A year ago, the Knights of the Holy Thorns used the teleportation array to catch the Elven Court by surprise, and in one fell swoop pulled the battle line to the nearest city to the Northern Court, Jindoraili.

A year later, the city has not fallen, but has become more majestic. Countless war-baptized elven warriors hid on wooden battlements and skillfully drew their bows and arrows, and the piercing sonic boom resounded throughout the battlefield.

Finally, another wave of attacks from humans was repelled by them. The Treants swapped places with the Elven Samurai, closing the gap with their bodies while the flying branches were on the lookout for potential sneak attackers.

"Wolfe, get some rest."

Not far away, the middle-aged elf gestured to the elf Wolf to rest, and then he himself held his weapon and lay down on the ground with his eyes closed. On the battlefield, they must do everything they can to maintain their physical strength in order to be able to cope with the next high-intensity battle.

Wolf did so without saying a word, even though he couldn't hear what the middle-aged elf was saying.

On the battlefield, all elves of his grade are deaf.

It's not a collective physical defect, or deafness caused by injuries sustained on the battlefield, but they puncture their own eardrums...... To be better and faster to become a warrior.

If there had been no war, perhaps every elf would have been a musician. When Isis dissected elves, he found that almost all elves had two or more vocal cords, and the more powerful the elves, the more so.

On the other hand, their sharp ears also have an unusually sensitive sense of hearing, and with their wide vocal range, the elves have created more than three times as many spells as human mages, and it is even more fearful that the first spells of humans came from the elves.

However, when this talent arrives on the battlefield, it is a disaster for elves, especially those who are not yet fully developed. The sound of the bow and arrow scraping against the air was tantamount to thunder on the ground to them, and if they hadn't harmed themselves beforehand, the blood that had broken their eardrums and flowed backwards into their skulls might have killed them.

For the sake of the future, this generation of elves born in Jindorilly have become deaf, and the elves have an additional group of skilled warriors.

"Enemy attack!"

The rare tranquility didn't last long, and the human attack came again. The treeman, affectionately named Marianne by Wolf, gently swept his face with the leaves, and the elf, who had not been asleep, suddenly opened his emerald green eyes and jumped up with a longbow that was about the same height as him.

"The situation is not right......"

The elven elder who was guarded by the warriors muttered for a while, and with his vision, it was not difficult to see that this human attack was different from the past in terms of intensity and frequency.

All the animals and plants in the forest were still alive in his eyes, and a large group of knights and mages dressed in different costumes seemed to appear out of thin air, and they quickly rushed into the battlefield, forming an angle with the Knights of the Holy Thorns, who had been surrounding the city, and at the same time launched an attack on the city of Jindorilly.

The various blows that obscured the sky and the sun suddenly disrupted the previous rhythm of the battlefield. Before the elven chanters could react, several bullets of holy light broke through their defenses, and one of them happened to fly towards Wolf's location.

At the last moment, I saw that the tree man instantly tied the elf with vines and threw it backwards. By the time the blinding white light flashed and Wolf struggled to his feet, Marianne was in a raging sea of fire.

"No !!"

A terrible cry came from Wolf's mouth, and his throat, which had not spoken for a long time, was overwhelmed, and he did not know that he was dumb, and still rushed towards the tree man in desperation.

Marianne was his friend and his teacher, and she had been guarding Jindorilly for more than half a year before he went to war. She was one of the first to be awakened, possessing far more insight and experience than the fledgling elves of the time.

Countless wordless cooperations have made the elf quickly grow into a qualified elven warrior. Marianne taught Wolf to attack with vines, giving him warmth with leaves.

But now, she's going to die.

"Help, help, hurry! Please! ”

A flash of green light flashed, and the middle-aged elf chanted a spell to extinguish the flames on the treants. But before Wolf could rush forward, he was grabbed by the shoulder by the elven captain who ran over.

"Remember your duty Wolf, give me a return to your place at once!"

The middle-aged elf looked at Wolf solemnly, but the latter could not read his lips, his mind was in a state of confusion at the moment, and the otherwise silent world was suddenly filled with terrible noise.

Just then, he felt something poke the back of his hand.

Wolf quickly lowered his head, and found that the vines that had been firmly bound to his waist were slowly loosening.

It was Marianne saying her final goodbyes to him.

The mortally wounded and dying Treant used the last bit of strength before his vitality dissipated, and groped his way through the remaining branches and vines into the crevice in the wall, and then out of another crevice.

The cycle repeated, and eventually, she firmly anchored herself to the city walls, becoming one with her former compatriots.

When the dust settled, Marianne the Treant became part of the great walls of Kindorelli.

"Go boy, go fight."

The middle-aged elf bent down to pick up a green fruit that had fallen at Wolfe's feet, the fruit of Marianne in 690 A.D., which she had picked before it could reach maturity because of the war, and later gave it to Wolf as his birthday present in 691.

The fruit of the treants was also their seed, and the elf held the fruit and chanted a mantra, and soon a bud burst out of its skin.

Wolf took the shoot and placed it on Marianne's torso, which lay on the ground.

Countless milky white filaments stretched out from the other side of the fruit, and it quickly took root, entangled with Marianne and the other dead treemen, and quickly grew into a new tree.

The terrible sound of bows and arrows pierced the sky again, and slammed into the Knights of the Holy Thorns according to the trajectory of the holy light.

However, despite the more ferocious response of the elves, they were unable to undo the depraving situation.

There were so many people that in the end, even the Knights of the Holy Thorns retreated into the background, and the army of players completely took over every corner of Jindorilly.

"Damn, what's the situation?!"

As soon as Liu Chenyang got out of the portal, he was startled by the crowded scene outside, and he didn't know which supermarket was discounted, and TMD didn't even have a place to put his feet! How does this work?