Devotion and plunder

When the first bone-man squad comes into contact with the elven sentinels of the Elven Forest, there is no turning back.

Both sides knew it, and in an instant, they were ready to fight.

There was hardly any greetings between the sabre-rattling, nor any nonsense like why you invaded our homeland, and the blood and dull roar broke the silence of the forest.

In an instant, the killing machine surging under the surface of Tranquility rolled like a dragon and snake, soaring into the sky, and the multi-year rain and fog that had accumulated above the Elven Forest rarely disappeared.

War has always been a tragic meat grinder, the elves are strong individually, but there are not many of them, the bone fish people are just the opposite, not to mention that these necromantic creatures have no pain and are not afraid of death.

Don't underestimate this, sometimes, morale is the key to a war, every necromantic creature is a qualified and even strict warrior, and when you really face them, you will feel the death intent hidden under the hollow.

The death of each elven warrior would be replaced by hundreds of undead to extinguish the soul fire, but then more bonefish people came, and the corpse of the dead elven warrior staggered to his feet.

Endless. From the patriarch of the elf clan to the ordinary warriors, all of them are heartbroken, those necromantic creatures are just a bunch of tools, and they don't feel distressed when they die, each of these elven warriors is the future pillar of the clan.

From the old man in his twilight years to the baby who has just been born so far, the total number of elves is only 6,000.

They quickly changed their tactics, focusing on fortifications and supplemented by warriors, resolutely refusing to engage the enemy in close combat, and delaying the advance of the necromantic creatures with the staggered terrain.

As a result, the number of deaths has indeed been greatly reduced, and similarly, the number of consumables such as magic scrolls and arrows that the elves have hoarded has greatly increased.

Fortunately, the elves are basically long-range professions, and even the druids can do magic with one or two hands, and for a while they actually formed a stalemate with the necromantic creatures.

The elven patriarch is the one who knows the current situation the most, don't look at the back and forth between the two sides, as long as you hold on for another ten days and half a month, there are no physical arrows, and only rely on energy arrows, the deterrent power of the archers will be greatly reduced.

In another ten days and half a month, the pressure on the magician will also increase greatly, and at that time, it will only be a day or two before the elven clan perishes.

He tried to send someone to deliver the news outside, hoping that someone in the eight cities could come to support, although he knew that there was little hope, but he always had to try, but unfortunately, the other party seemed to have a master sniper, and the elves sent out were like stones sinking into the sea, and there was no news.

The patriarch didn't know well, but he was afraid that the other eight cities were also in danger now, and he just couldn't understand how so many undead clans stayed in the Elemental Forest without being discovered.

Compared to the other three realms, the Elemental Forest can be said to be the least populated, the smallest place, so many undead infiltrated, it can't be an overnight thing, why is there no sign of the sudden eruption.

He also wanted to take the clan to transfer, but he didn't say where the transfer would be, just said that the ancient tree of life that continued to suppress the gate of space, without the ancient tree of life, the elves would not be able to live.

For a while, they turned into trapped beasts, and the patriarch could only be anxious while secretly glad that the Ancient Tree of Life had been prepared and had begun to give birth to the seedlings of the Ancient Tree of Life.

It's just that the seedling of life has been nurturing for a long time, and he doesn't know if the time will be in time, so he can only order the soldiers on the front line to delay the time as much as possible, maybe the price is terrible, but at this time there is no longer much to take care of.

The patriarch dragged the old body and once again stood in front of the ancient tree of life that covered the sky and the earth.

Compared to before, in just two days, the brilliance on the leaves of the Tree of Life has already dissipated by one percent.

In the eyes of the elven patriarch, the passing life essence was divided into two streams, one was slightly larger, injecting into the heart of the ancient tree, and the other was small, connected to Li Qi, who was sitting in front of the ancient tree. The patriarch had a relative, and before he could speak, the peaceful voice of the ancient tree of life came from his mind: "My child, you don't have to be sad, my life has come to an end, even if these life essences are not distributed to the child in front of me, they will disappear into nature, and in the future I see, he will be the most important link in the survival of the elf race." ”

"I don't regret what I did, 10,000 years ago, it was the ancestors of your elves who ignited me and gave me the hope of growing into an ancient tree of life, 10,000 years later, the elves encountered a crisis of extinction, and now it is time for me to repay back. ”

"Besides, life and death, reincarnation continues, how can you be sure that you will never see me again?"

