Viewed from a high altitude, the hundreds of miles of Tularion Forest is like a green ocean. Viewed from such a height, the huge ancient elf tree in the center is as majestic and majestic as a mountain isolated in the sea.
Two gargoyles hovered directly above the ancient elf tree, with a magician sitting on each of them. They both had silver skull masks on their faces.
These two magicians were dressed in ordinary clothes, and there seemed to be nothing special about them except for the silver masks on their faces, but those two masks were enough. They were the legendary devils in most people's minds, and they were the most popular ones on the mainland.
The most mysterious and powerful symbol of identity and status, it is also proof of strength.
But now the eyes of these two most mysterious and terrifying magicians in the legend were full of surprise, as if they had just seen the legend.
Indeed, in the eyes of the two of them, the momentum of the ancient elf tree may be much greater than what ordinary people see. The vitality and magic power even made them feel that their nerves were shaking.
Tighten it up, the magical power in his body that was originally enough to be proud of the mainland was no more than a mouse compared to this big tree.
A magician began to mutter a mantra, and pressed his hands downwards. Two huge explosions suddenly sounded from below. The huge flames rose up as the waves of the explosion spread, forming two flames.
The little mushroom cloud. Although "Hell Explosion" is not the top attack magic, it is not far from the top. A magician who can cast such a magic in a small-scale battle can usually be the key to turning the tide of the battle.
Character, and this magician actually used both hands to cast it twice at the same time. And he did not show any difficulty. If this scene were seen by all the magicians in the world, I am afraid that many people will not dare to study this magic again from now on.
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But the magician who issued these two spells did not appear happy or complacent. Instead, he sighed heavily and shook his head. Because the two hell explosions did not really explode the ancient elf tree or the picture below.
In the Larion Forest, a layer of faint light flickered above the ancient elf tree. Two high-level magic bursts exploded in mid-air. The magician said in a tone that was half admiration and half regret: "Look
This is the ancient war tree from the ancient elven empire era that Lord Archibald mentioned in the book. I didn’t expect that there really is such a tree left in Tularion. Those elves can calm down.
It was only then that I used the leaves of the World Tree to activate it. I never expected that the leaves of the World Tree would have such an effect after being used as the core of the ancient elf tree, and that it could withstand our full attack."
Another magician also frowned and looked at the forest below, and asked a little angrily: "There is also a fire bomb and an ice storm scroll here. Do you want to try them together and add the strength of the two of us?" He
Not only was he a little frustrated, but there was also unconcealable fatigue on his face. In fact, he had already cast several powerful spells just now, but they had no effect except exploding a colorful ray of light over the forest.
"It's useless. You can't break that barrier in one breath. The endless vitality of the leaves of the World Tree can immediately restore it to its original state. The magic power of the two of us is no longer enough..." The magician turned his head.
After thinking for a while, he continued: "If it is a forbidden spell, it should be possible. Or if two more people come, and the four of them attack with top magic together, it should also be effective. After all, this is not an absolute magic failure barrier like the Whispering Forest.
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"Do you want to try it? I don't think there is any need to waste the Forbidden Curse Scroll. It is too laborious to make. I will call someone right away. As long as it is for the leaves of the world tree below, I believe even Teacher Shante will be very interested.
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A voice came from the ancient war tree below. The voice was not loud. But it enveloped the sky above the forest. "Guardians of the dark will, or I should call you the name in human society, respected undead."
Mage, please go back, we don’t want to be enemies with you. But we can never let you take away what they want.”
A necromancer looked down and sneered: "What a joke, do you really think that shrinking in this turtle shell can make us retreat? I don't believe they dare to emerge from it."
At this moment, a green light suddenly shot out from the ancient war tree, pointing directly at the gargoyle on which one of the necromancers was riding.
The gargoyle's reaction and maneuverability were impeccable. With the consciousness of Master Dead Lou above, he moved a little bit in an instant, but this small position was very difficult for the huge body of the gargoyle.
It was obviously not enough. With a soft sound, the body made of obsidian flew and shattered like glass. Half of the shoulders and arms of the gargoyle were turned into fragments all over the sky as green light passed by.
The gargoyle has no feelings and cannot scream, but the face of the necromancer above has completely changed. He knows what the consequences will be if this green light passes over him, but he also sees the green light at the same time.
It seems that the target of marriage is not aimed at him, but the head of the gargoyle.
"Dear Necromancer, I have said before, we do not want to be enemies with you." The voice sounded again, the tone and volume did not change, but it was completely different to the ears of the two Necromancers.
, the persuasiveness has become many times stronger. "But I also guarantee that we have enough ability to make you give up your thoughts. Both Mr. Cedros and General Gru of Ofu can receive the information we send immediately, and they have all the information in their hands."
There is Tularion's teleportation scroll, and you can rush here at any time. I don't think you want to see them..."
