At the same moment, a terrifying human face composed of pale green smoke clouds slowly appeared in the void above the Cinsalo camp of Notda.

"Death...... Pestilence...... Rundown...... Melt...... In the name of the Spirit of Plague, I curse you......"

This terrifying face roared loudly in the ancient Bysteen language, which was most commonly used by ancient wizards, and it stands to reason that no one in the elves present should be able to understand it. But the strange thing is that with the hoarse and noisy curse sound, all the elves inexplicably understood those terrible words.

In the next snap, the terrifying face collapsed, turning into dots of green fireflies, floating downward......

On the floating giant ship, the poisonous concubine Endo coughed violently, and her already clumsy body shrank even more into a shrimp. After a long time, she raised her head and gave Grim a 'miserable' smile.

"The plague has been released through the curse, if you want to send someone in, it's best to come here first to get the immunity rune!"

With that, Ndo nodded at the plague poison spirit, and the little creature in the form of a voodoo puppet stood in the witch ring and stomped his feet, and more than twenty or thirty yellow brooches burst out from it, flying towards every wizard present.

Without hesitation, the Crimson Wizard and the Witch of Destiny grabbed the brooch and pinned it to their chests, and the Dark Witches hesitated for a moment, and then used the spirit scan to find that there was no problem, so they also put it on.

"Let's go, it's time for us to play!"

As soon as Grim tilted his head, Tigul, who was already standing on the edge of the floating giant ship, smiled, turned around and jumped into the second-order demon warrior goblin ripper specially tailored for it, roared wildly, grabbed a noose and jumped without hesitation.

Rub and rub......

Like dumplings, forty archer-type magic machines and ten shield swordsman magic machines followed closely behind Tigul, and they also jumped down.

"Sisters, today is a great day for the harvest, it's time for us to go......"

The Dark Witch Usa sneered, and with a large group of Dark Witches, they each mounted their flying broomsticks and quickly rushed out of the floating ship.

"Let's go too!" Alice's face was a little pale, but her expression was still calm as usual: "This is also the first time you have set foot on the plane battlefield, pay attention to safety...... Let's go!"

Although she is a little worried about the Witch of Destiny under her hands, Alice also knows that they will never grow up without experiencing the grind of the dimensional battlefield. Compared to the battle-hardened Dark Witches, they are simply a bunch of recruits who have just stepped onto the battlefield, have not yet touched a gun, and have not yet seen blood.

Perhaps after this battle, one or two witches of fate will leave their companions forever and die in this otherworldly land. But the remaining witches are able to draw nourishment from their enemies, from the blood of their companions, and thus become stronger and more cautious.

So, Alice's soft but firm gaze swept over the faces of these companions who had been with her day and night, and finally without saying anything, she turned over and flew off the giant ship first.

At this time, Cynsaro was in chaos.

The sheer witch's voodoo spell of that oversized area had caused unspeakable pain to the Cynsaro elves.

All the elves who heard the roar entered their bodies with the green fireflies, and their bodies trembled, and their spirit, physical strength, resistance, endurance, and willpower all appeared to varying degrees. Those who have been promoted to the rank of war may only feel some discomfort in their bodies, but the strong fighting spirit can also suppress this abnormality.

But those ordinary elves living in Cynsalo all rolled over and fell down the moment the green light entered their bodies, and they twitched and writhed violently as if their consciousness was out of control.

For a while, up and down the Sinsaro camp, all the elven civilians had a serious voodoo curse reaction!

As a result, the elves were in a mess, not knowing whether to rescue their own people first, or to resist the terrifying figures that fell from the sky first.

Several druids with natural spells chanted 'healing' and 'healing'. As the chanting ended, pillars of green light enveloped the people rolling all over the ground, and the powerful force of nature immediately expelled the plague germs in the opponent's body, allowing them to return to normal in an instant.

Unfortunately, the elves had just stood up in confusion when a new green glow drifted into their bodies. And so, having just recovered, they fell to the ground again in agony and howled bitterly.

Several druids looked up in horror, looking at the green fluorescence of raindrops that kept falling from the floating ship, and their faces showed expressions of great hatred.

However, before they could roar and transform into birds and soar into the sky, an elder druid stopped them.

"Don't be impulsive...... The enemy is menacing, and we cannot be broken by each of them...... Let's go and join them ...... Utas."

In a large tree hall halfway up the hill in Cincalo, Utas, the second-order weapon master, rushed out of the door, scanning the green dots of light in the sky with a shocked face, and the terrifying figures that fell rapidly.

