It wasn't until two teams of heavily armed beast elf centaurs approached with great force that they suddenly realized that these elves with ankle chains were really captives, and it seemed that there was also a dispute among the elves.

Phew

Thinking of this, they laughed secretly in their hearts, and then looked at those elves who were driven by the iron hooves of the centaurs, although their clothes were torn, but the thin skin and tender flesh were actually full of innate nobility.

Aren't they the royal family of the elves? Night elves? Are they here to surrender?

It's impossible, the elves surrender to the dwarves, as you can imagine, there will never be a good life, especially for women, huhehe.

That's the one who must be here to make trouble!

The dwarven uncles were communicating with each other, but their hearts were spinning rapidly, they were indeed more suitable than the dwarven youths to be reprimanded, after all, they were old and knew how to think.

The little bean-eyed dwarf, in the tree, quietly, with a thick finger, had slowly unscrewed a bamboo tube, and inside was a fat bee, and he fastened the delicate letter scroll that he had prepared to the bee's hind legs, and then let it fly away.

Bees flew over the ranks of night elves, most of them female, with pointed ears and long blue hair, showing that they were the only group of elves born with magical abilities, inheriting the most beautiful and noble blood of the elves.

They did come to surrender, but they were forced, and the beast elves wanted to take them as gifts in exchange for the dwarves to suspend their invasion of the elves.

But these night elves have secretly made up their minds that even if they die in battle, they will not let the dwarves run wild**.

The chains soon reached the edge of the Giant's Path, and the elves seemed to have heard the sound of felling and the characteristic roar of the dwarves.

One of the centaur elves stuck his spear heavily on the ground, and the team came to a complete halt, and he straightened his helmet, the task given to him by the patriarch was very difficult, and he didn't want to mess it up.

He raised a white flag, walked with four hooves, and walked behind the giant tree, which was already faintly open.

Sure enough, within a tea time, the sound of felling all stopped, but it was unusually quiet between the thick rhizomes.

One of the centaurs, squinting at his compatriots, could not hide a smug look in his eyes, it seemed that the boss had convinced the dwarves.

As he thought so, the other "big horses" couldn't hide their smugness, and then glanced contemptuously at the night elves who had gathered together.

What's the big deal, the beast elves will also use tactics to block the dwarves' attacks.

However, the idea was only just beginning, and the "horses" had not yet had time to revel when a burst of gunfire that should not have been fired alarmed their hooves.

A centaur was shot and fell to the ground, and the dirt raised by the four hooves was still falling like rain in mid-air, and other deadly iron bullets followed one after another with the dense gunfire around them.

A few more centaurs had their iron helmets shattered, and they finally realized that the dwarves were cunning, or that they were too naïve.

The horses were frightened, and the run was not ordinary, and so were the centaurs, who all dropped their spears and ran along the way, and one of them accidentally crashed into the trees.

The dwarves' muskets did not pursue, for them the other side was nothing more than a group of animals that somewhat resembled people.

They quietly appeared, surrounding the night elves gathered together, their guns still steaming, but aimed at these figures who were bound by iron chains and still stood still.

"Uh-go! be honest!" one of the dwarves, chewing on a stick, roared in a high-pitched voice.

Now, without having to negotiate terms with the beast elves, they have also received gifts from each other.

The other dwarves, however, had a greedy light in their small eyes, and the elven women in their eyes were much more pleasing than the girls of their own tribe who were stronger than the men.

But a blue light suddenly blocked their vision, and they wanted to pull the trigger, but the sudden cold, like the cement that imprisoned the human body, made it difficult for them to breathe, let alone move their limbs.

The night elves on the periphery released all their cold mana, and they had no chance of surviving, and they scattered the blue light one by one, and then fell down.

And the elves inside, stepping on the corpses of their compatriots on the periphery, highlighted the encirclement of the dwarven muskets.

They broke the ropes that were entangled, but the chains on their feet restrained them, and they couldn't run fast at all.

