When the elves and the treants cooperate in sufficient numbers, it can be described as solid. But unfortunately, the number of tree guards in Qiping Town is not so sufficient.

The Liddells gave the Eero elves eugenics, but there seemed to be nothing they could do about the Treants. Maybe they don't know anything about plant physiology.

Cesar has a brigade of more than 400 Rangers at his disposal, and if needed, he can mobilize a militia of 600 from the town hall. All the elves are good at bows and arrows, and under the leadership of the rangers, the militia can also play a huge role.

The battle was stalemate below, and the Cesar garrison had already replenished the militia of more than 100 people in batches to the weak points of defense. However, the number of Treants is a little too small in comparison. The tree people in their early 100s are really overstretched to defend the city walls in three directions.

After several attempts, the will of the swarm found several defensive holes in the northwest corner of the tree wall. A large number of wild beasts bypassed the obscured interception of the mountain giants and swarmed towards these few walled walls where the defenses of the treants were thin.

This is one of the defensive flaws of the Treants, as they have a hard time moving once they have taken root and connected to the walls of the Great Trees. The Garrison was eager for every yard of the wall to be guarded by a Treant, but the number of his defenses was limited.

Contrary to him, the swarm is not worried about numbers. The will of the insect swarm is leisurely divided into three ways, all the way to continue to play a game of whack-a-mole with the mountain giants, and all the way to continue to play with the elves on the front wall. The remaining thousands of wild beasts did not hesitate to swarm towards this defensive loophole.

The defensive situation in the northwest sector immediately became sinister, and Yolanda's team was slightly better, with Lord Canute at her feet. This Tree Man Elder is extremely experienced and powerful. His steely branches, with an attack range of more than 60 yards. In addition to this, a clump of sharp roots sprang up from time to time on the ground within 100 yards, making a good needle for the beast in a small area.

But outside of Lord Canute's defenses, the rangers are in danger. There were already a few treants who couldn't hold such a long line.

The beasts seized a few of these blind spots, braving the elves' rain of arrows to charge furiously. Dense insect corpses piled up into a hill under the city walls, and the following insects stepped on the corpses of their companions and leaped up.

Meet at close quarters.

A young ranger saw that he could not shoot the arrow, and he abandoned his bow and drew his sword, stooped and slid to dodge the incoming slash, and then pressed his knees to the ground, crossing his swords on his back. The melee skills that have been honed for thousands of years are completed in one go, and the beast that flutters in the face is elegantly dismantled.

If this were a heads-up in the gladiatorial arena, the heroic and graceful elf would have won perfectly, but this is the battlefield, especially since the bugs never play heads-up with you.

After killing the first beast, the second one followed. The valiant Ranger barely managed to kill it, and was thrust into the chest by the forelimbs of a third beast.

Before he could be stunned, a fourth beast had pounced on him. Immediately afterwards it was chopped to pieces, and flesh and armor flew in the air.

Enraged, the elves shouted the names of their fallen comrades, lowered their bows and arrows, drew their scimitars, and leaped over to slaughter the beasts on the wall.

However, their actions have put the area they are guarding in jeopardy. Several more walls were attacked by bugs, and many more elves were killed and wounded by the claws of the beasts.

"I'm still too young."

Seeing a large number of dead and wounded, the garrison officer Cesar sighed.

The form is getting worse and worse!

Even Yolanda's four-man squad and Master Canute below are in huge trouble.

Shout!

Yolanda shot an arrow that hit the face of a beast ten yards away. The sharp arrow sank through the gaping jaws and plunged into the nerve cords deep in the back of the head. The big insect with its teeth and claws shook violently, and suddenly lost its vitality, falling down the city wall.

It was a very accurate arrow, but she didn't have time to see the results. The young ranger flipped his hand back and drew another arrow from his quiver to his bow.

Set the arrow, buckle the string, open the bow, and release! The skills that had been honed for thousands of years turned into mechanical movements, but this time, the arrows did not go out.

Yolanda's fingers nervously kept pulling the string a dozen times, and then she realized that when she had shot the arrow just now, the tenacious bowstring had been broken.

The sudden flicking string cut the left side of her face, and she didn't notice it, her eyes still fixed on the target that was about to pounce.

Elven bowstrings are mostly made from their own long hair, and rarely have the tail mane of a unicorn that can be used by local tycoons. The bowstring is so good that it can even communicate with the owner's heart. This is an untold secret of elven archery.

But after all, it is not a dragon tendon, and the long-term and high-intensity combat has brought the life of this bowstring to an end.

