You have to say that the elves are one of the most successful creations of the Creator in this world, with almost perfect appearance, long life, and good attributes.

Although the rate of growth is very slow, and whether or not you can develop further on the path of a professional, it depends mainly on natural strengths, rather than relying more on individual efforts to make progress like human beings.

But elves are still the envy of countless species.

For players, how to become an elf clan is a very hot topic, and no one has succeeded so far, but some people are using various ways to brush the favorability of the elf clan.

It is also important for biologists from all over the world to study the DNA and other institutions of the elves in the game.

Although this is not possible with the technical level of the game, the replacement of technology with magic has been listed as a world-class topic, and the day is already predictable.

At this time, the elves showed some fear, and they may have become an experienced professional in hundreds of years of life.

But when they faced this completely mutated companion in front of them, they seemed a little overwhelmed, they were afraid, they were afraid that they would become so disgusting one day.

"My brother, do you remember what you went through before?" Legolas has traveled the world with demon hunters for decades, and he has seen the consequences of many instances of Chaos' erosion.

He was well aware of the physical mutations of Nurgle's followers, and he also knew that in the land polluted by Nurgle, this kind of unconscious mutated life would never have a chance to return to normal.

Not even a priest could perform purification, the pollution was so strong that there was no other way but to grant them eternal liberation.

Over time, this contamination will quickly corrode the otherwise pure soul, and it will not be long before they become the most staunch believers of Nurgle.

Only while they still have reason will they purify their bodies with fire and cleanse their souls with pain.

"What are you talking about?" The mutant elf said a little crazy, "Don't waste time, I'll show you the crops I planted!" ”

The mutant elf shook his head and turned to the direction he had come, and turned back to greet the others as he walked: "You're welcome, I've survived on them recently, and they taste good!" ”

"I don't think it's good, but I want to talk to you." Karui of Judtonheim swung his axe, and the tattoos on his face looked a little confused.

In the past few days, the Berserker has seen too many unheard of enemies and events, which makes his heart become heavier and heavier, and he does not know if his tribe can survive in the face of such enemies.

What's more, his people are excellent warriors, but are they willing to fight such an enemy?

Will they be able to accept this end that is far more horrific than death?

"I think the witch's words make sense, we don't need to waste time here." Druid Gastre pulled Legolas: "I'm afraid that your people will be frightened by what they see and lose the courage to move forward. ”

"Master, I know what to expect, but ......" The elven knight glanced back at his men, and the elves looked a little sluggish after losing two of their companions and seeing the horrors of the missing.

Although they remained vigilant, Legolas, who had known these elves for hundreds of years, knew that deep down they were afraid.

Fear the cruelty and chaos of chaos, fear the fate that is more terrible than death.

Especially when they still have a way to retreat, the Moon Elf ship from the open sea has docked on the coastline, intending to evacuate all the elves on this Far South continent and leave this continent that has become no longer safe.

"I hope that on this journey, I will get a group of soldiers who dare to face the chaos head-on, and we must adapt to the battlefield here for the future of the elves." Legolas gritted his teeth: "Let's go!" ”

Deep down, Legolas didn't have much hope for the Elven Court's 'Ark' project.

When he ventured with Aragorn, he realized that the elves were too weak in the face of this catastrophe compared to the battles and sacrifices of the humans.

Elves are more likely to be bewitched by chaos than humans, and this may be the result of this background.

Ranger Alex whispered to the witch, "Are we just going to follow an elf who is clearly in trouble?" What if someone is ambushed? ”

"Believe me, those chaos monsters wouldn't have thought of such a clever plan, otherwise we would have been defeated long ago." Aiferar silently replenished a layer of psionic shield for himself: "I hope you will have an appetite to eat later." ”

The silver-haired witch was right.

The food that the mutant elves relied on for their livelihood in this forest caused all the elves except Legolas to vomit their lunch.

In a rare open field, several elven and human corpses were fixed to wooden stands, half-rotting bodies covered with mushrooms.

What's even more disgusting is that these corpses, which seem to have completely lost their lives, will also have a knee jump reaction when the mutant elves go to pick mushrooms.

Just as they still have feelings, every time the mutant elves remove a piece of mushroom, another piece of mushroom will squeeze through the skin and grow out in other places.

The mushrooms on the heads of the mutant elves look the same as the types of mushrooms.

So what is the state of those corpses is also very intriguing.

In this garden, eroded by the realm of the loving father Nurgle, the line between life and death has blurred, and it is entirely up to the personal preference of the evil god Nurgle.

And this preference is obviously incomprehensible to a normal life.

"Give them a fire of purification, elves, or their souls will sink here completely." A flame ignited in the palm of the silver-haired witch's hand: "If you can't do it, I can do it for you." ”

"Legolas, it's time to leave, we can't save him." The druid looked at the elven team behind him and decided that it was a bad decision to stay here.

"I'll do it myself." The elven knight took out a beautifully shaped torch from the space bag, and the simple lines of the magic array were engraved in it, and as the elf shook the torch slightly, the flames burst out of it.

The mutant elf stared blankly at the clansman holding the torch in front of him, as if he had completely lost consciousness, and became almost no different from the 'crop' next to him.

In the flames, all sins are burned to ashes.