Alice didn't plan to use magic like [Meteor Shower], that kind of magic was too destructive, and even if she succeeded in annihilating these elves, there would be very little loot left.

In particular, the corpses of those elves are quite a good wealth for Alice, and they can be transformed into spellcasters who can cast magic without much effort.

The zombie army, which had almost stopped attacking, attacked again, without any change, and continued to charge towards the raging flames and the swamp behind.

The stench of burning flames was permeating, and this stench brought not only disgust and disgust, but also death, and the poisonous substances mixed in it, contained poison, which a legend was unwilling to touch.

However, after layers of magic weakening, all that was left of the elves was a simple stench, and many elves made simple face towels out of cloth to isolate this stench.

Of course, there were also some more patient elves, such as those sword dancers, who just frowned and ignored them, and as a result of an hour or two, the thirty sword dancers who had not taken any action fell to the ground, vomited frantically, and then walked into death within a few seconds, and there was no time to save them.

"Damn, it's [Stinky Cloud Technique], it's [Stinky Cloud Technique]. ”

Experienced elven spellcasters recognized the cause of death of the sword dancers at first glance, their faces changed dramatically, and they quickly cast their magic around the camp to stop the stench from spreading.

[Stinky Cloud] is not a powerful magic, but the [Stinky Cloud] used from Alice's hand has a hint of [Death Cloud], which is enough to kill the unsuspecting elves.

Without giving the elves time to react, or giving them a chance to resist, the blazing flames flickered twice before being eerily extinguished, and the swamp behind them quickly turned into solid ground.

The magic of [Turning Mud into Stone] often has an extraordinary effect on magic such as [Swamp Technique], of course, if it is used in conjunction with [Swamp Technique], it can also play the role of sealing.

Treading on solid ground, the zombie army quickly approached the front, and soon fought the Dryads in the forest that the elves had placed around the camp.

Of course, the elves can't only have the elves themselves, and they still have a lot of sealed combat power on their bodies.

The zombies that looked strong were knocked to the ground by those dryads, and they couldn't hold out even for a round, they were easily crushed to pieces, and the black zombies were like a surging tide, no matter how fierce they looked, they couldn't break the few stubborn rocks that had existed on the shore for an unknown amount of time, and the surface had become extremely smooth.

The pressure on the dryad was very small, and in the face of zombies, these numbers were meaningless in the face of crushing power, and the long-range attacks in the sky composed of arrows and corpses still could not break through the defenses of the storm.

Then, the meteor wrapped in flames tore apart the storm, breaking through the elves' defenses without interruption, and then dissipating into the sky with firelight.

Alice didn't intend to use powerful magic to deal with these elves, but it didn't prevent her from using magic to break through the opponent's defenses, exposing them to the plane like eggs that have been peeled open.

The throwing of the undead trebuchet has stopped, and the power of the corpse blast is too destructive to the elves' bodies, reducing the value of Alice's loot after victory.

However, this did not mean that the threat from the sky would be diminished, and behind the dense fog, a dark cloud shining with thunder was rapidly forming, and a trace of electric arc swam in it like a thundersnake.

Skeleton mages with some magical power began to enter the battlefield, forming a team of five to aim at a target and begin to cast spells.

In silence, the terrifying razer flew out of the clouds and quickly struck at the targets below, each targeting an elf who was casting spells.

"Little ......"

The sword dancer who sensed the crisis in the sixth sense had just spoken, and a flash of light flashed in her eyes, and then not far away, an elven mage who was casting magic fell to the ground, foaming at the mouth, his body kept sobbing, and soon he stopped moving.

Caster!

The faces of all the elves became solemn, whether it was the meteor that had broken their protective magic just now or the lightning that had caused them casualties afterward, it was a magic that only the caster could cast.

"No, it can't be a spellcaster, there is no way that a spellcaster will be born in these undead!"

