Of course, although these "monsters" look a little uglier, they are not to the point of frantic competition for a piece of rotten meat that has been dried for an unknown number of years.

Now, no matter how dull people are, they can understand that these "monsters" are the blackened elves in the mouths of the Elf King and the Moore Patriarch. It was the elven army that fought valiantly and was determined to die for the elves in the rout.

No wonder the Elven King was willing to accept that arrow, because it was his duty as the king of the Elven race.

It is no wonder that the Lizu clan has been attacked and injured by these "monsters" for generations, but they only passively defended, and never thought of counterattacking and retaliating back, because this is what their clan owes to each other.

The blackened elves kept pouring in from the forest, screaming in their mouths, and the strange black on their bodies seemed to be activated, glowing with a faint brilliance.

They rushed into it and kept shooting arrows. Rough wooden arrows flew all over the sky, obscuring the sky.

Although they are all ordinary archers who have not stepped into the threshold of the profession, the number of horrors is more than enough to make up for it. Even York and others, at the level of silver fighters, would not be able to escape death if they were besieged alone.

Of course, with Anthony by their side, they don't need to bother with it.

The blackened elves gathered more and more, and when the number no longer increased, the number of them was about two or three thousand. Compared with the Elven Royal Court, the scale is not much different.

It seems that the blackened elves, although their sanity has deteriorated, they are almost beasts. But the rate of reproduction has increased, at least compared to the outrageously low fertility rate of the elves.

Looking at the blackened elves that were densely packed around and surrounded by water, York and the others couldn't help but feel a little nervous.

The tired voice of the Moorish patriarch came: "I can only go so far, and then I will leave it to you, Mr. Anthony." ”

Anthony nodded, didn't speak, his feet off the ground, and his body slowly rose above the heart that exuded the breath of a god.

I saw him stretch out his left hand and gently put it on his heart.

The heart seemed to be infused with infinite energy, beating vigorously and rapidly, as if it was still in the body of its original owner, pumping fresh and powerful blood.

But, after all, it's just a separate heart!

There was no blood inside it, and all that was left was a trace of divine aura left over from its original owner.

And Anthony's actions squeezed all this bit of energy out of the valley.

The blackened elves in the three layers of the underground and the outer three layers were restless, and the black on their bodies became more and more intense, as if a layer of black mist had formed outside their bodies.

"It's now!"

Anthony let out a loud cry, his hands long removed from his heart and raised high above his head.

Between his hands, a small heart-shaped stone appeared.

"Heart of the Earth!"

The God of Darkness and the Elven King and Moore exclaimed in surprise, apparently all of them were knowledgeable people.

The invisible fluctuations pass by, like a fresh breeze, and as if nothing has happened, if there is nothing.

But the blackened elves underground seemed to have been severely hit collectively, holding their heads in their hands, rolling to the ground in pain, screaming.

The rich black qi on their bodies gradually broke away from their bodies and rose into the air.

But before it could rise to the sky, it was like a drop of water in a scorching flame, which dissipated without a trace in a moment.

The blackened elves' bodies became lighter and lighter, and their original skin color was gradually revealed.

Anthony in the air breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that it was done.

"Thanks to this heart provided by the Moore Patriarch, all the dark curse power hidden in the body of the blackened elf has been lured. Otherwise, it is far from so easy to help them get rid of and recover. ”

It's a pity......

He looked at the mysterious heart that was still levitating.

After evaporating its full energy, the heart seemed to have completed its final mission, silently bursting open, dissolving into tiny and imperceptible particles that melted into the air.

Resolute as the Moorish patriarch, even if he cuts off his arm, his face will not change. But seeing the heart dissipate in the air, even if he had been mentally prepared, his face still couldn't hide a gloom.

Anthony stood still in the air, his eyes shining.

At that moment, a mysterious idea, or a piece of information with rich connotations, directly entered his mind.

Of course, this is the result of what he expected and let go of his defenses. Otherwise, with his current cultivation realm, and with special attention to the tempering of the spiritual soul, who would be able to break through his protection and go directly into his mind.

And with the departed belief in the gods finally left Anthony as a thank you gift for rescuing the blackened elves, the purpose of Anthony's trip was also achieved.

His eyes flickered, and his brain digested and fused the massive amount of information he had just obtained, and constantly calculated and deduced it.

At this time, Anthony stood in the air, exuding a golden divine light on his body, as if a god had descended into the world.

At his feet, there was a blackened elf who had fallen unconscious.

When they wake up, it's time to lift the curse they have planted and clean them up.

It seems that everything is already predestined, even Anthony did not expect that the good relationship that seemed to be inadvertently formed with the Lizu clan at the beginning would eventually become an indispensable and important part of his plan.

Could this be fate?

Fate or not, the huge puzzle pieces in Anthony's mind have finally filled in the last piece. It's time for his anti-heaven plan to be officially launched.

Well, before that, there is one more "trifle" to deal with first.

……

The trees in the Hengling Mountains are lush, tall and dense, covering the sky and the earth, providing a very ideal habitat for countless birds and animals.

This is the largest and most intact forest in the entire Oss continent.

Although people know that there are many kinds of magical beasts in Hengling, just catch and hunt one, and you can exchange it for a year's living expenses of an ordinary family. But only some individuals or mercenary teams have come here to "Taobao", and no major force at the national level has officially sent troops to harvest this great treasure.

It's not that I don't want to, but I can't.

Legend has it that in the heart of Hengling, there are some magical beasts that have become spirits. Not only can they transform into human form, but they are also powerful, not inferior to the top martial arts powerhouses in the human realm.

For the sake of the materials on the monster's body, it is a loss-making business to fight against the mysterious powerhouse in the forest as the enemy's home field. Therefore, none of the countries is interested in this.

So for many years, this place has been a paradise for Warcraft to live and reproduce. Even if you have to deal with the mercenaries who continue to come here to explore and hunt all year round, but in general, in the forest of Hengling, it is still the Warcraft who have an absolute advantage.

The number of mercenaries who die in the Hengling jungle every year is not much less than the number of demonic beasts hunted.

But today, Hengling Forest welcomed a special guest.

A young man like the boy next door.