Just when a series of tragedies were happening in Rivendell, similar tragedies were happening at the same time in the Dark Jungle in the north and Roslorian in the west, and the Dark Jungle was much more miserable!

Unlike Rivendell, which has the advantage of terrain and equipment, the forest elf kingdom in the dark jungle originally sheltered the will of the jungle to survive, although it was never afraid of foreign invasions, but once the interference of this jungle will fails, their overall defense strength is actually much worse than that of Rivendell and Roslorian, which are also elven holy lands!

Rivendell and Roslorian live mostly in Sindar Elves and High Elves, generally with blonde hair, and are naturally stronger than Forest Elves. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info and because the two lords have a relationship with their sons-in-law, and there are frequent technical exchanges between them, the quality and equipment of the elves of Rivendell and Roslorian are all better than those of the Forest Kingdom. Rivendell's natural hazards and Roslorian's magic barrier are also world-famous symbols.

The Forest Elven Kingdom is known for its frequent communication with humans, and this is the closest elf to humans, and if they encounter invasions in the past, they may even receive assistance from human armies, so don't think about it now.

Maybe in the eyes of mortals, the elves are mysterious and powerful, but only the elves themselves know how much difference there is between the elves of different branches and different groups of elves.

Regardless of any external factors, a Royal Guard of Rivendell can completely defeat twice as many Ranger troops of the Forest Elf Kingdom.

The Forest Elf Kingdom also has ace troops, using even equipment left over from the ancient Noldor dynasty, which is not inferior to the royal guards of Rivendell.

But their proportion, their number, is so small!

In fact, the most important thing is the Forest Elf Kingdom, except for the dark jungle itself, there is no killer feature that can be put on the table at all!

Rumble!!!

A boulder easily smashed the newly built city wall of the Forest Elf Kingdom, and the elves and human defenders on the city wall immediately fell to a piece, and the lucky one of these people was only bruised and fractured, and the unfortunate one directly hit his head and bled and died on the spot!

There were screams behind the walls, and some of the northern nobles who had long been frightened birds did not know what price they had paid to make Thrandil, a pedigree, willing to take them in. Now, Thranduil, who has half of his face showing hideous burn scars, is already regretting taking in these wastes, and of course he has no heart to scruple and rescue again!

"Attack! Attack me!"

Thranduil gritted his teeth and ordered, his grace and magical beauty gone, and the scene before him was even more desperate than the deadly breath of the dragon.

It's over!

Thranduil's heart was as painful as he struggled to pull away the magic bow that he had relied on to slay the dragon but ultimately failed, and an astonishing rainbow light flashed, almost hitting the target as soon as it appeared.

In the distance, a demon more than ten meters high, wearing a half-body blue steel giant armor and killing frantically, pounced directly, and a bowl-sized blood hole appeared on its forehead, and gurgling blue blood was flowing.

The pale-faced Thranduil faltered, this was already the third demon he had killed. But it's useless, it's completely useless! Just as far as the naked eye can see, there is a large group of demons cutting down trees in the distance, slowly advancing!

In just a few days, most of the dark jungle has been destroyed by them, and the result is so shocking that it completely defies common sense!

Dozen, twenty, thirty!

Thranduil didn't want to count it anymore, but heard a bang, and a thousand-year-old tree was uprooted and smashed by an angry demon!

The trunk of the tree hugged by the three of them crushed a large number of defenders, among them was an elf boy with golden hair, who was a descendant of the Sinda elves of his own clan, and he was also related by blood, he was considered a nephew, and he was trained by him as the next captain of the guard, and now that he is dead, there is no throbbing in his heart!

"You can't stand here anymore, it's too dangerous! Retreat! You must retreat!"

An elven elder ran over, his long white hair scattered and fluttering in the wind, his face was stained with blood, whether it was an enemy or a friend's, but he spoke in a firm tone towards Thrandil.

"Retreat?"

Thranduil looked back blankly, and looked around, seeing a crowd of panicked people, and farther away, on the yet-collapsed arrow tower, his two brilliant children were taking turns shooting, and the two of them had killed more giant demons than he could alone, but it was a drop in the bucket.

Thrandil's gaze was desperate at first, and then suddenly it lit up again when he saw a dazzling golden glow flash on the tower.

He pushed the elven old man away and said coldly:

"No, I am the monarch of the kingdom! I will not retreat!"

"Besides, where else can I retreat?!To defend myself against the Firelord I've moved my kingdom to the south of the forest!Now, do you want me to abandon my homeland once and for Ravendell?To Roslorian?"

