Although the will of the Devil's Gate will be greatly weakened, the area covered by the Devil's Gate is very limited. The most powerful invaders once tried to enter the area of the Will of the Forest, but the wolves left under the blows and oppression of the Will of the Forest.

This incident had given the elves of the tribe a great boost of confidence. However, it was the leader of the invaders who worried the Great Elder. This is a very scary, very calm and patient fellow, who is not in the slightest hurry to move, but just keeps increasing the rate of deforestation. This is a means of radically weakening the will of the forest.

Although the intruders have made very little progress so far, the trees they have cut down are completely negligible compared to the sea of trees that stretches over tens of millions of square kilometers. However, if the elves attacked, they would inevitably suffer a crushing defeat, which was completely different from the situation in the past years when they attacked and defended each other against the invaders.

The other side seems to have lost patience, and it is extremely brutal and forceful, as if it intends to cut down the entire forest and bulldoze it like this, this naked/naked/naked ferocity is even more terrifying than the previous invaders' silent behavior of completely withering the ancient tree of war.

And Jubu was too young to run to participate in the battle without permission, and his loss was more fatal than the huge loss of the tribe's combat power in a short period of time. Fortunately, one of the most important men of that terrible opponent was captured, and it was the result of the war that the ancient tree of war, Ourano, paid for a dozen children.

The Great Elder comforted himself in this way, but the uneasiness in his heart did not diminish in the slightest.

The Tree of Life is also starting to fear......

The Great Elder suddenly thought of a question: those intruders who came out of the Devil's Gate really had no way to deal with the Will of the Forest? Although they had relied on the Will of the Forest to fight against the Intruders for the past few decades, he always had a sense of foreboding this time.

With a chill in his heart, he immediately decided to urge the Tree of Life to leave this land full of life tomorrow, and the entire tribe moved to the depths of the forest! As for the opposition of the druids, he had decided to ignore them all.

The night faded and the sky glowed green, and it was a new day.

In the middle of the forest, Richard stood on the canopy of an ancient tree, looking at the unusually eye-catching giant tree hundreds of meters high in the distance, and smiled.

Thirty kilometers from the Elven Horde, Richard's party took its last rest. Richard patted the sacred unicorn on the head and asked, "Are you okay?"

The sacred unicorn was already a little tired, and after listening to Richard's words, he hissed very dissatisfiedly, and his hooves dug hard, and became energetic again. In the past two days, it has been fighting against the will of the forest, and it has made great contributions. Without it, it would not have been possible for all of us to get here.

The group of people are all strong men who have been fighting for a long time, and they know that the big war is coming, so they eat and rest, stabilize their mood, and strive to adjust their state to the best. Nereus also put away his smile, his handsome and incomparable little face with a hint of murder, and silently wiped the legendary giant axe in his hand.

The only one who didn't rest was Richard, who checked the preparations of the warriors one by one, especially Daimei, almost meticulously. As Richard walked to the next warrior, Daimei looked at his busy figure in a daze, and couldn't help but think, is this the leader?

"That's what a leader should look like. Agamemnon's voice suddenly sounded next to Daimei.

She was startled to find that Agamemnon seemed to know what she was thinking, and the feeling made her a little alarmed.

"When the battle starts, don't leave me within ten meters. Agamemnon admonished again. This time Daimei bit her lip, and although she was reluctant, she nodded slightly.

She finally understood that war is not a game, and she should not burden others because of her own willfulness.

The time for the battle was approaching, but Richard's heart began to feel a little nervous. This battle was different from the past, the level of combat power of the participants was greatly improved, but on the other hand, he lost the soul connection that his command ability relied on to a large extent. His followers can become a whole, but what about the others? In this kind of small-scale and high-intensity battle, command is already secondary, and the key is the ability of the strong men on both sides to adapt to changes and the tacit understanding of cooperation.

For the first time in recent times, Richard felt a sense of losing his grasp. This made him very uncomfortable, and he found that he now hated this kind of small-scale battle of the strong. The war that really belongs to him is to use low-level warriors to kill the opponent's strong men alive.

But no matter how uncomfortable it is, the war in front of us must still be fought. All Richard could do was to be meticulous and meticulous in his preparations.

It's time for a break.

Richard mentioned the Destiny Twins, hung the elven knife that was difficult to carry on the back of the sacred unicorn, and then faced everyone and said calmly, "Go to war!"

This time, Sher, Splash, and Crimson, who are good at stealth actions, set off first. The others dispersed and advanced towards the intended area.

The forest ushered in another peaceful morning.

