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"Oh!" the old paladin suddenly struck his right fist to his left palm: "There is a shortcut, and it is not easy to get lost...... But over there, Argus's army is moving around so often that it seems to be about to attack in a big way - you have to be careful to avoid them!"

This sentence stopped forty-seven, but it almost drove him mad - Argus?

"I'm going to be careful, but not to avoid them, I don't have to like or dislike the fight, and I don't need to judge whether it's necessary, I have a reason why I have to act, and that's the point. Forty-seven thought as he spoke, this is a white lie—maybe not, but it's none of your business, old man.

"Well, okay...... You go that way from here until you see two great trees...... No, these two trees are different, they're special, and then you walk along the edge of a brown wood, and if you go in the right direction, the bark of those trees gets rougher and rougher...... Don't look at the moon and stars, they are completely unreliable......

Even if forty-seven doesn't forget every word, it's a little dizzy.

"What's your name?" finally put an end to the lengthy directions, and Forty-Seven suddenly turned around and asked.

"Anton, St. • Antonio• Colchas• Monchidiag• Garhan, you can call me Anton!

"Forty-seven, but you can call me Galileo Space•Aristotle's Eighteenth Legion•AK-R-5 Mechanical Assault•Number Forty-Seven. Forty-seven turned and left.

Anton seemed to have no reason to stay Forty-Seven, and when Forty-Seven was about to be covered by the dense forest, he shouted his blessings: "May you achieve your goal as soon as possible!"

Of course. Forty-seven didn't look back, as if he hadn't heard the words at all.

Anton watched Forty-Seven disappear from his vision, and then he followed Forty-Seven's path towards the elven village.

Not to mention, the road pointed out by Anton has brought great convenience to Forty-Seven. Although some places seem to be going around ***, or even going back, but after leaving, you will find that this is actually the only correct way - otherwise, I am afraid that you will really have to go around *** in the bushes all the time.

As it was near dawn, Forty-Seven heard a voice ahead—far away, but Forty-Seven still heard it.

It was the sound of battle.

As Forty-Seven quickened his pace, and even began to leap through the forest, the sound of fighting became clearer and clearer.

The sound of blades striking and arrows breaking through the air can already be heard distinctly. From the infrared field of view, the front is simply reddish - perhaps this is the color of the battlefield.

Forty-seven began to climb the trees, although Forty-Seven's weight was amazing, but this did not affect his agility and jumping ability in the slightest, not to mention that Forty-Seven had already spread his black steel wings, like a huge bat, Forty-Seven quickly used branches and vines to climb up, fortunately, the plants of the Sleeping Forest were also quite tough, so that he could get to the top of the tree in a few ups and downs, and immediately, the whole battlefield appeared in front of him.

It was a glade - a terrain that was quite rare in the Forgotten Forest.

Forty-seven's first sight was four tall black steel figures— They are nearly twenty feet tall, bulky like an iron bucket, thick and sturdy black iron armor does not care about resisting the elves' arrows and attack spells, the gem lamps inlaid on their heads and shoulders rotate back and forth, radiating a dazzling light, sweeping the battlefield like a searchlight, so that the night elves' natural stealth ability can not be played, it seems that the maker knows very well that although the night elves can be invisible at will in the dark, but when they encounter light, they will lose this ability, and the colossus has two huge iron balls connected to iron chains on each arm, full of spikes, whether it is rotating or shooting, it is extremely lethal――

The heavily armored Argus warriors fought the elves under the cover of these four colossas, and although they were on the defensive, they did not fall behind in the slightest. They wore bright silver armor, held dual swords, and danced a curtain of light to entangle with the attacking elves, although it was still much slower than the elves' extremely fast movements, but their outstanding defense made up for it, the elves' scimitars on their armor did not seem to have any effect at all, and the cold arrows flying from the dense forest were also difficult to make the enemy lose their combat effectiveness unless they accurately hit the eyes that could not be covered by the full helmet, fortunately, this was not too difficult for the elves, and because of this, the elves' attacks were not in vain, and the armor worn by the warriors was all metalBut like a soft cloth, it does not hinder the wearer's movement at all, and the most surprising thing is that their double swords are not only extremely sharp, but also flexible and can even do some kind of twisting and turning - Forty-Seven saw with his own eyes an elf that had leapt into the air to avoid the chain hammer thrown by the giant black armor was pierced and torn apart by several sharply extended swords.

These Argus soldiers guarded an angular but mostly circular building, and it would be inaccurate to say that it was a building, because from the point of view of Forty-Seven it was only a wall, but no one built them, they were actually growing on their own- The iron shells were folded and stretched, automatically extending upwards and gradually rising, and there were some people in white robes inside the iron walls, but they were not building, but simply taking out square pieces of iron from somewhere, and then those pieces of iron automatically unfolded and combined into the building as if they were alive...... The building rose rapidly, soon taller than the trees.

The commander of the Night Elves, a female druid, Fador stood in the woods watching the battle anxiously. The other druids had poured out all their attack spells, but with little effect.

"This can't go on like this!The warriors suffered heavy casualties!" A sturdy elf druid came to her and raged, "These bastards who blasphemous nature! It seems that we can only call on the power of the beast soul to transform into hand-to-hand combat!"

"I'm afraid it's useless......," Fado said through gritted teeth, "those Colossus armor is too strong! Gather the druids...... Let's focus on summoning the Treants!"

"Treants?" the druid frowned, "There are no Treants nearby!

Suddenly, his face changed: "Do you want to forcibly extract the spirit of the ancient tree and gather it to create a tree-like man with a short life? No! This is Yan zhòng's act against nature! This evil spell has been abandoned thousands of years ago! The tree people will not tolerate this kind of behavior!"

"But there is no other way!" shouted Fado, "Look! The enemy has vilely used their evil power to bleed our warriors! We cannot resist the constructed weapons of Argus on our own! Don't think about it, get ready to do it! Even if the god sees this, he will forgive us!"

Fado silently added in his heart - if you don't forgive, you are not a god.

It seems that the bastards of Argus want to establish a permanent stronghold here, and this nail strategy is really good. Forty-seven squatted on the tree and admired, and had no intention of interfering for the time being.

Although he felt a sense of anger when he saw these constructed weapons, especially when he watched the Argus use them. It's like seeing a thief invest the money he took from him, and he's proud of it.

But those elves shouldn't be that simple.

The elves continued to attack, but their tactics began to lean toward harassment.

Forty-seven was pondering what hole cards the elf still hadn't shown, when he suddenly leaned over, and the branches under his feet made a "gaba" sound. His hand on the trunk of the tree was hard enough to grapple deeply, but not even his posture changed, even though the branches under his feet had broken.

The branches were not broken by the movement or afterburner of the forty-seven.

Forty-seven noticed that the leaves around him were rapidly yellowing—an unnatural yellowing, and they were withering and cracking along with the branches and trunks, as if these centuries-old trees had suddenly come to the end of their lives.

The yellowing began to spread, affecting many trees.

Argus's soldiers seemed to sense something, too. The white-robed mage inside the high wall climbed onto the top of the wall, flashing with the light of magical defense, waving his hands and chanting spells, and for a while more than a dozen killing spells took shape in their hands, while the black iron colossus that had been guarding the building also began to move, walking towards the depths of the woods, as if to attack something......

But it was still a little late.

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