The elven chief shouted loudly, and when it comes to the caster of the undead, who can use magic like the [Meteor Shower], the first command that comes to people's minds is a lich that is almost synonymous with evil.

And a lich who exists in the negative energy plane, just thinking that they need to face such a role, a feeling of powerlessness can't help but emerge from their hearts.

"Even if it's a spellcaster, it's only a skeleton mage, or at most a corpse witch. ”

The elven chief said this about his inference, and he could only say this kind of inference.

"No, it must be the Corpse Witch, the [Stinky Cloud Technique] just now was obviously released by the Corpse Witch. ”

The [Stinky Cloud Technique] that appeared just now has become the best evidence to determine the identity of the enemy, among the undead, the most powerful attack method of the corpse witch is the large-scale [Stinky Cloud Technique], under normal circumstances, there is no problem with such a judgment.

But in the void, in this half-plane, it's an outright lie, and it's not just the lich that exists here, it's the lich who stands at the top.

"Don't be in a hurry, calm down, don't find loopholes for the other party's attack. ”

While the Elven Chieftain calmed the emotions of the elves around him, the second wave of the Skeleton Mage's attack had arrived, and the lightning glowing with silver-blue light danced wildly in the air, dancing a dance that only the Grim Reaper would appreciate.

In the face of the prepared elven mage, this attack did not achieve many results, only one elf who had not yet recovered was seriously injured and temporarily incapacitated.

However, after the Skeleton Mage's attack attracted the attention of the elves, another force attacked from another direction, and under the cover of the Elven Mage and the thick fog, they were only spotted when they were about ten meters away from the elves.

It was Gargoyles, products from the Gargoyle Factory, the real backbone of this plane, and although they didn't have any long-range attacks, they were able to fly, and their hard bodies and sharp weapons were enough to make these guys a warrior's nightmare.

Moreover, Alice also armed these gargoyles with madness, installing armor at various fragile joints for protection, and holding a two-handed greatsword in both hands, which can easily split the rock in half.

The Elven Sword Dancer came up to them, their dexterous pace giving them the absolute upper hand in the battle with the Gargoyle, and the enchanted magic sword sliced through the gargoyle's body like slicing tofu, even if the caster could only support the auxiliary magic due to the distance, but the situation was in favor of the elves.

"Ah...... Damn!"

"Be careful!"

"Help me...... Help me......"

Suddenly a chaotic sound rang out in the ranks of the elven casters, and five or six casters clutched their throats and fell in pools of blood, their eyes widening but unable to stop the blood from flowing out of their throats.

"It's an assassin, hurry up and use magic, hurry up and use magic. ”

Some of the spellcasters shouted in panic, they were standing too dense to put some simple defensive magic on their bodies, and now that the enemies appeared around and the sword dancers were fighting the gargoyles, there was no one left to act as their protector.

The tide of battle and the situation were expected to evolve as Alice expected, with zombies attracting the attention of the dryad, skeleton mages distracting the elven spellcaster, and seemingly powerful gargoyles drawing away the sword dancer.

When the Assassin touched the caster's side, there wasn't much of a defensive magic or gadget they could rely on to really make a difference, especially on the negative energy plane.

In the negative energy plane, assassins trained by ghosts, even if they are close at hand, it is difficult to find their traces, and only the cold aura that the ghosts can uncontrollly make the elven mages guess the identity of the enemy before they die.

Some elven casters began to use [levitation] to leave the ground, and some translucent wings made of wind elements appeared behind them, and after these elven casters left the ground, the remaining casters also kept adding protective magic to their bodies, layer by layer like tortoise shell.

The spellcasters, who were hurriedly preparing for protection and protecting their names, did not notice that after the two attacks, at least a third of them had fallen to the ground and lost their combat effectiveness.

And these people who have lost their combat effectiveness have not died for a while, because there is no one to treat them, and they will not last long, because their companions are more concerned about their own lives.

