At this mont, the motionless Elisa was exactly such an 'eye'—in a still state, even a few levels of difference didn't matter much, and with Fang Hong's 'vision advantage,' she was the first to spot a 'colleague' from the Dragonfire Guild.
The person was hidden under a dense patch of ferns, moving silently.
Only seventeen people, three more were missing.
Elisa believed there were more nightingales located in directions far from her.
However, she did not dare to change her position easily. A motionless nightingale is often the hardest spy to detect on the battlefield, but once they start moving, the level gap becos a fatal weakness.
Even Fang Hong advised her not to leave her observation position easily.
Fang Hong decided to think of another way to initiate an attack.
In fact, after so many battles, the different combat styles of the Seven Seas Travel Group mbers had gradually started to form an internal synergy.
At this mont, the Papalarian on the east, after carefully observing the situation for a while, realized that his position was relatively safe, and began to actively try moving north, inserting into the side and rear of the Dragonfire Guild brigade.
However, because of his inexperience, he made a large circle before reaching that direction.
Parker waved his short, chubby arms and legs, exerting a lot of effort before climbing onto a white wax wood there. He leaned against the trunk, set up the Magic Guided Crossbow, and squinted one eye, extending his right thumb, making a gesture towards the Dragonfire Guild's direction.
Muttering to himself as he did so.
When Fang Hong noticed this scene, he was slightly surprised.
Although the Dragonfire Guild's side was at an absolute disadvantage in reconnaissance, the ranger leader was quite vigilant, constantly keeping the team moving in a zigzag pattern, not easily exposing any flaws.
Fang Hong thought for a mont and decided to coordinate with Parker for battle.
He suddenly withdrew his vision, gripping his glove with one hand, adjusted the Magic Omnidirectional Instrunt on it. Then he extended his right hand, palm facing up, and his fingers slightly lifted upwards.
Wind arose in the forest.
Luo Hao looked up, watching a golden wind rising in the forest, the 'bee swarm' buzzing, flapping its wings, flying up into the air, and vanishing above the forest canopy.
Noticing his distraction, Fang Hong spoke: "Protect , there might be enemy nightingales here, I can't find them—"
Luo Hao nodded, so he put down his shield, pressing it into the fallen leaves and soil with both hands.
In the northern forest.
The Papalarian finally stopped muttering, retracted his hand, and muttered sothing to himself like self-talk:
"Tri-shot, high arc trajectory, interdiction shot."
"Five, four, three, two, one..."
Then he lifted the enormous crossbow in his hand, firing three arrows into the forest sky with a bang.
Although the distance was far, the sound of the bowstring's intense, unusual vibration imdiately caught the ranger leader's attention.
He turned his head, and a flash of intense red light glinted in his eyes. In his pitch-black vision, the whistling sound in mid-air ford three thin lines, prompting him to lift his head and look up at the sky above the team.
Then in the next mont, the ranger leader dragged the combat artisan beside him, leaping sideways with force; the two-handed swordsman on his side reacted extrely swiftly, only a fraction behind the ranger leader, rolled sideways behind a black pine tree.
Three points of starlight descended from the sky.
The three crossbow bolts had not even hit the ground when the tirs on the explosive crystals activated, three blinding lights burst open above the forest, magic spreading like mist, accompanied by surging flas. The canopy imdiately caught fire, radiating a brilliant halo.
Where the halo passed, pine needles vaporized and turned into a layer of ash, falling in fluttering flakes. Mist spread, like steam rain falling across the forest floor.
Amidst the explosion's shockwave and dust, a small golden object silently flew into the mist and then disappeared without a trace.
No one noticed this scene.
And the crossbowman's level fifteen explosive shot, while once devastating at this level, its destructive power was no longer as formidable as before; the ranger, combat artisan, and two-handed swordsman at the blast center were all affected to varying degrees, but the impact was quite limited.
The two other crossbow bolts veered slightly off, and the most severely injured mage within the coverage area was rely sent flying by the explosion's shockwave, rolling on the ground a few tis.
A few hundred points of shield damage were not particularly threatening for a chosen one at this level.
Moreover, for the guild mbers, almost each of them was equipped with the guild's finest equipnt, their attribute values being quite exceptional.
The healer imdiately leaped up from the ground, rushing towards the injured, but an iron guard yanked him down forcefully to the ground, a whisper of wind, a crossbow bolt shot past where they had been monts ago. At this distance, the shot was essentially a lucky strike for Parker.
What's more, at the end of the strong crossbow's range, even if this arrow hit, it might not cause much damage.
But it inadvertently exposed the Papalarian's position.
Without a second thought, the ranger captain lying on the ground raised a Longbow, firing an arrow in that direction—Parker had already keenly climbed down between the lower tree trunks before this, so the arrow passed overhead and exploded there.
The ether magic power stored within the magic guided arrow burst open like a bubble, creating a shower of magical dust, which had no physical form; as soon as it landed on Parker, it disappeared without a trace.
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