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After months of preparation, a week-long war, and a decisive battle today, the dust has settled, and the forest is finally calm.

The elven troops quickly retreated into the depths of the dense forest, and even the remains of the warriors did not have time to be cleaned up, and the results of the two sides were similar, but the elven side was more like a rout, and even Charlie could feel their weakness.

Seeing all kinds of elven warriors in a dead state, looking at the huge and palpitating body of the ancient tree of war after its death, and looking at the emerald green tree hearts that were dug out, a necromancer looked worried.

"Teacher, if we do this, will we have a vendetta with the elves, and the subsequent war will not end. ”

"From the moment they destroyed our three forward bases, there was a vendetta. Sival glanced at him and said calmly, "What's the matter?"

Those familiar with Sival's personality know that the calmer he is, the more dangerous it is, and if the necromancer still has the physical ability to sweat, then he should be sweating profusely at the moment.

"No, teacher, I'm just worried, after all, we're isolated now. ”

Sivar said eloquently: "You don't have to worry, that voice is the patriarch of the Sunset Elves, Green Wind, don't look at him who calls himself the Sunset Elf King, in fact, he is just a great druid, the real Elf King's strength is comparable to that of a legendary mage, it has only appeared in ancient times, and the power of an Elf King alone is enough to deal with the Magister Council of the Arcane Ring, which no longer exists."

The Sunset Elves are a tribe of less than 10,000 people, if there is no Tree of Life, their clan would have declined, and now the Tree of Life is dying because it cannot be advanced and has entered the state of twilight, I believe that it will not be long before we can harvest the Tree of Life's life branches, life essence, and life tree heart.

Once the Tree of Life withers, the Sunset Tribe will decline and eventually be swallowed up by us. ”

The necromancer smiled with relief, "That's really good, we have a teacher with great foresight, we are much more relieved, just follow the teacher, here I congratulate the teacher in advance for fulfilling his wish, getting those precious things, and bringing life to a new level!"

Sival smiled silently, in a good mood.

"Dean, there are some surviving apprentices of the main courtyard on the edge of the battlefield and in the dense forest, how to deal with it?"

Sival muttered: "This war academy has suffered a lot of losses, and many positions may be scarce of manpower, so there is no need to review their performance in the war, after all, they don't know about many situations."

Gather everyone together and bring them back to Twilight, and pay them handsomely if they are willing to serve us, and you can consult with the Vice Dean, Ms. Eliza, for a specific plan. ”

"And what if they don't want to stay, want to leave?"

Sival smiled indifferently, "Then let them go, no one with a normal brain will choose to leave, if they don't go through the teleportation array, let alone the apprentice, even the magister can't rush back to the arcane ring on foot!"

"I see. ”

When the man left, the necromancer asked, "Teacher, what are we going to do next?"

Hearing this, Sival's gaze fell on the soul essence in his hand, and a mist was rising from it, no one could imagine that such a fist-sized thing contained ten thousand souls, and they were all young souls with strength and potential, "For it, pay."

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The cost is a bit high, but my strategic goal has basically been achieved: to get enough soul essence and greatly weaken the power of the Sunset Elves.

Now it's time to move on to the next step, and that's what I was trying to say to you, immediately gather all my apprentices and the members of the Thirteen Black Prisons, I have an arrangement, it is related to the legacy of Old Fordin, and it is more important than this war!"

"Yes!"

The improvised meeting in the woods ended, and Sival quickly left with a group of high-ranking officials.

Hearing the meeting of the high-level leaders of the Necromancer Academy, Charlie understood how much intention and design the initiator of such an abrupt war contained, and he also deeply understood what kind of person Sivar was.

Cold, selfish, crazy, arrogant, to the extreme, it can be said that he is an unscrupulous hero.

More than twenty high-level mages of the Necromancer Academy, including even a few Magisters, hundreds of mid-level faculty members, more than 3,000 necromancer apprentices, and more than 2,000 apprentices of the Main Academy, all became victims, not including the thousands of wounded who survived.

It's hard to imagine where Sival will take the Necromancy Academy?!

Charlie would love to return to the academy now and report what he had seen and heard to the academy higher-ups, as long as he activated the teleportation function of the crystal badge, he could return to the teleportation hall of the Arcane Ring, but Sival had a bigger plan, and Charlie was worried about missing out on something more crucial, and he vaguely felt that something truly valuable had just begun.

Based on Charlie's understanding of Qianzhu and Leon, Leon's team should not have left alone, and they are still hiding near the frontier battlefield, believing that under the propaganda of those necromancers, they will return to Twilight Town, and there is no danger to their lives for the time being, and Charlie does not worry about their safety.

