Ordinary elven warriors gradually retreated from the battlefield, and the magic of the natural legion and the pouring of artillery positions were not something that their flesh and blood could resist.

The battlefield was suddenly empty, but the intensity skyrocketed, and the bombardment of magic and the impact of artillery plowed the whole land.

Dinah rushed after the female general, most of the danger in front of her, but the smell of blood and the occasional splash of blood made her stomach thrive.

Her greatest skill now is communication plants, and thick green vines surround the array around her, providing strong cover for her companions.

Gradually, the nausea subsided, and she began to numbly accept this moment of life and death, every wave of her arms, every time she rolled up the vines, it became a mechanical action.

The two sides were entangled, the artillery positions stopped out, and the God of War Pope rushed here to observe carefully not far from the battlefield.

The magic of the dark elves is very different from that of the wood elves, and the elves don't know it, but the God of War Pope feels it deeply.

The black flames, the breath of silence, the vines that bloomed again in the midst of destruction, all more or less smelled of the Night Church.

The God of War Pope fell into deep doubts, putting aside the beliefs of the Night Church, although the current Night Pope is doing things logically, he will never make a moth at this time.

All the decisions made by the delegation are enough to fairly satisfy the interests of all forces, and the Pope is not so stupid.

The battlefield was still scorching, and from day to night, Dinah's arms began to tremble, and the protection of her companions from the vines became more and more thin in the moonlight.

Finally, a dark elf not much older than her rushed into the position, and the longsword burning with black flames slashed straight down.

On the battlefield, everyone has dispersed, and the closest companions have not had time to rescue, at this life-and-death juncture, Dinah looked at the other party's firm eyes, and was stunned for a while.

It wasn't until she felt the terrifying heat that she suddenly woke up, her trembling arms becoming powerful, and the powerful hope of survival made her voice pierce through the sky.

Yes!!!

The vines that protected their companions in mid-air shrank back, and countless tiny green rhizomes spread over Dinah, enveloping her tightly.

The black flame sword slashed at her body, instantly swallowed by countless thin whiskers, Dinah raised her hand, and the green thin whiskers condensed into a sharp green long knife.

Cut off the waist, and splash the blood.

When the dark clouds shifted and the moonlight fell, the two sides temporarily ended today's match.

The elves of the two clans began to clean up the battlefield, and when they got too close to the opposite side, the vines dragged the wounded back who were still alive.

The female general still had that heroic aura, the long sword in her hand was stuck on the ground, and her blood-stained palm caressed the top of Dinah's head.

"It's okay, it's okay, next time it's fine......"

Dinah had returned to normal, a large expanse of blood seeping through her armor, she trembled, buried her face in the palms of her hands, clubbed her forehead, and sat on her knees in the scorched paste, crying bitterly.

Vomit......

Nausea vomiting is long overdue.

......

In the second half of the night, the God of War Pope returned to his room, looking out the window at the deep night, as if he had fallen into a great mystery.

He had just returned from the House of Elders, and had a deep communication with the elders, especially regarding the Dark Elf Divine Arts.

The answer is: yes, it's the magic of the dark elves, and it's always been like this, and it's they who twisted the gift of the goddess of nature.

But as the God of War Pope, he has been dealing with other churches, and how can he mistake the different feeling of the Night Church.

With deep doubts, he sat there until dawn.

With the blessing of artillery, the Wood Elves gradually gained a greater advantage, while the Dark Elves retreated.

Over the next month, the Wood Elves regained control of the vicinity of the Mother Tree of Life, and the House of Elders was overjoyed and planned to wipe out the Dark Elves once and for all.

And the God of War Pope put forward a new suggestion at this time, since the overall situation has been decided, do not make fearless sacrifices to death, and should encroach on the territory of the dark elves step by step, besiege them, consume their strength, and then destroy them in one fell swoop.

This suggestion was ostensibly for the sake of the Wood Elves, and was also supported by most of the Elders.

But there are also some elders who oppose it, but now a large part of the strength of the wood elves is supported by the northern and southern continents, and the will of the God of War Pope is extremely firm.

Therefore, the House of Elders, which was subject to others, finally proceeded according to this plan.

Under the Mother Tree of Life, Duke Roy sighed as he watched the Wood Elves cleaning and inspecting the place, trying to restore the half-gray and half-green Mother Tree to normal.