Maybe they didn't want to run either, they just wanted to let the dwarves taste the wrath of the elven mage.

The dwarven musketeers, hidden nearby, unfroze to death, began to shoot iron bullets from their weapons at the staggering figure.

Some of the elves fell, but they were helped up by the others, and together they wanted to rush out of the forest and step onto the forest path cut down by the dwarves.

The Giant's Causeway was straight, open, and flat, and at the end of the road, in the towering forest that covered the sky, the sound of chains grew clearer and clearer, except for the fiery gunfire.

A large group of dwarven chamois cavalry, who had stood guard outside the woods, laid down the great axes peculiar to dwarven cavalry, and instead took ropes, nets, and iron hooks, and were in high spirits preparing to catch them alive.

When the first elves rushed out, they did not rush to pounce, but watched as the elves held hands and stood in front of them.

When all the elves had run out and the gunfire in the forest had stopped, they rode down the neatly arranged antelope horns and raised them slightly.

The elves who ran out had formed a circle, and the injured faces were pale, but they gritted their teeth and stood struggling, and the faces of the uninjured were calm, as if they were praying holy prayers.

It was already dark, but their faces were all raised, and finally they spat out blue light.

It was the magic light, and it all gathered on the heads of the elves, and continued to expand, until finally a huge ball of light was formed.

The antelope beneath the dwarven cavalry began to shake its head in a panic, and the dwarves faintly smelled of danger.

But the dwarves never back down.

It was their faith, which flashed in their hearts, and then their legs drove the antelope towards the crowd where the elves had gathered.

There was no collision, and before the net buckle could catch the elf's body, the elf with the blue light that had been dispersed was lifeless and collapsed to the ground.

The dwarf who rushed to the front only felt the blue light dazzling, and suddenly stiffened, one hand was still in a covered posture, and the two front hooves of the antelope under him had just jumped up, and they were like sculptures, vivid, and hard there.

The blue light fell to the ground, and everything in the vicinity could not be spared, nothing could stop it, even the air was frozen into a solid state, including all kinds of dwarves immersed in it.

And the light ball rolled rapidly along the Giant's Road, like a whirlwind, and disappeared at the end of the road in the blink of an eye, leaving only an ice pick several feet high where it passed, standing upside down on the earth, like a forest made of ice, and constantly spreading.

The raft city, the sky that has been gloomy for a few days, finally cleared, because of the demon Chen Jiang gathered here, some chose to leave, and some are still here, but their expressions are in a trance, like a pure man who lost his body overnight.

The huge city, but gently swaying on the sea, full of busy figures, in the comfortable winter sun, repaired, this city that was once baptized by artillery fire and blood.

The demon gang is also busy, and war and greed have left with Chen Jiang, far away from this rootless city.

It's like losing the gambling ground of gold, but in fact, what will be wrong with gold.

They looked at the inner city, one by one, the hard-working figures, whether it was men and women, or the elderly and children, every face was full of sunshine.

They finally understood in their hearts the significance of Chen Jiang's decision, so the demon gang that swore to follow Chen Jiang to the death did not stop Chen Jiang's decision, but they would never give up the hope of impact.

Lin Xi kept Chen Jiang's skin, but there was a note inside, with a few words scribbled on it-Don't save me.

It was written by Chen Jiang, no matter how big the ordeal, he would turn the danger into a disaster, and Lin Xi also believed in him, because of the demons, he would never fall.

But the evil gang, all the members, did not want the greed and trickery of this world to go so smoothly, and let the gods or men on high take the worship and respect of others for granted.

They want to resist, they want to break the dead rules of this world, they want to be stubborn, they want to lead all the unyielding people in this world, shock, impact.

As a result, the six figures of the demon gang, although they were scarred, all stood proudly at the head of the city, and they carried the spirit of Chen Jiang to let all the people who had thought of catching demons see clearly that victory was only inclined to the unyielding.