The battle has faded into flames.

The once peaceful village of Russelan is now a terrifying dead land.

In the entire elven village and the surrounding several kilometers in a radius of several kilometers, it is no longer possible to find half a living creature with a head larger than 5 centimeters. Especially in the area where the fighting was fiercest, not only did the animals disappear, but most of the greenery was eaten away, leaving behind a daunting devastation.

At some point, an eagle was soaring high in the blue sky.

It circled around the village of Russelan many times, and finally plunged headlong into the sky without holding back the restlessness in its heart.

The eagle flapped its vigorous wings, quickly interspersed through the forest, and from time to time pulled the high pressure low, dodging the oncoming ancient branches and lush vines. Finally, with a light on its eyes, it had passed through the dense forest cliffs to the secluded valley where the village of Russelan was.

The first sight of the eagle stirred the eagle's heart, and it almost crashed into a withered and withered ancient tree uncontrollably. The eagle quickly circled around and landed smoothly on the ground, then regained its humanoid form after a strange twist and deformation.

Sof is a Tier 1 druid from Skywater City.

And his daily task is to be responsible for patrolling the dozen or so elven villages around the Iron Tree Forest, and Russelan Village is undoubtedly one of them.

Although the population of Ruthran Village is small, because it is adjacent to the Iron Tree Forest, the iron wood abundant here is also an important strategic resource for the Elven Kingdom. Ironwood is one of the main materials for making high-strength elven longbows, and it is of great value to an elven kingdom with many archers!

Almost every four or five days, Suff would come here to make a round trip, stopping by a few old friends for tea and chat. And he has a deep affection for the female elf Filin who is an archery instructor in Russelan Village, and is in a crazy pursuit, so he is more and more diligent in running here.

But today, when he arrived, he saw a scene of devastation after the Great War!

In the valley, all the green is almost gone.

The earth also seemed to be covered with tenderness, and everywhere there were signs of shattering and cracking.

The tall trees are all withered and withered, their roots exposed, and they no longer feel any life and vitality.

A particularly tall ancient tree lay in the center of the village, its broken body as if it had been frantically eaten by some creature, and the soft heart of the tree had been hollowed out, almost becoming an empty shell.

Azali...... Azarit, one of the two tree spirits in the village of Ruthran!

Seeing the tragic death of Azari, Sof's heart trembled.

If even Azari can die in battle, it will be even more difficult for the rest of the elves to survive!

So...... So film......

Sof, who knew everything about the surroundings of the Iron Tree Forest, immediately judged that this was not an unusually ferocious demonic beast from the village, but an invasion from the outside world. Combined with the battle report of the Elven Military Headquarters recently received by Tianshui City, Sof dared to assert that it must have been those murderous and evil otherworldly witches who appeared here.

Under normal circumstances, at this time, Sof should quickly exit here and rush back to Tianshui City, 1600 miles away, to report the situation, and let the elven commander send more helpers and more powerful druid masters to investigate and track the enemy's whereabouts.

But worried about the whereabouts of Film, Sof hesitated for a moment, and finally gritted his teeth and broke into this terrible battlefield.

The enemy may have been gone for a while!

Although traces of fierce battles can be seen everywhere on the ground and trees, it is difficult to find any survivors, not even a slightly larger animal. This made his 'animal talking' skill skill useless.

Although he can also communicate with the remaining plants and ancient trees around him, these plants only have a simple and crude mind, except for "enemies...... Beyond the simple words "worm ......", it is impossible to provide more detailed information.

In the woodland, Sof also picked up a lot of broken black insect shells.

He carefully packed the only 'clues' left by these enemies into his bag and prepared to return and submit them.

Suddenly, on the platform of the tall tree hall, there was a faint hint of abnormality.

This made Soff feel extremely nervous.

He clenched the oak staff in his hand and blessed himself with a 'tree skin technique', and then he dared to rush to the platform.

But the eye-catching scene on the platform almost made him jaw-dropping!

It seemed to be the main battlefield of the battle, and the wooden platform of the Nuoda was littered with blood and scratches. At the corner of the platform, near the Hall of Trees, a female elf with a broken arm was stripped of her clothes, pierced through her chest with an arrow, and hung on a tree trunk.

Her body was white and smooth, her suckling pigeon was beautiful, her head hung weakly, and her face was obscured by her long scattered hair. The blood that flowed from her red body gathered at her feet into a blood-colored lake, and the blood had solidified into a dark red stain of blood over time, which was shocking to look at.