Yolanda was no better than this broken bowstring at this time.

She gasped for air, completely lacking the leisurely sufficiency that she used to have around men. Blood ran down the wounds on her face, staining her chest red.

She tried to put her hands down so that she could put another bowstring up from her waist, but her violently trembling arms did not obey the call. The intensity of the battle had exhausted her, and her muscles twitched like electric shocks. She slammed her disobedient arms into the city wall, and she couldn't make the rotten wood-like arms obey the call again.

She looked around for help, and the rest of the team was no better off than her, but they were still fighting.

Tiri, this girl who is a little thin, super unassertive, and especially jealous and broken-mouthed, now purses her lips tightly. A pair of wild beasts slashed at her, and she didn't blink an eye, but instead of retreating, she struck off the insect's head first.

As Tiri ran out of swords, a beast on her right saw an opportunity and slashed at her back with a claw. This is the one that Yolanda missed because of a broken bowstring.

Phobis became Tiri's safest backing, this prodigal little handsome guy and scumbag, with two knives to protect his forehead, stubbornly withstood this slash for Tiri. The difference in strength between the elven ranger and the beast was huge, and Phobis was smashed to one knee by the slash, his arms cracked and an ominous creaking sound.

But he withstood it after all. Unscathed, Tiri stowed his knife to his waist and turned around with a blow, removing the insects' claws.

"Yolanda!"

Turin shot the third beast that was about to sneak up on him, and roared angrily at Yolanda. This gentle young man from the far north did not expect that he would one day yell at the girl he liked.

Yolanda did not respond to him. She found that not only her own hands, but also her whole body were shaking.

Originally, this section of the wall guarded by Master Knut was quite safe, and Yolanda's team only needed to attack the beasts under the city wall with peace of mind.

However, due to the lack of treant defenses and the inexperience of the young people stationed there, the walls in the northwest corner have fallen in many places.

Some of the beasts that climbed the tree wall jumped down and headed for the city, while more of them followed the walls to slaughter the archers who had lost cover.

Yolanda's team happened to be caught between two sections of the fallen wall.

The insects rushing from both sides squeezed the four-man team into a small space, and Lord Canute was too busy sweeping up the more and more bugs in the city to care about them.

As a last resort, Phobis and Tiri drew their scimitars and engaged in contact with the beast, while Turin and Yolanda continued to shield them with their bows and arrows.

This is the method in the Hero Elf Tactical Manual, but the instructor has also reiterated many times that it is a death struggle. Rangers who lose the cover of treants and tree walls will eventually drown in an endless sea of worms.

Because elves are mortal fetuses in the flesh, even if they cooperate tacitly, they will be exhausted, and insects are tireless, and they don't care about death.

Yolanda never imagined that he would be the first to collapse. Two of the four men bent their bows, two of them held swords, and they defended back to back, and they really blocked the narrow city wall for a while.

But the one that missed just now because the bowstring was broken became the last straw that crushed everyone.

Furbis rushed to Tiri's aid, his arms were almost broken, and Yolanda, who couldn't stop trembling, lost half of the team's combat strength at once.

The next wave of bugs is just around the corner.

"Hey!"

Turin threw down his bow in hatred and drew his scimitar to meet him.

Seeing Yolanda's uncontrollable trembling, Turin understood that this was the battlefield syndrome he had heard of. The arrogant new generation of elves thought it was just a legend, and they were so confident in their martial arts that they even thought they could die generously while talking and laughing, like all their heroic predecessors.

But they far underestimated the cruelty of war.

The facts are right in front of me, and my teammates, the girl I like, have broken that nerve. Turin didn't waste time waking her up, maybe today was the end of the four of them, in fact, he had run out of oil.

As soon as Phobis struggled to get up, two wild beasts had already scurried in front of him. He leaped sideways to dodge the pounce of one beast, and the scimitar aimed at the compound eye of the other beast and thrust it in.

He forgot that when he forcibly set up the knife just now, his bones had already suffered great damage. His stab was not complete, and it did not completely cut off the central nervous system of the beast.

The beast, furious from blindness and pain, waved its forelimbs wildly. Phobis was swept to the side of the waist and flew sideways, large expanses of blood splattering out. Fortunately, his waist is protected by light armor, otherwise this rub will also make him seriously injured.

But that was all his luck was, and he landed right in front of the beast he had just dodged.

The overjoyed beast immediately raised its forelimbs and was about to cut them off.

"Phobis!"

