The patriarch gave the order, and all the combat-type wind elves flew into the sky one after another, and rushed towards little Harry viciously.

"You ......"

Little Harry looked at these people and felt a pang of sadness, thinking that when he first discovered this place before, his heart was very excited. But now the weapons of these kindred people are pointed at themselves, the prince of the wind elves, oh, the king.

"Kill him!"

"Kill this evil Dark Clan!"

The wind elves all believed in the patriarch, and their eyes were full of hatred when they looked at little Harry. They had already begun to attack, and all kinds of magic and bows and arrows were coming at Harry, forcing him to retreat again and again.

He can't do it!

The corners of the patriarch's mouth hooked up a sneer, did he think that he could stir up the people by running out during the sacrifice? Still too young. He is the absolute king here, his word is the truth, and no one will listen to a stranger's argument unless you can prove it convincingly.

However, it is impossible to give you this opportunity. Even if you are a king, kill it.

Yang Cheng was still hiding on the mountain at this time, and his heart was extremely anxious. As he expected, the patriarch had no intention of giving up power, and in this way, little Harry was in a dilemma.

"Why haven't those fools come yet?"

Yang Cheng glanced around, but there was still no movement, the people in the slave market were coming too slowly. In order to prevent the other party from breaking the formation too much time beforehand, he also specially asked Little Harry to draw a picture and send it over, so there should be no difficulties.

"Forget it, if it doesn't work, I'll have to go up."

Little Harry can't do it, but Yang Cheng doesn't have this scruples, and this can delay some time. However, just as he was about to summon the demon dragon to rush into the sky, he suddenly heard a movement from the other side of the valley, and the guys from the slave market had finally arrived!

"What's going on?"

The patriarch's brows furrowed, could it be that there were still people who didn't come to participate in the sacrifice?

"Patriarch, it's not good!" A wind elf ran up in a panic and shouted, "Humans have invaded our territory, and they have magic weapons!" ”

"What?!"

The patriarch was shocked, they had been living in seclusion here for I don't know how many years, and no human had ever come in. There is no doubt that if this was not revealed by Harry Jr., it was the human who accompanied him a few days ago. I damn it, I shouldn't have let that human go back if I knew I wouldn't have let that human go back.

"How many of them are there?"

"There are more than a hundred people in total, all with flying mounts!"

"There's no way, the whole clan is on alert and ready to fight."

In the face of this sudden attack, the patriarch also panicked, at this time, he couldn't take care of Little Harry at all, and it was the right way to solve the threat from humans first, otherwise they were likely to be wiped out. The patriarch wants to have power, it is based on the fact that the clan still exists, if even the clansmen are gone, where does he get the power?

"Don't be bullied by the Wind Clan, people, let's take up the weapons in our hands and exterminate these shameful humans!"

"Oooh......!"

The patriarch did have great authority, and as soon as he spoke, the elves had red eyes and attacked the group of humans who had infiltrated their valley.

This group of people is the slave catcher in the slave market, and each of them holds a strange hedron in their hands, which is not naturally generated, but artificially created. It is a common tool for slavers, especially against elves, and is a magical bondage weapon.

Boom.

I saw that the spars in the hands of these slave catchers emitted pale black auras, as long as they hit the elves, they would immediately make them weak, as if they had some kind of poison. As soon as the battle began, the elves were restrained one after another, and although they also fought back, the effect was not great.

The Wind Elves are also descended from the Anemo and Nature Goddesses, but unlike the Moon Elves, they are born priests with life magic. The aggressiveness of life magic is very average, and their attack methods are basically from bows and arrows.

"Hahaha, sure enough, it's a wind elf, we're rich!"

The slave catchers all had a greedy light in their eyes, looking at these wind elves was like seeing piles of gold coins, this tribe was really pitifully small, just a hundred elves, they could be completely subdued.

The elves were furious, pulled their bows and arrows and shot desperately. However, the group of humans who invaded their home were very prepared, each carrying a shield and riding a mount, so that their attacks basically did not have much effect.

Watching one of their kindred being suppressed by that damn magic weapon, the elves couldn't help but feel a sense of sadness.

"It's over......"

The patriarch's body was trembling, this accident was too surprising to him, this group of humans came prepared, they had no room to resist at all, how should this be good.

The elves began to retreat gradually, and there was a look of fear in their eyes, and although they had not left the land for many years, they also knew what it would be like to fall into the hands of this group of humans. Some female elves, in particular, had their faces full of despair.

"Ancestor, are you really going to abandon us?"

"Goddess, save us, and save your most devout people."