Sival left in a hurry, Charlie didn't dare to get too close, and couldn't keep up with him, so he simply set his eyes on his apprentice, that old necromancer, as long as he stared at him, he would definitely be able to catch up with Sival's big plan, and it was much easier to follow him.

After a few eavesdropping, Charlie had a rough idea of who he was, his name was Andrew, the oldest of Sivar's surviving apprentices, who was trusted by the Necromancer and assigned some of the more core tasks.

Charlie turned on the shadow of the cover and hung far behind Andrew, with the forest as a cover, Andrew was completely unlikely to find himself.

After shuttling through the forest for nearly ten kilometers, a withered woodland appeared in the field of vision, and in the center of the woodland was a ruin, and many undead apprentices were busy in the ruins, cleaning up the garbage and trying to dig something valuable from the garbage.

This is it, and this should be one of the three forward bases that have been defeated by the Sunset Elves.

The area of the withered woodland is about 20,000 square meters, and the trees in the middle are grayish-black, as if they have been scorched by a fire, and they are dead, and the rotting leaves on the ground have been cleared, and some twisted vines and mosses have grown, and this area is placed in the forest like a rotten black spot in the turquoise world.

Since there is no shade in the wilted woodland, it is difficult for Charlie to hide his tracks, so he can only stop there, but fortunately, the area of the ruins of the base is not large, and his sight and hearing are enough to come in handy.

Andrew was talking to the overseer of the woodland, and with no intention of leaving for a short time, Charlie began to check the surroundings.

Giant broken glassware, foul-smelling culture fluid, pools of blood that dried and coagulated, clumps of flesh growing wantonly, neatly cut pieces of corpses, were pressed

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The test subjects of the Warcraft that are dying under the ruins, the creatures that have been tortured into shapes......

Charlie even saw several dissected elven corpses and galls of ancient trees, this should be some place to do some inhuman experiments, no wonder the elves have such a big grudge against these three bases, they are indeed the most unwilling to see and the most hated things by the race that admires nature and beauty.

While Charlie was following Andrew, a depressing meeting was taking place in the depths of the forest, in a spacious treehouse.

An elder in a green rattan robe said in a heavy voice, "Clansmen, we have lost 31 ancient war trees, 982 brave elven warriors, including 1 grand druid, 31 official druids and nearly a hundred apprentices, the loss of mounts has not yet been counted, many mounts have fled into the dense forest, this is the biggest loss suffered by the Sunset elves since they migrated here! Almost the most elite strength of our clan! After this battle, our strength has dropped by two levels, and the situation is quite bad. ”

There was silence in the treehouse.

An old man in vine armor said angrily: "It's all to blame for those damn hell creatures, they actually summoned a three-headed dog of hell, if it weren't for its containment, we could have fought a beautiful battle! Our war ancient tree is unstoppable! Those stinky corpses are just a pile of garbage!!"

"Fury, don't say if, no if, I don't want to hear the word 'if'!"

"What do you mean? Laugh at me? I and my troops did our best, and when I left the battlefield, my arm was still broken, and you blame me now?!"

"If it weren't for your suggestion of attacking them head-on, would we have launched a decisive battle with them in that area?!" a green-eared old man blushed and retorted loudly: "The forest is our territory, obviously there are more ways to harass them, we can completely grind them to death little by little, let them slowly collapse, but for a little longer." You can't wait, but the result? The main force is completely wiped out, and we now don't even have the strength to protect the tree of life. ”

"They've lost a lot of money! Everybody is the same......"

For a while, you stared at me and I stared at you in the treehouse, and the atmosphere suddenly became tense.

"Okay!Quiet!!" The old man in the vine robe stomped his staff and let out a low roar, calming down the entire treehouse, "Like today's decisive battle, it is inevitable that sooner or later, it was also everyone's unanimous decision to launch the decisive battle at the beginning, don't do unnecessary quarrels now!"

The Necromancy Academy is not capable of killing the door, and it is not yet the time of life and death, so there is no need for you to be so pessimistic.

However, I would like to emphasize that at the moment our tribe has reached an inflection point of decline, the biggest problem is that the Kabbalah of the Tree of Life is about to pass, and I have communicated with it once, it will perform one last promotion ceremony in the near future, try to break through the bottleneck, if it succeeds, we will be able to recover slowly, if it fails, then the decay of the Sunset Elves is inevitable.

At this critical moment, the tribe has suffered such a great loss, I am guilty!I should not have approved a war against the Necromancy Academy......"

"Patriarch Greenwind, I can't blame you for this, what those undead have done is really outrageous, they are simply not a group of people! too selfish! too vicious!"

Green Wind waved his hand to calm everyone down, and said, "There is one last chance now, you listen to me." ”

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