"Sure enough, it's been seven hundred years. The Prophet was low and dumb, and the other water elves had very sad and complicated expressions, but after Sari was silent, he suddenly flipped his palm, and the water condensed, turning into an ice-blue spear, clasping his hands together, and appealing to the Prophet.

"Lord Prophet, allow me to fight!"

Sali's identity is naturally noble, and Ge En and they have also known it in the past two days, in fact, in the elf clan, it is very common to be good at archery and swordsmanship and other fighting skills, the difference is only in the strength of the essence skills, but the magic...Only those with high pure bloodlines of each clan have the ability to master it.

For example, Sari, she is the royal generation of the water elf clan.

Of course, in reverse, Gunn also suspected that Blake's blood was very high, otherwise Sali would not have been so kind to him at that time, you must know that even in the elven race with extremely high moral standards, there is actually a difference between respect and inferiority.

A princess is a princess.

Her role as a leader of the will is immense.

Seeing this, the other water spirits also summoned their spears one after another, with the same posture and the same will.

"Ask for a fight!"

This is the dignity of the race.

And the final battle.

Guern muttered on the side, "I don't know why, but I suddenly remembered that Prince Nurtaile. ”

can be called the most parallel royal family in this era in this world, and there is really no one.

The Prophet was not silent, and with a turn of her slender and slender palm with slightly wrinkled skin, a staff taller than her appeared, and a triangular fork at the tip was carved with a water-blue crystal, which was brilliant and moving.

Just like her, she is wise and calm.

With a wave of the staff, the water gate rolls and the barrier tears.

"Out. ”

Wouldn't you rather go out first than wait for the dark elves to knock on the door?

This is in line with the tactics of Kellanworth and their last defense of the city, because of strategic advantage? No, sometimes it's just a mentality.

It is humiliating to be killed at home, and it is better to die on the battlefield.

Blood is sprinkled in the four fields, and the soul is sacrificed to the sky.

Sali held the spear in his backhand, jumped into the water layer with his feet, and turned his head to look at Lin Sansan.

"This is our campaign, you guys...run away from the outside. ”

"The door is open. ”

How to say it.

Gunn blew his beard at the time, "I still hate you elves and look down on people!"

He grabbed the axe and looked to the side....Blake and Lin had already drawn their weapons.

Sari smiled, his palm sweeping his face, and a layer of silver-white armor covered his body and face.

A little under your feet, brush! Rush through the water at terrifying speeds.

At that moment, the handsomeness could not be increased.

Gwen: "Why is it clear that the top craftsmen in the world are us dwarves, but..."

Every time he fights, he is the most handsome of the elves, why, so angry!

Lin and Blake: Probably because of the handsome armor, the dwarves with short dairns and beards wear them...

A group of people went out, and Blake went to the Prophet's side and asked, "Your Excellency the Prophet, may I ask where is Lord Yu?"

The Prophet glanced at Blake, his pupils darkened, "A prison." ”

Slefell Island.

The blue sky and white clouds, once the glorious land of the water elves, have also maintained a long silence and decadence for hundreds of years.

Now, darkness has fallen, and the sky is overcast and cloudy.

And the huge and terrifying army of dark elves gathered on the beach and in the sky, driving here, what do you want to do?

Extermination.

They waited for a while, waiting for Felix, the leader of their march, to find a way to enter the water elf's hideout, but before he could find it, Felix first felt a strange movement, he stopped the elf sense, and pulled out the elven ink blood long knife on his waist with his left hand.

A finger of the blade.

Brush!

The army of archers shifted direction and faced the north of the sea beyond the beach.

It was also at the same time.

Water spirits emerged from the sea level, suspended in the water, and the water flowed on their delicate and elegant bodies, which were always three points clear, and the dark clouds could not hide the brilliance of their circulation.

The Prophet stands in the center.

He smiled at Felix.

"It took 700 years to find it, a little later than I expected. ”

As a Chosen One, the ability of the mouth cannon has been trained in many planes, of course, the Prophet is not a person who likes to talk nonsense, she is willing to say more, it is because she is delaying time.

She had a hunch that her Chosen One accomplice would appear today.

It's a fateful battle for today.

also for the meaning of the other party.

Felix is extremely handsome, well, there is not a single elf who is not handsome, but his handsomeness lies in the decadence after the fall of the light, the edge after the rise of the darkness.

His long dark blonde hair fluttered, his pupils were pitch black, there was no light, only killing.

"Prophet, long time no see. ”

Thousands of years of refinement is not a problem, the prophet has been in this world for eight hundred years, it took a hundred years to become a prophet of the water elf clan, and it took seven hundred years to protect the water elf clan, in those hundred years, the pattern is far less bleak and dangerous than it is now.

There is always brilliance and harmony when they meet.

But now, at the end of the meeting, there will be a farewell.

Felix carried the elven ink-blooded long knife and walked out slowly, and the powerful griffin team in the sky also turned the direction of the attack.

These griffin elf warriors have bizarre prismatic twin blades in their hands, which can be split into melee combat, and can also be thrown for long-range attacks, and the sky, sea, and land are very calm, even if they are not invincible, they are definitely among the top three in the arms.

。

Ge En silently counted the number of the other party, and before he could count to a hundred, Lin directly said: "One thousand in the sky, three thousand bows and arrows on the beach, and three thousand in close combat." ”

Seven thousand in total.

It's nothing compared to the previous battles, but they all know that the elves can defeat ten with one.

Of course, the water elves also have such abilities, but in terms of numbers~~ They are only three thousand.

And it will be crushed by the Sky Griffin.

Gunn felt that there was a lot of possibility of dying in this battle, but observing Sali and the others, he found that they were not afraid at all, well, dwarves must not lose to elves!

Gunn lifted his hips and clenched his axe: "When is the fight starting?"

When?

Felix's long knife pointed at the prophet's head, and he held it with both hands, and the blade was pure black and bright...

The sea level cut a long wave, straight and a line in the middle of the prophet's body.

The Prophet's palm moved slightly, and the end of his staff pointed at the cut water, and the magic worked.

The air on the water surface that was divided was like a knife, but it was crushed and re-condensed, and twisted and spiraled, pressing towards the surface of the sea.

Felix swept a knife and cut it flat!

Order.

Attack!

The Sky Gryphon Warrior suddenly swung his prismatic twin blades and threw a long attack.

Wow~~

Prismatic remnants, cutting invincible, from the sky down to the water elves on the water to attack the water spirits.

The water elves split in two, half throwing spears into the sky.

Dense, sharp, tough.

Rumble!