Some of the elves began to prostrate themselves on the ground, praying for the protection of the gods, and the situation before them was beyond their imagination, what hope did they have but the gods?

"Fellow WindClan, don't be afraid, take up arms and bravely resist, I am with you!"

Just when the wind elves were in complete despair, a crisp and firm voice suddenly sounded in the sky, and little Harry came.

"Humans, the Divine Wind Clan is not to be disgraced!"

Call.

I saw that little Harry stretched out his hand, and one after another wind blades quickly slashed towards those pale black auras, cutting them apart. Then, without knowing what was in his mouth, a golden light appeared from his body, enveloping the elves on the ground, relieving them of their bad state.

"It's ......"

"Heart of Life?!"

"The heart of the life of the royal family is the prince! It's really His Royal Highness the Prince! ”

The Heart of Life is the bloodline motivation skill of the Wind Elf Royal Clan, and it is only effective for the same clan, and the evolved little Harry can also be released, but at the cost of a large lifespan. But in order to save his compatriots, he can't care so much.

And as soon as the heart of life appears, everyone in it can feel the resonance from the blood, and no one can question the identity of Little Harry at this time.

Yang Cheng on the mountain shook his head and sighed, he didn't know the price of this move, thinking that if he knew that Xiao Harry could prove his identity in this way, why would he need to be so troublesome?

"Your Royal Highness!"

"Follow His Royal Highness the Prince and drive out the human invaders!"

The wind elves are crazy, and it is rumored that His Royal Highness the prince who has died a long time ago has actually appeared, and this is the royal family, the real royal family of the wind clan, and the only royal family!

At this moment, only little Harry was left in the eyes of the wind elves, what is the patriarch, it can't be compared. Although the prestige of the patriarch in the clan is unparalleled, the faith and piety that come from the blood are imprinted in the bones of every clansman.

Except, of course, the patriarch, after all, the mentality of the king is different from that of the subjects, it is the relationship between the brainwashed and the brainwashed. In any class system, the bottom deserves only to be the plaything of the upper class, and it still has a heart of admiration.

It's like they believe in the gods and pray for their protection. But in fact, the gods also have their lives, and where can they care about the life and death of these people, they are simply people from two worlds. The so-called faith is just a self-deceptive belief, to put it simply, self-comforting.

Moreover, power is also a thing that people can't extricate themselves from, and once they have desires, they are difficult to give up.

At this time, the patriarch's face turned pale, and he didn't know if it was because little Harry's heart of life hit him in the face, or because the humans who invaded the tribe were too strong and made him lose the confidence to resist.

In other words, this group of slave hunters is indeed extraordinary, and their combat power is still quite powerful, even if they don't use magic weapons, they can easily suppress these elves who only know how to shoot arrows, and life magic is completely useless.

Little Harry joined the battle, his attack methods are quite rich, and all kinds of wind magic combined with the elves' bows and arrows can temporarily block the decline. However, it can only be temporary, and if this trend continues, the demise of the tribe seems to be a matter of time.

The group of slave hunters could naturally see it, so they attacked very fiercely, the swords in their hands were wielded wantonly, and the sky was full of criss-crossing magic, although it would not take the lives of these priceless elves, but injuries were inevitable.

"Tribesmen, will you lend me your strength? I'll drive out these invaders. ”

Little Harry felt that he couldn't go on like this, and made a request to the elves for power, which was also the talent of the wind elf royal family, and the natural leader was naturally different.

"Your Royal Highness the Prince, what do you say, this is our honor."

"We are willing to sacrifice a qiē for His Royal Highness the Prince, including our lives!"

The power sharing of the wind elves is naturally also the sharing of life, and they all have to lose their lives. Generally speaking, the lifespan of the Wind Elf is much shorter than that of the Moon Elf, but the Wind Elf has an ancient tree of life and a fountain of life to continue its life.

It's a pity that this qiē doesn't belong to the Wind Elf clan anymore.

The elves did not hesitate at all, and let Little Harry claim his life, and the pink light was connected to Little Harry in the sky, and at this time, Little Harry was like a god, shining with pink light, and the breath of life was getting stronger and stronger.

The slave catchers all stopped, they frowned and stared at little Harry in the sky, they all felt a threat, and little Harry now had an extremely powerful force coming out of his body.

Call.

The pink light slowly turned white under the incantation chanting of little Harry, and a wind began to appear around him, and this posture seemed to be preparing for a large magic.

"This ...... It's ......"

The patriarch's eyes widened suddenly, he looked up at little Harry blankly, and said with trembling lips: "Forbidden. Fury?! ”