Siegel's magic is unusually rough, of course, you can't let a guy born in Scandinavia know what it means to be merciful, and his strong mental power turns into a big hand under the influence of magic, grabbing the memories that come in and brutally looking for what he needs.

A few minutes later, regardless of the loss of strength, the girl who fell to the ground limply, tears flowing, Siegel turned her head with an ugly face, and looked at the druid, who had been unusually quiet since returning here.

"You've done your job, and you've messed up my plans?"

The cold sound spread through the air, and the berserkers standing near Siegel shivered slightly, just as the cold viper spat out letters wrapped around their bodies.

"I'm sorry......"

At this time, the leader of the druids, except for kneeling on the ground, lowered his head and begged for mercy in a weak voice.

Everything about him was controlled by such a demonic man in front of him, and even just closing his eyes could make him remember the huge city that was swallowed by the flames, and everything that was burned to ashes by the flames.

Just the mere memory made the druid, who was not too weak, feel the heat, like being exposed to the hot sun in summer, and the feeling of being thrown into a furnace to dry his body and take away the slightest moisture.

No, he was indeed burning, burning like a flame, and from the cracks in his clothes, the bright red flames were flickering, and the screams were stuck in his throat, and Toushan's hair was reduced to ashes in an instant.

The flames didn't last long, but the pain they brought him was hard to forget, and when the flames were extinguished, it was difficult to find a piece of intact skin on his body, all exposed was pitch black charcoal, and the clothes and equipment on his body were completely destroyed in this terrible flame.

I don't know when, the other druids returned, perhaps while Siegel was punishing him, or perhaps after the punishment was over, they looked with fear at the leader who had fallen to the ground and twitched, the slight sound of breathing and the heaving of his chest indicating that he was still not dead.

However, the physical damage and mental damage made it impossible for the druid to leave the bed for a short time, but he had to participate in the next battle, which was also Siegel's punishment for messing things up this time.

In other words, there is a 99% chance that he will not be able to make it out of this forest alive, and the remaining 1% will survive relatively well.

"Your punishment is placed after the battle, if your battle does not satisfy me, does not allow me to see your worth. ”

The sharp eyes swept over the druids who had turned back into human form, and the casters were so frightened that they burrowed their heads into the dirt on the ground like ostriches.

The druids silently returned to the group, carrying the wounded former leader into the carriage behind, feeding them with medicine, performing healing magic, and arranging for someone to take care of them.

At this time, Siegel also discussed with his subordinates about the next battle plan, because of the druid's incompetence, they had to abandon the surprise attack and turn into a strong attack.

But the good news was that in the elf's mind, Siegel had found the location of the elven tribe, which saved him a lot of time and allowed him to complete the conquest of the land relatively quickly.

In Siegel's eyes, these hillbilly elves who have been nesting in the forest all their lives and have never traveled far are unlikely to be the opponents of the army they lead, even if the other party has multiple legends, it will not change the trend of the war.

In the process of advancing, the druids began to squander the magic materials in their hands and the magic power in their bodies at any cost, and they used magic to control many animals living in the forest and use them as cannon fodder.

The centaurs fanned out and began to fulfill their duties as good scouts, and in such a flat forest, centaurs running with four hooves were much faster than elves moving with branches in mid-air.

"At five o'clock, five elven sentinels, squad three, shoot them down. ”

The outpost unfolded without warning, and after hearing the signal from the elven sentry just now, the surrounding elven sentinels gathered here, but they could not find useful information in the field that had been cleared by the druids.

Instead, they split into two forces, one of which went back to inform their people and report them to the anomaly that had occurred here, while the other part dispersed to search the area more extensively.

However, they did not expect that what they met in the forest was actually the race of centaurs, a race very rare in Scandinavia, and in terms of archery talent, it was not inferior to the elven race.

One had the intention, the other had no intention, and needless to say, the hunters attacked first, before the elves knew that they had become prey.

The protective clothes worn by the five elves were only seen through by the centaurs in an instant, and the sharp iron arrows spun at high speed and broke through the air and came to the elves.

Before the elves could react, two of them were shot in the head and fell to the ground, screaming very shortly, and the sharp arrows easily pierced the skulls and shot through the heads.

"Enemies!

The remaining three elves didn't pay attention to their companions who had fallen to the ground, and as the sentinels of the elves who had been engaged in high-intensity battles for many years, they could judge the fact that their companions had died in the attack just now.

While keeping moving, the elves began to use the ubiquitous trees in the forest to hide their figures, and they also took arrows from their quivers at their waists and slung them to the bowstring.

"So fast!?"

Before he could let go of his fingers, the centaur's attack came again, but this time, when the elves were prepared, the attack did not expand the results of the battle once, and unfortunately shot into the trees, leaving only half of the arrow to tremble in the air.

The centaurs made no sound, unconcerned about the fact that the second attack had failed, and instead scattered, using the many trees in the forest to dodge the elves' arrows, as the elves did.

Centaurs and elves are excellent hunters in such a flat forest, and if nothing happens, the firefights, hunts, and counter-hunts between them will continue for a long time.

It is not until one side runs out of arrows, or is physically exhausted, mentally negligent, etc., that it is possible to really divide a winner or loser, because in terms of archery, the elves win because of their high hit rate, almost to the extent that they can achieve a hundred shots.

