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"What are you doing! They have a shield against magic damage! this will expose us to our tracks!" Alphens whispered anxiously to warn Forty-Seven, but in exchange for the other's indifference.

A crystal on the craft flickered - a sign that all of the pre-stored imaging spells had been consumed. The pilot began to prepare to return, they have gone deep into the sleeping forest for a long distance, which means that the danger has increased greatly, once they encounter the elven patrol, the extremely accurate elven archer is still a small matter, the elven druid with high mana may order the tree man to throw boulders, or directly summon the lightning to attack, although the aircraft is stored with instant protection magic damage shield and force field shield, but accidents can always happen, mages will not care about the life or death of the soldiers, especially if they break such a delicate and expensive construction aircraft。

The aircraft spiraled upward, ready to find its way again and then left directly. The observer took one last look around the forest below, and had not expected to find anything as a matter of routine, but this time he was astonished to see a chilling red light in his observation glass—not a reaction of heat, but as if he were looking at the sun.

"Enemy attack!" the scout mutiny shouted, and the pilot reacted very quickly, he pulled a lever, and the iron ring on the aircraft suddenly popped open, and at the same time, a visible magic wave spread with the flying iron ring, forming a spherical energy shield to wrap the entire aircraft.

The Flame Missile struck the aircraft with a long trail, knocking it in the head, scattering flames that made it seem like a third sun had appeared in the sky.

The mana shield blocked the blow, but then faded away with a few flickers.

"Hurry up, hurry up!" the scout urged, he was sure it was no ordinary fireball technique, it was completely different in terms of range and power - if they did it again, they wouldn't be able to go!

His luck shattered along with the melted fuselage. The ensuing second blow hit the craft with precision, turning half of the mech's body into shards mixed with flames and smoke.

Forty-seven retracted his arm cannon and looked at the direction in which the aircraft fell with satisfaction: "Let's go, go over and have a look." ”

"Construct Aircraft Six has lost contact with Sector 11 of the Sleeping Forest!"

In the vast vaulted hall, several men in white gold-rimmed robes gathered around a large, mirror-smooth circular installation, and one of them shouted in surprise.

"Oh?

The person in charge of the velvet chaise longue asked nonchalantly, her attention focused on the large magic book in her hand—the magic book seemed to be constantly changing, as if it had been separated from the world and alone in some chaotic vortex of time, one moment new, the other old and worn, and the book was dotted with snow-colored spell symbols. The pattern on it is constantly changing like the sparkling moonlight on the water......

"Do you need to send a search party?" asked the white-clothed mage cautiously.

"Okay...... Send someone to take a look, but don't bring a crafted weapon. ”

"What...... What? Without a constructed weapon?"

The white-clothed mage asked in astonishment, but then closed his mouth knowingly in the fanatical gaze behind the pair of gold-rimmed glasses: "Yes!"

"It's boring. Dagulas stood up and straightened up—her graceful posture was in full view of the altered mage's robes, and she pushed her gold-rimmed glasses and said to the man who was meditating with his eyes closed on another chaise longue beside her, "When will something interesting happen?

"Isn't it fun enough to send someone to death for no reason?" the man ignored her.

"Don't say that—" Dagulas's voice seemed to be coquettish, "Weapons are limited, but soldiers are infinite, why continue to lose limited resources when you have already lost a flying machine? Moriel?"

The crashed aircraft broke countless branches and fell between two large trees with thick smoke. The grass and trees were burned, the small insects fled in terror, the strong smell of smoke and burnt paste brought a discordant smell to the forest, the breeze blew, and the ancient trees swayed, as if they were dissatisfied with this desecration of nature, but I don't know if it was because of the iron lumps that could fly in the sky, or the forty-seven who fired at random.

Seeing this scene, the Night Elves showed a look of disgust. The elves are disgusted by anyone who dares to cut down the trees of the sleeping forest, let alone set them on fire.

Alphens took a few steps back, avoiding the raging smoke, and remained silent, as if pondering something.

Qiao Sen observed her from the sidelines, and suddenly said, "Uncontrolled power will bring unimaginable costs. ”

Forty-seven walked into the smoke, as if he had just walked into a mist.

It took him a while to come out, and he didn't seem to find anything of interest - or found something that he didn't intend to share with anyone else.

The elves used the plant growth technique to extinguish the fireworks, and covered up the wreckage of the flying machine, and continued on their way, but there was a little more complicated and inexplicable in their eyes when they looked at Forty-Seven.

The white owl walked freely through the woods, cooing and flying back to Alpheus's shoulder, making her face happy: "It's almost there! The people are waiting for us at the ferry!"

The Flow of Unicorns - Legend has it that this great river deep in the Sleepy Forest was once the habitat of unicorns in ancient times, and even now, sacred unicorns can occasionally be seen drinking here, and beautiful rivers meandering through the forest, along with lush ancient trees and secluded glades, together with rivers such as the Stream of Goblins and Swans, form the veins that feed the Sleepy Forest.

Humans who came here for the first time were almost intently admiring the beautiful scenery - the hazy light projected into the lush forest, refracted by the mist, dyed with a refreshing pale blue, coupled with the sparkling water and the increasingly fresh and refined elves set off by the environment, made all the qiē wander as if it were a dream, and the wonderful unreal, even Alphes's voice seemed to be far away in the clouds, and he couldn't hear it clearly.

Milia led the ice and snow to the elves' pointed wooden boats, she gently picked up a handful of water and drank it, the luscious and cool feeling soaked the whole body at once, the fatigue of the whole body seemed to be swept away, and the mood that had been sullen for many days was also lifted, and even a trace of disgust for Argus was born: how could such a beautiful place, and the creatures that lived in such a beautiful place, be evil?

If Forty-Seven could hear her heart, he would definitely disdain to tell her that the abyss is also beautiful- The red sky, the earth covered with ashes, the unfathomable abyss, and countless purgatory creatures fighting to the death, this qiē all shows a magnificent and magnificent beauty, which is not inferior to the supple and fresh of the small jasper style in front of you, beauty is beauty, the beautiful woman with empty beauty is beautiful, the murderous water monster that overturns the river and the sea is also beautiful, and even the flies and bugs, looking at it under the microscope, will also make people feel a kind of distorted and weird beauty, will there be any difference between good and evil?

Forty-seven sat on a pointed wooden boat, on which there were only him and the two elves who operated the boat, and even then the waterline was still pressed very deep, almost to the point of sinking.

The waves of the broken wooden boat stirred the surface of the river, and the elves sat in the wooden boats and went upstream, but without any effort, as if they had become one with the river—it only took them half a day to reach the elves' camp.

Waiting for them at the crossing were dozens of heavily armed elves, most of them with the same fuchsia skin as Alphens, some tan, and a few of them a cold gray-black - and in Forty-Seven's opinion, those gray-black Night Elves were the most pleasing to the eye.

An elven druid stepped out of the group, hugged Alphens, who was the first to disembark, and then conversed in Elven language for a while - he wore a deer antler hat, but if you looked closely, you could see that it was carefully carved from dead wood, not real antlers, and you could see fine crow's feet in the corners of his eyes, and his brown skin was a little loose, and the whiteness of his sideburns was quite obvious. This kind of old age is extremely rare among elves, and generally speaking, it means that he has truly entered the twilight of his life, but as far as Forty-Seven is concerned, this old fellow with a cloak like bark is quite tough, and even more radiant than the elven warriors around him.

If you don't die old, you will become a spirit