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A thick severed limb swirled in mid-air and fell into the dust, splashing muddy water, and it was the Iron Spider trying to cut him off like a druid.

"Morriel. Forty-seven was still muttering the other party's name, but his fiery red gaze began to turn cold, and the giant sword was also resting on the slender neck of the female mage: "You attack me." Why?"

Morrill closed his eyes, and it seemed that he didn't mean to respond to Forty-Seven at all, and it was the large spider at his feet, the back half of which began to deform, and a large number of iron chains popped out of the crack, locking Forty-Seven like a spider's web, and it seemed that the spider itself was a steel creature constructed.

A thick tail sting stretched out from the spider's tail - the spear-like needle tail dripping with corrosive acid, as if aiming at it, stabbed at the bound forty-seven like lightning.

"Moriel!" shouted angrily, and the entire steel spider was brought up and overturned.

The chain of pure gold broke like a rope rubbed by paper, and Forty-Seven grabbed the tail sting that pierced in front of him, flew up and pulled hard, as if he wanted to take the big spider into the air, and the spider's seven legs grabbed into the ground and struggled desperately, and Forty-Seven, who was unable to perform for a while, flew down and smashed it with a flail, tore it with his hands, kicked it with his feet, and almost bit it with his teeth, and completely dismantled this thing in just a few moments.

When he calmed down from his anger and went to find Moriel, he found that he was already standing at a distance and looking at him with clear eyes, and in front of her was a giant werewolf lying on his stomach, his gray body lifeless, and Moriel's sword was stuck in his head, turning him into a stone sculpture. Why didn't she take the opportunity to attack with magic?

Fado looked at the petrified Sahn with a pained expression. She was forced to withdraw from the battle after being broken by Forty-Seven's irresponsible collision and witnessed the whole process of Sarn's battle with the female mage - Sarn's movements were as fast as lightning, and she launched a stormy attack on the female mage, but the female mage was always able to dodge Sarn's claws just right, not because she was faster than Sarn, but as if she knew what Sarn was going to do next, she always avoided Sarn's movements in advance, and Sarn's attack slowed down slightly, and her long sword stabbed him- Then she was on her sword and looked at Forty-Seven, who was struggling with the Constructed Spider.

The wall of flames in front of him had been extinguished, and the yellow-green clouds had gradually dissipated. The rescued druids and the warriors gathered together and slowly retreated into the forest, and Joelis struggled to his feet with the help of his companions, looking into the distance of the battlefield......

"How did we just withdraw like this?" Joelis fell into a brief coma just now, and when she woke up, she was already in the forest, she stood on a branch, one hand was seriously injured, and the blood flowed down her arm, and soon accumulated on the ground, and her white eyes locked through the gaps in the smoke and drops of rain on the figures who were fighting in the distance: "The warriors of the Zal Idan's tribe have been reduced to the point of abandoning their comrades to survive?"

"I'm sorry, Captain......," said a bleeding elven warrior beside her, ashamedly, "but we really can't fight...... If we don't withdraw to the village for repairs, more wounded will die......"

Joyce did not speak, but jumped upwards to a taller and thicker branch, stood upside down with one hand, crossed his left leg, drew an arrow from his right thumb and toe, and bent his body into a bow, his head raised to look ahead, the whole posture was steady and graceful, but the speed was not much different from that of a bow and an arrow with his hand.

It's a long way - Joelis takes a careful aim, then shoots the arrow out in a parabola.

"Moriel!" Forty-seven giant swords also flashed out, approaching the female mage step by step: "You are now assisting Argus?"

Morrill opened his mouth, but did not speak, and a sharp sound of breaking through the air was heard, and Joelis's arrow had been projected above the head of the female mage—

The female mage flashed to the side again, presciently.

She turned her head to look at the arrows that had sunk into the ground, and when she turned to look at Forty-Seven again, the light of the portal was already shining around her.

"You stinky elves!" Forty-Seven turned around and cursed.

"Do you know that Commander Argus?" Fado asked in a mixture of anger, but Forty-Seven did not answer, but instead glanced around the battlefield - the scorched earth with rising gunsmoke replaced the green space before, and the corpses of mages or elves surrounded the wreckage of steel chariots, and the shouts and fighting could no longer be heard around them. The sound of arrows piercing through the air and the explosion of magical rays hitting targets, only the rustling of rain resounded over the silent battlefield, giving people an unreal feeling, as if the bloody battle that had just taken place was nothing more than a dream.

But it wasn't a dream, he never thought it was a dream when it happened in front of Forty-Seven, because Forty-Seven never dreamed, it was something that human creatures made to comfort themselves when they faced something they would never get, but now, as if returning to the last night in Rain City, Forty-Seven felt the taste of "loss" again, and after watching the light of the portal completely disappear into the void, anger immediately filled Forty-Seven's steel chest - maybe there were other helplessness, incomprehension, grievances, Painful feelings, but by forty-seven here, all that was left was a great anger that had nowhere to vent.

The elves had been evacuated one by one, leaving only Joelis and a few elves who could barely stand waiting for them.

"Where is the Argus garrison that attacked you?"

Forty-Seven broke a few branches and landed in front of Joelis, his eyes beating quite violently, and it seemed that this was a kind of expression when he was excited.

"Southeast. Joelis spoke succinctly, and did not express too much enthusiasm or gratitude to Forty-Seven, who had almost single-handedly helped them change the tide of battle, as if he were the strange fellow who followed the caravan.

Forty-seven turned and left.

"Wait a minute!" Fado limped over with the help of his companions, and the druid who was supporting her was naked, with severe burns on his head and body, and it was really hard for him to remain silent.

"I don't know what kind of grudge you have with that female mage......" Fado stopped Forty-Seven: "But the Night Elves appreciate your help, so I have some suggestions...... No matter how powerful you are, it is impossible to break into the headquarters of Argus alone, there are at least hundreds of mages stationed there, and each of them can make you walk around without eating a multicolored ball...... Even if those control spells and instant death spells can't affect you, you can't resist the bombardment of all plastic energy spells, right?"

Forty-seven stared at the one-legged female druid in front of her, angry, but had to admit that what she said made sense - the strategy of elite individual raids can only work on a chaotic battlefield, and no matter how brave and invincible the general is to kill the enemy in the face of the rain of arrows, he can only send him to death.

His gaze swept over the elves' faces, and his anger gradually calmed down.

Although the Night Elves were at a disadvantage in front of Argus's Iron Masters, judging from the battle situation just now, they were really powerless to fight back. If the elves really have any plans......

The bits and pieces of the past seem to be threaded into a line, as distinct as the wake of a fighter jet crossing the sky.

The Night Elves are tinkering with something, and it must have something to do with me, they either didn't pay attention to it before or didn't bother to pay attention to it, in fact, they just want to use me as cannon fodder, just like the demons in the blood war use themselves, in short, this group of pointy-eared guys are interested in me......

Forty-Seven looked at Fado and the other elves again, and although he didn't know why Morriel didn't recognize me, or recognized me but didn't say anything, he finally found her, but the situation did become more and more difficult to calculate...... The use of this kind of thing is always mutual.

He turned and walked past Joelis and squeezed her into a stagger, "Take me to Uther." ”。