"It's hard to imagine that there is such a strange plant in the world, and there is no other explanation than the power of the gods. ”

"There are so many strange things in this world. The God of War Pope said with a frown.

"Why are you delaying this war, when tens of thousands of people are fighting around and can get into your eyes?"

"You can take care of the interests of the principality here, I have my decision. ”

"If you hide it from the delegation, I won't say it, and I won't be able to hide it for long. ”

As Duke Roy said, half a month passed, and the wood elves forced the dark elves into a corner step by step.

The God of War Pope didn't even look at it, and burned an unknown number of letters of inquiry sent from the north and south by unconventional means.

But even so, he still didn't understand why the dark elf magic had the shadow of the Night Church.

Until this day, when the Wood Elves attacked again, the artillery array also entered the battlefield, which was an order issued by the delegation directly from the north and south land.

The artillery array belongs to the Gewu Society and the Dwarves, so the God of War Pope has no authority to order directly.

The real general assault began, and in the corner near the sea, the Dark Elves were suddenly reduced in personnel, unable to resist the fierce offensive posture.

In order to seize this last opportunity, the God of War Pope even went to the battlefield to supervise the battle in person.

Fierce shouts resounded throughout the forest, and flames and vines went hand in hand, devouring the lives of one dark elf after another.

Their tree of life has been destroyed, and thousands of dark elves have become the last lambs to the slaughter.

In the ranks of the Wood Elves charging, the green light in Dinah's palms has never been extinguished, she has adapted to the blood on the battlefield, but her persistence has not yet given up.

Under her control, the vines are mainly protecting their companions, even if it is an enemy who attacks her, they will not be like that again, but will be whipped away by the vines.

From early morning to night, the number of dark elves was already less than three thousand, and in the last roar, countless wood elves rushed over.

And what about the dark elves, who can only flee and retreat from the forest, leaving only the old, weak, sick and crippled, who will end the life of the race on the shores.

The God of War Pope rode his tall horse towards the beach, surrounded by countless Wood Elf warriors.

The warriors formed a human wall, blocking the retreat of the dark elves, and the artillery in the rear had already begun to reload, and only two salvos were needed for the war to end.

At this moment, a thick fog suddenly rose from the dark sea, gradually spreading to the shore, and the God of War Pope clenched the long sword that had never been drawn at his waist and narrowed his eyes.

Rumble!

With a sound that was about to burst the eardrum, it seemed that the entire Western Continent trembled.

Behind the mist, where it was originally the surface of the sea, turned into black mud, and countless strange points of light looked at everyone from the fog.

The water vapor spread, and the God of War Pope immediately stepped forward.

The panicked Dark Elves reacted, with the enemy bringing death on one side and the unknown fog on the other.

There was no other choice, and finally, I don't know who shouted, more than two thousand dark elves turned and ran backwards, running into the mist.

The wood elves looked at each other, but the human God of War Pope walked alone, and even the artillery in the rear stopped igniting.

The God of War Pope's eyes lit up with a yellow glow, and it was as if he had single-handedly driven away the dark elves.

The speed of the war horse is getting faster and faster, and the palm of the hand holding the long sword is getting tighter and tighter.

Finally, after almost all the dark elves fled into the mist, the God of War Pope also rushed in first.

He didn't know why he was doing this, maybe it was because of the confusion about the dark elf magic, maybe it was the legend of this ghost island for a long time.

Maybe subconsciously, he just wanted to rush in and draw his sword.

As soon as he entered the fog, he reined in his horse's hooves and looked cautious.

As if entering another dimension, the dark elves were gone, and the coast that was clearly behind them was gone, and the surroundings were full of mist.

The long sword at his waist was finally unsheathed, and the golden light of the blade made the mist retreat for a moment.

Click...... Click...... Click......

Footsteps came from the fog, and a figure in rudimentary leather armor walked up to him, the fog obscuring the figure's face, making it impossible to see what it looked like.

"Why do you have to ...... like this?"

As soon as the figure's words fell, a long sword with a gap instantly slashed out, and the water stains on the sword body were heavy and cold.

While!

The God of War Pope drew his sword to block it, like a general, blocking a sword from a furious monarch.

With a sword, just a sword, the God of War Pope and his horse retreated and fell to the ground.

