke himself up from paranoia. After that fiasco, he suddenly realized that no matter how well an archer cultivated his swordsmanship, he could not reverse his disadvantage in melee combat.

The flaws of the ranks are not something that can be reversed by wishful thinking. It is a matter of course that the archers with the strongest artillery ability are weak in melee combat.

The archers lost to the strongest berserker in hand-to-hand combat in the duel arena. Thinking about it carefully, it's not too much of a shame, that's right! The opponent is completely invincible!

But...Charlene...only Charlene...my lovely Charlene! ! !

Every time the blue-haired knight recalled the scene in the wooden house that day, his face became unstoppably blue, and the pain in his heart was indescribable.

Iluncia received the bag like a stream of goodness, looked at the messy land, and sighed abruptly:

"One more..."

Genevieve didn't understand what she meant, looked at the other side's face and asked:

"what you mean?"

"The rest of the districts have already joined us. The number of people in the third district is too large, and the incident is so sudden... What will they encounter? To be honest... I'm a little worried."

The female chief lowered her eyes, her slender left leg suddenly exerted strength, and kicked the head of the shark that was dying under her long leather boots into the distance.

"It's best to plan for the worst." The blue-haired knight was silent for a few seconds, and then suddenly said.

"Hehe, do you hate him so much?" Ilunzia tilted her head slightly, showing a smile that was not a smile.

"I'm not that dirty." Genevieve turned around a little displeased and walked towards the interior of the barrier:

"That guy is an immortal man, and even you are not as good as him in terms of survivability. But breaking through with nearly 10,000 people is not something that can be done by just being brave... What we can do now, All that's left is prayer."

"Are you praying..." The female chief narrowed her eyes, looked up at the filthy night sky, and gently brushed away the messy hair on her forehead:

"Is it bad luck, or so-called—opportunity in risk?"

Iluncia retracted her gaze and was about to follow Genevieve's pace. She just took half a step, but found that the other party turned back for some reason, and suddenly showed a vigilant look:

"They're back?"

Among the seven ranks, watchers are the best in terms of the strength of perception ability, followed by archers, and the obelisks do not produce watchers. Therefore, in addition to the responsibility of moving the turret, the blue-haired knight also shoulders the heavy responsibility of the cameo radar.

"They're back." Genevieve looked at the distant horizon with a complicated expression on his face.

"They!" The female chief's eyes lit up, and she quickly turned around, the sabres on both sides of her waist made a clanging sound.

After dozens of seconds, on the horizon in the distance, a row of "blood people" gradually appeared. Their bodies were covered with blood and dust, and only their eyes remained bright. Although the footsteps were weak, they were not messy. They supported each other one by one, and immediately burst out with ecstatic cheers when they saw Eluncia and the others. They speeded up and ran to the direction of the barrier. In the process, no one left the team without authorization...

Where is this group of people fleeing, it is clearly the embryonic form of an army.

This thought suddenly floated in the head of the female chief, and she left behind her. She ran to the crowd at the fastest speed, held the blood-stained hands of the black-haired knight, and showed a sincere and bright smile:

"Welcome back!"

"There are six thousand one hundred and twenty-five people in the third district, and I have come back half of them." Yale's tone was stern, and his face hidden under the blood stained his face without showing any expression.

There was a loud whistle above the head, and I found that above the fortress, the figures of Luya and Cleo were standing on the fortress to keep watch at night. The cold wind on the fortress was howling in the sky, accompanied by the eagle brand war flag planted on it. , and also constantly fluttering and shaking with the cold wind.

The black-haired knight's gaze passed through the space barrier and focused on her. Luya stared at Yale's figure with a smile on the corner of her mouth. Yale nodded silently, saying hello to them.

Seeing his absent-mindedness, Iruncia didn't take it seriously, let go of the other's hands without a trace, and said to everyone with a warm air:

"Everyone's hard work along the way is finally over. From now on, everyone's safety will be guaranteed. I think what you need now is hot water, broth, and a warm bed."

The voice was in my ears, and the crowd suddenly cheered again, but the formation was still not chaotic, as if they were waiting for something.

"Go, the temporary refuge team in District 3 has been disbanded."

It wasn't until the black-haired knight's voice slowly dissipated that the crowd suddenly burst into commotion, and many people cried with joy. It wasn't until half a minute later that they dispersed one after another.

Acquaintances, familiar or unfamiliar classmates, one by one fell down beside me, I don't know when they will follow in their footsteps. In this panicked atmosphere, Yale forced everyone to learn unity, discipline, and sacrifice. Whether they liked it or not, the black-haired knight had accumulated power in their hearts to this extent.

The refuge lasted only a short day, and for them it was more than all the hours of their past lives combined.