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A fierce wind whistled past him. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

A toned and mighty body shuttled between the clouds in the sky, flickering and flickering.

Laurochem raised his long, graceful neck covered with fine emerald scales, and raised his head to the sky with an angry dragon groan. The bright dragon scales shone brightly in the bright sun, the sharp and majestic dragon horns flickered with an uncertain cold light, the powerful dragon wings flapped against the void, and the fierce air currents tore the surrounding white flocculent clouds into pieces.

It was a heart-wrenching pain to watch one-time elven companions being dragged into the sky by the damn bugs. However, several rescues in succession not only failed to rescue the elf companions, but even the three green dragon subordinates who followed behind it were also trapped in the swarm.

This undoubtedly angered this Saint-Rank Dragon even more!

Seven large breaths in a row made Laurochem feel a little weak. The dragon's breath looks powerful and devastating, but it is also especially depleting. With the strength of the Raulokam Holy Rank, 7 large breaths were already the upper limit of its ability, and the green dragons who followed behind it, the last two breaths were already very reluctant. If you continue to survive like this, I'm afraid that the next time you spit out it will no longer be dragon breath, but dragon blood!

But without the dragon's breath, the dragons still have majestic and mighty bodies.

So Laurochem turned his head and let out a short growl, and leaned down into the clouds.

A strong air flow swept through his side.

As you pass through the clouds, the horizon in front of you is clear.

Looking down from the sky, what a tragic and terrible scene!

The once lush jungle beneath him was gone, replaced by a terrifying sea of insects that could not be seen in the dark. In the crowd of thousands of heads, the only little green stars are dotted in the black ocean, like lonely and pitiful islands.

The sound of a large number of insects gathering and moving, the brilliant fireworks that explode when the magic flame bursts, the body of the deadwood guard crawling with black war insects but still fighting, the rapidly flying curved blades and long swords in the hands of the elven warriors, the sound of the bowstrings that constantly explode in the hands of the beautiful elven women, and the furious roar of the druid in the form of a berserk bear cutting through the insects......

All of this is in full view of it in an instant.

Half a mile below, in the southwest corner of an elven island, the deadwood guard finally ran out of vitality after smashing five war insects to death, and fell into a tragic depression, motionless. And the absence of this corner of it immediately made this isolated island precarious. Before the surrounding deadwood guards retreated in time to narrow the defensive line, a large number of war insects poured in from here, standing in a mass with the steel golem behind them.

At this time, the number of Iron Golems was no longer as strong as it was at the beginning of the war. The interior of the isolated island was littered with golem bodies that had been torn apart, and there were less than twenty golems still standing up and fighting.

Of course, this sparse defensive line could not stop the penetration of the swarm, so a bloody and tragic battle soon began inside the isolated island.

It looks like there is an urgent need for rescue!

However, just as Laurochem was about to make up his mind and dive there, a scene from another part of the battlefield caught his attention.

The roaring charge of the three thunderbeasts side by side smashed the four deadwood guards in front of them with an unstoppable force, which instantly exposed the elven warriors inside the isolated island to the swarming insect swarm.

Ignoring the huge wounds on their bodies, the two druid masters roared again and turned into fierce giant bears, facing the insect swarm and the terrifying thunder beast and rushing forward.

Fierce battles, bloody battles, violent slaughter......

They are killing multiple enemies every moment, and their bodies are adding wounds every moment.

The two Druid Masters could only withstand the two furious Thunderbeasts, while the remaining Thunderbeasts turned into bulldozers, trampling and killing in the isolated islands with impunity. The Thunder Beast's tough skin and thick and dense blood allowed it to withstand the extreme output of dozens of elf hands while still standing. As for those steel golems, they were not as tall as their legs when they stood up, and they couldn't reach their bodies at all, so they could only be crushed one by one by them with a sad grin.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the elf commander immediately chose to break through.

So, under the hard impact of the five deadwood guards, the remaining hundred or so elves staggered and followed the team and rushed into the swarm, heading towards the nearest elven island.

The elves are roaring, roaring, wailing......

The voice is poignant, and every sentence is heart-piercing......

However, as far as the eye can see, almost every battlefield in the midst of fierce battles is so precarious and dangerous. This made Laurochem, who swooped down, couldn't help but feel confused and panicked for a while.

Where do I rescue first?

When the Holy Rank Jade Dragon led the only four remaining green dragons to emerge from the clouds, a dense army of flying insects rose from the swarm of insects surging like a black wave, aiming directly at the dragons.