"Dedication can last forever, plunder, and eventually destruction. ”

The patriarch put one hand on his chest, bent down and bowed, bowed to the end, and did not say much, but said: "I'm afraid that we will not be able to hold on anymore." ”

"The seedlings are immature, and taking them out now is tantamount to self-destruction, and you still need to continue to persevere. ”

"Mother, I want to know the exact time, there are only 6,000 people in my elven race, and there are 5,000 people in battle, and in just two days, the number of dead has reached 500, I want a hope. The patriarch wept.

"Hold on for another sixty days, it will only take sixty days. The Ancient Tree of Life sighed faintly, with a deep exhaustion in it.

The patriarch's face suddenly turned as white as white paper, and he gritted his teeth and said, "We will do our best to hold on until that day comes." ”

"Go, go......" the Ancient Tree of Life sighed and gently sent the patriarch out of the Holy Land.

The Ancient Tree of Life looked at Li Qi sitting at the front of the tree, the leaves hanging above his head shook slightly, and at a speed visible to the naked eye, the green turned into a gray like stone powder, and then turned into the tiniest particles and disappeared into the air.

Li Qi's current state is very wonderful, as if he had comprehended the step forward, no, it was much more wonderful than at that time.

He only felt warm all around him, and couldn't help but want to stand up and look up to the sky and howl, but he was always in a situation outside the spirit.

The patriarch came over, he knew, the patriarch bowed, he also knew, he was like an outsider, calmly watching what was happening in his body.

He was like an insider, imprisoned in this shell, unable to move, and restless.

The warm breath is like light, like fire, and is a vigorous vitality.

Under the blessing of that breath, except for that side of the ink pool, the other forty-eight spiritual seas buzzed in unison, and the turbid waves emptied.

It's like pouring water into a pool that is already full, and there is no other way to pour more than to enlarge the pool. But the practice of the Ancient Tree of Life is to continue pouring water into the overflowing pool, so that the solid walls of the pool will continue to withstand the pressure, and the walls of the pool will subtly begin to crumble under that pressure until they are rebuilt.

Around Li Qi's body, the pale green light dots of fireflies generally swirled around him, turning into cyan mist, as if there was life, and those were the essence of life that could not be absorbed in the air for the time being.

The vitality that poured into the spiritual sea became more and more, and a single spiritual sea could no longer accept so much life essence, even if it was only a small part of the ancient tree of life, it was also a huge life essence accumulated over thousands of years.

Those life essences poured towards Li Qi's body on their own, and they followed the meridians into every corner of Li Qi's body, where they were deposited, where they took root, and where they quietly filled every corner.

Li Qi's body that had just been strengthened by the dragon scale fruit was like a rain after a long drought, and those who came did not refuse, accepting it bit by bit, without the slightest waste.

His skin became more supple, his muscles were much more elastic, every strand was as tough as a steel wire, his blood was fragrant, crystal clear, without the slightest dirt, and his bones turned into white jade, which was the most beautiful instrument in the world.

He started to make changes from the inside out.

And Li Qi didn't know anything about this, his cold-eyed consciousness and the anxious consciousness imprisoned in his body gradually fused together, and he gradually understood what was happening.

If normal people have only one consciousness, then Li Qi should belong to the so-called schizophrenia on the earth, but his schizophrenia symptoms are different from ordinary people.

His schizophrenia is still based on a subject, that is, Li Qi's self-consciousness, which is said to be a symptom of schizophrenia, but rather an emotion that was cultivated and hidden by Li Qi after the death of his parents.

This is the emotion of being locked in the body, and it is also the blood-red that appears in the depths of Li Qi's eyes every time he suffers from unbearable pressure from his body.

This mood is murderous, cruel, calm, indifferent, like a machine.

When Li Qi's original consciousness merged with it, his consciousness after thousands of tempers had a sense of danger that his scalp was numb.

Fortunately, no matter what kind of consciousness it is, it does not produce its own personality, but it is all pinned on Li Qi's master personality for life activities, if the dangerous personality has a key to open, then this key is now in Li Qi's own hands.

When these two consciousnesses merged, Li Qi's spiritual power was sharp to the extreme, and a trace of dust turned into jasper leaves fell on his head, and he felt as if he had been punched hard, and he was a little dizzy. The leaves kept falling, Li Qi secretly screamed in his heart, he knew that this was not what really happened, but his spiritual power magnified it thousands of times, which would not cause real harm to himself, but would cause psychological pressure on himself.

This kind of psychological pressure is usually nothing, but it can be fatal at this time.

His heart was anxious, but his mind was spinning.

If only there was something you could do now, distract yourself!

His gaze suddenly fell on the wandering magical elements in mid-air through his eyelids, and the whole person was stunned for a moment.

The world seemed to be countless times clearer before his eyes at this moment.