As for the centaurs, although their hit rate is a little worse, their high-speed shooting skills can fully make up for their lack of hit rate, and when the elves shoot one arrow, they can already shoot a second arrow.

In other words, the Elves are more like snipers with bows and arrows who perform one-hit kills, while Centaurs are fast gunners with fire coverage, using the same weapon but with a very different style.

"You've invaded our elven territory! ”

The sharp iron arrow cut a bloody streak on his face, and the slight coolness made the elf have to swallow the rest of the words into his stomach, and the other party's attack and killing his companion undoubtedly showed his attitude.

This is a life-and-death battle, without a little joke and play, as long as there is the slightest negligence, you will be killed by the other party mercilessly.

"Taste this. ”

The violent wind poured into his mouth, causing the elf's crisp voice to distort slightly, and he released the bowstring that his fingers were holding tightly, and the arrow from the string rotated and rubbed against the air, and the red rune activated on the arrow, like a fiery snake, flying towards the centaur.

"Boom!"

The silence of the forest was shattered once more by the sound of an explosion, and billowing smoke rose and stood above the forest like black pillars, the thick leaves on the ground becoming the best dye.

The intact centaur stood at the edge of the flames, he was still intact, there was not a single scar on his body, and when the elven attack was about to come, the archery skills he had honed since childhood allowed him to successfully shoot the attack that had already flown in front of him.

The centaur raised his longbow defiantly, his hooves kept digging the ground, his mouth screaming like a horse's bark, his eyes wide open, and the flames of war burning in them.

These centaurs are not Atila's subordinates, on the contrary, they have an irresolvable grudge with Atira, and in that land called Somi, both sides of the same race and different forces are fighting to their heart's content.

This time they appeared in Scandinavia, but they were ordered by the gods, the son of the frost giants, the god of fire in the Aesir gods, a god named Loki, to come to this cold land to help a human lord complete the unification of the entire peninsula.

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The centaur responded with the sound of arrows breaking through the air, and the elf responded to his provocation with an attack, and the centaur did not choose to dodge, nor did he choose to defend.

He stood straight in place, and quickly pulled out the arrow from his waist and put it on the longbow, the longbow in his hand was not an ordinary color, the bow body was made of wood with a history of hundreds of years, and the bowstring was made of the tendons of the sea beasts.

As before, the elf's attack was intercepted in mid-air by his arrows

It was a little different from the one just now, the arrows that were fired exploded into an icy cold air, the flames on the ground were extinguished in the first place, the dry air became moist, and at the same time, a small cloud appeared in the sky at some point, obscuring the sunlight and making the place even more gloomy.

The battle between this elf and the centaur is only a small microcosm of this war zone, but in general, the elves on the defensive side are now in a disadvantageous position, because the number of centaurs is several times that of the elves, and often one elven sentry needs to deal with a team of five centaurs.

Even if they are familiar with this forest, they can't change the fact that they are inferior in strength, no matter how they move, how they dodge, how they hide, the dense rain of arrows will follow them closely.

By the time the last elven sentry fell to the ground with arrows in his body, a full day had passed, and the centaurs had paid an equally heavy price to prevent the incompetent druids from rubbing PP.

At least fifty of the best centaurs remained in the land forever, less than ten of them were killed by the elven sentinels, and the rest were lured by the elven sentinels into the territory of some powerful legendary creatures because they were unfamiliar with the forest, attracting their attacks.

Among them, ten centaurs, when they were chasing an elven sentry, encountered a white dragon that was foraging for food, and happily looked at the food delivered to the door, and the cold breath froze both the centaur and the elf into ice.

These overlord creatures with legendary strength don't care so much, as soon as they enter their territory, they will attack like crazy, think about how bad it is to see a group of crazy legends.

As the surviving centaurs quickly left the area, the crisp sound of their teeth gnawing at the ice could be heard far away, at least they exchanged the lives of a few of their companions for the lives of many of them.

After the centaurs finished the outpost of the elven sentinels, they continued to explore the forest, and kept feeding back the news of their exploration to Siegel.

"Lord Siegel, it's getting dark, do you need a break?"

The leader of the centaurs in the army cautiously came to Siegel's side, who also believed in Loki, and he should be equal to Loki in status, but after getting along with each other for this time, he was completely conquered by Siegel's methods.

"No, the sooner we get to the elven village tribe, the better. ”

"We can't give them time to react, this is their home turf and it's not good for us to have a guerrilla war. ”

The loss of the centaur made Siegel, who was carried away by the previous victory and anger, calm down a little, and did not continue to treat the elves who had lived in this land for many years with arrogance.

"However, we have already marched for a day today, and the warriors are already feeling tired, and even if we find the elven village in this way, the warriors' combat strength will not be much left. ”

The centaur's suggestion silenced Siegel for a moment, which was not a good choice, whether it was to stop and recuperate, or to take advantage of the fact that it was not completely dark to launch a surprise attack.

Both of these options were good choices, especially since Siegel couldn't confirm whether the elves knew that they had come here, whether they knew that their army had come here to destroy them and conquer the land.

In the end, Siegel chose to follow the advice of the centaur leader and found a flat and open place to camp for the night, and the centaurs had returned to the camp, leaving only a few centaurs still performing their duties as sentinels.