Worthy of being a great magician of the undead, an instant shot is a seventh-order undead spell "Death Withering", while mentally impacting the enemy, depriving him of his life force, and using it to deal with a magic apprentice, under normal circumstances, it is almost a one-hit killing situation.

Fortunately, Charlie is talented, mentally powerful and often strong, he quickly woke up from the mental impact, and the high shadow resistance reduced the effect of Death Wither by at least 30%, and under the effect of many conditions, he got the opportunity to break free from Death Withering and escaped.

With just a stroke of magic, Sival put Charlie in a life-and-death crisis.

Charlie really understands how big a gap there is between a level 9 warrior and an 18-level mage!

Although Charlie escaped from the range of Death Wither, the elves around him did not have this ability, and they watched in the green mist, aging rapidly, and finally fell into the range of death and withering.

Sival frowned, the dignified Grand Magus attacked a first-year magic apprentice, or sneak attack, but he didn't kill him, not even seriously injured, which made Sival very dissatisfied.

At this time, Green Wind appeared in front of the elven battle line, and I saw that he was wearing green rattan armor, with clusters of slender green leaves on both shoulder armor and thorn crowns, and deer antler-like branches extending outward, which looked particularly unusual.

However, these alternative warframes do have their own extraordinary, from a distance of nearly 100 meters, Charlie can feel the abundant natural breath, it has the same flavor as the "Twigs of the Tree of Life", and the breath of life is stronger.

The green wind waved his staff, pointing into the distance, and a glowing green light fell from the sky and fell on Charlie.

Suddenly, Charlie only felt surrounded by a fresh and moist air, soft and comfortable, the life force plundered by death and withering was immediately replenished, the shriveled body became full and plump, the age spots gradually dimmed, the complexion returned to normal, and the excess life force continued to moisten Charlie's body, penetrating through the internal organs, and repairing some dark diseases in the body.

The seventh-order spell "Life Bloom", after the blessing of the Tree of Life Guardian Set, the healing effect is quite amazing, even if a person on the verge of death is given such a treatment, he can be saved.

Facing Sival's attention from afar, Charlie silently turned on the shadow of the possession, but found that he could not get rid of his mental lock, looking at his movements, it seemed that he had the intention of shooting at any time, Charlie did not hesitate to withdraw into the elf camp, and kept retreating until the feeling of being tracked disappeared.

After getting rid of the lock, Charlie quietly returned to the battlefield, but he didn't make a move anymore, just watched from a distance, because once he made a move, Sival's attacks would follow one after another, thinking that he hated himself to the core, and he couldn't care about the face of the Fazun.

Sival didn't want to communicate with Green Wind, and after losing Charlie's induction, the Yin Owl's triangular eyes drooped down, and he waved his hand, "Kill the light!"

An earth-shattering horn sounded on the undead's side, and the undead rushed into the elven line of defense.

Rumble!

The army of the undead and the elven defense line collided fiercely, the elven wood shield flashed with bright green light, hundreds of weapons fiercely clashed, people turned on their backs, and the follow-up teammates squeezed the front row forward, were pushed down and trampled under their feet, hundreds of pairs of combat boots stepped on, only to see the red liquid overflowing from the feet, overflowing the surface of the feet, and soaking the soil.

The entire front was in a mess, and the sound of weapons clashing, roaring, screaming in pain, the sound of flesh and skin, and the sound of passwords were mixed together, and the battle situation was extremely tragic.

You come and go in the air, flying magic missiles and arrows of various colors, and when a certain scene becomes a scale, it is especially eye-catching.

The bright white arrows shot from the forest made a striking trajectory in the air, and at the end of the trajectory must have been a slain undead master, and the elven hunter displayed amazing long-range dominance at this time, using his bow and arrow to press down the necromancer on the opposite side, shooting them so that they did not dare to show their heads.

The battle unfolded, and the battlefield was like a millstone, with both sides throwing their troops into it, grinding out horrific corpses and shattered undead creatures, and the casualty rate skyrocketed.

Although the elves fought a beautiful offensive and defensive battle, and the ratio of casualties between friend and foe was quite eye-catching, Green Wind still felt bitter, Sivar's determination and madness were beyond his expectations, there seemed to be nothing worth caring about in his eyes, no matter what casualties occurred in the undead camp, he didn't care, and what was surprising was that in the face of such a high mortality rate, the undead legion was like a demon, one after another.

What's even more tragic is that in the face of the frantic attack of the undead legion, if his side does not go all out, the battle line may be broken by the opponent, and the collapse of the defense line will trigger a series of chain reactions, which may cause losses, and make him dare not easily make a decision to change.

Faced with a difficult choice: should we fight Sivar to the death, or should we withdraw to the tribe and defend it with our back to the Kabbalah?

With Sivar's performance today, even if he chooses to storm Kabbalah's Tree of Life, Green Wind won't feel so strange.

"Damn, today's undead seem to be working very hard! Pave the way for Sival with their lives?" Morrowind stared at the chaotic battle situation, and couldn't help but explode.

Green Wind explained, "The creatures under the 'Super Evil Aura' are usually not afraid of life and death, and they don't know how to be afraid, this is the effect of the aura!"

Now that the casualty ratio is as high as 5 to 1, I want to see how much foundation the undead legion can use to squander!"

Green Wind shook his head and said, "No, you can't count the summoned undead, the casualty ratio is not as large as you think, it would be nice to reach 2:1."

But we can't afford to wear it out! Morrowind, withdraw our troops! Find a way to reduce the losses of the retreat! As long as we return to the realm of Kabbalah, we will be invincible. ”

Just as Morrowind was about to give orders, Sival suddenly rose from the local camp and hovered above the battlefield, staring at the crowd beneath his feet.

"Green Wind, come out! Don't just hide behind the soldiers, let your people come out and die!"

Sival's loud shout slowed the entire battlefield by half a beat, and his voice crossed the limits of distance and echoed in everyone's minds, like a roar in everyone's ears.

An elven warrior who had just done a simple bandaging suddenly let out a scream, covered his head, and fell headlong.

For a while, a trace of panic appeared on the entire elf side.

At this critical moment, morale may determine the outcome of a war, and no one dares to retreat under the watchful eye of a great mage, but if he fights, the warriors cannot retreat, otherwise, he will face the entire army of the undead alone.

Green Wind thought for a while, and said solemnly: "According to the original plan, you arrange the retreat, which is commanded by the morning wind, it is best to withdraw all the main forces within half an hour, and I will stop Sival!"

No one else could tell the difference, and the green wind rose up and flew to the level of Sivar.

Xival sneered: "I finally dare to come forward! Patriarch Greenwind, it's really not easy to see you! let alone have a life-and-death battle in public." ”

"Less nonsense! I'm coming!!!Sivar, you desperate madman, today your undead warriors will die under the eyes of the great Kabbalah, and you will be my defeated men!"

Sival snorted coldly, raised his right hand, and pointed his index finger at the green wind, and then, a gray ray shot out from his fingertips, falling directly on the green wind.

The seventh-order shadow spell "Death Finger" is even more lethal to a single entity than Death Withering.

And before the gray and white rays hit, a green light shield protected the whole body of the green wind, and the two completely different attributes collided with each other, annihilating each other, and the light mask flickered violently, blocking it alive.

Immediately, Green Wind swung his staff, a burst of intense magical light flashed, and twelve huge black eagles appeared in the sky, their wingspans were more than a meter, their teeth were sharp, and they let out a sharp chirp, and they all rushed towards Sivar.