Even their enemy, the white-clothed and white-haired girl, came out of the mammoth hut and came to the edge to look at the beautiful scenery as beautiful as the snow lotus blooming, admiring the art of life and death. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

But...... How long has this dance, such a beautiful stage play, lasted? One minute, two minutes, or five minutes? Can it be performed at the end of the stage?

No one but Alice, who was a spectator, would do this in this fierce battlefield, in this battlefield of death and despair, to think about these superfluous things, the only thing that is certain is that this elaborate stage play performed by the elven war dancers did not go to the end, and after the magnificent beginning, these beautiful artists were smashed by the savage gnolls.

The technique is exquisite, the pace is gorgeous, and the killing is efficient

But so what

In the midst of these tens of thousands of people, what use will it be?

With his skills, each sword dancer has killed at least ten or more gnolls, but what does that do, the total number of elves present is only less than five hundred, and the total number of sword dancers among the elves is only more than a hundred, even if each of them kills more than ten gnolls, but so what, ten times a hundred is only a thousand, for these groups of black tides that cannot be seen at the edge, it may only be the number of one small wave.

Casualties began to appear, a sword dancer killed the eleventh gnoll, the movement in his hand paused slightly, and the graceful pace was interrupted, and then in the next second, five or six gnolls had been spread on his body, and then the sound of gnawing flesh mixed with wails came, no armor defense could not stop these gnolls' sharp teeth at all, and those defensive magic arrays engraved on the skin with special magic materials had no effect at all for such a close attack, and were easily broken by those claws that were still stained with mud。

Originally, the slender body of the elves and the flexible stretch of the hand show that they are agile, skillful, not strong and defensive race, an elf can even kill more than ten times his enemies unharmed, but as long as the number of enemies reaches more than 20 times, they begin to hurry, slender body also means that their physical strength is also very limited, full of food and drink and enough rest, can not last a long time, after killing a dozen gnolls, they will be overwhelmed by the sea of people because of physical exhaustion。

When the first elven sword dancer died, the appearance of the second dead was also predictable, and Alice could also see from here that these elves may be powerful, maybe well-equipped, maybe magical, but it is true that a group of people who have no experience, especially the experience of fighting on this kind of large-scale battlefield, otherwise as long as they are not commanders with sick brains, they will not be so arrogant and put their army in front of the enemies who are hundreds of times their own, and the number is not dominant, even if the number is not dominant, there is still such a thing as magic in this world, and there are gods and spirits that cannot be explained by science, it's not that they can't rely on high-end combat power to turn the tables...... Well, the premise is that at least in terms of high-end combat power, they can crush Atira's army, so this is not a possible premise at all, and when those legends led the elven mages to start preparing for magic, they deeply understood that what they needed to face was the nightmare of how many people were despaired, how many lives were taken, how many lands were taken, and how many countries were destroyed.

The green flash had just appeared in his hand, and before the condensed magic could be used, a black knight had already appeared in the field on a black horse, and under the black clothes was a black armor, and the completely closed armor locked the entire body inside, only the eyes showed two dark lights, which were like the starlight of the deepest and darkest night.

Looking at this knight who suddenly appeared less than fifty meters away from him, the three elven legends and elven mages were very surprised, they didn't think about it, they hadn't encountered such a situation, and without the slightest warning, the enemy broke through the ranks of sword dancers and archers and came to their side.

The magic condensed in the hands to support the sword dancers has stagnated, and even the blue water waves in the sky that are used to block the rain of arrows have slowly disappeared, and the rain of arrows shot by those centaurs began to fall into the ranks of the archers without magic, and caused them very huge casualties, the enemy's attacks are too much, every elven archer needs to face more than a dozen arrows, the sound of arrows piercing the flesh and blood is as dense as raindrops hitting the ground, and when two of the three elven legends came back to their senses, the archers in the field fell by one-fifthNo matter how beautiful these female elves are and how slender their bodies are, they have now become lifeless corpses, and they can no longer make pleasant sounds, and their pupils are also dyed with the reflection of despair, and when the battle is over, their delicate white flesh and blood will be carried on the gnoll's barbecue grill, and the arms that are usually exercised by drawing the bow may become an unforgettable carnival for these jackals, just as humans always like to eat chicken legs, always like to eat cow tendons, and always like to eat bear paws。

The Sword Dancers are being slaughtered by the Gnolls, most of them are dying of physical exhaustion, and a small part of them are also in this continuous tide in all directions, alive and drowning in the waves, the blood-colored waves that have been stirred up before are completely worthless in front of the sea, and perhaps only the graceful death caused by it will remain in the minds of Alice and Attila, these eternal beings.

Those who were already dead were already dead, and none of the slain were alive, and the faint sound of chewing and teeth gnawing at bones came from the tide, making the faces of the sword dancers who were the strongest and only the remaining sword dancers who were the last to stand in front of the archers even paler.

At this time, they have given up the so-called elegance, the so-called gorgeous dance steps, just mechanically dancing the sharp long sword in their hands, mechanically cutting off the heads of those gnolls, and a gray look appeared in their eyes, that is the will to die has sprouted, the battle has reached this point, they have already imagined their own ending, the previous contempt for the jackals, and the contempt for Attila have also been put away, and now the only thing that can be done is to persevere, and one more second of persistence will be one more second of hope.

