As the sun gradually rose, the panicked ogres gradually came back to their senses from the raid, and more and more ogres roared into the battle, although many of them were scarred by the desperate battle of the war dancers, but these rough-skinned monsters did not affect them at all as long as they were not fatally wounded. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The more painful it is, the more it dies, the more it can trigger the wildness of these monsters!

No matter how the war dancers in the Wind Chasing Forest fought to the death, it was impossible for the thin figures to stop these huge things from taking half a step, and the originally orderly array was torn apart in an instant, and the battlefield continued to shrink.

More and more elven warriors had to raise their spears and meet them head-on, and the war dancers who had been roaming among the trees had to put their feet on the ground, dodging each deadly attack, tearing open the ogre's massive body with the sharp tips of their spears.

Even so, not a single spirit in the Wind Forest has chosen to turn around and flee, roaring as if red-eyed, fighting to the death against these enemies who are far more powerful than them.

They couldn't retreat—the people who could still stand here were already the last warriors in the entire Wind Chasing Forest. If you lose this counterattack, the Wind Chasing Forest Elf Settlement under the big tree wall will disappear from this world!

"For the Windswept Forest-!!!"

The scarlet-eyed Kono roared and swung his spear with one arm, tumbling under the ogre's body, stabbing it through the knee and pulling out the spear from its back.

White light flashed, and the ogre, impaled through the back of the neck, wailed and fell to the ground. Kono, who had barely drawn his spear, was also exhausted and had used up the last of his spears.

If we continue to fight like this, there will be no one left of the remaining dancers in the Wind Chasing Forest - these warriors are not only the warriors of the settlement, but also the children of the settlement and the hope of the future!

Just now, he saw with his own eyes a childish child, rushing towards the ogre with a spear, and before he could run in front of him, he was trampled into meat sauce by another monster!

Another war dancer who had been going to save him, the young man named Andre who had bumped into Luca, was caught by the ogre in mid-air and torn in two, chewed and swallowed.

But no matter how fierce it is, as long as the fire has not risen on the Great Tree Wall, the warriors of the Wind Chaser Forest must persevere, otherwise the sacrifice will be meaningless, and they will lose the opportunity to retake the Great Tree Wall forever!

Luca, that bastard, how long is he going to drag it out?!

The Wind-Chaser Wardancer is almost dead, why hasn't the fallen tree been lit yet, what's going on?!

The anxious Kono never left the other side of the big tree wall for a moment, and the flames that should have risen into the sky a long time ago did not appear, and he could not even see the slightest shadow.

The elves of the Wind Chasing Forest, who are gradually losing their support, are still fighting desperately. One by one, they hugged their scarred bodies, their eyes turned into cold bones at the roar of the ogre, leaving the broken spear with an extra wound on the monster's body.

They would all die here, and when they climbed the big tree wall, they knew that it was impossible for them to return to the settlement.

Just as the battle at the top of the hill began to sink into disadvantage, another group of elven warriors rushed out from behind the ogre, brandishing spears and throwing spears into the battle.

The war dancers of Lukka and Morning Star Forest, who suddenly appeared, held back the pace of the fight. Once again, the ogres were caught between two sides and panicked again, not knowing which side of the enemy to fight, and fell into a situation of fighting on their own.

The most elite warriors of the Morning Star Forest formed a fussiform queue and thrust like spears into the chaotic ogres from behind, tearing them in half from the center!

And rushing to the front is the figure of a certain female elf. The sleek short fiery red hair became a banner for the dancers behind her to do their best not to be thrown off by her speed.

The fallen ogres were harvested by her one after another, silently and frantically fighting, as if pouring out the anger in their hearts, and even broke the spear in their hands too hard, picked up another one from the ground and continued to join the battle.

The elven warriors who had reduced the pressure immediately began to counterattack, and although they had suffered heavy casualties, they still attacked again and again like a wave, and fell to the cold ground one after another.

But even in the chaos, ogres are still formidable monsters. And in the face of the crushing numbers, no matter how brave and good they are, the elves are still at a disadvantage.

And the sudden appearance of the Morning Star Forest War Dancers only temporarily reversed the situation.

"We are the flying leaves of the ups and downs of this world, we are the rain and dew that fall from the morning sun;

It is the shining stars, the green shoots of the branches of the ancient trees......"

In a trance, a few words of song suddenly flashed in his mind, and he clenched his spear tightly and rushed to the place where the ogre was the most.

.................. "Look at your own face, idiot. ”

Incomparably cold to the touch, Loren's eyes were dark, his hands were restrained, his knees were on the ground, and half of his body was soaked in the biting cold water.

The dark walls, the palisades that can be seen faintly, the iron chains that bind the arms...... Is this in a dungeon?

"Dalton... Mentor?"

The black-robed wizard was holding his hands and staring at Loren kneeling on the ground with disgust, his eyes full of mockery: "When you were smug, did you ever expect such an end?"

"I've seen you for a long time, Loren Turin - you think you're good at lying, you think you're good at deception, you fool the whole world like a fool, you pretend to be the hero of some story. ”

"Let me tell you, you're a doll. Dolls that pass the time when hundreds of people are bored and admire at will. ”

"Speak the written lines, do the gestures, and ...... Take the stage. A strange smile appeared on Dalton Kand's face and he shook his head:

"No...... You're not even a doll, you're just a wretched creature who doesn't know where you are, who you don't know - and you believe in someone you shouldn't trust when you least need to trust someone else. ”

"Look at you, what do you think you are? You're just a plaything for the evil god when he's bored. Do you still think that it is possible for you to make a deal with him?" Dalton snorted and laughed, "You are more stupid than the least competent retarded person I have ever seen, because you think you are ...... Very smart. ”

Slowly closing his eyes, holding back the inexplicable anger in his heart, Loren was silent.

This is not the real Dalton, just a product of his own subconscious, it's just ......

"It's just your imagination. The smirking Dalton said from the bottom of his heart: "You can never get out of here, because you are a coward." ”

"Leave room not to push yourself to the brink of despair - this is your smug trick, a fig leaf to cover up your cowardice!"

"Stop talking nonsense. Loren said coldly, gritting his teeth: "Tell me, how do you get out of here?!"

"Dalton" walked out of the cell with his hands behind his back, locked the door, threw the key in, and hung it on the hilt of the sword—and the steel sword was pressed against Loren's chest.

The answer is already obvious, you have to get the key to get out, but before that you will be disemboweled by a steel sword.

Loren hesitated for a moment. The touch of the steel sword is extremely real, and if you touch it directly, you will definitely ......

"The elves who believe in you are dying, and you don't even want to shed your blood for them. Look at your own face, what do you want me to say, coward. ”

"Shut up!"

The thin body slammed forward, and the tip of the sword that pierced into the chest seemed to cut through the lobes of the lungs, and blood spurted directly from the mouth.

Gritting his teeth, the blade slid through the bones with a piercing sound, and the heart-rending pain continued to stimulate the brain, as if every muscle was twitching.

"Since you want to see it so much, then I'll let you see enough!" Loren slowly stepped forward with his knees, and the blade of the sword slowly pierced his body, revealing from behind: "Open your eyes for me to see clearly!"

Loren, whose hands were tied, directly "lay down" and bit the hilt of the sword, clamped the sword body with his ribs, and suddenly exerted force while half-kneeling!

"Ahh!!!h

There was a crisp cracking sound, and the wooden frame that held the steel sword in place was completely broken!

With trembling knees, Loren bit the key and stood up from the cold water, the steel sword on his chest had torn his upper body into a bloody blur, and his beastly eyes stared at "Dalton" outside the prison:

"How's my show, bitch!"