The moon is almost full in the night sky, but hiding behind the layers of dark clouds seems a little dull.

The shadows of the trees swayed, and the distorted shadows on the ground became even more mysterious under the reflection of the bright golden moonlight.

A group of people walked silently through the forest, there were about 4,000 of them, a group of five or six people, stretching no more than 600 meters, looking down from a high altitude, like a wriggling shadow worm.

Li Qi was a little at the front of the team, and on both sides were Green and Zirui taking care of him.

The elves are nature's darlings, and they can move through the forest much faster than ordinary people, and it doesn't take much effort, even the elderly, women and children in the team can easily keep up.

Therefore, even if Li Qi is even weaker than ordinary people now, with the help of Zirui and Green, his speed has not fallen in the slightest.

There was silence in the team, no one spoke, everyone pursed their lips, their faces tightened, and their expressions were extremely serious.

Even those newborn dolls knew that it was a critical juncture for the survival of the elves, and they were lying in the arms of their parents with wide eyes and not crying or making trouble.

Three hundred elven scouts roamed around the team, like tentacles poking out from jellyfish, able to accurately and timely feedback the situation of the surrounding undead, and silently destroy the skeleton shelves that cruined the path.

I have to say that the army of the undead is really a very terrible creation, and there has always been a very fatal problem with crowd tactics.

The most feared and crucial thing about crowd tactics is morale.

Morale seems to be a bit illusory, but when there is no master in charge, for two armies with equal strength, morale is enough to determine the victory or defeat.

One side is not afraid of death, one side is afraid of the tail, one side fights against the water, one side defects, and you know where the gap is when you compare.

And as long as it is an army, except for the legendary few iron armies in peak state, the morale of no army is always at a high level, it cannot be defeated, it cannot be dragged across, even if it is facing a fifth-order powerhouse, it has the courage to shine the sword.

Thousands of years ago, the Zhao Wang family, known for its cruelty and tyranny in Qingqiu City, once created an iron army, and each member of it was a dead soldier cultivated by the family since childhood, and they had only one thought in their minds.

Obey the order and serve the Zhao family at any time.

In the Elemental Forest at that time, this army of monsters with almost no self-feeling was called the Rock Meat Grinder, and they were not afraid of death, even if their limbs were cut off, the iron will, or brainwashed will, would support them to pounce, tearing the enemy in front of them with their heads and teeth.

This army was later known as the Rock Twist Army by Qingqiu City itself.

This is one of the most famous iron armies in history.

At that time, the head of the Zhao Wang family once said such a sentence.

All the private armies in the world are divided into two kinds, one is called the rock winch army, and the other is all the remaining armies.

This sentence was widely circulated, although some self-aggrandizing and boastful words were in it, and it was also privately ridiculed by other forces in the East, including the Chaos Lord, but judging from the fact that no one directly refuted it at the time, I am afraid that although this sentence is not true, it is not far away.

It is not morale that leads this army, but evil techniques such as religious brainwashing.

However, if the morale of an army is strong, I am afraid that it is only comparable to the rock twisting army at most, and if you want to surpass it, it depends on who the current leader of that army is.

And the undead army in front of him can't match the legendary iron army, and it can even be said that the combat effectiveness on paper is not worth mentioning when facing the ordinary Terran army.

It's just that they are very similar to the Rock Stranding Army, that is, they don't die, they don't know how to die.

Although they don't have their own wisdom, they don't have their own judgment, they are just puppets, and they are very stiff, but when there are so many things that they exceed a limit, no matter what they are, they will undergo qualitative changes and become terrifying. Such a team, even if there are many deaths, other necromancers will still rush up one after another, and sometimes, without their own consciousness and thoughts, it is really a very scary thing.

Li Qi was lazily lying on Zirui's back, thinking nonsense in his head.

He didn't dare to cultivate at such a time, on the one hand, because the surrounding environment was not safe, and on the other hand, because of his own body.

The spiritual power in his spiritual world was still slowly increasing, and Li Qi was terrified, and the words of the ancient tree of life were still echoing in his ears.

He was afraid that his current body would not be able to withstand the huge spiritual power, and if it exploded with a "snap" and exploded into pieces, what kind of terrible situation would it be.

It's too late for him to find a way to curb the growth of his spiritual power now, let alone take the initiative to cultivate.

The atmosphere of the team is very heavy, since the birth of these elves, they have been living here, living here, and now they have to leave their homeland, and they have abandoned the ancient tree of life that has always guarded them.

