The scene of the tragic death of a supernatural elf undoubtedly shocked everyone. The dead elf also had a frightened and stunned expression on his face, until his eyes completely lost their luster.
The miserable howl of a druid elder broke the silence after the tragedy. He asked loudly: "You actually killed an elf in front of everyone. Do you understand what this means?" At the same time, the members of the Shenmu Guards were ready to move, and some even took out their weapons. The sharp blade.
The person who reacted equally quickly was the young Elf King. He shouted in Elvish: 'Everyone in the Shenmu Guards, listen to my order and put down your weapons. '
'I don't allow it! The Druid elder also yelled in Elvish language: "You are ignorant and ignorant about everything. How do you have the right to order us?" Are you relying on you to stand side by side with the enemy who once destroyed the kingdom? Demon King Tikal, I will never forget the hatred that destroyed my country in the past. I will wait until everything is settled before I deal with you. However, the king chose to go with your enemy to destroy the country, and he is no longer qualified to be a king. Let's die together! Ancient vines, obey my orders, restrain my enemies, break their bones, tear their flesh, and drink their blood! 'Followed by a long series of elven secret words that were incomprehensible.
This is one of the famous spells of the Druid, manipulating plants. Within the scope of the World Tree, even if it is not the World Tree itself, it is the plants of the same level as it that can coexist with it. It can be said that in such an environment, the druid's simplest plant control spell has the same destructive power as a strategic-level forbidden spell.
So everyone braced themselves up and looked at...the thin vines like earthworms, like coquettishness, slapped everyone's calves once or twice symbolically, and still struggled on Wrap a loop or two around the ankle. ...This kind of power is probably only slightly better than controlling plants in desert areas.
This offensive, which was no different from peeing, not only targeted the four humans present, but also four silver-bearded dwarves and the Elf King's men. Originally, everyone looked like they were facing a formidable enemy, but now they were full of doubts, waiting for the second and third wave of attacks from the World Tree. Fen didn't take it seriously. He shook his feet a little and shook off the vines wrapped around his feet.
'All Elven Guards! 'It's different from the young elves who don't know how to deal with things. The years that Maxim Stashe lived through were not all peaceful ones. Although the king was by his side, as the Minister of War, he already held military power. He issued the order without any hesitation: 'Hold the bow! Target, Shenmu Guards! '
The elves who can join the Guards will not have any new recruits. Obedience is a soldier's bounden duty, not to mention the hostility of the other party is obvious enough. More than five hundred elf guards uniformly raised their long bows at an angle, nocked arrows and stretched their strings.
'The majesty of the king cannot be insulted. put! '
There seemed to be only one sound of the vibrating string. Although it was not enough to cover up the clouds and the sun, the sight of more than five hundred arrows flying into the sky and shooting towards the target was still shocking.
'rush! Ronan Peter, another transcendent member of the Shenmu Guards, shouted loudly. The Shenmu Guards are not an army used to attack fortresses, so although they have a variety of equipment, they do not have shields. Faced with incoming bows and arrows, perhaps they can rely on their superb skills to dodge the arrows or even catch them out of thin air. But the more correct approach is not to just stand there and be shot in vain.
Being too slow to fight back with a short bow is no longer enough. According to the elven army's combat teaching principles, the distance should be shortened at this time and the enemy should be dragged directly into hand-to-hand combat. There may be casualties, but while it can prevent the enemy from continuing to shoot arrows, the soldiers can also take advantage of close combat and teach the archers to behave well.
Not only the Shenmu Guards are familiar with the principles of teaching war, but the Elf Guards are also familiar with them. After they shot an arrow, they immediately drew the arrow and shot straight without waiting for orders. Then he threw down the long bow and drew out the elf scimitar from the sheath. The longbow is almost as tall as a man, which is extremely disadvantageous in close combat. Facing an enemy with superb martial arts, edged weapons will be more advantageous.
Facts have proved that, except for a few unlucky ones, no Shenmu Guards fell to the two waves of shooting. Scimitar against scimitar, the two armies from the same origin collided fiercely, starting a fight that no one expected.
Ronan and a few people walked slowly on the battlefield. Arrows were not a big problem for him. His red eyes only stared at one target, the human magician.
Not only did the other party kill the comrades he could rely on, Vasily even mentioned to him before his death that it seemed that a mouse had broken into the World Tree, but he could never find the whereabouts of the other party. Now it seems that the mouse is undoubtedly the human magician. The source of all these mistakes has of course become his target.
And an elf with red eyes walked towards him fiercely, how could Lin not notice it. Because of the preemptive attack by the Elf Guards, the Shenmu Guards bypassed themselves and attacked towards the Elf Guards. I thought I could fish in troubled waters like this, quietly leave the battlefield, and hide aside to watch a good show. However, the actions of the extraordinary elf made someone's thoughts go to waste.