I read it right and I didn't hear it right

There is still a glimmer of hope in the hearts of these elves that has not been extinguished, and there is still a glimmer of hope at this time for the elves who have decided that they will not survive this battle, including those noble elven mages...... It is not the hope of successfully surviving this battle, but the hope of killing all these enemies and burying the white-haired and white-clothed girl here.

So, what kind of thing gave them such an arrogant and ignorant hope that they already had half their feet dangling from the cliff?

Is it expecting that the oak demon can defeat the Beamon Behemoth in a short time and rush over for reinforcements?

Is it waiting for the druids who have put away their fangs and disappeared into the forest again to use a large area of spells like Yu just now?

Or did he have faith in the legendary powerhouses in his army, and after taking out the black knight, he turned around and joined the battle?

Alice was in mid-air, dragging her cheeks and looking at the sword dancers below with great interest, they were now completely using the sharpness of the weapons in their hands to resist the enemy's attacks, using magic to forge long swords, the same long swords with sharp magic attached to them, do not need much strength and no skills, these long swords, the sharpness of blowing hair and broken hair will divide everything in front of them, simple weapons, equal to no armor and the flesh and blood with only fur on the surface to divide in half.

"Sure enough, these elves are very self-conscious guys. ”

Instead of thinking about where that inexplicable unfounded hope came from, Alice turned her attention elsewhere, on the elven weapons.

"If it were me, I'd definitely add magic like Vampire's Touch in addition to Sharpness. ”

"Originally, the strength of the elves lies in skill, experience and flexible body, while the weakness is the lack of physical strength and strength. ”

"The lack of strength has been compensated for with sharpness, in the final analysis, it is because of the high self-esteem, if a vampire's touch is used to make up for the lack of physical strength, then in this battle, there will be no such one-sided situation. ”

While Alice's thoughts drifted away, there was another change in the field.

The Blade Thrower, which had given the White Bear casualties just now, reloaded their ammunition under the operation of the Elven Craftsman, and turned to face the Black Knight who was walking unhurriedly...... Even these elves, who rarely participate in many things in the main plane, have heard of the legends of the four knights.

The sound of the buzzing bowstring vibrating sounded, and the disc that cut the air at high speed had already appeared in front of the famine, and the weapon that could easily kill the strongest race in the north blocked his whole body, no matter how he dodged, there was always a frisbee that would successfully hit.

I didn't see any movement of this knight, his feet were still tightly clamped between the belly of the lower mount, one hand grasped the reins of the horse, and the cloak behind him danced with the wind, at least from the outside, Alice did not feel the slightest fear and nervousness on the other side, of course, Alice would not think that just such an attack could cause any decent trouble to the famine of one of the four knights.

Sure enough, it was not too far from Alice's guess, when the frisbee was still three meters away from Famine, the corners of the elven legend's mouth couldn't help but tilt up slightly, as if mocking Famine's indiscretion, a balance with a brass glow on the surface suddenly appeared in Famine's other empty hand.

The balance tilted slightly towards the tray on the left, and the unspeakable mystery appeared in the field, and the frisbees that were spinning at high speed suddenly stopped running, and even the rotation had stopped, so it was weirdly suspended in mid-air, which made the smile of the elf legend who saw this scene freeze directly at the corner of his mouth, staring at the beautiful and charming eyes, and the green pupils in the eyeballs shrank slightly, and she didn't wait for her to make any movements.

The black knight had come to her, and the scales were growing slowly and rapidly in her field of vision, and a cold aura began to surround her, as if a poisonous snake was spitting out letters and wrapping around her entire body, so that she could not and did not have time to make any movements.

Death, cold, despair, and finally reluctance, these emotions converged into a small stream that set off a violent whirlpool at the bottom of her heart lake, and all thoughts were swept into this whirlpool, leaving only a blank mind.

"Your Highness the Princess!"

An elven legend next to her, who was maintaining the defense in the sky, shouted, but unfortunately, her voice could not reach the ears of the female elf facing the famine head-on, let alone the sound, and even the other five senses disappeared from the legend's body, and the only thing left was the balance that shone with a faint metallic light.

"That's not going to work!"

The voice with a soft smile suddenly reached Famine's ears, making his movements pause slightly...... As a knight, his memory is undoubtedly very good, and he recognized the identity of the owner of the voice in the lightning, the light of the balance in his hand became dim again, Famine pulled the reins in his hand hard, and the mount under him jumped high and jumped over the head of the elf who was no longer able to move.

Famine kept spinning his head, constantly searching the air for the figure of the person who spoke.

I don't know if it's because she has read too many knight novels, and always likes to imitate those knights who save beauty at the last moment, or just out of a simple bad taste, every time Alice appears from hidden, she likes to say the five words "This can't do it".

If it was known to others, Alice might have an extra title of Miss "It's not okay", and with these five words, Alice will always ruin some people's good things...... Just like the current Famine Knight, the blood is stuck in his throat, but he can't spit it out.