"No, that's not my hometown, there are no my people there!"

Seeing Thrandil's stubbornness, the elf old man was about to persuade again, but Thranduil directly waved his hand and interrupted:

"I won't leave my kingdom!

"Timarel, give me an order at once, let Leo and Legolas lead the Kingdom Guard, the Ranger Reserve Legion, and the old and weak women and children in the country, and leave the forest immediately!"

"Go to the West at once, go west, cross the Misty Mountains! Let them go to the West for development!"

"And I, with the remnants of the rangers and guards, will be cut off for you!"

Isn't the West the domain of the king of the West?

The old man was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect Thranduil to give such an order, originally he wanted to persuade the other party to take refuge temporarily, but also to go to Rivinedell or Roslorian, after all, everyone is an elf. In the minds of elves, there is no shame in defecting to another group of elves, but to humans...

The forest elf kingdom and the king of the west have no friendship, if there are contradictions, there are, although this is not the original intention of the forest elves, most of them are brought by outsiders.

As for Thrandil's behavior in asking for a break, the old man did not hesitate, but was in awe.

The old man was slightly stunned, then bowed respectfully to Thranduil, and then stepped back, choosing to accept his orders.

Retreat is not an escape, and the elves are not afraid of death, because the elves are all immortal, whether they are souls or bodies, and death is nothing but returning to the holy place to wait for rebirth.

However, no one can watch the destruction of their family and country and be indifferent, in the world, they can't be calm, and the game will be addicted, let alone reality!

Just after the old man left, Thranduil began to unscrupulously overdraw his physical strength and life, unleashing more deadly attacks on those demons, shooting arrows that could inflict damage on the dragon!

Just when Thranduil was extremely weak and tired, he was suddenly stunned, and looked in the direction of the extreme west, a trace of surprise appeared in his eyes, and he muttered:

"It turns out that you are also an invader, but why, you can win the favor of the world?"

Rumble!

A huge blue steel hammer fell from the sky, the huge hammer head was like a carriage, and the stunned Thranduil was directly pressed underneath and disappeared from the city wall, and at the same time, that section of the city wall disappeared, directly into ruins, and there were demons roaring triumphantly in the distance.

"Father !! not !!"

Legolas let out a terrible roar, and a long arrow mixed with Mithril flew like lightning, piercing through the triumphant demon in the distance, piercing through its heart and freezing its ecstasy on its face.

Legolas's right index finger began to drip blood, and the torn bowstring was pulled back into his cheek, leaving a deep scar on his handsome face.

The prince didn't care about that, just stupidly looked at the great hammer that stood on the ground.

Suddenly, Legolas's crazy eyes turned miserable, and he saw a broken palm next to the hammer, wearing a crown ring representing authority, and he was instantly stupid!

A mouthful of blood spurted out, and Legolas fell to the sky.

His brother Leo held him up, and the exclamation of Tariel, the captain of the Royal Guard, could be heard in the distance.

Leo's face was full of anxiety, as if he was nervous about his brother's injury, but there was a complication and a little absoluteness in the depths of his eyes.

Roslorian and Galadriel stood outside the forest, her blonde hair flying wildly, chanting some kind of incantation loudly, her white silk robe undulating, outlining a perfect carcass, and bursts of real golden light came out of her body, dazzling.

Behind her, led by Saruman, seven or eight robed wizards, chanted similar incantations at the same time.

The majestic golden light pressed dozens of huge demons in front of them to the ground, except for the giant who was more than twenty meters tall at the head who was still roaring and struggling, almost all of them were embedded in the ground, as if they were going to be buried alive, and some demons were even squeezed by invisible giant hands, and the broken bones pierced the muscles, and they were covered with scars!

The heavy blue steel armor became a prison cage for justice, and the creaking and twisting sound was terrifying.

As the tallest demon was finally squeezed into the ground, a tenth of the demons had already been crushed to death in just a few minutes, and a large amount of dirty blood flowed into a lake.

Seeing this, Galadriel did not relax at all, but became more serious, and her face changed faintly, revealing a beautiful face that no one could describe, which made people obsessed.

Her shadow turned golden and was pulled into the shape of a giant, and thick pillars of light fell from the sky and clothed her in a glow robe.

Behind her, all the guests of Amen Continent have become small supporting roles, and Roslorian in the distance seems to have been robbed of all their light and plunged into a large area of darkness.

Among those supporting roles, some have obsession, some admire, and one has deep greed in their eyes.

Saruman looked at the demons lying on the ground, revealing deep greed!