Although no elves said anything, from the patriarch to those who were just sensible, there was no elf who didn't hold a breath in his heart.

Li Qi had the heart to comfort them, but he didn't know how to speak, not to mention, his identity was not suitable to comfort these elves, he didn't know, and thought he was gloating.

From the moment they were about to set off, all the elves knew one thing, that is, Li Qi was now the most important person in the elf clan, and there was no one.

Even the patriarch is not as important as Li Qi, there is no other reason, just because he helped the Ancient Tree of Life to give birth to the ancient tree seedling in advance, and that seedling is still on Li Qi's body.

It's not that no one asked Li Qi where the seedling was, but they were all vaguely passed by Li Qi, not to mention that the ancient tree of life personally said that the seedling is now kept by Li Qi, and even if others don't believe it, they have nothing to say.

Anyone who doubts can't doubt the sacred relics of the elves.

Li Qi couldn't say it, he didn't know why things turned out like that at that time, he thought that he didn't provoke the seedling, why did the seedling run into his body as soon as it was cultivated, impartial, and rooted in Motan.

In this regard, Traceless didn't know if he acquiesced, anyway, Motan didn't have the slightest overreaction, but the black mist rolled slightly.

The seedling with only one leaf was tender and tender, and the soft green light loomed in the black mist, Li Qi didn't know how many times he had snooped on it, but he never found anything.

Facing the grateful eyes of the patriarch and their expectation, Li Qi wanted to die, he was afraid that when he arrived at his new home, he really wanted to settle down, and this seedling still ignored himself, and the joke would be a big deal.

You can't tell those elves that your holy things have been eaten by me and taken root in my spiritual world.

These troublesome things made Li Qi's mood really not good, and he was now inexplicably thinking that those angry elves had killed him and drank alcohol.

At this moment, the elf team that had been running all the time stopped suddenly, and Li Qi, who was lying on Zirui's back, felt that something was wrong for the first time, and he raised his head suddenly.

If you talk about the actual combat power, Zirui is nothing, it can only be said to be the middle stream, but if it is about the experience of hiding and the ability to perceive danger, the most powerful scout of this elf clan dares to admit that no one dares to say that he is the first.

He didn't need Li Qi to remind him, he was short, and he had already swam out in the direction of the grass like a snake.

Almost at the same time, the scouts roaming in front of them had already passed back the latest information.

A large group of necromantic creatures appeared in front.

The people of the elf clan did not panic at all, and the fierce battle for more than 20 days made these elves, who were isolated from the world and innocent in their hearts, fully realize the cruelty of the world.

Now that we have decided to escape, we naturally have full preparations and responses to this situation.

Without anyone's command, most of the elite group of young elves around the team had already broken away from their original group and gathered in front of the entire team.

The undead clan lacks masters, as long as they rush out in one fell swoop this time, gouge through their encirclement, and then want to catch this group of fish into the sea and the elves who return to the sky, it will be difficult to reach the sky.

The surviving druids began to transform, standing at the front, with the archers in the middle and the elven mages ready to unleash their spells at the rear.

Followed by the elven brigade.

With the bow in hand and the arrow at the string, the atmosphere instantly became extremely tense like a black cloud pressing down on the city before the storm suddenly came, and between the lightning and thunder.

One blow of strength, then decline, three and exhaustion.

It's not just Cao Di who knows this truth, but these elven warriors are afraid that they are also well versed in the three flavors.

"Roar!"

Without anyone's command, one of the druid bears standing at the front roared, and the man stood up, slammed his chest twice, and then fell heavily to the ground.

"Boom!"

A wave of air slammed in, leaving a clearly visible ripple in the air, and the druid bear at the top of the arrow formation landed on all four paws, and under the black and shiny hair, the vigorous muscles trembled like waves.

A druid archer followed him, his bow and arrow, his arrow glowing white in the dark night.

"Kill!"

The cold killing machine turned into a word, and from his mouth he gritted his teeth and said it, and the torrent of more than 4,000 elves slowly moved in an instant.

The black shadows rolling from the mountains and fields on the ground slowly increased, from quiet to fast, and then opened like a flood, sweeping the wilderness.

In front of them, countless dark green ghost fires slowly lit up.

Snake eyes......

Two hundred points......

2,000 points......

20,000 points......

The stars are dotted, the Ganges sand is countless.