Night.

Elven Camp.

The bald eagle in the armchair spoke: "It's time. ”

The elven old man nodded, raised his right hand over the top, and clenched his fist hard. The fighters quickly got up, then lined up, waiting for the commander's order. The sound of short counts and low breathing overlapped, creating a faint, wind-blown tension in the camp.

"What, forgive me for taking the liberty ......"

Suddenly, hearing the bald eagle use a polite tone, the elf old man was a little uncomfortable, and his nose twitched. The bald eagle hissed and frowned deeply: "What about those elites from the royal court?" Don't tell me they're all resting, because I'm waiting long enough for everyone to line up for two showers. ”

"I haven't dealt with them yet, maybe they won't be able to help until tomorrow."

"Tomorrow? Hahaha, are they here for war or for vacation? The bald eagle twisted his neck, looked straight at the elven old man, and said in an irrefutable tone: "That female envoy can not go to battle, but I ask the archers and magicians in the elite to obey my command." It's not going to be a quiet night, it's likely to be a tough fight, and I don't want the people who should be there absent. ”

The elf old man said, "Okay, I'll coordinate from that." But I don't understand why the defenders keep attacking, while we, as the besieging side, have to be on the side. ”

"Because the person on the other side was scared of me. After my first siege, they understood that I had the upper hand in this battle and that we must not take it lightly. They were able to wear down the stamina of our men only by constantly making sorties at night, so that I could not organize a major offensive during the day the next day. Once they have not attacked for one night, their lives will come to an end at sunrise of the new day. Bald Eagle yawned, his face tired.

Chikami blinked: "Sorry, I didn't understand." ”

Ignoring Chisaki, the bald eagle pulled out a small bottle and tossed it to the approaching ponytailed elf man. The other party stretched out his hand to catch it steadily, and then a cold light flashed in his eyes: "'Nature's blood'!" Great stuff! ”

"This thing should work for you."

"Of course it works. Why, though—"

"Don't ask questions!" The bald eagle cried.

The pony-tailed elf man raised his eyebrows, didn't say anything, just opened his mouth, stretched out his overgrown tongue, and rolled the tip of his tongue into his mouth. There are dangers everywhere in the Savage Secret Realm, and only your stomach is the safest safe.

"'Hungry Beast', I need bugs and beasts as pioneers in this battle, druids don't want to [transform], all use auxiliary spells on the flanks, can't advance, can be withdrawn at any time. Elder, have the archers line up behind the bugs and beasts, covering the walls of the blow. As for the elites from the royal court, let them directly obey my orders. ”

At this moment, the soft female voice of the elven envoy floated: "Let me be the commander of the elites and pass on your orders." ”

Bald Eagle smiled, turned his whole body, grabbed the back of the chair with both hands, and smiled at the envoy who appeared behind the chair: "Aren't you going to rest tonight?" ”

The envoy smiled: "In order to spread the love of the gods of nature, and in order to defeat the fallen blood elves, I am willing to contribute my strength, what is the point of being tired?" ”

(The elven ponytail man said to the elven old man with his lips: Obviously he is a quasi-hero-level strength, tired fart.) ）

"Okay then. You give me a list of your subordinates, and I need to know their names, occupations, ranks, and specialties. You also need to set the way you give orders, and I don't want to be in place. ”

"Okay."

(The elven ponytail man moved his lips again: At this time, rushing to be the commander must be greedy for life and afraid of death!) I'm sure she'll disobey if she feels that Bald Eagle's order isn't right. If you don't have the consciousness of death, come and participate in a fart war and help a fart fist! ）

(The elven old man glanced around before moving his lips slightly: Wang Ting!) Alas. ）

The bald eagle was facing the three responsible persons at this moment, and naturally took in the small movements of some people, but smiled mysteriously and said nothing. The elven old man immediately straightened his face, while the elven ponytail man turned his head to look away.

The Elven Court has been prosperous for a long time, although it has suffered setbacks in various new continents, and there have been "first splits" and "second splits", but the elves still have the World Tree as a shelter, and no one dares to disturb the labyrinth forest, so they have been living a peaceful and happy life. Their view is still thousands of years ago - "We elves are invincible!" We are not afraid of war, because the gap between us and our opponents is too great, and our opponents will definitely surrender." Therefore, the envoy from the royal court was also a little inexplicably arrogant, thinking that as soon as he appeared, the necromantic creature would kneel and surrender. They're not here for sacrifice, but to have rare qualifications to be in the Presbyterian Church, right?

