In the dark forest, dappled sunlight shines.

The sun was very strong, but probably because the canopy was too dense, the light was still very dim.

Seeing the elven soldiers on the ground die, several cultivators not far away came over together, and one of them said in a deep voice, "You killed it?" ”

"Or else? Don't you see it trying to get a weapon? The fierce man who had slashed the elven captives with a knife turned his head to look at the comer, and said in an unkind tone, tearing a piece of cloth from the corpse with one hand and wiping the blood-stained spirit soldier.

"Can the price of a living and a dead be the same?"

"So what does it matter? Anyway, even if it is alive, when it is carried out, as long as it leaves the boundary of the projection, it will still die, and it will not be alive anyway, so what does it matter if it is killed early? The man said nonchalantly, his eyes suddenly sharp as a lone wolf, "Besides, in order to catch this thing, we have two people dead!" ”

Stared at by his cold eyes, the Sanxiu who rushed to question had no expression on his face, and was silent for a few seconds, before he spread his hands somewhat exaggeratedly, and said in a sarcastic tone: "You can tell the big bosses this kind of thing when you go back." ”

"Okay, don't fight, hurry up and clean up here, the movement just now is not small, if you attract other people, it will be troublesome." Another tall bald man in body armor came out to play the round.

There were more than a dozen people present, including six cultivators, and the rest were ordinary people who were proficient in firearms and fighting.

In addition to the dead elves, there are two human corpses on the ground, wearing black custom uniforms, looking at their appearances, from different regions, the same way of death, both are arrow wounds, the fatal point was pierced by arrows, exploded, and they were already dead, which seemed to be the handiwork of elf soldiers.

A few minutes earlier, the team had been lucky enough to catch traces of the elves' movements, so they chased them all the way and met the elven scout soldier who was walking alone and scouting in the dark, so, after a brief look, they launched a scuffle, and with the advantage of numbers, they finally knocked him down with serious injuries at the cost of two companions.

Unexpectedly, the elf who had already broken his legs still tried to resist.

It wasn't until he was slashed with a knife that he finally stopped moving completely.

Regarding the existence of elves, many forces have already gotten the news, which is also the reason why various major powers are actively exploring, but compared to the Thirteen Divisions, who are more interested in obtaining benefits through peaceful exchanges, the cultivators who invade the masterless projection are obviously much more "realistic".

Before the projection was opened, some private capital groups engaged in biological research offered hundreds of millions of yuan in rewards, whether it was a magical beast or a spirit plant, they all offered extremely high prices.

Among them, the highest price is the elf.

For the body of this possible "alien", countless chaebols want to get their hands on it with red eyes and use it for research, which is also the biggest reason why countless illegal cultivators are rushing to enter the projection of Central Africa.

If you can catch an elf and take it out, it means that you will get a very good reward.

This is also the reason why this team is desperately chasing down elven soldiers.

"Hurry up and pack it up, I'm a little uneasy, let's leave immediately, be careful of being robbed." A maroon-haired practitioner wearing short sleeves, long trousers, black leather boots, and chestnut hair suddenly spoke with a sad expression, rubbing a golden humanoid statue only one-third the size of a palm between the palms of his hands, which looked like a pendant, making a prayer gesture.

"You godheads always like to scare people." The man in the lead shrugged.

But the rest of the people still began to clean up the battlefield, spread the sacks, and walked towards the dead elf.

However, in the next moment, a person suddenly changed color, instinctively turned his head to look at a place in the dense forest, pulled out his gun like lightning, and didn't even ask, just pressed the trigger in that direction!

"Bang! Bang! Bang! ”

The sound of gunfire was like the beat of a band drummer.

Smashed in everyone's heart.

Everyone looked over, but they saw that the bush was covered with great gunfire and fallen leaves, but half of the figure was gone.

"What's going on......"

A monk opened his mouth to ask, but he was only halfway through the sentence and then closed his mouth!

I saw that during the pause in the gunfire, from a giant tree tens of meters high in front of me, a tall and vigorous figure suddenly fell!

His speed was extremely fast, like a lightning bolt, and he burst into the crowd in the blink of an eye.

It was only then that people saw the appearance of the person who came:

That is also an elf, wearing a gorgeous armor as bright as new, but it does not affect its movements at all, he has a young and handsome face, but that face, at this moment, seems to be covered with ten thousand years of frost, in the pupils, there is no trace of emotion, only almost overflowing killing intent!

If He Jiawu and the others were here, they would definitely recognize the identity of this elf at a glance!

He was confronting He Hunting Wu and the others in the projection of the Xia Kingdom, the elven officer holding the elven clan's "holy weapon Aurora", the disciple of the deceased Margaret, and the archery genius Harold!

"Rub!"

Harold burst into the crowd, an elven scimitar in his hand already raised, and the previous successive shots did not cause him any damage.

"Brush!"

In the dark forest, the sword flashed.

The gunsmith who had just emptied a magazine with a gun in his hand was split open with a knife and died on the spot!

"Ahh Be careful! ”

The perceptual cultivator holding the golden statue pendant next to him exclaimed in surprise, however, all he was greeted by Harold's backhand!