He raised the big hammer in his hand and shot again, but this time Ronan ducked and dodged the shot. For pure energy shooting, you can also use mental power locking to adjust the trajectory; but for live ammunition shooting, there is no way. In addition, the opponent had only seen the attack method of the magic gun once and knew how to hide from the gun. Lin couldn't help but hate these strong people among the natives of the Lost Land.
Putting the revolver back into the holster under his side, the opponent was still coming slowly; at the same time, there were three Elf Druid elders, none of whom were missing, and they were all walking towards him. It's no wonder that they look confident. For elves, they think dealing with a magician is a trivial matter.
So, use extra-dimensional exile? As soon as someone raised his hand, a voice came from beside him and said, "No."
The lich who came to him smiled like a flower in bloom, so pretty...it even made someone shiver. Fen is not a cold beauty. On the contrary, she likes to laugh and has many expressions.
But it's definitely not a good thing when she smiles very happily, especially when she smiles like a child when seeing interesting toys. Every time I see this face, someone will be tortured until the top of their head is filled with smoke. In short, she will never stop until she is satisfied.
Fen said: "It's rare to encounter opponents who can relax their muscles and bones, but you are not allowed to make them disappear again without authorization. And I want to try that magic. Don't you think they are good opponents for practicing tricks?"
"That magic? You mean the magic whip? Well, speaking of which, I want to try it too."
"Hitting the Divine Whip? This is a good name. From now on, this magic will be called this name, Divine Whip."
After the two of them looked at each other, they clasped their palms together at the same time, and each chanted a different spell, so fast and urgent that no one could hear it clearly, and no one could possibly understand it. The palms of his hands gradually parted, and a beam of light that caught people's attention was connected in the palms.
Just as the two of them were using magic and pulling out two long whips, the three elder druids were also using magic. The tactics of the Midi Druid were similar to those of the magicians. They gave themselves a full set of supports and then faced off head-on like a warrior, so the elves were not in a hurry to attack.
As an extraordinary person among the elf rangers, Ronan even protected the three people behind him, letting the elders bless him and accumulating his own strength as he advanced step by step.
He wanted to stand out while the two human magicians were casting magic, but the elf sword dancer Liena Titov, who was watching eagerly from the side, did not join the main battlefield. She had the same idea on the side, Just waiting for Ronan to leave the position of protecting the three elders.
The three Druid elders who had experienced that era would not think that the resurrected demon king in front of them was just a showman, just like her appearance. One cannot be too cautious when dealing with such a legendary figure. Fortunately, the opponent lost the dark army, and now they could only fight against the elves who had the advantages of location and numbers alone.
As for the human magician beside him who killed an elf transcendent but still could not hide his weak nature, he was habitually ignored by the Druid elders. In their perception, the weakness of that human being is like a fluorescent light, as if they can extinguish the other person's fire of life by clapping their hands at any time. The only thing to pay attention to is the strange weapon.
But combined with the analysis of the cursed power, Fen's DNA double-strand research results, and all the magic the two have mastered so far, the destructive power of a mere whip of light is unimaginable in the eyes of others. You can get a clue from the fact that someone would jokingly call the magic used by Fen the magic whip, and he could only use two whips.
Although in my hometown, the term "God Whip" refers to a hard heavy weapon rather than a soft whip, someone couldn't find a better way to call it.
The two sides continued to approach, and until the moment before the encounter, the two warriors could not find an opening for a surprise attack. But as the main force, the three Druid elders and two magicians have already completed the preparations, and everything is ready to go.
When each other crossed the imaginary line for launching an attack, the three elder druids moved faster than the two magicians and launched a thunderous offensive.
After getting along for a long time, the tacit understanding between the three elders no longer required verbal communication. They used their strongest attacks one after another. Some turned into a bear while fluttering, some showed their fangs and turned into a human wolf. The last one He suddenly spread his wings and his feet were like the claws of an eagle, attacking the demon king, Tikal! The remaining people were controlled by Ronan alone.
However, this extraordinary elf was not satisfied with just containing him. He did not dare to take action at first, just because he wanted to protect the three elders. Now that there is no burden, it is not a problem to ask him to fight one against two. And Ronan made up his mind to concentrate his offensive on killing the human magician first, and as for the other elf sword dancer, he would capture him alive and deal with him later.
Watching the long whip swing, it is not a problem for the magic scimitar to hold the soft whip formed by the magic. Ronan's left hand grasped the dagger on his waist, and with just one step, the sharp blade sealed his throat. The person in front of him was not the first magician to die at his hands, nor would he be the last.
However, the reality is completely different from the imagination of the elves. The light whip, which is based on the flash technique, has a function similar to cutting off space. The powerful magical scimitar failed to stop the light whip, and could not even maintain its own integrity. The whip body was exiled to an unknown place, and the scimitar broke into two pieces without any accident.
At the same time the whip was swung down from the shoulder and out from the hip, and the wielder of the scimitar met the same fate as his weapon. Blood splattered on Liena's face in front of her.
