"My lord, you should be able to reach it in another month's journey. If we can travel more than fifteen hours a day, we can get there in fifteen days. ”

A golden elf in golden leather armor moved his pointed ears and turned his head to smile at Monfila.

This handsome young man with long shiny blond hair was named Frister, who had been recruited from a previous village.

The village had been attacked by the Hellclans, and if it hadn't been for the timely arrival of Monfila, there might have been a massacre.

Due to the absence of heroes, the village's troops suffered too much damage, and he was the only soldier left. In order to take revenge, Frister chose to join the ranks of Monfila.

"Well, I hope your message will be useful, and in a month we will be able to find the so-called large army." Monfila shrugged.

During this time, he had already led the team to the edge of the Turalone Forest, and after saving the "Great Elf" Frist, he made the other party the captain of the Wood Elf team.

From Frister's mouth, he learned that the elves had a large army operating in the center of the forest three hundred miles away, and he happened to know a "short route", so Memphira took people on this journey that was almost indistinguishable from the primeval forest.

Find large troops, recruit them, and then participate in wars to gain experience points and treasures. Well, that's what Memphera is going to do at the moment.

Some time ago, Monfila tried to divide her skeleton soldiers into Kaori and Iseliel to see the ability of their hero apprentices to lead troops, but the system prompted him - "Not transferred".

After a little thought, it is estimated that both of them need to be transferred to become "official heroes" before they can play a role in the battle.

As for how to be promoted to an official hero, Frister is also unclear. After inquiring to no avail, Monfila thought that perhaps the only way to find a solution was to go to the place where the elves gathered.

……

In the gloomy jungle, a group of fiery monsters jumped forward in silence, completely devoid of their usual noise, which seemed a little weird.

However, as the lowest creatures of the hellish race, they do not have much dark vision, and from time to time they will make some subtle sounds when they touch the vines, which will cause a burst of tension.

The atmosphere is oppressive and heavy, and every monster knows that they are cannon fodder for pathfinding, yet on the battlefield, the lowest soldiers have no say at all.

Perhaps only the people under the command of Lord Ignatis will not become cannon fodder. The monsters longed for it, outlining in their hearts the treatment of those lucky companions.

"Stop moving! Rest in place! ”

The monsters breathed a sigh of relief as a muffled herald heard the voice of the Overseer, and immediately found a place to hide.

"My lord, there is no trace of the Phantom Shooter in the vicinity of two kilometers, and the surroundings should be safe."

A dark red Evil God King moved his arm slightly, and the long whip like a spirit snake swept away the dense branches and leaves nearby, and came to a swarthy strong man with knotted muscles, and reported in a low voice.

"Humph! Should it be safe? The strong man snorted lowly, and wanted to get angry, but looking at the Evil God King's cautious appearance, thinking about the recent depressing battle situation, he fell silent again.

The battle is getting worse and worse.

The strong man sighed, waved his hand and refused the food offered by the servant, and pondered alone.

Since being ordered to step into this damn jungle, especially deep in the dense forest, the army's losses have been too severe.

When he had faced the Barrier Clan's troops head-on a few months earlier, the overwhelming numerical superiority had made him feel that his achievements were just around the corner.

However, in recent times, the endless jungle shooters and cold arrows that cannot be guarded against have lost all their ranged troops.

The sparks that the Ma troops inadvertently rubbed out were living targets in the forest, and phantom archers could kill one with one or two arrows.

These dastardly shooters are swift and cloaked in dark green camouflage, making them a perfect fit in the depths of the jungle. Although he has treasure binoculars, he can't see them at all, and he can't pull them into the battlefield.

And I don't know why, the trees in the depths of this forest are extremely difficult to burn, and Magog's flames have little effect on living trees, so there is no way to burn the forest, and half of the original battle plan is scrapped.

Sneak attacks on heroic units like the one encountered so far are almost unheard of. Because it has always been in everyone's perception that the troops led by heroes are a whole, after the hero appears in the field of vision, the troops within a certain range will generally be pulled into the battlefield by default when fighting, which is also the reason why the team will not be dragged too long when the hero marches.

The forces encountered in this situation can move freely and are extremely flexible, unlike the normal way of moving monsters, which should be disbanded troops.

They can't get the bonus of hero attributes, and their own defense is brittle, but they can rely on special terrain and vision to sneak attack, which is really frustrating.

The Hellclan hero sat down, pulled out a crumpled map from his bosom, looked at it, and shoved it back.

It should have been lost a long time ago, but he secretly comforted himself, after all, the elves have few people, and this kind of force that can carry out special operations cannot be mass-produced, and with this method of guerrilla, the strength of the hero's own troops will be greatly reduced, and once it is surrounded by his own side, it will definitely be destroyed.

The overall situation was as he expected, although Gru adopted an unconventional tactic, training a special class of Phantom Marksmen to use the terrain to sneak up on intruders, causing heavy losses to the low-ranking soldiers of the Hell Force deep in the forests of Turalea. However, the war in the Hero Invincible World mainly relies on hero confrontation to win, and the existing long-range forces of the Barrier Clan are still in a weak position.

The heroes of hell were thinking about it when the Evil God King, who had retired earlier, came to report.

"My lord, there's movement in the west."

"Huh? Those damn shooters again, caught? ”

"It's not a phantom shooter, it's supposed to be the trail of a heroic unit."

The hero of hell was overjoyed, and immediately went west to meet him. Hoping to find a chance to fight head-on, he was holding back his anger.

……

The elf Forestt cautiously led the way, constantly recalling the knowledge he had learned about forest marching, and he sincerely hoped to lead the new master to find the elven army.

However, as soon as he bypassed a big tree, he saw the fiery figure of the Hell Clan's evil god king, and before he could give a warning, a prompt popped up in front of Meng Feila's eyes:

"The depths of the dark forest are full of dangers, and your carelessness has allowed the heroes of the Hell to find their tracks. The opponent has launched an attack on you in battlefield mode, so choose the unit you want to fight. ”