ICP record number: Xiang B2-20100081-3 Internet Publishing Qualification Certificate: Xinchu Network License (Xiang) Zi No. 11 Network Culture Business License: Wen Wangwen [2010] No. 128

With only a few dozen arrows, how could it be possible to kill all the werewolves, and even when they went to attack, the werewolves had already swooped up, grabbing their claws and weapons at them unceremoniously.

The knife flashed, Loas was stabbed in the back again, the linen robe was torn, the flesh and skin were turned over, and blood spurted out, but he just gritted his teeth and shot a second batch of arrows, the light curtain was only half a person high from the ground, but there were already more than a dozen werewolves rushing to the vicinity of the light tomb, except for Lotta, almost all of them in the village were old, weak, sick and disabled, and the activation of the elf enchantment needed the support of Lota's spiritual power, and he couldn't cope with this, if they were allowed to enter the village, then the entire elf village would usher in a catastrophe.

"No!"

Seeing a werewolf jump off the wolf's back and rush towards the light curtain, Loas just shouted urgently.

In mid-air, silver flashed, not dazzling silver, but a color as comfortable as moonlight, clear and cold.

Burst!

The silver shot straight into the werewolf's body, and his body shook violently before falling to the ground.

At the same time, more light arrows had already descended from mid-air, and in an instant, all the werewolves who had rushed to the front of the barrier had penetrated.

In the foul blood mist spewed out by the werewolves, the elven barrier finally took shape, and the blood sprayed over, falling on the transparent green light curtain, and it was immediately evaporated like a scorching iron plate.

Not a single werewolf entered the barrier, not even their blood spilled into the Pure Land.

Loas fell to the ground with a thump, lifted his face, and then, like a ray of moonlight, shot in the hand to block the bloodblade's long knife before it stabbed him in the throat.

Purple Pupil stepped forward, forcing back the blood blade, blocking Loas in front of him.

Loas turned his face and looked at the enchantment that had been completed, and then he breathed a sigh of relief, "The enchantment, ...... formed"

"Sorry, I came back a little late."

The purple pupil took a step back, quickly stuffed a pill into his mouth, and with a light tap of his toes, he had already flown up again, and the breeze and cloud blade in his hand were mixed with wind and mist, turning into a cold hurricane.

The Blood Blade felt as if it had hit a strong wind, and the whole person was directly bounced out and fell into the forest.

The two snow eagles had also appeared at this time, unceremoniously spit out thunder beams, and at the same time flew down, grabbing the werewolves who were about to attack the injured elves and throwing them away.

The appearance of the purple pupil and the two snow eagles temporarily relieved the urgent need, and the elves breathed a sigh of relief, but at this time, there was already a roar that shook the eardrums in the jungle, and the earth seemed to tremble.

With the sound of a jumble of branches breaking, armies of minotaurs and hog-bolds poured out of the jungle like black tides.

"Hurry back!"

Purple Pupil hurriedly shouted, raised his hand to grab Loas, and retreated sharply.

At the sound of her shouting, the tall orcs who rushed ahead had also begun to launch their own attacks, unceremoniously smashing the things in their hands towards them.

Hug a thick tree, a half-man-high boulder...... Whistling and flying through the air, slamming heavily on the grass, several elves were directly hit, and their lives were whimpered.

Purple Pupil grabbed Loas and swept up, grabbed another elf who was retreating towards the vicinity of the enchantment, and led the two of them back to the vicinity of the enchantment, and the two snow eagles had already grabbed a few elves and brought them over under her command.