Above the gray fog

"Do you want Pioneer Lin to go to the front line with us?" Liu Heng asked. He wanted Lin Shan to go with him. The front line of the Cao Jing clan is where Sequence 8 fights. It is the meat grinding ground for Sequence 9 and Pseudo Extraordinary. It would be bad if they happened to encounter a sneak attack by the Twilight Tribe. The Grass Elf Tribe wouldn't be able to take care of them when the time comes.

"Let's go together." Lin Shan nodded, it wouldn't hurt to go and have a look.

Everyone followed the young grass spirit who came to greet him and walked onto the platform made of plants.

The little grass spirit used ritual magic to summon the big ship, which was then powered by the ropeway above, which was the willow branches of the big willow tree.

However, this time the ropeway is not the same as the one used when we came here, but in the opposite direction.

The Grass Elf Tribe opened the only passage to enter the clan's territory opposite to the front line. The passage on the front line should have been forcibly opened by the Twilight Tribe. There were people from the Twilight Tribe outside the door. The Grass Elf Tribe would definitely not be able to enter or exit. Take that path.

As Feifeiyu suddenly accelerated, his vision became blurry.

Liu Heng was still the same, squatting in the corner of the boat and retching.

However, Li Shiyao's performance made Lin Shan a little confused. He was still frowning and very depressed. This expression was more obvious on his big face, and it was a vivid and scary version of the emoticon.

Lin Shan walked up to him and asked softly: "Why, you are not happy that you can recover?"

Hearing this, Li Shiyao raised his head and glanced at Lin Shan, then lowered his head and whispered: "It's not because of the form."

Lin Shan put his hands behind his back and stared at the blurry scenery around him, waiting for his next words.

Li Shiyao said bitterly: "That day...it was really Chen Yong who brought your beacon into the ruins. He didn't come back. He is usually a very nice person...I didn't expect..."

Lin Shan didn't care and replied, "I really have to thank him. If it weren't for him, you and Liu Heng might have been left in there forever. Moreover, I also gained something from that ruins."

"You can survive and I can gain something. Shouldn't I be grateful to him for all this?" Lin Shan said with a smile, "Don't worry about the matter anymore. At least, the result is good."

Li Shiyao was stunned. He didn't expect Lin Shan to say this. Maybe Lin Shan just wanted him not to blame himself, but how could he not blame himself? What made him most uncomfortable was not Chen Yong's actions, but Xiong Wen's sacrifice. The girl who cared about him the most in Lanfeng's team was gone.

"Ugh... is it possible... uh... this damn thing... is... uh... the so-called luck... uh."

Liu Heng retched and said, "Ugh... maybe that young man named Chen Yong... ugh... he just had selfish motives for a moment... Could everything have been arranged, Chen Yong?" The effect is too clever, and Li Shiyao also said that it is not in line with his normal personality... ugh."

"As you say, then everything in this world is arranged?" Li Shiyao shook his big head and said, "Don't scare yourself, each of us is independent, everyone has selfish intentions, it's just a coincidence That’s all.”

"Ugh...it's not arranged...I mean luck. Everyone has their own luck. Some people have more luck, some have less luck. People with less luck sacrifice to save people with more luck. Isn't this very reasonable? Obviously... ugh... I am the protagonist... so I must have luck. This is also in line with the saying of family luck. Clan has family luck, and people must also have luck. "Liu Heng's. His face was extremely pale, and even though he said so, the worry in his eyes could not be concealed.

"No, according to what you said, our fate has been doomed a long time ago. I don't believe this statement. I agree with what you said about human luck. Some people are unlucky and some are lucky. This is just a matter of probability. Destiny is pure nonsense," Li Shiyao said.

Lin Shan listened to their discussion and just smiled without interrupting. The big willow tree that looked very tall had just told him some time ago that nothing in this world is fixed, although he didn’t know the details of the big willow tree. The level, I think, should be quite high.

He and several other pioneers also discussed matters of fate and luck.

There are only two kinds of people who will discuss this kind of problem, one is a person who is extremely lucky, and the other is a person who is extremely unlucky.

Liu Heng and Li Shiyao are obviously the first type. They are so lucky that they suspect that everything is arranged, so that it makes them feel unreal.

Regarding luck, Lin Shan couldn't explain clearly. He himself was also a lucky person, but compared with other pioneers, he felt that he had suffered many more disasters. He had experienced several deaths before gaining his current strength.

An hour later.

Feifeiyu's speed gradually slowed down, and a tall platform was looming in front of him.

After Feifeiyu disintegrated, everyone stood on the platform and looked into the distance. All they could see was an endless field covered with all kinds of weeds and wildflowers. It didn't look like the front line at all.

Without waiting for anyone to ask, the two young grass elves from the front summoned a large ship made of plants again.

Everyone understood that they had to change trains originally, but this time they changed to a ropeway.

When all the people from the military department came up carrying the black boxes, Feifeiyu started up again.

Half an hour later.

After an hour and a half of journey, we finally arrived at our destination. The land of the Grass Elf Clan is really ridiculously big.

Feifeiyu's speed was faster than Lin Shan's flying speed in the dark space. The speed of sound was about 1,500 per hour. In this hour and a half, it flew more than 2,000 kilometers.

The front line is indeed the front line.

No piece of the land is intact, and it has been dyed red and black. The green blood of the grass elves mixed with the red blood of the twilight clan will show this red and black color.

There are also black and yellow scorched earth. The land is not flat. Deep pits tens of meters deep can be seen everywhere. Pits several meters deep are nothing on this land.

Wherever you look, it is desolate. There are many grass elves in black clothes sowing seeds, and then using ritual magic to stimulate them. In less than ten seconds, the seeds grow into several meters high weeds.

The weeds quickly weave into a small house, and the grass elves get into the house and stop moving.

Lin Shan looked around and did not see a standardized army. The grass elves gathered in twos and threes... basking in the sun together.

How can such a race stop the attack of the twilight clan? Lin Shan frowned slightly. It seems that the laziness of the grass elves is deep in their bones. Facing this crisis that is enough to destroy the clan did not arouse their fighting spirit.

The next second, Lin Shan knew how they resisted the twilight clan.

Streams of light flew quickly in the direction they were in.

One, five, fifteen, twenty.

Twenty Sequence 8s were suspended in the air, and this was just the front line.

As expected, the battles in this world still depended on high-end combat power.

As long as there were enough Sequence 8s, the lazy race of Grass Spirits could also resist the attacks of powerful enemies.

Even if there were more powerful enemies with Sequence 8s, no race would be foolish enough to fight with Sequence 8s. If they hurt the enemy by a thousand and their own losses exceeded a hundred, they would hesitate.