The land of ghosts, Andile Lyn Manor, the silence of the night was broken by a howl of charge.

Ekirsson, as a ninth-order high priest, was basically exempt from sleep. For him, the night is a time to communicate with the various elements and communicate with the Eagle God, and through this spiritual cleansing, his cultivation can be taken to the next level.

Ekirsson is communicating with the wind elemental in the Wraithlands, and at a critical juncture, if the communication is made through his wind mysteries, then the control of the wind elemental and thunder and lightning will reach another level. However, this damn noise sounded at this time, startling away the spirit of the wind element.

"What's going on out there? Why is it so noisy! Don't you want to live? Ekilsson yelled angrily.

Ekilsson's sit-in was the only surviving small house in the Andierling Manor, and with a roar of rage, his guards came running in. He knelt on the ground and said, "Master, there is a strange group of elves outside attacking us. Kergash is leading his brothers to wipe them out. ”

"What do you call strange elves? Didn't we insert so many hexotic totems to make a difference? Ekirsson breathed a sigh of relief when he heard that Kergash had led people to resist, and then asked the guards why the hexical totem didn't work.

"Master, although these elves have the appearance of elves, they are described as withered, like skeletons. Their alternate bodies exude the unique magic fluctuations of elves, and they are also immune to the transformation of the hex totem. "The guards returned without water," and besides, their attack power is quite terrifying, if it weren't for our self-healing power, one blow from any of them would have killed us. ”

"So powerful? Where did this come from? Ekilsson muttered to himself, his mind trying to figure out the origin of the army, but he couldn't think of any clues.

Just as he was about to ask again, the wails of his people rang out in the battlefield outside. The wails could be heard as the cries of fear at the time of death.

"What's going on?" Ekilsson shouted.

"Big... Big... Master, hurry up, I... We... Top... Don't stop! A bloodied guard stumbled in, and he choked as he finished speaking.

"How so? Is this the power of death? The elves may have mastered the power of this taboo? Ekirsson's eyes widened as he stared at the dark energy that was constantly corroding the flesh from the wound, and his expression was incredulous.

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Hawksbill gave the order to attack when the Fallen Blades set off their first hex totem.

The rangers attach their longbows to arcane arrows, and the necromancers attach dark abilities to them. At the command of the squad leader, countless arrows flew towards the trolls, and violet arcane light illuminated the night sky.

Arcane arrows blessed with the power of darkness are undoubtedly a nightmare for trolls.

The trolls who were battling the Fallen Blades were shot one after another, and while they thought they could heal their wounds quickly, the Fallen Blades' twin blades shattered their confidence and sent them to hell.

The magus summoned a huge fireball that smashed into the center of the trolls, reducing them to ashes.

"Is this the end of the battle?" Watching all this, Ferendre muttered, "I'm not enjoying it yet!" "He was eager to fight, eager to use it to shock and wash away the stirring desire in his body.

"These Magisters are so ruthless! I didn't even enjoy it, but they burned me to ashes! Tyris said unwillingly.

"It's not that the Magister is powerful, it's that the prince's calculations are too powerful. Don't you feel the trolls' wounds covered with a layer of darkness? Only in this way can we inhibit their self-healing, and we can kill them with one stab. Ferendre said.

"Wouldn't that be able to clean up the battlefield!" Tyris said.

"No, I can feel that there are two more powerful beings! Like the troll that's slashing right now! Ferendre pointed to a troll wearing a two-headed bobcat and said to Tyris.

"Haha, this guy is mine!" Tyres was about to rush forward excitedly.

"No, Tyris, you're no match for him. Let's both go together! You go get rid of his two bobcats! With that, Ferendre rushed towards Kergash.

"Holy! Let me kill two brutes! Tyris said dissatisfied, but still thought about the two fangs and claws of the lynx rushing forward.

When Tyris took out the Bobcats with two stabs, Ferendre integrated Kergash's intractable play. So he stood there with his two knives and watched the battle, pointing and pointing from time to time, and the angry Filendre gritted his teeth and scolded his mother!

"Tyris! Come and wish me, this guy is not funny! Ferendre parried Kergash's attack and turned to Tyris.

"It's coming! You're terrible too! Tyres sarcastically mocked Ferendre as he prepared to charge.

"Boom!" A bolt of lightning blasted Tyris, who was about to charge, out of the way!

"Who?" Tyris stood in place and looked around warily, especially in the abandoned house.

"Two people fight one? Is this the pride of your elves? Since you want to fight, I'll accompany you through a few moves! A voice rang out from the house, followed by a huge eagle flying out of the house.

Huge talons at Tyris's head!