"Whew!"

A sword stabbed a black elf with a broken leg to death, and Margaret whipped the blood from the blade of the sword wearily.

At this moment, she has been fighting for a day and a night.

From last night, the defense area she was in charge of was attacked, to these two nights, she barely rested in the middle, either fighting, or rectifying the defense line and directing the rescue, such a high-intensity consumption made her physical and mental wear and tear a lot.

Margaret, however, only took a breath and threw herself back at the wall.

She didn't want to stop, because she knew that maybe tonight would be the end of her life.

"After death, there is a long sleep."

When her subordinates advised her to rest, she always said this.

However, when she rushed to the city wall, she unexpectedly found that there was no enemy in sight.

"Huh?"

Margaret was a little stunned in a trance, and the continuous killing made her brain a little unclear, and she didn't quite understand the situation in front of her.

It wasn't until the sound of the wooden flute came from nowhere, that she suddenly realized it.

This voice is the army's call to renovate.

It means that the whole army rests in place.

"The enemy has retreated?"

Margaret leaned against the red-stained wall, surprised.

She looked far away, and saw that under the city walls, the black elves receded like a tide, and disappeared into the dense forest with scattered arrows.

No.

Instead of disappearing, they just ran out of range of the bow and arrow to rest.

"My lord, they've retreated for the time being."

One of his men came running and said.

"Tell me to go down, and everyone rest! Hurry up, they may be back soon! ”

"Yes!"

There was no shortage of things like this in previous combat experiences, and the Black Elves were not tireless creatures, they only succumbed to some kind of thirst for blood and killing, but they were just as tired.

The retreat of the enemy was only temporary, and the rest was for a better attack.

Margaret knew this.

But she still couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

The nerves that had been tense for a day and a night suddenly relaxed, and exhaustion instantly overwhelmed her, and she coughed and spat out a mouthful of blood, and Margaret sat down leaning against the dark bluestone, which was stained with blood and looked wet, which made her very uncomfortable.

"Sir, take a sip of water."

An elven soldier approached and handed her a hydration bag.

Margaret touched her waist and found that the water bag had already been punctured in the battle, she nodded, took it, unscrewed it, and swallowed it in a big gulp, the cold water ran through the throat, stimulating the empty stomach, she shivered instantly, but she didn't feel hungry inexplicably, just nausea and nausea.

Margaret looked around, and at this moment, the city walls were still bleak.

At this moment, on the blood-stained city, the tired soldiers dragged up the corpses of their companions and temporarily stuffed them into the city tower for storage, as for the enemy's, they were all thrown down directly, and the long city wall was like a blood line, with gunpowder smoke and bloody gas.

The soldiers were exhausted, and the wounded lay side by side, waiting for the few elves who knew how to heal magic.

However, medical resources are always in short supply, but fortunately, people don't seem to care very much.

After all, if nothing else, after tonight, everyone will die, so it may not be bad to take a step earlier.

"My lord, Marshal Luo Jia has called a meeting."

A soldier came running and said to Margaret.

"I know, you will guard the city for me for the time being." The latter responded.

"Yes."

Holding her tired, even numb body, to her feet, Margaret pulled a large leaf from her hand, wiped the flesh and blood from her armor, thought about it, and carefully poured the last water in the water bag into her palm, and washed her face.

Although this behavior may seem a bit hypocritical.

But......

No matter how masculine she looks, she's still a girl.

Girls always love beauty.

If it weren't for the war, she would probably have donned a cotton dress and gone with Ailu to the moon worship festival, one of the great festivals held by the royal court every year, on the brightest night of the two months, in the squares of various cities and villages, candles and bonfires were lit, and the local elders led the worship of the gods.

The dance for the ceremony needs to be rehearsed a month in advance, and Elu is selected every time, she seems to have an innate talent for dancing, and she can be one of the most eye-catching focuses of the ceremony every time, but Margaret is much worse, her talent seems to be all in archery, oh, and martial arts...... In short, they are all very unladylike aspects.

This made her extremely frustrated.

In times of peace, who would like these five big and three coarse things?

Later, Ai Lu naturally entered the school opened by the sacrificial hall in the city, and worked hard to become a sacrificial priest, while Margaret was selected into the royal capital youth team by chance, and struggled towards the "archery master" as a "sports student".

And then ......

"Ahem."

Margaret couldn't help coughing, she felt a hole in the armor on her chest, the wound had been sealed by her magic power, at first it didn't seem like a big problem, but now, it seemed to hurt the lobe of the lung.

Shaking her head, she shook off the water droplets from her face.

Simply combed the lower hair.

She strode along the rampart towards the Makeshift Tower.

At this moment, the sky had darkened, the afterglow of the setting sun had dissipated, there was only a pale and bleak color on the western horizon, the double moon was in the sky, the stars were shining, the city wall was like a thin silhouette in the darkness, the wind was strong, and Margaret's robe was hunting.

She walked all the way, and all she saw on both sides were wounded and resting warriors.

