Unaffected by this anger at all, Ying Qinge withdrew his spiritual power, and the virtual screen disappeared instantly. The royal elf, who had no power to use, stared at Ying Qinge in a daze, and knelt down again.
They knew that with the current power of the royal elves, they were no longer a match for the abyssal races, but they could not reconcile themselves to their own kind being treated like this.
"Please let me go with you to fight. I don't care about death. I just want to avenge my fellow clan!"
Some elves shed tears like rain, their voices choked with sobs.
"I am already an old man, and I don't have much time left before I can return to my mother tree. Before I return, I want to do something for our clan. Please allow me to follow you in the battle."
An elf walked out on crutches with angry eyes.
"Sir, I am not afraid of death. I am not a coward. Please allow me to follow you and bring back the bodies of my people for burial."
An elf bent his back towards Ying Qin Ge and knocked his head on the ground.
One elf after another requested to go with them, and the number was so large that it was completely inconsistent with the elf queen's original plan to preserve the limited number of elves.
But this time she did not speak to stop them, but closed her eyes and acquiesced to their actions.
If the next Elf Queen hadn't been trained yet, the Elf Queen would have immediately picked up the scepter and rushed to the battlefield to kill those abyssal races who insulted her people.
Facing these royal elves who obviously had no intention of giving in, Ying Qinge said: "When we get to the battlefield, none of you are allowed to act without my order."
The royal elves looked at each other, and in order to be able to go, they replied in unison: "Yes!"
What happened next was like magic. Ying Qin Ge waved his sleeves, and the petitioning royal elves disappeared into the hall, and Ying Qin Ge also disappeared out of thin air.
The Elf Queen, who sensed the fluctuations in space, stood up, looked at the empty hall, and slowly returned to the throne. The entire Elf seemed to have been drained of all its strength in an instant.
A large number of royal elves died, and the Elf Mother Tree that gave birth to them fell into a depressed state. The cries that only the Elf Queen could hear lingered in her ears, telling the grief of the Elf Mother Tree.
Is this the price she pays for choosing the shortcut?
The hand holding the scepter was so hard that the fingertips turned white and the veins appeared. No elf except herself could know what kind of storm was setting off in her heart at this moment.
From the royal elves' hall to the marching troops of the abyss race, it seemed to the royal elves that it took a blink of an eye.
The black python greedily moved towards them quickly. The royal elves who were kneeling or standing looked at the endless black army and subconsciously summoned their own weapons to stop them from killing them.
But before they could take the first step, Ying Qinge, who was standing in front of them, stretched out his hand towards the army.
The hands were as long and beautiful as fine white porcelain, without any flaws, and instantly attracted the attention of all the royal elves.
Under the gaze of the elves, dark purple flames emerged from the palms and quickly extended to both sides, forming a gorgeous and terrifying fire bow.
Ying Qinge pulled the bowstring and aimed at the sky above where the abyssal troops were. The dark purple flaming arrow shot out as Ying Qinge let go, and the space where it went was distorted visible to the naked eye.
Except for the elves who had been paying attention, the rockets shot into the sky did not attract the attention of the abyss troops. When the height was high enough, the rockets, which in the eyes of the elves were only as thin as a hair, expanded instantly.
Like fireworks blooming in the night sky, the rocket turned into a fireball and turned into countless rockets in the air. They all aimed at the abyssal troops and fell at the speed of light in the eyes of the abyssal race before they had time to realize what was happening.
Countless rockets dragged out beautiful dark purple fire marks in the air, like a giant green cloud chrysanthemum in full bloom, incredibly beautiful.
However, under this beauty, there are the abyssal races that were skewered one by one on the earth, and not even ashes were left behind.
There were no screams, no earth-shattering sounds of fighting, and no continuous sounds of fighting. Everything was so quiet and beautiful, making the elves tremble in their souls.
Is this the strength to win Qin Ge?
So the huge number of abyssal troops, the abyssal troops that defeated them steadily, just disappeared without a trace? !
The neck was like a machine that had been in disrepair for a long time. The elves looked at the relaxed and leisurely Ying Qin Ge, their expressions blank.
Not caring at all what he would become in the hearts of these elves, Ying Qinge let go of his fire bow and reminded them that it was time to do something, "Okay, you go and bring back your people of the same race."
The elves, who were stunned by the scene created by Ying Qin Ge, nodded blankly and walked hand in hand to the position of the abyssal troops with almost nothing left.
Some of them tripped over obstacles under their feet and fell to the ground because their brains were in a blank state.
After the elves left, the dark purple flame that changed from the bow state back to a ball of fire did not disappear, but jumped twice in front of Ying Qin Ge.
"belch--"
A hiccup sounded, and when he looked closely, he saw a mouth of dark purple flames floating in the air. Along with a loud hiccup, a cloud of white smoke came out of the mouth.
Ying Qin Ge: "Are you full?"
The flame with a long mouth that could hiccup jumped twice more, and a few sparks popped out from the flame, and then under Ying Qin Ge's gaze, a dialog box that only appeared in comics was formed.
Text that only Ying Qin Ge could understand appeared in the dialog box, and the dark purple font color added a sense of splendor to it.
[I’m full~ But if there is still food, it’s not that I can’t eat it~]
After "speaking", the flame ball came close to Ying Qin Ge's face, like a puppy asking for credit from its owner, and kept rubbing against Ying Qin Ge's face.
[Am I, am I very, very great? ! Nothing was accidentally injured, including the big black dragon that had been hiding in the woods and peeking at its owner for a long time. ]
It was obviously so hot that the enemy could not even leave ashes behind, but it did not leave even a trace on Ying Qin Ge's face.
Ying Qinge raised his hand to grab the overly excited ball of flames. It was obviously just a ball of fire, but it was the effect of being caught by slime in Ying Qinge's hands.
Because it was accompanied by flames, Ying Qinge could clearly understand the flames' expectations for praise. She raised the corners of her mouth slightly and answered in the affirmative, "Of course."
The complimented flame instantly exploded into a small firework, and then the exploded flames couldn't wait to get into Ying Qin Ge's skin, jumping into Ying Qin Ge's sea of consciousness to publicize his outing.
Blocking the movement in the sea of consciousness, Ying Qinge turned to look at the position of the peeper in the flames. The smile that had not faded made her look so gentle and warm.