When he looked up, he found himself back on the beach, with the icy waters at his feet, the fog gone, and the dark elves gone.

......

The River Styx, the world's rivers and seawaters, are under the control of the sea god, even hell is no exception.

The eight-hundred-mile saffron is still bright, many years ago, it was the only living thing here, and many years later, it is the only unbroken existence here.

A scream of pain spread through the Hell, and another crack was added to the Ami Shell Fault, from which an eerie black mist poured out and fell to the edge of the River Styx.

Scarred Wells opened his eyes and looked around at the ruined hell.

The earth cracked, revealing a bottomless abyss, the sky darkened, and countless spatial vortices lay beneath the canopy.

There is no soul, there is not a soul in the whole hell, it is empty.

And in the middle of the sky, the broken black sun hangs, like a smashed planet, shocking.

In the lonely hell, Wells kept shaking his head and smiling bitterly, and the fragments of the black sun in his body were still stinging him, but at the same time, they also brought him a moment of calm.

"It's going to take a lot of work to rebuild this place. ”

A clear voice came, and Cassia was still dressed as a lawyer, squatting down and gently touching the petals of the Stygian Flower.

"I'll get it done, no matter how much time it takes. Wells said with his head down.

"Under my influence, it won't take long for them to wake up, maybe before the arrival of another world, or just before the arrival of another world. ”

"Dean'......"

Cassia waved his hand: "I said, I will pay my debts by myself, I will not help, do you remember the last sentence of Scarborough's school motto? I mean when you have not yet become a god." ”

Wells was stunned, and countless long-ago memories came flooding back, and it was a long time before he finally remembered it.

"Remember, the academy does not advocate the offsetting of merits and demerits, right is right, and wrong is wrong. ”

"I had some very good students at that time, and when they first started working on gunpowder, they got into quite a bit of trouble at the academy, and then I said this to them. ”

"I see, Dean......" Wells responded.

Then Cassia raised his eyebrows: "You seem to be a little bit of a talker?"

Wells hesitated: "You seem to be back, you used to be." ”

Cassia was stunned for a moment, then shook his head with a smile: "I've gone to find Alena, madness and chaos make her unable to find her heart, this kid is too persistent. ”

“...... I know I'll do my best to bring them all back. ”

Cassia nodded in satisfaction.

"Dean, do you want to start the Gwent card?"

Cassia is relaxed on the surface, but in fact, he has been trying to retrieve his memories all this time, and that part of the memory of the world outside that is crashing into Atlanta.

Wells's cleverness couldn't hide it from him, so he stood up with a smile and stepped forward to pat Wells on the shoulder.

"I don't have any business in my own hands, and I still have the heart to play cards, but you are really smart, except for ...... Brandi, you're the smartest I've ever met. ”

With that, Cassia didn't stay long, turned around and disappeared into the Infinite Hell, while Wells breathed a sigh of relief, and only then did he really know for sure.

The former dean, back.

......

The mysterious ghost island has picked up the remaining thousands of dark elves, which is something that the northern and southern continents did not expect.

And Ferrante's sword did not bring any damage to the God of War Pope, but only the simple power shocked him back.

However, when the news came back to the north and south of the continent, it was enough to surprise the delegation, and the Pope of the God of War was defeated with a sword, and this strength should not be underestimated.

So after some deliberations, the arrangement of the Western Continent continued, and the Poseidon Church began to search for traces of Ghost Island.

But a long time passed, and Ghost Island disappeared without a trace, as if it had never existed in this world.

This mystery has always been in the hearts of the delegation, but since Xilu has stabilized, their actions have become bigger.

One city was obviously not enough to satisfy them, so after consulting with the Wood Elves clan, of course, it was a unilateral negotiation, and a large number of materials and personnel were transported to the Western Continent, and the foundations of one city after another began to appear.

The demand for labor has solved the problem of insufficient food for human beings in the north and south.

This is also the first time that ordinary people have been allowed to enter the Western Continent in the name of laborers, but whether they can come back alive is not certain.

The Wood Elves have reclaimed the Mother Tree of Life, but at the same time, the problem that the Mother Tree no longer produces new instances is also bothering them.

This question of faith and race makes them unprepared to guard against the ambitions of the North and the South.

Time passed, and the whole world began to have confidence in the apocalypse that would follow.