The older ones were silently closing their eyes to rest, while the obviously immature young soldiers stared blankly at Shuangyue, and when they saw her approaching, they would subconsciously look over, and for some reason, Margaret always felt that the gaze was extremely heavy, and she couldn't breathe.

Hurried to the council city tower, there were already a lot of people here.

When he saw her coming, one of the elves said, "Everyone is here." ”

Margaret counted and found that two familiar faces were not present, meaning they had died.

"Be quiet."

Marshal Loga spoke, holding a piece of paper that seemed to be a list of casualties.

"Now that we are all together, I will announce the latest deployment mission, the temporary retreat of the enemy, which is expected to give us an hour's rest, but then, what awaits us is no longer as simple as the daytime attack."

After a pause, Luo Jia said: "It is an attack that is dozens of times more ferocious." ”

"This is the latest news from the aerial reconnaissance elves, because Krum is already the last city, so, the enemy is almost all dispatched, and we will also face hundreds of times the pressure of us, and the consumption of material statistics is serious, I ......"

In the large camp, the needle can be heard.

Only Luo Jia's calm voice echoed, and every word he uttered was like a sledgehammer smashing into everyone's hearts.

The situation is bad.

Whether it is the number of casualties, the consumption of materials, or the number of enemies, it is desperate.

However, these extremely desperate news were narrated by Luo Jia in a voice that was calm to the point of horror.

The elven marshal was like a typewriter, pouring out information at a constant speed with a click, and there was no expression on his face.

"This is the marshal."

Margaret thought.

Perhaps it was Loga's voice so steady that when he finished speaking, all the officers present were surprised to find that they were not afraid.

The situation is hopelessly bad, but he is not nervous.

"Perhaps...... It's because I've been mentally prepared for a long time. "They want to.

Loga put down the papers.

Looking around at everyone, he said, "This is the case, and I believe you can also judge that with our strength, we will definitely not be able to hold Krum." ”

The battle priest suddenly asked, "Divine spirit...... No response? ”

When everyone heard this, they turned their heads to look at the girl standing in the corner of the council hall.

Ailu stood there as if she had lost her soul, and she didn't react to these stares.

Seeing her like this, the answer obviously does not need to be said.

"Remember what I told you? All we can rely on is ourselves. Luo Jia said calmly, "We have a long life, ruling this land for thousands of years, perhaps, we shouldn't be greedy too much, everything has an end, and tonight is the last night for you and me, and it is also ...... The last night of the tribe. ”

After a pause, Luo Jia got up, suddenly bowed deeply, and said, "According to the old calendar, tonight is the moon worship festival, and I am sorry to announce this news on such a festival." ”

The generals saluted one after another, with panic on their faces: "Marshal, you ......"

Luo Jia got up, waved his hand to interrupt them, and said in an unquestioning voice: "If you have anything to say, take advantage of this brief peace to go and talk to your family, pass my order, all the outpost reconnaissance positions, the sky reconnaissance elves, all withdraw, they have worked hard for too long, and now there is no need to be vigilant, give them a vacation, go back to rest." ”

"This ...... That line of defense ......"

"Next, I'll defend the line." Luo Jia stretched out his hand and pulled out his big sword, and at this moment, the magic power of his whole body suddenly dispersed, and a powerful momentum enveloped the hall, shaking like a storm.

……

……

The night wind is strong.

Blew away the dark clouds in the sky.

Because of the large number of fragments of the earth, the planet surrounding the elven civilization, in addition to the two moons, there are countless scattered shining stars, which are quite beautiful in the clear night sky.

Cheng Lin sat at the window, and he found that the perspective here was unexpectedly good.

The sacrificial hall is in an open place, in a high place, if it is used for living, it will seem remote and cold, but if it is used to look at the stars, it is very suitable.

The black-brown solid wood seat was moved by him to the window.

That way, he can sit in a chair.

Place your legs on the window edge.

Two rounds of moonlight splashed over.

Shine in from the window and sprinkle on him, face.

In order to reveal his identity as little as possible in the deduction, he wears a black coat with no logo.

Now, he took off his coat and covered it.

Blowing the wind and facing the stars.

It looks very laid-back and laid-back.

However, if there are people with extremely strong perception here, they will find that the spiritual power in this area is abnormally active.

Several silk threads constructed by spiritual power seemed to be connected to the starlight, and there was no end in sight, and the tentacles enlarged by the blessing of the "Silver Moon Cane" projected all the scenery within a radius of thousands of miles into Cheng Lin's mind.

In his field of vision, the world was like a two-dimensional plane, and countless scattered black dots were constantly approaching a red blood line, and that was the battle situation.

Or rather, a net.

At this moment, the fish are constantly pouring in from afar, scrambling to enter this big net.

Cheng Lin was not in a hurry, he knew the importance of patience, he had been waiting all day, and he didn't mind waiting a little longer.

Suddenly, he raised an eyebrow, opened his eyes, and looked out the window.

