Elven Continent, Elven Kingdom Holy City, Silver Moon City. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The once peaceful and peaceful beautiful elven holy city has now become bustling and lively.

At the foot of Tokrak, a huge ancient life tree with a height of 400 meters and a trunk of 100 meters at the bottom, rows of steel golems were walking out of the three huge portals lined up. In front of the portal, the high-level mages of the Mage Guild floated in the air, using the rune rods in their hands to control them to drive towards the edge of the city.

There, a super-grand defensive position was rising from the ground, turning Silvermoon City into an impregnable elven holy city.

As the masters of this place, the elven mages are also very busy.

The Warcraft crystal nuclei and magic crystals of the water shelf were sent to the portal, becoming a source of energy to maintain continuous teleportation. A large number of tree spirits were guided to the selected location to take deep roots, and formed a natural wall that stretched side by side. And in the narrow crevices between the trees, the seeds of the selected clemata vines were also planted, and the light and dexterous elf girl was working hard to water them.

When the preparation of an area is complete, the elven mage will fly to the area and stand in the glade and chant a crisp and melodious magic spell. As the green ring of the natural spell "Plant Growth" ripples, huge vines with the thickness of bowls emerge from the soil, and continue to grow upwards like a giant python that winds around the thick ancient tree.

Soon, the gaps between the trees were filled tightly, and there was no longer a single gap to be seen.

Wire vine is a mutant variety specially selected by elven mages, and it usually grows slowly, and it only grows a little longer in a year. But the internal wood fibers are as hard as iron, twisted together, and ordinary swords are simply difficult to cut. Most of the rattan bridges above the 100-meter-high elf ancient trees are made of iron wire, so they are so stable.

At the front of the Treant Wall, the elves planted a lot of thorny bushes. These specially cultivated thorns, with their terrifying thorns and paralyzing sap, are perfect for slowing down large areas of enemy attacks.

Although the dryads have taken deep roots and can no longer move easily, they still have great strength. So the elves brought in a large number of Exploding Fruits and placed them in their leafy canopies. This explosive fruit is also a certain xenomorph, large as a washbasin, with a hard outer shell that explodes upon severe impact.

However, this explosion is neither a magical effect nor an alchemical potion, but is caused by some mysterious gas within the exploding fruit. After the explosion, the berries will be torn apart, and the seeds inside will shoot like bullets in all directions. At a range of five to ten meters, the power of the hard seed is not inferior to that of a human crossbow arrow.

It's a pity that the elves' minds are still too good, and if they were replaced by the gang of people in the cemetery, I'm afraid that the inside of the berries would have been replaced with corrosive acid.

On top of the natural wall built by tree spirits, every dozen steps there will be a platform made of thick branches twisted together, on which is placed an elven ballista of exquisite shape and great power. These elven ballistae can shoot magic arrows in addition to ordinary crossbow arrows.

Infusion arrows are not the same as enchanted arrows. Enchanted arrows only use runes and alchemy technology to amplify crossbow arrows, and bless ordinary crossbow arrows with auxiliary effects such as sharpness, armor piercing, and speed, and the real lethality lies in the crossbow arrows themselves. However, the magic arrow is an ancient skill left over from the Elven Empire, which can infuse the specially modified crossbow arrow with magical power, so that it bursts into a complete natural spell at the moment of hitting the enemy.

Imagine a bolt suddenly shooting into the densest area of the enemy, piercing them in a string and bursting into a large area of lightning summoning or flame shock. The lethality of each bolt will be increased by 5 or 10 times at once, especially against dense enemies.

However, with the current level of magic creation in the Elven Kingdom, the Magic Arrow can only infuse a maximum of 3 levels of natural spells. Otherwise, if the natural spells inside each infusion arrow were replaced with a Tier 4 Flame Strike and a Tier 5 Summoning Thunderstorm, the lethality would be comparable to the full force of a high-level elven mage.

Since the natural walls were made up of Dryant troops, there were no gates like the human walls on the entire frontline. If you really need to attack, you only need to get two or three dryads to pull out the deep roots again, back to the side, and a wide passage will naturally appear.

For this life-and-death battle that affected the entire elven kingdom, all the forest races living in the elven continent could not stay out of it, and they all sent their strongest lineup to join the elves' defensive front. Of course, it also includes the orcs who fought against the elves and fought for nearly 10,000 years.

However, considering that most of the low-level elves could not accept fighting side by side with the rude and savage orcs, the elven kingdom did not incorporate the orc alliance into its defense system, but assigned them to the flanks of Silvermoon City.

