Barron never imagined that things would turn out far more bizarre than he had imagined.

Five days ago, the Aether Sea suddenly disappeared, and most of the wizards immediately lost their strength, and the defense line of the human kingdom collapsed in an instant, and the elves drove straight in and slaughtered on a large scale.

Three days earlier, he had been captured by the elves, digging a crooked and strange ditch in a field of farmland, without enough food and clothing, and dying every day, but he had not given up hope.

And two days later, right now, what did he see?

Just now, not long ago, the elves who had captured and guarded them were suddenly attacked in the darkness of the night, and the ones who attacked them were actually some other elves!

The two sides were in front of his eyes, fighting fiercely, as if they had some deep hatred for each other, to be honest, Barron didn't understand what was going on, but it didn't affect him to cheer for the elves who captured him, and then took the opportunity to escape.

It's not just that the elves who suddenly attacked are more numerous and stronger, but it's also that those elves are fighting at the same time, and they also split up and come to massacre these captured humans.

You said you were fine with infighting, why did you come to kill us melon-eating humans?

Taking advantage of the chaos, Barron fled the battlefield with some of them, and before he could rejoice, the sound of the fight got closer and closer, and then a part of the elves guarded their leader and the spellcaster, breaking out in his direction.

It's a beep dog!

When this happens, Barron finally feels what it means that when you feel that your fate is not going well, it seems that the whole world is against you, and of course Luen is here, and he should tell him another old blue star proverb.

Blessings are incomparable, and disasters are not singular!

Whoop!

Countless sharp arrows shot out from the darkness, although the target was not them, but these fleeing humans were still hit by the pond fish, and they were shot down several times in an instant, letting out a series of screams.

Luckily for Barron, an arrow flew across his scalp and settled on the neck of a man behind him, and the makeshift group scattered like headless flies.

Barron, on the other hand, calmly touched the ditch they had been digging for days, jumped straight in, and found a corner huddled together, shivering at the bright moon in the sky.

And above the moon, the gap like black eyes still peeped into the earth.

Immediately, he heard a loud noise and sound and light in the distance again, and the entire ground seemed to tremble, and based on experience, Barron quickly judged that this was a battle between spellcasters, and that it was several high-level spellcasters who were fighting at the same time to cause such a situation.

"Are these elves all crazy, now that this situation is not taking advantage of the victory to pursue, but instead of fighting infighting, and high-level spellcasters have been dispatched, do they already feel that they have the chance to win?"

Barron was puzzled, and with a kind of shame that humanity had been neglected, after all, for hundreds of years, or even thousands of years, humanity had the upper hand in warfare against aliens.

Of course, in this regard, perhaps he has wronged these elves, and if possible, no one wants to choose infighting at such a critical juncture.

"Hold it back, Moren, you don't have a chance!"

In the midst of the raging firelight, an elven spellcaster with an old face sighed and spoke to the surrounded Moron.

"You have proven your strength, and you have won honor for you and your family, and you should not make mistakes again and again, trying to summon that unknown terrifying existence!"

"Don't you feel that our world is wailing, and those terrible wounds on the earth will not be covered up for thousands of years, and even the moon is torn apart by that evil existence......"

"But we succeeded, didn't we?"

Before the elven old man could continue to persuade, Moron stroked the flower on his cheek and suddenly interrupted: "The legendary wizard of the human race has fallen, the Aether Sea they rely on has disappeared, and we have gained an unprecedented advantage in the eternal war!"

"For countless years, the bones of those dead elves are enough to fill the wounds of the earth and mend the rifts of the moon!"

"And now, we only need to pay a small price to be able to completely expel humanity from our world, but you have chosen to retreat and fear!"

Moren's eyes were like sharp blades, sweeping the faces of the three high-level spellcasters around him: "Even a gravel pup is more decisive than the woman sitting on the throne, but she has made the opposite decision!"

"Presumptuous, you are not allowed to insult Your Majesty!"

A middle-aged elven spellcaster roared, and the earth squirmed like a wave, forming a large hand that slapped down on Moron, only to be burned into solidified ceramics by the raging flames directly in the middle of the way.

"Come join us!"

After blocking the attack, Moron suddenly looked at them with a sincere face: "The potential of human beings is endless, and the power of wizards is far superior to ours, the reason why we can resist humans is entirely because of their arrogance, and at the same time provoked a war against all alien races!"

"All elves know that if this continues, maybe in a few hundred years, thousands of years, we will either die out completely, or become slaves of mankind, this is a war with no chance of winning!"

"We have now gained the advantage, we have recovered these lands, but this is not enough, humans still control the passage of the world, they can attack at any time, and we can only defend passively, and when they react, the Aether Sea will come back, and the human wizards will use their numbers to completely overwhelm us!"

"After this time, they will pay more attention to us, unless they can break through the human passage fortress in the shortest possible time, control or even close the space passage!"

"Her Majesty, is she so sure?"

Any elf can feel that Moren's words are from the bottom of his heart, and they are not mixed with the slightest lie, which makes the final rhetorical question even more heavy.

The elf old man was silent for a long time before slowly shaking his head: "Human beings are just competing with us for this world, and that unknown existence wants to destroy the world itself, the so-called elves are the darlings of the world, how can we be involved in the mother of the world because of our own failures?"

"If we fail, I'd rather the world perish with us than leave it to humanity!"

Morun's answer was unhesitating and categorical.

The elf old man sighed, when he was young, he also had this thought, but the experience of the years is that the consequences of any extreme walk will only bring destruction in the end, whether it is others or himself.

"In that case, then I will take your corpse and go to your majesty to return to your life!"

The elf old man was also killed in the blood sea corpse mountain, and he would not give up because of this, but his face turned cold, since he couldn't solve the problem, then solve the person who caused the problem, this trick has been tried and tested in any world.

Bang!

It's just that the elf old man had just made up his mind to make a move, when suddenly the brains of the two high-level spellcasters around him exploded at the same time and fell to the ground!

Immediately afterward, he felt a strong spiritual storm surging towards him, and in the face of this power, the high-level spellcaster was also as fragile as a baby.

"Legendary ......"

Boom!

Before the elf old man's words fell, the whole head exploded, and an elf in a gorgeous robe slowly fell in the sky, his face was furrowed and covered with old age spots, but his eyes were unusually bright and cold.

"The royal court has issued a must-kill order, and your time is running out!"