I saw that a brilliant light like the sun rose up, illuminating the night sky, like a brilliant firework, and powerful aura fluctuations came from there, rolling like a tide, obviously, it was an extremely powerful ability, well, in the elven world, it should be called magic.

The magic light group briefly dispelled the dark night, and Cheng Lin seemed to hear countless squeaks and screams.

The elven inhabitants of the city also saw the light, and then they raised their hands and cheered, and many of them shouted the words "Lord Luojia", and they recognized this high-level magic.

Unfortunately, after a while, everything fell silent.

No second light ever rose.

The inhabitants fell silent.

With that level of attack, even a big elf would be difficult to cast a second time in a short time.

And compared to the number of enemies' horrors, one Luo Jia is not enough after all.

They were sad, they wept, some squatted on the ground and shivered, some yelled and shouted to vent their emotions, and some hurriedly ran to the remote sacrificial hall according to their habitual instincts.

Even though many elves no longer believe in gods, they still subconsciously run here in fear.

But when they came running, they found only a closed door and an open window.

By the window, a black-brown chaise longue sits quietly, and the figure on the chair ...... But it has long since disappeared without a trace.

……

……

The middle section of the city wall.

The bright light slowly dissipated, and in the most striking position of the battle line, Luo Jia stood quietly.

He could hear the exhilarating shouts of the soldiers on the city walls, and even more so the cheers of the people behind him, but Loga couldn't laugh at all.

Ahead, a terrifying sword mark appeared in the dense forest.

Luo Jia accumulated the strength of a day and a night, and slashed out a sword with all his strength, revealing the power of the elf.

Anyone who sees the terrifying sword marks, the scorched black earth, and the enemy evaporated by the heat will realize how superb Luo Jia's sword is, and how powerful he is.

But...... Only Luo Jia himself knew that there were not many casualties caused by this seemingly brilliant sword.

This is especially true in relation to the sheer number of enemies.

This sword is more of a deterrent.

Moreover, even with such a deterrent, he would never be able to cut a second sword.

"Rustling ......"

Finally, the enemies in the jungle were ready to move again.

They tentatively approached, and were greeted only by the few bows and arrows of the elves.

"Archery! Archery! ”

There were officers shouting loudly.

But all that was ushered in was the weak and anxious cries of the shooters: "No...... No more arrows......"

"What?"

"Both...... It's all gone! ”

"Rolling logs? Stone? ”

"Run out! Run out! All gone! ”

Without?

They were stunned, and then they all looked at the figure of Luo Jia, but the figure that always supported their spirit was only feebly silent, and the hand holding the sword hung low, feebly.

Loga didn't speak.

But the elves understood something.

There was silence.

The soldiers numbly drew their swords and lined up, staring at the countless enemies that were coming like waves, like wild sand, knowing that after a brief moment of brilliance, they were finally about to reach the end.

In the face of such a large number of enemies, they will eventually be engulfed and devoured.

With a not gentle attitude, walk into this good night.

……

In the night wind, Margaret clenched her short knife, faced the wind, and said in a hoarse voice: "All ready, meet the enemy!" ”

"Yes!"

A childish voice responded.

Margaret suddenly turned her head, only to see that Eru had come to her side at some point.

She tightened her moon-white sacrificial robe with a hemp rope, and in her hand she carried an iron sword full of gaps and blood stains that she had picked up from nowhere, and was biting her lip desperately, staring at herself with the fear of blood.

"Elu...... You ......"

"I don't want to be a coward anymore." Eru said firmly.

Margaret was stunned for a moment, then pulled out a pale smile and said, "Okay, then let's go together." ”

"Yes."

"Are you afraid?"

“…… Fear. ”

"It's okay, after tonight, you don't have to worry about being scared anymore, on the road to death, there are so many people together, and you won't be alone."

"Yes."

"They're coming up soon, Elu, can I ask you a question?"

"What?"

Margaret suddenly turned her head to look at her, and asked in a relaxed tone of ease and relief, "You don't have a goddess of communication, do you?" Don't lie to me, I can see that you are lying, you are going to die, can you tell me...... What the hell is going on? ”

Hearing this, a complicated expression appeared on Ai Lu's little face, she looked up at the sky with a little sadness, and said softly: "Well, I did use a ritual to summon the goddess, but ...... There was a little bit of an accident. ”

"Accident?"

"yes, I remember at the time...... Suddenly a gust of wind blew in the room......"

Ai Lu said, suddenly, her voice froze, and a pair of eyes suddenly widened! Staring at the brilliant sky! As if he had seen something incredible, his whole little body trembled like chaff!

"Bang dang!"

The tattered iron sword in Ailu's hand fell off his hand with a crisp sound.

Margaret subconsciously held her: "Elu, what's wrong with you?" ”

“…… He...... Here it comes! He came! ”

"What did you say?"

A large stream of tears welled up in Ailu's eyes, her eyes were red, as if she had been overwhelmed by some emotion, she grabbed Margaret's arm with both hands, hoarsely cried out in her throat, "Wind ...... Here it comes!!! ”