Therefore, in the past few days, all kinds of miserly forest races can be seen everywhere in the Elven Holy City. For example, the jungle guardians and dryads that are most closely related to the druid group, such as the unicorn troops that are closely related to the elves, such as the jungle trolls who are self-contained, such as the cyclops who have always been alone, such as the dragon eagle, thunder peng, bipedal wyvern, winged flying snake, dream butterfly and other forest aliens, such as the king of the roaring forest race, the emerald dragon......

But just as these reinforcements arrived one by one, and then continued to pour into the defensive positions under the arrangement of the elven mages and druids, most of the powerhouses above the master level in the holy city gathered on the top floor of the Toclark Tree of Life, where they waited for the end of the most magnificent natural prayer ceremony in the elven kingdom.

At this moment, the upper layer of the Elven Sacred Tree Toclark has gathered nearly 50,000 beautiful elves. These spirits were only after bathing and meditating before participating in the natural prayer ritual that lasted for three days and three nights. All the elves held hands and gathered around the natural shrine on the top floor of the sacred tree, densely packed with all the branches, vine bridges, and small terraces.

They are unfatted but beautiful, dressed in emerald green garments woven with plant fibers, and wearing rose branches. They sang in unison a gentle and melodious aria of nature, praising the greatness and tolerance of nature's will. They are so enchanted that they are so oblivious that they have forgotten their own existence and merge into some ethereal and mysterious will.

As their own natural power resonated with the entire forest, the rich power of nature diffused from the jungle within a radius of thousands of miles, silently converging around the sacred tree, turning the natural temple into an illusory and mysterious natural dream.

Many elven masters and druid elders gathered in the temple of nature, following the magical arias of the elven queen and chanting the ancient names of nature's will in a low voice.

In such a strong atmosphere of the power of nature, any word of praise they sang in their mouths was no less than the Holy Word, and they already had the power of an oath that could be said and followed. And their long-term and devout prayers and praises have gathered into a natural power that is enough to break through the shackles of the laws of the plane and communicate with the mysterious will of some ancient nature.

The elven queen Gratrel, surrounded by everyone, stood in a huge pillar of green light, bathed in a sea of nature's divine power, and tried to meditate on the question she wanted to know the answer to.

As a high-class elf with pure blood, the elven queen Gratrel's appearance is one of the best even among the elves known for their beauty. The perfect body with a delicate fit, the solemn and elegant holy posture, and the mysterious temperament that is tactful, poignant, and extremely tenacious, make her more and more sacred and pure when she wears a silver moon sacrificial robe.

The prayer service continues.

Such a long prayer is also a great burden for the delicate and slender elves, so from time to time there will be weak elves fainting at the ceremony site. Whenever this happens, hordes of goblins fly over and carry her out, and new elves take her place.

Only in this way can the whole prayer service be kept smooth and intense.

When night falls and the stars loom, two huge lunar disks hang high in the sky, one large and one small, one far and one near. The large one could occupy almost half of the heavenly dome, and the bright moonlight shone on the sacred elven forest, closing all the elves with a silver coat; The small one was only the size of an egg, half-hidden in the moonlight of the former, hazy and ethereal, as if it were just a reflection of the former.

When the bright moonlight of the two lunar disks poured down like mercury, the prayer ceremony finally reached the "high court" part. The elven queen who presided over the ceremony was a silver moon elf with pure blood, and when she was bathed in the moonlight, the power of nature in her body was at its purest and most powerful.

At this time, the natural power in her body already had a faint taste of natural divine power.

Guided by this little divine power of nature, wrapped in the pious thoughts of thousands of elves, the long river of fate once again opened her heart slightly. Guided by the ethereal consciousness, the surging river of fate rushed quickly and unstoppably through the lake of her consciousness. If you don't have enough strength, if you don't have special means, even if your mind and fate are in harmony, don't want to spy on it at all.

The Elven Queen was just a "newcomer" who had just succeeded 1,300 years ago, and had never presided over such a grand prayer ceremony in her life. Therefore, she could only follow the description in the elven classics, stabilize her mind, and silently recite the question she wanted to ask.

Under the guidance of a dark consciousness, countless fragmented scenes of fate quickly flickered in front of her eyes, and then they were undetectable under the torrent of fate. With thousands of images flashing by at a moment's notice, Gratrielle struggled to imprint the most crucial information in her mind.

In less than half an hour, Gratriel had engraved hundreds of the most impressive pictures of her fate. However, compared to it, she has left out more and more pictures......

Finally, with a coquettish groan, the elven queen who presided over the prayer ceremony exhausted the last of her strength and lay limply on the floor of the ceremony hall.

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