Tiri Chick only felt a rush of blood to her brain, and she turned back to rescue her boyfriend, despite the wild beast that was entangled.

Miraculously, the beast didn't attack her back, giving her a chance to get Phobis out. What a lucky girl, she is the only one of the four who has survived unscathed.

Turin took her place and withstood the attacks of the two beasts, the elf who grew up in the ice and snow of the Northlands had a stoic personality and superb martial arts, and his double sword opened the bow left and right without losing the wind.

But more wild beasts came up from the front and back, and the four-man team was already hanging by a thread.

All this was seen by Yolanda, who crouched there tremblingly, hugging herself and shivering.

The blood of Phobis was splashed on her face, followed by the blood of Turin.

She didn't wipe it, and the whole person was controlled by fear and couldn't move. But beyond fear, deep down in Yolanda's heart, there is boundless remorse.

Watching her companions fight bloodily, she regretted why she didn't usually work harder, and she couldn't be stronger. Why are you so useless, why do you keep shaking.

Because he thinks that the demons that appear sporadically are weak, he is impetuous; Because I have to dress up every day, I neglect the time to train; Because he put his mind on men, he didn't pay attention to fighting at all.

Tears of remorse flowed out.

For a moment, it seemed that the entire battlefield was blurred in sight, and the demons and elves who fought brutally were frozen into living sculptures. Between heaven and earth, there was silence, and only Yolanda was crying alone. An ominous black mist enveloped the whole world, and a melodious voice came from the sky:

- Do you regret it?

Be!

- Are you desperate?

Be!

- Will you give up?

Never!!!

A huge force poured out from the depths of his heart, and the frozen world was once again slaughtered. In the center of the battlefield, Yolanda was stunned to find that her body was full of life.

"Praise Helosian, my God!"

With tears on her cheeks, she drew her twin knives and rose to the top, killing the beasts besieging her companions without leaving a single piece of armor behind.

Xiaobai blinked his eyes and looked in the northwest direction.

"What's wrong, dear?" Hao Yun hugged her and asked softly.

Xiaobai pushed Hao Yun's outstretched face away and wiped his face vigorously. The two kissed for a while, their faces covered with saliva.

"It's dirty!" Xiaobai turned his face in disgust, "Take out your hand"

Hao Yun obediently pulled his left hand out of Xiaobai's shirt.

"And the right hand, take it out too!"

Hao Yun took out his other hand in a daze, what a pity, he thought to himself.

God-given opportunity, Hao Yun hurriedly seized the opportunity and was happy to be ****. He loves Xiaobai too much, and his love is pure.

Hao Yun paused slightly, and he stared at his lover's face. Hao Yun longs for time to stay in this moment forever, because even if he exhausts this life, he can't appreciate such beauty.

Xiaobai half-opened his eyes and became shy all of a sudden. She whimpered and buried her head in Hao Yun's chest, unwilling to let him see her emotional appearance.

Hao Yun lowered his head and kissed her, Xiao Bai closed his eyes and stretched out his lips in response to the lover. In this way, he couldn't see Hao Yun's eyes, which made Xiaobai's shame a little lower. She hugged her little brother tightly.

With the side face pressed against the chest of the little brother, you can hear the strong heartbeat of "bang".

I like it so much, Xiaobai hugged Hao Yun tighter and ******.

A wave of familiar and unfamiliar emotions connected to the depths of Xiaobai's soul. Her eyes froze for a moment, looking into the distance, a hint of playfulness at the corners of her mouth.

"Yolanda......" she whispered the name.

"What?"

"Don't!"

Xiaobai pushed Hao Yun away a little stiffly, and ordered Hao Yun angrily to take out the hand that had reached into her clothes.

This made Hao Yun a little embarrassed, and he stopped to this extent! But he obediently did so. Xiaobai often loses his temper inexplicably, and Hao Yun can't figure out the reason. But he loves Xiaobai very much, he wants to get angry, but he is a little reluctant.

Having said that, I'm so unwilling, it's all to this extent, I'm afraid I'm going to have to toss and turn leisurely at night.

Xiaobai pouted, and there was an oil bottle hanging on it. She straightened her messy hair and her clothes. The sweetness of her lover was disturbed, and she was also a little annoyed. Seeing Hao Yun sitting there desolately, Xiaobai's heart softened suddenly.

"Big bad!" She hugged Hao Yun and bit his ear, "I love you!" ”

"I love you too!"

"Everything I have is yours. As long as you want, as long as I have it. She kissed her lover and whispered, "But didn't you hear someone coming, big villain!" ”