"These long-eared mice, sooner or later I will turn you all into pieces of meat on the test bench." The necromancer who was almost hit by the green light looked down with monstrous anger and murderous intent in his eyes.
This obvious threat has seriously hurt his self-esteem as a necromancer. A person who thinks he is already at the top of the world will never like the feeling of others pulling him down, especially when he is completely against other people's behavior.
When threats are ineffective.
Several winged Pegasus carried the elves and circled around the canopy of the ancient elven tree. Although they never dared to fly out of the invisible magic barrier, the elven archers above never put away their bows and arrows.
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The other necromancer did not show much excitement or anger, but a cold light flashed in his eyes, and then he whispered: "Let's go."
The two gargoyles spun in mid-air, then turned helplessly and flew toward the east.
On the ancient elf tree below, in the center of the huge and dense branches is a platform made of intertwined branches. Three elves, one old, two young, looked up at the back of the gargoyles retreating in the sky. The wrinkled elder elf finally grew taller.
The ground breathed a sigh of relief.
"Elder Lloyd, why don't you want me to target that necromancer? I've killed these evil and dark things one by one, why do I need to warn them to leave?" The female elf holding a huge black longbow frowned and asked.
There was a slightly tired look on his face, the arrow just now consumed a lot of power.
Elder Lloyd shook his head and sighed: "Even if you are aiming, you may not be able to kill with one blow from such a long distance. Even if you can kill one, it is absolutely impossible with your current strength.
Shoot two consecutive arrows to kill the other one. These guys are arrogant people. Whether you hurt one of them or make them feel threatened, as long as you really anger them, I'm sure the one who will appear above tomorrow will
It will definitely not be two people, and the magic used will definitely not be just conventional magic." He glanced at the side, with a worried look on his face, "And Elder Luya's ability has probably reached its limit. In fact, the one above
Maybe the two guys won't be able to stand it if they bombard it again."
The elf girl sitting in the center of the platform that Elder Lloyd was looking at had her eyes closed, and there was no trace of blood on her face. In the center of the platform was a magic circle, and a green leaf slowly spread its green light in the center of the circle.
Throughout the formation, the girl's hand was pressing on the leaf in the distance. It was she who controlled the power of the leaves of the world tree and used the ancient tree of war to release it, supporting the barrier against the magic bombardment from above.
She slowly opened her eyes, and her face, which was already as white as her hair, blushed for a while. Although it was a sickly blush, it looked more vibrant and beautiful on her face. Although the leaves of the world tree
Her vitality can last forever, but she cannot. After all, this is the barrier that independently controls the ancient tree of war to withstand the magic bombings of two great magicians. She has actually reached her limit long ago.
Several elven elders also walked up from under the ancient tree, and all their faces were full of worry. Every magic explosion in the sky just now made every elf below frightened. As long as the ancient layer of war
Once the tree's defense fails, what will follow is catastrophe. An elf elder wiped the cold sweat from his head and said: "Elder Lloyd, it seems that your suggestion of immediately opening the ancient tree of war is indeed correct."
Elder Lloyd shook his head. The solemn look on his face was heavier than that of all the elf elders. He said: "This is just a temporary measure. Those guys will not give up. Even if Cedros and General Gru can
Coming here is just to make them worry. If they take action next time, it will be an offensive that we cannot resist."
"Then what's the way to deal with them? Tularion doesn't have many Pegasus, and there are only a dozen or so that can be used to ride archers. These are absolutely unable to withstand those gargoyles and necromancers."
"Then let Pegasus carry all the magicians."
"But the natural magic of our elves is not good at frontal attack, and no one has a high level of elemental magic. How can we compete with the magic of those necromancers..."
"There is no way. Those necromancers will never fly into the range of our bows and arrows before they use magic to raze this place to the ground. Our tens of thousands of elven archers in Tularion have no place to use..."
"Each ancient war tree stores three mutated war mantis eggs... As long as Elder Luya uses the power of the leaves of the world tree to hatch them, it may give us enough combat power to deal with the necromancers."
"No, Queen Isabel left the Whispering Forest to collect these things and established the Tularion Forest in order to stop the legacy of the ancient elves from being used to kill and provoke war. This time, using the ancient war tree is a last resort.
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"Whether it is Marfa's divine metaphor or the Queen's intention, we must no longer pursue power for the sake of disputes and desires, and eventually make the power get out of control."
"But we did not initiate the dispute. The source of desire is in the hearts of human beings. Do we want to be slaughtered by others?"
The argument seemed to be unable to reach a conclusion. In the end, all the elf elders turned their attention to Elder Lloyd.
Elder Lloyd frowned and looked at the World Tree leaves on the stage, and the wrinkles on his face were squeezed together. This thing is indeed a trouble, and the most troublesome part of this trouble is that it cannot be completely solved. After all, this is a sacred object of the elves.
No matter how great the sacrifice, this thing cannot be handed over to others or destroyed for use.
