A large number of Mateo came up from all directions, each of them with Mateo's consciousness in it.

Although the abilities are not as comprehensive as those of Mateo's main body, each of them also has some kind of supernatural power.

The only problem is that a person's consciousness must be limited, even if Nether uses weight to push his control of the mind to the top, at most he can control two clones, and all three bodies will be greatly affected.

Therefore, Mateo was able to control so many clones, not by his own consciousness, but by the resentment of the dead stored by the Shadow Tree, which also made these clones not very capable of thinking.

The ability to think in battle is very important, under normal circumstances, the battle with brains and the battle without brains, in the case of equal strength, must have brains to win.

However, this is not the normal situation now, there are too many Mateo, and when the number of people reaches a certain level, the brain is not so important.

Mateo on this side wielded a long sword made of shadow power, and the extremely standard imperial swordsmanship was displayed, and Mateo on the other side turned into a werewolf, frantically pounced.

Carlos flapped his wings, the life force field turned, and while protecting himself, he also tried to carry out some counterattacks, but the effect of the life force field was limited after all, and in the face of the tide of enemies, Carlos could only be drowned.

The bitter cold wind blew again, and Kronas slashed a Mateo to death with his twin swords, and then a blood-colored iceberg quickly emerged from the ground.

A large amount of Mateo was washed away, giving Carlos some cushion, and he exhaled slightly, and his restrained body once again exerted majestic force.

When facing a large number of enemies, Kronas's ability does have an advantage, but unfortunately Kroyas doesn't have much physical strength anymore, looking at the blood on those icebergs.

Carlos swung his fists and kicks to kill one of the closest Mateo who pounced on him in the form of a giant bear, then grabbed his massive foot and spun it around.

The giant bear's body flew through the air and landed behind Clanyas, who was half-crouching on the ice to rest, crushing a Matteo hidden in the darkness to death.

But at this time, an arrow mixed with the power of the shadow leaped forward and hit Carlos in the chest accurately.

Mateo, who had been scattered, rushed up again.

"Become one with us, Sensei!" Mateo's eyes looked like they were about to flow out.

Kroas tried to summon the iceberg again, but he only moved slightly, and spat out a large amount of blood mist.

Mateo's main body is embraced by a tree, a large number of branches writhing, each leaf telling of euphoria, rejoicing at the food that is about to be filled with the mouth.

"Huh?" Matteo looked up, and there was a falcon hovering there, and the next moment an indescribable momentum erupted from the falcon's body.

Those Mateos' bodies seemed to have received some kind of impact, and their bodies instantly stiffened.

It was at this moment that Veggin seized the opportunity to emerge from a group of Mateos and carry the exhausted Kroyas.

"Is it finally here?" Carlos let out a long sigh of relief and looked into the distance, his bright eyes full of expectation, "King Nether." ”

The falcon in the sky flew quickly into the distance and was caught by a hand.

A giant eagle flew from afar with Nether on his back, and when he reached his destination, he jumped straight off the other's back.

Although Nether has studied a lot of secret arts, he is still a minor elf after all, and the magic power inside his body is actually limited, so he does not plan to transform into a flying creature such as a falcon or an eagle.

"But I finally caught up. Nether looked at the tree where Mateo had incarnated, and had already seen Matteo's abilities from the perspective of a domesticated falcon.

It can be said that it is inhumanly powerful, and the strong push of simple crowd tactics can become a huge threat to any force.

"The momentum spell is still useful. According to Nether's analysis, Mateo's doppelganger relies on the perception network of the Shadow Tree to connect, and momentum has a strong influence on perception, and Nether likes to use momentum to influence the perception of others in detail, so that the other party has illusions.

Therefore, after perceiving Mateo's ability, he took advantage of the resonance between Hayabusa and his spirit to directly release his momentum and save Carlos and Kronas.

"Are you King Nether?" Mateo's clones shook twice, then regained their steady.

Looking at this young and excessive elf, Matteo sighed a little, during this time, the elf race seemed to have changed into a race, which caused a lot of trouble for the development of the shadow elves.

Therefore, Mateo has always been very curious about this King Nether, who has changed the elven race, and today he finally met the real person.

Originally, Mateo thought that he wanted to say something, but after meeting the real person, Mateo had no more ideas, only naked greed.

The Shadow Tree has an unspeakable longing for Nether.

So the Mateos didn't pause too much, and rushed directly towards the Nether tide.

"Strengthened connection?" Nesser walked forward slowly, wearing an ornate Elven King's uniform and an Elven crown on his head, as if those Mateos were nothing more than a pile of dust.

The air distorted in an instant, all kinds of illusions burst out, and the astonishing momentum was pressed, and most of the rushing Matteo immediately weakened his feet, his eyes lost their lustre, and he collapsed directly to the ground.

"The momentum that comes from me and the momentum that I send out through the falcon are two different things. Nether chuckled and continued on, his eruption becoming more and more terrifying, as if the world had been deflected and twisted.

After becoming the king of the elves, with the name of 'king', countless people knelt at Nether's feet with reverence every day, and his momentum naturally became more and more terrifying.

"Rebels dare to show their fangs to me. Nether said indifferently, with the blessing of the momentum, the words seemed to have power, and Matteo could feel that his former elven blood was boiling, and a feeling of shame came out of his heart.

Of course, this emotion did not last long before it was broken by greed.

Even so, Mateo felt a burst of absurdity, it was always just him using his grudges to bewitch others, constantly attacking other people's sanity and hearts.

But now, as if he had completely failed in this regard, the figure that gradually came over occupied all the eyes of the world, and those resentments that constantly spoke of desire, seemed to be only the wailing of a defeated dog in front of him, and had no power to attract the hearts of others.

Contrary to Mateo, the elves and people on the elven side only felt a moment of relief.

"In front of you, is it weak to appear in this form?" Mateo looked at this scene and laughed, and those Mateo who were already collapsed lost their voices in an instant.

But the tree, which had taken root there, plucked up its huge roots and rose from the ground.

A large number of branches twisted and condensed together to form a giant arm, and a giant tree man appeared in front of Nether.

He flapped the canopy, and countless leaves fell off and flew out, shooting towards Nether.

The crown on Nether's head lit up slightly, and with the help of the crown, a condensation of high magical power, Nether's spell-casting ability was blessed to a terrifying level.

The wind swept in, blocking all the leaves that flew at him, and Nether took a step forward, and countless clouds rolled in the dim sky, and the electric light began to flicker.

The charismatic favor of nature unfolds all the time, and Nether seems to be the king of nature at this moment, and countless forces of nature circulate around him.

The next moment, a thunderbolt had fallen from the sky.

Elven secret art 'Falling Thunder'.

The original description was that on a thunderstorm day, the elven priest could use the connection of the power of nature to channel the power of thunder in the clouds down and hit the target.

However, at this time, some of the priests who came with him were already too frightened to move, and you told me that this was a thunderstorm?

As the first thunderbolt fell, countless thunderbolts slashed wildly at the huge Shadow Treemen.