Forest.

Elven Camp.

Of course, this can no longer be called an elven camp, as most of the elves have evacuated and entered the castle, and only a small number of elves are silently patrolling the night to watch out for enemies from the back of the forest. They themselves are elites with perception beyond their peers, and they are equipped with sophisticated auxiliary equipment, and any existence that is not in harmony with the forest will be immediately found out.

However, a faint figure had already crossed several layers of patrol lines in a row, but no one warned him. Indeed, if the infiltrator is willing to stop and show his true face, you can surely understand why he is invisible. He is the former assassin and gossip leader with the name of "dust", and he is known as a high-ranking god who can infiltrate any corner of the world.

He skimmed past the Tree of Life, past the Tree Men who had regained their pine form, over the small trees that had grown from the corpses of the Elven Warriors, and then came to the exit of the forest, where he quietly surveyed the emerald castle. Any elf would fall in love with this castle from the bottom of their hearts, but somehow, there was only hidden anger on the face of the gossip master.

He walked silently across the carpet and moss, and climbed on the wall empty-handed. There are delicate flowers clinging to the walls, but none of them have been touched by him, which shows that his movements are quite gentle, but his speed is not slow, even a little faster than you think.

He went to a window on the second floor, lifted the curtain, and blocked the light from the window with his body just right, so that the light environment in the room did not change in any way, and could not arouse the alarm of the people inside. He stared at the female elf in the room for a long time, and said, "Go back." ”

The female elf was dressing up in the mirror, and when she heard this, she screamed in fright, and not only stood up immediately, but also knocked over the crystal mirror. She stared at the gossip sect leader for a while, and asked tentatively, "You...... No, are you the 'dust' of respect? ”

The Gossip Sect Master nodded.

"Hehe, that's good. Your [stealth] is so amazing that even the forest priest candidate himself can't be guarded against. Let me introduce myself, I am the envoy of the royal court, Cinderella. Perhaps realizing that she was not in danger, the female elf slowly returned to a noble, calm posture. She picked up a green vine from the dresser and tied it to her forehead. "However, your 'go back' makes me a little concerned, can you explain it?"

"This is originally a matter of the 'gospel' elves, and it has nothing to do with the 'gothic' elves."

The envoy raised his head, his tone became fast and urgent, and his voice was still pleasant to the ear, and it was not soft in the aggressiveness: "'Gothic' elves? With all due respect, have you ignored the existence of the royal court? Shouldn't all the elves in this world maintain respect for the royal court, no matter where they are? Isn't the World Tree where we are? ”

The gossip leader plucked out his ears, as if he had listened to some boring words that would make him grow earwax: "Maybe other elves will eat you, but I can thank you for not being sensitive." I only know that the royal court wants to put its hand into the 'gospel' and break the existing pattern of power, which I disagree with a thousand times. ”

"Are you misunderstanding us? The royal court will not interfere rudely—"

"Come on, this time I did send dozens of elites, so what about next time? And next time? The gossip sect leader simply jumped into the room with a cold expression: "Wang Ting is testing my bottom line. ”

"You? Hehehe, it's up to you? Although you are highly skilled, you can't help but think too highly of yourself, right? The envoy smiled reservedly, revealing a hint of disdain.

"Am I really looking up to myself? From the time I showed up until now, you seem to be getting farther and farther away from the dresser, and your legs are shaking. "The gossip leader pointed at the envoy's feet.

The envoy realized that he had unknowingly reached the door, and the fingers of his left hand were still on the handle. She tried a few times to keep her legs from shaking, but she couldn't—the gossip leader's gaze was like a blade covered in frost, gently rubbing against the skin of her legs, rubbing goosebumps.

The Bagua Sect Master approached, picked up the crystal mirror, and rested it on the table. During this time, the envoy was never able to open the door and escape the room, as her legs were still shaking. If it weren't for the doorknob being strong enough to support her body, she would have sat down on the floor in a gaffe.

"You...... Do you want to kill me? ”

"Oh, my lord, if I were to kill someone, it would be like this-"

In the next instant, the gossip sect leader appeared in front of the envoy, his eyes so deep that he couldn't see the bottom. He never showed a murderous aura, but this pupil could swallow the target's hope of survival. Looking into the eyes just a stone's throw away, the envoy couldn't move, couldn't breathe. She felt something hard grazing her heart, and she knew it was a "colorless blade".

The gossip sect leader was only close to him for a moment. He quickly stepped away, turned around as if nothing was right, and picked up the overturned chair again. And the envoy leaned against the wall and sat down, his face pale. It was a few seconds before she remembered to check her chest and found that her clothes were not even torn.

