The night was like water, filling the entire forest, and the moonlight poured down from the sky, covering the entire Hades Forest with a faint silver veil. www.biquge.info In the depths of the Hades Forest, the ruins of groups of palaces and pavilions and splendid buildings stand one after another, "like an ancient beast under the moonlight, oozing a trace of ancient atmosphere." The ruins that have not yet collapsed, many places are lit up, in stark contrast to their dilapidation. That's right, this is the royal capital of the elves, the elven holy city located in the middle of the Hades Forest!

The once prosperous city is now deserted, and it is very quiet, only the corpses all over the ground tell the story of what happened here. And in the distance away from these ruined palaces, it is particularly lively, different from the elven holy city that is full of death and no people, there are many people here, about twenty or thirty thousand people in front of them are retreating in a panic, there are some people of all races, but most of them are elves. Behind them, the poorest and most reluctant are densely packed with millions of half-orcs!

"Oh no, oh no, those damned orcs are less than two kilometers away from us, and they will soon catch up!"

An elf dressed in a guard costume scrambled from behind the fleeing crowd to the front, and said to an elf with a crown in front of him.

The elf with a delicate crown of gold on his head, his silky blonde hair scattered behind his back, and the years seemed to have left no mark on his handsome countenance, even though his clothes and face were inevitably covered with some dust during his exile, but it did not detract from his innate nobility and elegance. He, the second disciple of the Bronze Hexagram Immortal Master, the king of the elven clan, Sarandil.

Salandil listened to the words of the elf who reported it, sighed, turned around and looked behind him, looking at the dense torches in the distance two or three kilometers away, and he could imagine the number of pursuers behind him, and he couldn't help but lose his mind for a while.

"King?"

The guard looked at the elf king who was speechless, and saw that his majesty was silent for a long time, and shouted cautiously.

Sarandil, who was stunned by the guard's voice, looked at the guard, shook his head with a wry smile, and asked, "How many other ranged weapons do we have?"

The guard bent down and said, "Your Majesty, we should have been attacked by the orcs, and because there were spies inside, we were in a hurry to escape, and we also fought with the enemy several times along the way, and we didn't have many long-range attack weapons, at most we could arm a team." ”

"Alas!"

Sarandil sighed and said: "Organize a death squad! If there are still old people and children at home, or the only son in the family, they will not be allowed to enter, and then let the soldiers join voluntarily in accordance with the principle of voluntariness!

"No!"

The guards saluted Sarandiel, and then went down, ready to organize the death squads as Sarandil had commanded.

After Sarandil saw the guards leaving, the corners of his eyes couldn't help but moisten, and two lines of tears flowed out, and he said to an entourage beside him with tears: "You go and write down the names of the warriors who joined the death squad, they are all martyrs of our elven clan, and their names are worthy of being remembered by our elven clan!"