He tried his best to resist, but his hands were still cut off with a single sword, and the golden pendant flew up with the blood light, reflecting a dappled and brilliant light in the sun.

"Fight back! Kill him! ”

A group of people woke up to this point, and raised their guns one after another, and the gunshots were dense, and orange-yellow bullets sprayed out of the muzzles, spinning and crossing the trajectory, but Harold, who was in it, avoided it in advance like a ghost.

However, a few real cultivators in the team changed color at the same time at the moment when Harold unleashed his power, and then they glanced at each other, turned around and fled quickly!

As cultivators, they were clearly aware of the powerful aura fluctuations emanating from Harold's body!

That's a force they can't resist!

That's at least two grades of difference!

Escape!

Escape!

Escape!

Throwing away the sacks, they gave up everything with great decisiveness and ran for their lives, hoping that the gunmen behind them would delay for a while.

"None of you can escape."

Harold's figure was like a ghost, the scimitar in his hand was like the eye of death, everywhere he looked, there was no resistance, and he took out several gunmen in a few seconds, he turned his head to look at the several cultivators who were running away, and muttered as if he was looking at a dead man.

He "slowly" withdrew his scimitar, removed the bow and arrow from his back with his left hand, and pinched an arrow from his quiver with his right hand.

Arrows, bowstrings half-full, aiming......

Just then, a cold wind blew in the forest, and the blood-stained leaves were blown all over the sky, and Harold suddenly let go of his right hand, and the arrow filled with magical power shone with a faint, violet-like lilac glow broke through the wind.

"Whoosh!"

The purple streamer slashed across a distance of hundreds of meters in the blink of an eye, blasting the entire head of a fleeing monk, and then castrated unabated, suddenly and automatically changed its trajectory, like a flying elf, shuttling through the forest......

This is exactly what Margaret is famous for.

"Poof, poof, poof!"

Before they could scream, they were blown apart and fell to the ground like tattered sacks, their bodies rolling forward under the action of inertia.

When the streamer ran towards the last person, it seemed to "lose the right head", only to blow up the person's legs, and then dissipate without a trace.

"Ahh Other! Stay back! ”

The man with his legs severed was panicked and lay on the ground, watching Harold slowly approach, he shouted in horror, hurriedly pulled out his pistol with both hands, and pulled the trigger, but as soon as he raised the muzzle, his wrist was cut off by the scimitar thrown by Harold.

“NO！”

In desperation, he used his remaining hand to pull out the spirit soldier whose blood had not yet dried up, and pointed forward with a trembling voice.

He was the same one who had killed the elven soldier with his sword.

Harold walked over with a blank face, reached out, easily grabbed the man's hand holding the knife, and then twisted it alive.

After that, he bent down and slowly picked up the gun on the ground, Harold stared at the black iron lump with extremely disgusted eyes, thought about it, but learned from the human appearance, clenched, pulled the trigger, and aimed the muzzle of the gun straight at the man on the ground.

In the frightened eyes of the other party, he said in a hoarse voice in Elven language: "You will all die." ”

With that, he pulled the trigger abruptly.

"Bang!"

The last gunshot rang out, and immediately, there was no living thing in the forest, just a Shura hell.

"Rustling ......"

The sound of dense grass and shrubs running through the surrounding forest can be heard.

In a short time, hundreds of heavily armed elven soldiers poured out of the woods, and two of them came out, carrying the dead soldier on their backs, and the rest looked at Harold.

I saw that the blonde-haired Harold slowly raised his gun, slammed the magazine into the sky, and then threw it away, looked around at the generals, and shouted in a voice full of boundless anger: "Announce Your Majesty's Imperial Order!" The devil of the other world invaded my territory and killed my comrades, this hatred is not shared, and from now on, the forest of the elves will be washed in blood, and all the life in the other world will be killed! ! ! ”

"No mercy!"

"No mercy!!"

For a time, the projection of Central Africa, the huge floating land, the murderous air!

……

……

At the same time.

Completely different here, the other five projections are under the control of various countries, and the exploration team enters in an orderly manner.

And at about the same time, met with the five royal courts.

Five dialogues between humanity and the Otherworldly Courts are held on all continents.

No killing, no gunsmoke.

Under the dominance of the Federation and other large powers, apart from the painless troubles caused by a small group of loose cultivators, on the whole, there is still peace.

……

Federal projection.

In the middle of the forest, a diplomatic ambassador with a kind face, dressed in a suit and smiling, was translated by the monk, and spoke loudly to the third Harold in a loud voice.

……

Australian projection.

A joint representative of several countries stood at the forefront, and behind him, more than a dozen brightly colored national flags fluttered in the wind.

……

Soviet projection ......

European Projection ......

……

Xia Guo.

Shudi floating land.

Before the Thirteen Divisions array.

The ambassador looked at Harold with his chest up, his face elegant, smiling, and his hands outstretched.

Behind him, red flags were waving like a sea.

……

At the same time.

The Elven Court.

Inner City.

Palace.

Under the leadership of Ai Lu, Cheng Lin finally came to the door of the main hall.

Then, in the stunned gaze of the gatekeeper, the crisp voice of the Grand Priest of the Sacrificial Hall, Ailu, rose:

"Oracle, here!"