Aside from her, the corpses of the other elves were no longer visible on the platform.

It's film!

Almost instantly, Sof recognized the identity of the female elf!

He rushed over in a state of agitation, but before he could touch Filin's corpse, the vicious wind above his head and on both sides was not good. Four or five black figures swooped out from the lurk, aiming directly at the distraught young druid.

Relying on the natural protection of his body and the oak staff in his hand, Thorf staggered a few times to resist, and finally struggled to break out of the ambush circle of the demonized mantis.

He rushed to the edge of the platform in one go, smacking the oak staff in his hand and throwing out a handful of strange plant seeds. As a green magic aura flashed, the plant seeds scattered in the air swelled into terrifying thorn vines in an instant, and the four demonized mantis that were chasing after them were bound in place.

Of course, such a 'thorn bondage' would be difficult to trap the demonized mantis for a long time.

The demonic mantis wielded their terrifying scythe-like forelimbs, slashing the Thorn Vines into splinters almost instantly.

Relying on the short time that Thorn Vine Man had gained, Sof quickly twisted and transformed, wanting to transform into an eagle and soar into the sky again.

But just as he was about to complete his 'Transfiguration', a bloody wind swept in from behind, and an extremely sharp praying mantis foreleg pierced his right chest, pinning him firmly to the floor of the platform.

Immediately, he received a blow to the back of the head, and Sof passed out without saying a word.

…………

On the spacious and flat platform of the tree hall, I don't know when strange figures have gathered.

Mary, who had not been seen for a long time, stood at the front of the team with a haughty pestle in blood-red armor, and behind her were three blood knights led by Soros. And the old fox Winliel still looked like a middle-aged nobleman, with a smile on his face beside Mary.

Further back, it was full of thirteen or fourteen forest elves. There are men and women, all of them are handsome and upright, heroic and cool. But at this moment, their eyes were blood-red, their eyes were full of ferocity, and two sharp blood-sucking fangs came out of their upper lips angrily, looking fierce and vicious.

These forest elves who were captured by Mary and transformed into blood slaves were all carefully selected, and the worst ones had first-order strength, while those of the second rank had 2.

After bloodsucking transformation, the original natural power in their bodies has now been transformed into bloodline magical power. They are no longer the forest elves they once were, but a strange species that has never appeared on the plane of Faun - blood elves.

The direct consequence of this bloodline transformation is that the combat power of the blood elves, who were originally sword dancers or marksmen, did not decline much, but because of the ability to suck blood regeneration and blood suck attacks, the terrifying level of battle skyrocketed.

On the contrary, the original caster, the druid or elven mage, after being transformed into a blood elf, all the natural spells that he originally mastered were lost, and only a poor 'blood bullet technique' remained.

It seems that in order to have a few more spellcasters in her subordinates, Mary needs to give these guys a little more time to slowly explore new bloodline sorcery.

Luckily, Mary had transformed herself into a pure-blood vampire when she advanced to Tier 2 in the wizarding world, and in this way, most of the bloodline shackles on her head had been removed. At least until she advances to Tier 3, she won't have to worry about this anymore!

And after transforming into a pure-blood vampire, the biggest benefit to her is that the number of bloodline descendants that her soul origin can withstand has more than doubled. This also means that the number of blood slaves she can concoct will be as high as 30, and the number of low-level bloodsampic tokens will be as high as 200.

If she lets go of her permissions and allows her blood slaves to concoct vampiric tokens as she pleases, then as the blood queen at the top of the pyramid, she can directly or indirectly control 1000-2000 bloodline creatures.

A pure-blooded vampire can control a terrifying vampire army, and a family vampire can even control a medium-sized human realm.

However, this kind of behavior rarely happens in the wizarding world, and one of the main reasons is that it is difficult to find such a large number of high-quality intelligent races. If the vampires lowered their demands and tried to find a way to support those weak humans at the beginning, even if they could pull up a large army in a short time, they would not be able to withstand a large attack on the enemy's sorcery.

Besides, the first embrace requires the consumption of the blood of the vampire's origin!

Consuming precious Origin Blood on some inferior creatures will not only fail to help you become stronger, but will also drag down your strength accumulation in disguise.

Therefore, vampire derivatives can lower the standard as cannon fodder, and blood slaves who can establish a blood connection with themselves must be cautious when choosing, and must not be easily embraced at first.