"Got it? I didn't want to kill you, and I didn't want you to succeed, so I told you to go back. That's a great treat! I've never treated the Necromantic King so favorably. The Gossip Sect Master squatted in front of the envoy and asked very seriously.

"I'm afraid not." Another voice answered, a bald eagle pushing the door in. He didn't look at the envoy, but took off his sunglasses and showed his tired eyes: "The game is over? ”

"I rushed over as soon as I finished fighting. Why not? Seeing his old friend, the gossip sect leader got up, and he didn't bother to care about the envoy.

Bald Eagle looked at each other with a little sympathy: "Because it's too late." ”

"You mean ......"

"That's right, you're out of control. The other party also came with reinforcements, if we let the elite of the royal court leave now, I dare say, we will be defeated. ”

"Aren't you there?!"

"I'll do my best. So, if you don't want too many elves to die, don't let the people of the royal court go back. ”

"Qiankun" is like the real world, it affects the whole body, and it is not necessarily a good thing to have new chess pieces to join the chessboard. If you have reinforcements from the royal court, then the enemy is likely to have new reinforcements.

The game is getting more and more interesting.

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Camphill Villa, reception room.

Seeing the bound man, Poison Rose exclaimed in surprise: "Isn't this our friend, the master of the night?" What kind of wind is blowing you? Hurry up and untie her! ”

This guy has dark skin and tattoos on his neck and face (which immediately reminds Qingyi of the gossip master), and is obviously a dark elf. He was freed from the thorny vines, and his expression was unnatural: "The demonized plant of the blood elves is really a bit of a doorway." ”

Who would be stupid enough to climb into a mountain full of demonic plants! Having said that, daring to climb a rock empty-handed is too confident or too brainless! Qingyi said secretly.

"Stupid" Hans: Level 68, Warrior. He is the leader of the younger generation of dark elves, and has a certain right to speak in the clan. What gave the elders a headache was that he didn't like to think too much before doing things, and he was almost impulsive all the time. In order to allow him to mature a little, the elders decided to send him out into battle and put it through the experience, but so far it seems that little has been done. usually likes to be heroes.,It's also very popular with girls in the clan.。 Surprisingly, however, he was very cooperative with those who were smarter than him, and was never self-righteous in scheming and strategy. Every word he says is taken literally, and there is no irony or temptation; On the other hand, he would never know that others were sarcastic about him. The skills he is good at are [Sword Mastery: Do What You Want from the Heart], [Dash], and [Breaking Aura]. At night, the environment is not weakened in any way. When fighting a Warrior professional, all stats are increased by 5%, and if you fight an enemy with [Sword Mastery], all stats are increased by an additional 5%.

As a dark elf, Hans is naturally good-looking, with short shiny light gray hair, melon seed face, light eyebrows, and peach blossom eyes, all of which are almost more beautiful than girls; He is 1.8 meters tall, with a slender figure and well-proportioned muscles that are not overly strong, which is really pleasing to the eye; He wore a short beige robe (cut by thorns) that made it easy to move, and an ordinary iron sword hung from his waist, with a yellowed strip of cloth wrapped around the hilt; Under his feet was a halo of darkness like the vast earth, the pattern of which seemed to be arranged in a round claw and sharp teeth; By human standards, he has just reached adulthood, and he does have capital to be proud of at this age, but unfortunately he has no aura in his eyebrows.

He pulled a chair with a big grin, without any shame of being caught, and took out a document from his bosom and threw it to the poisonous Ferdinular: "We originally wanted to stay out of the matter, but we didn't expect the Elven Court to intervene, and they actually worked tirelessly to send people from the 'Goths'. If you Blood Elves are defeated, the royal court will uproot us. Ah, I'm here to inform you of this. ”

Although I can understand that you are overconfident in your own strength and dare to climb up from the cliff, but you dare to challenge the demonic plants that protect the Villa alone, do you think you are a hero! Qingyi was standing behind the poisonous Rosewood, and at this time, he peeked at the document, and even sneered: Isn't what you said about the content of the document! Sure enough, you can't say such an orderly thing on your own!

After a quick glance at the paperwork, Poison Rosewood smiled and said, "Oh, hehehe! Thank you for your support! I wonder how many people you have brought with you? ”

"Five thousand! They're right down the hill! Judging by Hans's tone, he seemed proud.

"Not bad, not bad." Skoll is weird and weird. Seeing that Hans didn't react, he had no choice but to continue: "Now our back road is broken, the city wall is occupied, and the enemy has built a castle to fight a protracted war with us. We're completely passive. ”

Hans immediately patted his chest: "Don't worry! My men will march down the hill and join you inside and outside to break down that garbage castle! ”

Everyone resisted the urge to blurt out, "There's a bald eagle, you idiot," and ignored him.