In the dense and verdant forest, fierce and even brutal battles are going on.

A sturdy minotaur over 3 meters tall strode forward, holding a terrifying huge battle axe in his hand, and slashed with great force. The vines with the thickness of the bowl on the tree wall in front of him broke in response, crisp and neat, without any obstacles.

But there are too many sturdy vines like this, densely covered with tall tree walls, to count. Anyway, the wall of trees that the elves relied on to block the progress of the creatures of the abyss had been completely covered, and there was no way to see its true face.

The minotaur slashed a thick vine with an axe, trying to clear a passage, but it was still far behind. And a vine was cut off, and countless small seedlings broke through the ground, growing and taller at a speed visible to the naked eye, and before long, they would grow into a new solid barrier.

Not only that, but several vines protruded from the tree wall, and wrapped around the minotaur's arms and feet like venomous snakes.

The minotaur was born with divine power, and he roared in his mouth, and was about to exert his strength, but several long arrows shot at this moment like lightning.

The minotaur didn't care about anything else, and raised his arms slightly under the restraint of the vines to hide his face.

Snatch and snatch!

There was a sound like sharp arrows hitting hardwood, and the long arrows were on his arms and body, and they were stuck there less than an inch into the flesh.

After fending off a round of attacks, the minotaur roared again, and with a sudden force, the vines wrapped around his hands shattered one by one.

He was furious with a tomahawk in his hand, and was about to make his next move. Suddenly, a long, silent arrow appeared as if out of thin air, piercing his left eye almost at the same time that he realized something was wrong.

The long arrow pierced through his head, and the minotaur paused, then fell to the ground with a bang.

"Good!" In the elven defensive position, a young man with a somewhat immature face cheered loudly.

The object of his applause, a middle-aged elf with a slender figure and a resolute face, did not have the slightest color on his face. He reached behind his back, and three sharp arrows were already between his fingers. I saw him bend his bow and arrows, and the whole movement was like a cloud, three cold lights roared out, and the two evil eyes and a three-headed hellhound on the opposite side fell in response.

The middle-aged elf took a slight breath and whispered to the young elf, "Concentrate, don't be distracted." This is a battlefield, and there is no room for carelessness. Sometimes your little mistake has to be made up for with your own blood or the lives of your peers. ”

The young elf became serious and said, "Yes! ”

The elves are good at archery, and even if they are not yet grown up like a young man, they are already quite good archers in the human army.

And an adult combat power like a middle-aged elf is a rare archer in the eyes of human officers, and it is a treasured fragrant bun.

But in this elven royal court, this kind of archer is a big handful, and almost every adult elf, whether male or female, has similar strength.

Not to mention, there are also those whose strength is above these conventional combat powers, and they can also be called elite masters in the elf race.

The energy exerted by such an army of archers gathered together is quite terrifying. Any enemy who comes near them will be subjected to a deadly rain of arrows.

Abyssal creatures like the Minotaur are the best example of this.

Especially since the battlefield is still in the forest.

Elves are the patrons of nature and the darlings of forests. If the creatures of the abyss want to attack the elves, they must first break through the obstacles of tall trees and thorny jungles. Flying classes like gargoyles also have a lot of trouble moving through the air.

If it were a human archer, in the dense woods there were obstacles and bunkers everywhere, and the lethality would be destroyed by at least half of it.

But for the elves, all of whom are above the archer, living and archery in the forest has long been accustomed to it, just like drinking water, eating and breathing.

The forest can hold back the creatures of the abyss, but it will not stop the arrows of the elves. All it takes is a small gap for the elven attack to pass through and nail it to the enemy's vital point.

If you add to this, the elves are driven by secret arts, so that the plants everywhere in the forest can be active and become their close comrades. The defense line of this elven royal court is simply a terrifying meat grinder, shattering the incoming enemies.

From the previous battles, it seems that this is also being verified.

All sorts of abyssal creatures screamed and attacked the Elven Court, all of them bleeding before their defenses, turning into cold corpses.

Only a few lucky creatures of the abyss were able to leap across the long death zone and rush in front of the elves.

But on the elven position, these lucky few could no longer continue their good luck, and in the blink of an eye, they were shot into hedgehogs.

And their results only brought extremely limited casualties to the elves.

The results were glorious, but almost all of the elves did not have a hint of joy on their faces, they were all worried and solemn.

The number of these abyssal creatures is simply too many, and the so-called results they have achieved seem so small and insignificant that they have no meaning in the face of the enemy's attack that seems to have no end in sight.

The creatures of the abyss continued to flood in, and the elves' bows and arrows were still precise and sharp. But as the battle continues to this day, they inevitably feel tired.

And the front line of the abyssal creatures' attack is also slowly advancing little by little.

Anyone could have imagined that if the abyssal creatures were allowed to attack in front of them and engage in hand-to-hand combat, the elves' long-range attack advantage would not be able to be brought into play.

It's not that the elves don't have any other means of attack other than the bow and arrow they are good at. But if they are unable to suppress the enemy in their areas of advantage, the fate of hand-to-hand combat can be imagined.

That would be a disaster!

The battle is still going on, but there are more and more abyssal creatures that break through the bow and arrow interception.

A monster the size of a millstone, like a flea magnified countless times over, rushed forward, raised its scythe-like forelimbs, and slashed the longbow that stood in its way.

In the next moment, another sharp forelimb with a death roar swept sideways towards the elven archer with a desperate face.

The surrounding elves shouted loudly, but it was too late to rescue.

"Whew!"

A blinding bolt of lightning fell from the sky and hit the flea monster's head squarely.

Before the monster could react, it was instantly electrocuted into charcoal, and its whole body was covered with faint green smoke, and it fell to the ground.

"Snort~"

Almost at the same time, countless dense lightning bolts appeared, as swift as a swimming dragon, and in the blink of an eye, they hit various targets on the ground.

Before a large group of monsters of different shapes could scream, they fell to the ground under the baptism of lightning.

This section of the defense line that was originally tight, and the abyssal creatures were immediately cleansed.

"It's the Great Elder!"

"The Great Elder has made a move!"

"Thank you, Great Elder!"

Not far away, the Great Elder held a magic wand in his hand, majestic and majestic, like a god descending from the earth. Despite his gray hair and beard, no one would think he was an easy old man to deal with.

"Give me a lift, let these monsters understand the power of our elf race!"

The Great Elder shouted loudly, full of breath and a loud voice.

The elven shooter in battle was refreshed, as if his body had been injected with strength out of thin air.

"Yes, Grand Elder!"