The Wind Elves have a small population and are mysterious.

In fact, they didn't have an entire group of people who had taken refuge in Beamon, as Morningstar had suggested.

Having freedom is called taking refuge, and not having freedom is called being forced.

And the wind elves were forced to become the gold medal shooters of the orcs.

As everyone knows, the elves have two major characteristics, one is beautiful, and the other is born with a strong elemental affinity.

Elemental affinity means that you can practice the elemental secret art faster, and those who are not strong in elemental affinity can become an elemental, but if you want to become a high-level elemental, you must have a strong elemental affinity.

This is the same as talent, talented people, plus hard work, will definitely become the pinnacle, but people without talent, relying on hard work alone, the achievement is definitely not as good as the former.

And glamorous is also a unique symbol of the elves, but the gorgeous appearance will also represent disaster in many cases.

Whether it is the Terran or Beamon, there is a slave market, especially the noble slave catchers, who all aim for beautiful elves.

Not all sapient species and non-siblings can give birth to offspring, and elves are panacea, and Terrans, Beamon, and even dwarves can give birth to offspring with elves.

And the wind elves are a hybrid of the Beamon orcs and elves.

Because the wind elves are sharp archers, the Beamon Beast Emperor has always advocated the slave hunting group of the Beamon nobles to capture the elves, and once the elves are pregnant, they will be sent to the army until the wind elf baby is born.

After birth, young children are raised in the army, and when they can stand up and walk, they are exposed to bows and arrows, and they are trained to be archers from an early age.

And the reason why the wind elves are not recognized by other elves is also here, you must know that the elves value bloodline the most, how can they recognize a group of half-breeds as their compatriots, especially the half-breeds born with the vulgar orcs.

The elves are the most arrogant, in their eyes, Beamon is a beast, the human race is a clever beast, a giant is a big beast, a dwarf is not a beast, a dwarf is a handicapped.

The most regrettable thing is that the wind elves cannot produce offspring, and all wind elves are all female.

Because they have the blood of orcs, they inherited the power of orcs, plus the extraordinary eyesight of elves, and they became marksmen.

According to rumors, the first wind elf is a mixture of the Beamon orcs and the elves, in the darkest age, the wind elves can give birth to offspring, the offspring are male and female, can produce offspring with the same race, and can also produce offspring with different races, but until hundreds of years ago, the wind elf clan no longer had a baby boy born, and the wind elves could not give birth to offspring with other races, according to other elves, this is the divine punishment of the moon elf goddess, which belongs to the gods compulsory family planning.

There are "policies" and "countermeasures", and the wind elves cannot give birth to offspring, but the king of Beamon hundreds of years ago thought of a bad trick, that is, to capture the elves and force the orcs to produce offspring to become wind elves, so as to become the marksman in the Beamon guard.

The wind elves with a miserable background, they don't believe in beast gods, and they don't have faith, from childhood to adulthood, what they do every day is archery, archery, and archery.

Until they were sent to the battlefield to use the skills they had mastered since childhood to kill for Beamon.

However, because the elves are all hidden races, and they are all elemental users, not soft persimmons that anyone can handle, even if the major slave hunting groups are looking for the ends of the world, they can't catch a few elves all year round, so the number of wind elves has always been very small, and there are less than 100 people in the Praetorian Guard.

But with this establishment of less than 100 archers, the orcs have made great achievements in the eastward and westward expeditions.

Unfortunately, they are still not treated as they should be, because they are women, and they are slaves, but they are the slaves of each generation of King Bimon.

If it weren't for the fact that this time was about the future of the Holy Son and the entire Beamon, King Beamon would not have been able to secondment the Wind Elves to Miller.

Since they have come to the battlefield, the wind elves are definitely not showing their long legs to Chu Ci to admire, they are here to shoot arrows and harvest human lives.

Without anyone giving an order, the wind elves all opened their bows and arrows, and in the next second, dozens of feather arrows shot towards Chu Ci with the sound of breaking through the sky.

Chu Ci, who instantly inspired the barbarian battle ring, hid under the corpse of a wolf cavalry with a shield on his head.

The corpse of the wolf cavalry turned into a hedgehog, and even so, Chu Ci still took a few arrows.

Chu Ci, who had received three arrows in his arm, gasped, and the metal arrow with the wooden arrow shaft almost pierced the frozen armor.

With this accuracy and strength, Chu Ci's back instantly burst into a row of cold sweat.

Morning Star was also startled, and hurriedly called for everyone to hide behind the idol.

Chu Ci directly landed the two shields together, and began to rush forward with the shields.

Motionless is the eighth king, and staying in place can only wait for death, and there is a glimmer of life in close combat.

After lowering his posture, there was another round of arrow rain.

Chu Ci was full of cold sweat on his forehead.

The two shields stacked together were punctured, and several of the feathered arrows almost missed the bridge of the nose.

Especially one of the feather arrows, the tip of the arrow that pierced through the shield was exactly the left side of his chest just now, and the feather arrow that shot diagonally was obviously aimed at his heart.

Looking at the two shields in his hands that were more than ten centimeters thick, Chu Ci's head was extremely big.

If this is shot at the body, as long as more than three feather arrows are shot in the same position, after seven days, the entire wolf's tooth camp can wear linen and filial piety to give itself the first seven.

At this distance, the Battle Spirit Sword Sect is easy to overturn, and the wind elves are too fast, fast, accurate, and ruthless, just this sharp arrow, the power is not much smaller than that of small-caliber bullets, and the most terrifying thing is accuracy.

