The Black Dragon Emperor's will faded away, and Dogsaron immediately stuffed his brains back into his head and stood up to organize an attack.

Looking in the direction of the human gathering place, even if there is a shield to protect it, the buildings are in pieces, the walls are crumbling, and fire and smoke are rising into the sky.

At this point, if he still can't break through the human gathering place or his will will be swallowed up by the cloud of natural disaster, Dogsaron himself feels that he doesn't deserve to live.

"Charge! The day of death is the time to respond to me!"

"For the great Majesty Watrous!"

The flesh and blood army was so arrogant that it surged toward the player gathering place like a roaring mountain and a tsunami. Dogsaron no longer commanded from behind. He waved his plasma sword like a spinning windmill, with the blood wolf on his crotch leading him.

Blows into the position like a strong wind.

…

Where players gather.

Eladak lay in front of the broken wooden frame, holding his head in pain and shaking his head.

There was tearing pain all over my body, accompanied by a burning sensation, my hands and feet felt like they were filled with lead, and my ears felt like there were ten thousand flies humming.

He opened his eyes and looked around.

The Windrunners struggled to get out of the rubble, along with some humans.

He saw the elves looking frightened and opening and closing their mouths, but he couldn't hear what they were shouting. There was thick smoke all around and he couldn't see the sky.

Suddenly, a group of flesh-and-blood creatures broke out of the thick smoke, howling and rushing towards humans and elves. Eladak took a deep breath and tremblingly tried to get out of the ruins.

Such a move caused a sharp pain in his thigh.

"Well--"

He gritted his teeth and turned to look.

I saw that my legs were being pressed by heavy stone pillars, unable to move. There was a sound in my ears gradually, like emerging from deep water. Everything around me gradually became clearer, and the buzzing sound slowly faded away.

"They're coming in!"

"Organize the defense line!"

"Where's Eladak?"

The leader of the Windrunners heard someone calling his name. He tried his best to pull his legs out from under the stone pillar, but it was in vain. He had no choice but to shout weakly.

"I'm here!"

The two elves hurriedly ran over and moved the stone pillars on Eladak's legs. At this time, more and more flesh-and-blood creatures came in. The slow movement of the blood slaves was not a concern. The blood puppets had rough skin and thick flesh.

Acting swiftly, it has already begun to cause casualties.

"Oooh!"

A blood puppet howled and rushed over. The two elves helped Eladak. One of them used his sword blade to resist the rushing blood puppet, while the other turned sideways and cut off the blood puppet's head with a backhand sword from bottom to top.

"Sir, what should we do now? Windrunner needs your command!"

The elf's voice was urgent, and Eladak also looked at the surrounding environment.

"There is no way to stay here any longer."

Eladak's expression was serious, and he could only see the looming figures of the people piled up in the thick smoke. The sky was densely covered with tentacles. Many humans were wailing and being swept away by the tentacles. Windrunners not only had to resist flesh and blood creatures, but also guarded against the attacks of the tentacles. Now they have

The situation is in danger, and the front line has long been in chaos.

"It was a mistake on my part."

Eladak held his staff and spoke in a heavy tone: "I did not judge the terrifying number of flesh and blood legions, and the inexplicable explosion... Obviously, there are more powerful beings behind these flesh and blood creatures, and that is not us.

Those who can be provoked now, retreat! These humans will die when they die. They can be resurrected, but we cannot die!"

The two Windrunners looked at each other and shouted towards the gathering place:

"rti-na-hali!" (Elvish: retreat)

After hearing this, the elves gave up the newly established defense line and began to shrink back in an orderly manner. However, the players were not able to react so quickly. They only felt that the elves who were fighting side by side just now disappeared from their side in an instant.

Then the flesh-and-blood creatures pounced on him ferociously.

Even if they are injured, the elves are still agile in their actions.

They supported each other and planned to go to an open place to summon the antlered eagle.

Little did they know that Dogsaron had already led two teams of elite flesh-and-blood creatures to outflank the gathering place from both sides, and gradually closed the encirclement.

After a long while, a group of elves finally entered the dense forest without any danger and came to a high ground. Adalak calmed down his breathing and took the whistle from his waist, put it to his mouth and blew, "Beep——!" The melodious whistle sounded.

It was transmitted very far. In the past, when the whistle was heard, the horned eagles would chirp in response, but today there was no movement.

How is this going?

Eladak frowned.

Did those horned eagles fly too far for fun?

With this thought, Eladak blew the whistle hard again. This time the whistle was louder and spread over more than ten miles, but there was still no response.

Faintly, Eladak already felt that something was wrong.

"Beep——!"

"Beep——!"

The other elves also took out their whistles and kept blowing them.

They looked at the sky, but there was still no sign of the horned eagles.

"Stop bragging, Jie Jie Jie..."

Dogsalon's voice came from deep in the jungle.

All the elves were alert.

I saw the leader of the flesh and blood troll grinning and leading a group of vampire knights to emerge from the dark jungle. Since there were no natural disaster clouds to follow, and most of the elves were injured, their attention was focused on the horned eagle, resulting in these

They didn't notice the vampire knight approaching.

"Are you looking for these beasts?"

The elves watched in astonishment as a group of vampire knights opened their bud-like chests, which contained corpses of mutilated flesh and blood. Some of them had almost been digested, leaving only white bones with sticky flesh and blood. Some had just begun to digest, and were vaguely

Brown feathers can be seen.

"Horned Eagle!? You killed our Horned Eagle?"

The elves were frightened and angry, gnashing their teeth.

The Hippogriff was their Windrunner companion, but now he was treated like livestock and killed by this group of flesh-and-blood creatures. How could they not feel sad and angry?

"You should still care about yourselves!"

The elves stood back to back, preparing for battle, while Dogsaron led the vampire knights to surround them step by step.

There were more than five hundred elves, 147 seriously injured, 78 disabled, and 123 slightly injured. Almost all of them had exhausted their magic power, and there were not many arrows in their quivers. It was obvious that these elves were at the end of their game.

"Eladak."

Dogsaron cracked a ferocious smile, the flesh at the corners of his mouth tore open, making a creaking sound, and his scarlet eyes stared greedily at a group of elves like evil ghosts.

"My master asked you to go there, so I don't want to have a conflict with you if possible, because once a conflict occurs, you will be contaminated into flesh and blood creatures. How about it? Do you want to go back with me? Maybe this is a chance to survive~
Chapter completed!