No matter which battlefield the dragons want to rescue, they need to get through them first.

However, just as Laurochem gritted his teeth and glared at the nearest elven team first, the direction of the tree of life in the distance suddenly resounded with a dragon's groan that shook the heavens and the roar of a giant worm.

It's Lord Flegel's roar! It's calling to itself!

Laurochem slammed his spirit, turned his dragon's neck, and looked at the core area of the Elven Holy City from afar. As a result, the next moment of sight made it almost jaw-dropping, and its liver and gallbladder were shattered.

That one...... The damned giant worm had approached the Tree of Life.

Under the distant gaze of the Holy Rank Dragon, a terrifying giant insect with a body long and wide and a foot of a size of a mile or two stood up, and its entire hideous body was prostrate on the majestic trunk of the Tree of Life.

There were countless black dots lingering on the side of the giant worm, and they were the last few legendary powerhouses left in the Elven Holy City. There is the legendary Emerald Dragon Flegel, 2 legendary Druid Elders, and 1 Elven Mage and 1 Elven Demon Hand.

This is probably the only top-level combat power left in the Elven Holy City that can contain the Zerg demigods. The rest either evacuated early and died on the spot.

Thousands of elven mages, druids, and elven stakes surrounded the giant worm, attacking it with furious spells and magical burst arrows. The body of the giant insect was full of blooming magical explosions, the once tough carapace had long since been shattered, and countless blood d's blood was spewing out a fishy, sticky, disgusting purple y.

However, the giant insect ignored this, and even withstood the siege of so many enemies, and climbed to the towering body of the tree of life, and viciously tore and gnawed its branches.

Invisible and real spiritual fluctuations echoed in the hearts of all the elves!

This is the wailing of the tree of life! This is the call of the Tree of Life!

All the elves' hearts inexplicably floated with a touch of enlightenment, the end of the elf race is coming!

Those elves who escaped may be able to survive on another continent, but even if they take away all the treasures and treasures of the elven kingdom, all the elite warriors they can take away, and even the newly born seed of life. But when the elves lose the blessing of the tree of life in the past, are they still elves?

They are tantamount to discarding their faith, discarding their traditions, and leaving with hatred and fear.

Perhaps in a hundred years, when the new tree of life takes root and grows, their strength will grow again. But...... But can they call themselves elves anymore?

And what elf abandoned his life mother and fled for his life?

When the Elven Empire collapsed, an elf abandoned their faith and tradition and fled to the underground, where they took root and lived. What has become of them as a result? Turned into the most naturally despised dark elf, Drow!

So will these remnant elves who fled to the Warcraft Continent still have the face to continue to maintain the title of High Elves in the future? I'm afraid that in less than a hundred years, they will also become another evil creature with an abominable face!

With infinite emotion and lamentation, Laurochem's body turned, and the vigorous dragon body drew a graceful arc in the air, and took the four green dragons to spread their wings and glide through the battlefields one by one, flying towards the even more terrifying battlefield under the tree of life.

No matter how many elves are saved in this war today, it will not help, and if you want to turn the tide of the war, you can only start from the root. It's time to fight that giant worm!

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Through the hundreds of magic water mirrors superimposed in front of him, Li Xun, who was on the throne, took in all the scenes in front of him. It can be seen that the battlefield in the distance has reached the moment of the poor dagger!

He turned his head to look at the Mind Flayer Elder Gulita who was sitting under him.

"Gulita, it's already this time, and you still won't say today's plan of action? Now everyone can see that once the War Brood is resurrected, this Zerg demigod will definitely flee with him alone. Only let it out of our sight, and the next time it comes back, it will definitely be an endless sea of worms! So, if you don't say how to stop the other side from escaping, our Necropolis will have to strike ahead of it and try to kill it before it resurrects the War Brood! ”

Although Li Xun's tone was indifferent, the forest cooling inside made the Gulita who had reached the legendary high level palpitate.

Although the Supreme Mastermind behind the Mind Flayer has reached a strategic agreement with the Graveyard Master to defeat Kulinax and capture the War Brood. However, this agreement is based on the fact that the interests of both parties are aligned. Once either party realizes that their interests have been damaged, it is a matter of minutes to turn around and act!

When two evil forces join forces, it takes no less effort to guard against allies than it takes to defeat the enemy.

This is also the main reason why the evil forces are so powerful, but it is difficult to join forces!