Chu Ci gritted his teeth, took advantage of the wind elf's arrows, and directly threw the two shields on the ground, and then grabbed the two corpses.

Grab the hands of a wolf cavalryman, squeeze a corpse in the middle, and resist it to the death, using it as a two-layer shield.

But who knew that it was still difficult to move an inch, and when the third wave of arrow rain hit, it actually became a straight line, and the last few arrows had already penetrated the two corpses and shot on Chu Ci's breastplate.

Chu Ci's souls are all rising.

At this moment, he felt that the distance between death and himself was so close, and he would be shot into a hedgehog if he was not careful.

Chu Ci, who had just emptied a corridor, was completely dumbfounded.

He didn't dare to charge back, so he grabbed a corpse and resisted behind him, running back lifelessly, and only after five or six arrows did he run back behind the statue of the Holy Father.

Fortunately, the statue of the Holy Father is tall enough to hide from a dozen people.

"What's the matter?" Chu Ci looked at Morning Star.

Morning Star looked at Chu Ci.

The two looked at each other, and the others hugged each other and shivered.

In a corridor less than fifty meters away, the arrows of the wind elves almost have no dead ends, and there is no place to hide.

Our Lady didn't call out that Chu Ci was a devil, she looked at Chu Ci and said anxiously: "Your Excellency Little Nezha, the Holy Father guides you to protect us, go, carry the glory of the Holy Father, and punish these heretics!"

Chu Ci rolled his eyes.

There was no danger just now, Lao Tzu was a perverted murderer, and now I can't stand it, I'm becoming cannon fodder carrying the glory of the Holy Father again, this is the Holy Mother, she is completely a scheming bitch.

Seeing that Morning Star didn't speak, Chu Ci glanced at his watch and asked, "Did you calculate the time?"

"What time is calculated?"

Chu Ci was speechless.

Of course, it's to calculate the interval between the wind elves archery, but what about you as a bear and a dragon knight?

The Wind Elf's arrows alone could not penetrate the Frozen Armor, but if several arrows were fired at the same time in succession, they would penetrate the armor.

Therefore, Chu Ci needs to calculate the time, calculate the speed of this group of wind elves, and if it is a salvo of arrows, it is possible to make a short move.

It's a pity that Morningstar didn't think of this problem, so he didn't help Chu Ci calculate the time.

Chu Ci gritted his teeth, leaned out, and then immediately took it back.

Sure enough, a rain of arrows passed by.

Chu Ci leaned out again and took it back.

There was another rain of arrows, and Chu Ci went around to the other side of the statue, so he repeated the trick.

Garnia asked puzzledly, "Your Excellency Little Nezha, what are you doing?"

Chu Ci didn't squeak.

All living things have limits, even if they are entropy.

Archers, in particular, use recurve bows, but they also require physical strength.

Pulling a bow and arrow is not much easier than iron, and it is an anaerobic exercise.

Even if the wind elf has the blood of an orc, it is still a creature, and it is impossible to maintain the peak of physical strength forever like a machine, and when the physical strength drops significantly, the accuracy and penetration will also decrease, and at that time, it is the moment when Chu Ci rushes out.

But it's not easy to do.

Because it is necessary to consume the physical strength of these wind elves, how to consume it, you can only lean out.

This is an extremely risky move, and if there is any mistake, it will kill you on the spot.

Moreover, there are a lot of people on the other side, even if the movements are uniform, it is impossible to enter the exhaustion period at the same time, it can only be said that after shooting how many arrows, some wind spirits will be weak.

There is also that group of well-equipped wolf cavalry, the monster had to charge, it turned out to be acting as the bodyguard of the wind elves, and the defense was close combat.

Cavalry is not counted, and there are also those giant wolves with sharp fangs, whose physique is stronger than that of the giant wolves of the wasteland.

Chu Ci picked up an arrow and shrank his gaze.

"This arrow is made of all-metal. ”

Anyway, there is a group of plain dwarves in the tribe, and Chu Ci just can't understand and have heard about it.

The arrows fired by the wind elves are made of metal.

Ordinary arrows are three parts, arrow shafts, arrowheads, and feathers.

The arrows used by the wind elves have only two parts, the shaft and the arrow, and have no feathers.

Normally, if an arrow does not have feathers, it will "twist" in the process of flight, and it is easy to be deviated by the flow of air.

Because of the feathers, the arrow can be stabilized, and the overall impact of air on the arrow can be minimized, and the movement of the arrow can be maintained, and finally the goal of making it easier to hit the target.

The arrows of the wind elves have no feathers, which only means one thing, that is, with their ability and strength, they can accurately hit the target without the need for feathers to stabilize the flight trajectory.

Roughly speaking, a sniper uses a sniper rifle, but it doesn't need a scope, it's all about feeling.

"This group of Yanmars, Tainyima is scary!"

Chu Ci said this, but his body bounced out again, and after consuming a wave of firepower, he patted his heart: "It's scary." ”

After finishing speaking, Chu Ci ran to the other end and stretched out his body again.

Morningstar was speechless.

Saying the most cowardly words, doing the most damning things, this guy... I'm really not afraid of death.

"Come on, come on, shoot me. ”

"Quick, don't stop. ”

"If you can't shoot, you'll be. ”

Chu Ci ran behind the statue at both ends, leaning out and calling out.

Looking at Chu Ci who was tossing back and forth, Morning Star wanted to kick him out, this guy was too cheap.

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After the sixth watch, wash and sleep.