But to protect something, strength is necessary. And the elves who follow Marfa's teachings and do not pursue power are undoubtedly no match for the Undead Guild. Although they can get help from Cedros and Gru at any time, this
It seems that it is not a long-term solution after all. Fortunately, the secret ally Oufu has held back the church and the Necromancer Guild, attracting most of their attention and strength, otherwise the situation will only be more unbearable.
"It seems we have to move... we don't have to find help..." Elder Lloyd sighed with a wry smile.
Oh, midnight.
Asa jumped off the bed, stretched out his arms and moved, twisting his neck. The muscles pulled the bones and joints all over his body, making a uniform crackling sound from the cervical vertebrae to the knuckles, and then walked straight towards the door.
"What are you doing?" Jessica asked. She was naked and leaning on the bed. Her dark and delicate skin, slender but powerful and harmonious limbs made her look more like a black female leopard in the dark night.
Rather than a young girl who has just woken up from a slumber after a frenzy.
"Put on your clothes, something seems to have happened." Before Asa finished speaking, Jessica also heard footsteps approaching from a distance.
Asara opened the door, and the figure of the Orc happened to appear at the door. The Orc did not panic at all. He seemed to be accustomed to this way of opening the door, and just gasped and said to Asara: "Mr. Cedros asked you to go to the municipal government as soon as possible.
hall."
"What happened? Did the coalition attack?" Asa asked. He heard not only the footsteps of the orc, but also the noise on the streets outside. The shouts and running sounds of the orc soldiers, the sound of weapons, etc.
The sound of collision...
The half-orc is still panting. Even his physique, which is far superior to humans, is struggling, and it can be seen that he is running at an extremely fast speed. His ugly green face is now covered with no sweat, like a quilt.
Soaked bitter melon, but the excitement and excitement were obvious, "No, the coalition forces are withdrawing. Mr. Cedros summoned all the troops to prepare for the attack."
The square in front of the city hall is already crowded with people and beasts, and almost all the orcs in Eufor have gathered. The tall werewolves and ogres are carrying huge warhammers and axes, and the shorter lizard men are also holding their own weapons.
They were arranged in an orderly and dense manner under the leadership of the leaders and warriors of various tribes. The half-orc animal trainers drove a dozen bipedal flying dragons and hundreds of wild bulls to stand around.
Although this scene, which was like a grand military parade, was not too noisy because of the good order, thousands of heavy breathing and wheezing gathered together to form a strange wave. The thick breath filling the air came from countless excitements.
The standing orcs represent the wildness and impulse rushing in their blood, and the whole scene implies that there is a storm suppressed under this unquiet calm.
Only the gate of the city hall was lit with torches, and all the orcs' eyes and attention were there. The old man's figure illuminated in the firelight was like a statue of a god worshiped by the orcs.
Cedros's voice was calm and loud, reaching the ears of every orc through the temporary magic circle drawn at his feet: "First of all, I want to tell the people of Eufu the good news that the Holy See's coalition forces have finally withdrawn."
As soon as Cedros finished speaking, countless shouts and howls emanated from the throats of thousands of orcs, gathering into a thunderous roar.
Although this sound was comparable to the roar of the Behemoth, Cedros's hand just pressed a few times out of thin air, and the orcs quickly became quiet. He continued: "This is our victory.
A victory for everyone here who fights for freedom and survival. But this victory is not complete, and everything is far from over. The church’s army has withdrawn this time, but how long will it take for them to bring more with them?
The soldiers came back."
"We hate and fight endlessly, but we will never be afraid or timid, nor will we be stingy with our weapons and blood against any enemy who wants to invade our homeland. We will not let these enemies who try to set foot in Oufu remain unscathed.
Leaving sadly..." Cedros's voice paused, and then said in a louder and louder voice that could shake the soul of every orc: "For our home, for our freedom, for our
To survive, we have to fight."
Earth-shaking roars rose from the ground, and the surrounding boulder buildings seemed to be trembling. Those huge flying dragons and bulls were struggling in fear in this terrifying momentum. Each orc used his maximum strength to
The power in their chests spurted out the fire and wildness in their chests, and they raised the weapons in their hands. It was a steel forest that was about to harvest countless lives.
"The coalition forces are withdrawing, their morale is low, and their formations are scattered. This is a perfect opportunity for us to reduce your effective forces, completely defeat their morale, and cultivate my morale." Amidst the deafening roars, the Bolugan people had to struggle to roar.
Keeping his voice from being drowned, he explained to Asa, who was standing in the shadow not far behind Cedros with him: "This pursuit is expected to reduce their strength by at least tens of thousands, and the pressure in the future will be easier.
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Asa nodded absently. The sound made his ears hurt, and he felt a sense of boredom for no reason, because he seemed to have heard this sound somewhere before. Although it was a little different, the general meaning was the same.