In the council hall within the canopy of the Tree of Life, several elven elders were arguing fiercely. On one side there were seven druids, while on the other side there were only elven elders and one druid. The main point of the argument between the two sides is whether to move the Tree of Life to hide from the invaders.

The seven druids were all strongly opposed, but on the one hand, the Great Elder had the support of the War Ancient Tree Ourano, and was not as weak as he seemed. The Ancient Tree of War, Ourano, has a place within the Horde only under the Tree of Life, and above any Elven Elder. On the other hand, the Great Elder is the only elf who can communicate with the Tree of Life, and if he wants to forcibly evoke the Tree of Life, no elf can stop him unless he kills the Great Elder. But as soon as the Great Elder died, Jubu Spiritwind was still in Richard's hands, and no one in the entire tribe could communicate with the Tree of Life. After a long time, the Tree of Life will stop releasing the breath of life outward, and it will no longer secrete the Fountain of Sustainability.

This means that the tribe will go into decline.

However, the Tree of Life migration also has a very strict consequence, and each migration consumes a lot of energy. For at least ten years, the fountain of perpetuity will no longer be secreted, and the release of the breath of life will be halved. The elves and the tree of life have a symbiotic relationship, the elven tribe is the guardian of the tree of life, and the breath of life released by the tree of life is absorbed by the elves, which can accelerate the improvement of the elves' power. And the Fountain of Eternity is even more important to the elves, as it is the key to increasing the elves' pitifully low fertility rate.

Every year to a few years, the tree of life secretes a small fountain of perpetuality. The spirit that drinks the Fountain of Eternity will surely conceive within the following year.

The more powerful the Tree of Life, the more fountain of perpetuity it secretes. Due to the nature of the Tree of Life, it will continue to attract some natural predators, and it is necessary to rely on the elven tribe to defend against them. If the guardian elves are not strong enough, the tree of life will not dare to grow. The more powerful the Tree of Life, the more powerful it will attract predators. In this way, the two sides formed a wonderful relationship of interdependence and mutual help.

While the elders were arguing fiercely, a wisp of blood gradually rose in the forest.

Sher swept down from the canopy of an ancient tree, the edges of both of his swords stained with blood. The corpse of an elven warrior hung upside down from a tree branch, blood pouring from his back.

Thousands of meters away, the splash put away the Eternal Sleep Guide, and the figure became looming again, walking towards the predetermined battlefield without hurrying. Behind her, the corpses of a small group of elven hunters. They had just returned from the hunt, and the prey was still warm on their shoulders.

Farther away, crimson hung from the canopy, her feet firmly pierced into the trunk, holding her body in place. Her right hand grabbed the throat of one of the elven guards, preventing him from making any sound. The short knife in his left hand pierced him deep into the heart. Crimson looked earnestly at the face of the elf who was close at hand, and her expression seemed innocent and dazed.

The essence of life continued to pass into her body through annihilation, making Crimson feel a burst of warmth. But the elf man in front of him quickly dried up and gradually turned into a dry corpse.

Harvesting the essence of life is tantamount to a feast for Crimson.

The Tree of Life is so huge that it is difficult to live around tall tree species, so hundreds of meters around the Tree of Life is a turquoise lawn. The elves love to wander around the area. The Green Forest Elves are also a race that likes to enjoy life, and at the moment they are scattered on the lawn in twos and threes, enjoying the joy of life in their own way.

At this moment, without warning, a large dark cloud quietly condensed, covering more than half of the resting elves. Then lightning poured down from the thunderclouds, turning the vast area into a world of thunder and lightning.

Level 8 Magic Thundercloud Storm, the coverage and lethality have increased significantly in the Green Forest Plane, and although the countless lightning that fell did not have a locking effect, it was a one-hit kill for any elf below level 10. Elves below level fifteen are bound to be seriously injured.

Just one thundercloud storm, the elves were in a panic, and there were many casualties.

Intruders armed to the teeth and in different shapes appeared in the vision of the Green Forest Elve. The elves were in a panic, and a small group of elven warriors fearlessly rushed towards the intruder, only to be hit by a group of fears head-on, and most of them fell into extreme fear, and the two warriors who resisted the fear technique became alone.

The giant sword in Agamemnon's hand swept and slashed the two elven warriors into eight pieces with their weapons, and did not forget to turn around and praise: "The timing is perfect." ”

The frightened elven warriors had little to resist, and the wolf-like royal guards swooped out and cut them down one by one.

Richard strode forward, not even looking at the green forest elves on either side, and walked directly through the thundercloud storm in the Pamirs towards the Tree of Life. The followers all followed Richard, straight through the storm of thunderclouds, and Pamir's eyes were straight.