He turned around and grabbed the young female elf mage who was following him closely, and hissed, "Quick...... Inform the city of Seradan, the metal monster is with us, let them ...... Hurry up and support ......"

The young elf mage hurriedly pulled out a communication wand, but no matter how much she instilled magic into it, all she could get back was a cacophony of strange sounds.

"Interfered with...... The magic message can't be transmitted...... "The young female elf mage seemed to have never experienced such a dangerous and urgent situation, and she almost cried when she was urged.

"These damned enemies...... Looks like they're going to take it all in...... Assemble, summon me at once, and have all the camp guards gather with me......"

In the midst of Utas's loud roar, the flower spirit heralds flapped their wings and rushed out of the tree hall.

It's a pity that most of these delicate flower essences only have the strength of senior apprentices, and as soon as they come into contact with the green fluorescence, most of them are planted on the ground in pain, and only a few barely flapping their thin wings and staggering towards the distance.

After all, the wizards still plan to capture all the elves, so this large-scale voodoo technique used by Poison Endo is only to weaken and cause disease, otherwise these elves and flower spirits infected with the plague toxin will die a long time ago!

Knock knock knock......

A tall and heavy metal golem fell from the sky, and although it was cushioned by a noose, it still broke the flowers and plants along the way, and the branches were forked, smashing the solid ground into deep pits one by one.

With the characteristic squeak and twisting sound of mechanical components, the metal magic machines thrust their hands into the dirt and crawled out of the pit one by one.

As they were prepared, the first assault team led by Tigul 'fell' at the entrance to Camp Sinsaro. So when they quickly assembled, there was a rocky path that twisted and twisted to the top of the hill.

Although there is also a dense forest here, it is much thinner than the surrounding area, and the bright sky light shines through the gaps in the swaying branches and leaves, leaving dappled light and shadows on this rocky path.

"Charge!"

Tigul's high-pitched, piercing howl came from the Goblin Ripper's body, and the tall warrior took the lead onto the rocky path.

At the bottom of the Sinsaro camp is the Sword Dancer Warrior Training Ground.

These sturdy elven warriors rushed out of the camp one after another, brandishing two long, snowy elven swords and rushed towards Tigul.

呲呲呲......

Without mentioning Gule's hands, the arms of the archer-shaped magic weapons lined up in a dense battle formation behind it were raised horizontally, and the stormy metal projectiles grazed the sides of the Goblin Ripper's torso, pouring towards the enemy.

It can be seen that these magic weapons have also been controlled by the goblin technicians to lower the muzzle of the gun when they are fighting. So a barrage swept by, and more than a dozen sword dancer warriors suddenly fell to the ground, all of them had their legs shot off, and they rolled on the ground in pain.

Standing leisurely in the air, Grim glanced at it from a distance, frowned, and couldn't help but gently turn the snake eye ring on the tail finger of his right hand, and whispered a magical message to Tigul.

"Have the Goblin Technicians change the firing mode of all Marksman Machines from barrage to sniper mode. Destroying these elves is a big expense just for the treatment. Remember, while you're safe, you're only allowed to snipe at the enemy's non-vital parts, and you can't kill them all......"

Tigul walked leisurely, quickly passing on Grimm's orders to the goblin technician hidden in the archer's magic weapon. So the barrage of bullets was gone, replaced by a crisp and loud sniper explosion.

These elven sword dancers with their legs smashed were not only capable of being elite elven warriors, but when they saw the magic weapons approaching step by step, they immediately gritted their teeth and endured the severe pain, re-grasped the elven war knife, and climbed on the ground to slash the enemy.

Tigul strode forward with a leisurely stride, allowing his opponent to slash at the Goblin Ripper's pillar-thick metal mechanical legs. And it manipulated the Goblin Ripper's mechanical legs to pull the crippled elves to the side of the road with a flick, and then continued with the Magic Warband.

Seeing that the brute rush was not working, those alert sword dancer warriors immediately flashed into the mountain forest, and quickly approached the magic weapon warband with the help of the cover of the trees.

Bouncing ......

A crackling sound sounded, and the torso of the ancient tree hugged by two or three people flew horizontally, and the green liquor burst out...... A blow from a furious metal projectile was a terrible penetrating wound the size of a bowl. Even a thick and tough ancient tree can't withstand the continuous firing of *.

In a burst of swaying branches and leaves, sawdust flying, the ancient trees squeaked and fell down.

However, with the cover of the ancient tree, those sword dancer warriors still rushed closer to the magic weapon warband.

Tigul grinned, controlling the Goblin Ripper, accelerating flames erupting from behind his body, and his massive metal body rushed towards him.