The Ghost Assassins who had completed their mission did not stop, they took advantage of the enemy's panic to complete the retreat, and the guarded caster and the unsuspecting caster were never on the same level.

Moreover, killing with one blow and traveling thousands of miles has always been the code of conduct of Alice's assassin troops, for the simple reason that the assassins who have been trained with great difficulty are more precious than the lives of the mission targets.

Well, at least in Alice's eyes, these elves do not have the value of assassins in their hands who need to pay their lives to assassinate, they want to exchange their lives for their lives, and they all die, at least they need to be strong people above the legend, so they have such value.

The thunder and lightning in the sky continued to wreak havoc, but it wouldn't be long before the elven casters had begun to use their magic to disperse the clouds above them, and with the power they had now, they would still be able to lock on to the clouds in the sky through the fog at a cost.

Some of the Sword Dancers began to break away from the battle with the gargoyles, their faces filled with anger and shame, and they silently cooperated with the elven spellcasters in their search for the assassin who might still be hiding.

Several spellcaster elves were preparing their magic to heal a wounded, but just as their magic was about to take shape, the wounded person in front of them exploded, blowing several casters and the wounded next to them to pieces.

Silence spread among the elves, and the faces of some of the wounded who were still screaming became even paler, they didn't know if they had such magic on their bodies, but they knew that their companions would not choose to risk their lives to perform healing magic on them in such a situation, even if the elven chief gave them a strong order.

This is a normal phenomenon in the long life of elves, each elf has a unique personality, all have unique abilities, but it has always been relative, and it is impossible for such a thing to appear to them.

Of course, they still have potions in their hands to heal their injuries, and they also have a way to feed them to these seriously injured elves remotely, but none of them choose to do so.

The elves watched their companions lying on the ground gradually lose their lives with unbearable eyes, they might feel guilty, they might be angry, they might resent themselves, but they would never regret giving up their companions to protect themselves.

It is unknown when the attack of the undead has stopped, but the dead elves will not be resurrected, and the corpses of the elves are specially placed in a tent and preserved with magic.

According to the tradition of the elves, these corpses will be buried in the land of their tribe by the living people, which is an extremely important part of the elven culture.

The companion is dead, but the living still need to survive, and a fierce quarrel has occurred between the elven chief and several elven spellcasters, and the tribal chief still wants to continue the work of repairing the ship here, and when the ship is repaired, he will quickly leave this strange negative energy plane.

The other spellcasters don't think so, today's undead attack has said a lot, this plane is not a new negative energy plane, but a master who also has intelligence, knows tactics, and can command armies in battle.

Not to mention the rest, those gargoyles are not things that will be born naturally, and those who can make gargoyles are at least close to the legendary powerhouses, and it is not impossible for such a strong person to rely on the home field advantage and the undead army to trap them here.

It is true that the undead's attack has stopped, but the noise from time to time makes it impossible for the elves to rest, and some spellcasters want to cast a silent enchantment to stop these noises, but they are stopped by their companions.

Knowing that the enemy has an assassin and setting up a silent barrier is like the ignorance of sticking an unsuspecting neck under the enemy's sword.

Of course, these casters will not choose to surrender to enemies who have not yet seen their true faces, and surrendering to the dead by the living will only usher in death, because only death can make the living become dead.

These spellcasters plan to ask for help from other elven tribes, so that other elven tribes can come to this plane to save and help them, of course, this salvation and help comes at a price, and it just so happens that they still have in their hands the treasures they plundered the ogre half-plane before.

These treasures are enough to allow those greedy people to come to this remote half-plane to save them as a price, and they are more concerned about whether they can escape from this nightmarish negative energy plane than the treasures, the tribe, and the relatives back home who need these treasures to survive.

……

No one noticed, not even the powerful legends or the sword dancers who couldn't cast their magic, that they were becoming more and more selfish, and this selfishness, no matter what the circumstances, would only have a bad impact and make the situation slide into the abyss.