Finding that the atmosphere was a little awkward, the elven envoy turned her eyes around, and still said arrogantly: "Necromantic creatures are really despicable, and I knew this deeply when I was in charge of establishing diplomatic relations. They are not worthy to stand with us, but only to be in the league of traitors. I have to say that the Presbyterian Council decided to give them a chance in the first place, which was too merciful and soft-hearted. ”

"I'd love to keep chatting with you, ma'am, but unfortunately I have limited time." The bald eagle stood up. He wasn't very tall, but he was already a head taller than the three leaders in the armchair. He looked down at everyone, clapped his hands, and said, "Strike." ”

[Order forbidden]!

Suddenly, the elven envoy felt that the person standing in the chair was so majestic and unshakable! She subconsciously replied, "Yes!" In fact, the other two people standing next to her also spoke in unison with her.

She suddenly felt terrible......

This human can make the elves obey in a few words, not by magic or power, but by the ability that only war tycoons can master! If this ability gets out of control a little, all races on the continent will have to suffer!

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Qinli Villa, the head of the wall.

Although Qingyi came late, everything was fine, if you deliberately ignored the naval battle around the transit island.

Thousands of years ago, the elven armada, across history, encountered the ghost fleet that now roams the world, and it is impossible not to collide with sparks. The evergreen ship is planted with the "Tree of Life", which naturally has the ability to absorb fog and dispel dark clouds, which greatly reduces the advantage of the ghost ship. Under the command of Bald Eagle, the elven fleet advanced and retreated in a measured manner, and the barely ten evergreen ships could show an amazing command art, either luring the enemy, or encircling or scattering, forcing Scowl and Captain Pisa to wait for him. Coupled with a large swarm of beetles, and the occasional mermaid who sneaked over to help in the battle, the transit island was not able to take it down.

And the subordinates in the villa didn't have a good face. The Abomination Giant Sandworm died in the forest, and was eaten by a swarm of carnivorous beetles, completely unable to be recovered. That's 70% of the corpse reserve, and if you don't say it's gone, Skaul doesn't know how distressed it is; Diesel looked haggard at the rest of the corpses, not knowing what to make. Nav took stock of the munitions depot several times, as if new items would appear after the inventory was too much.

At this point, the blood elves had to show a little sincerity. A large number of magic scrolls, spell-casting aids, and ballistas were delivered, and in addition to that, two of the three handsome blood elves serving Poison Roses were temporarily under Skoll's command. Qing Yi has looked at the attributes of these two, okay, one is a blood mage, the other is a sword dancer, and their strength is quasi-heroic. When they were fully armed, their magical light shimmered around them, and they could stand out from the crowd even when they stood among the angels, let alone a group of undead creatures. It is said that these two came to the battle after losing the guessing boxing.

After a general understanding of the situation, Qingyi stood at the head of the wall. The night wind was cold, and the wind swept his cloak up and down, but it couldn't blow the "Immortal Military Flag" beside him. This flag is nothing extraordinary, and when it is unfurled, it must not be because of the strong wind, but because the great war is about to begin. It loves the taste of blood.

Qingyi looked at the woods that showed a little light, and suddenly realized something, and looked up, the flag unfolded a corner, and slowly fell, and then hunted, and the flagpole was crunched by the invisible wind!

Enemy attack?

As soon as he thought this, a flash of light flew in and struck him in the chest. Although at this moment, there was the dual protection of [Ink Armor] and the black streamer, Qingyi was still hit by the impact and took a step back. He immediately "looked" and found that the enemy was still outside his [Soul Force Field], if you calculate the factor of "shooting arrows from below and from above", it can be seen that the opponent's range is far away! If you deduce from the range, the opponent should have a strong bow, and it also has extremely high strength!

With this arrow, the sound of breaking waves sounded in the forest, densely packed, as if it was about to climb on people in the next moment.

The elves are finally going to show their true strength?

For some reason, in an instant, green vines covered the entire wall, intertwining with each other to form a climbing net. Before the pyromancer could set fire to the natural rope ladders, the camouflage unicorn buzzed closer, forcing the ranged professional to set fire to it.

Poison Rosewood risked the danger and came to the wall to look, her little face pale: "That kind of archery is too orthodox, not plain (is) 'gothic', more pixel (yes)...... More pixels (yes)...... Praetorian Guards of the Su Royal Court! Why did the Elven Court intervene in this war, did they want the Tree of Life to grow all over the world again? ”

Skaul hurriedly said, "Hey, hurry up!" ”

He said it too late. The swarm was so dense that it covered the walls with a dark blanket at once, obscuring out the blue soul fire. Both the Indigo Shooter and the Pyromancer are forced to fight in close quarters.

No way...... Qingyi's intuition told him that the city wall would not be able to hold it!