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"Roar!"

Edgar withdrew the claws that had slapped Hale's away, and shrunk his head, revealing only the thick back of his mane, and took Elvis's blow hard.

The huge ~ large white light blade slashed firmly on Edgar's back, Edgar trembled, felt a tearing ~ pain on his back, and immediately knew that he was injured. However, the wild druid is already rough-skinned, and this damage will not affect his actions.

Out of the corner of his eye, Edgar finally relieved himself when he saw that the stunned Hall was caught by another brown bear. He roared, his hair exploding, and he pounced on Elvis in an instant.

A dark yellow light rose from between the hairs, and the giant bear in battle moved with great vigour, exuding a heavy mountain-like aura.

Although he knew that he was inferior to Elvis, Edgar had no fear in his heart. He was fighting Elvis almost hard, and despite the blood on his claws, his momentum did not decrease.

What if Elvis is controlled? If you almost kill Hall at him, Edgar won't let him go, and if he doesn't beat him to the point that he can't take care of himself, he's not Edgar!

The elven dragon in the sky also came back to its senses suddenly, the owner's injured anger and the guilt of poor protection made its combat power explode to the extreme in an instant, and one after another wind blades that seemed to be like substance shot out without stopping, and with Edgar's attack, they actually dragged Elvis hard!

The melee of the three fifth-level powerhouses erupted with an incomparably powerful momentum, and the scattered wind blades, bear claws and giant axes erupted from a strong shock wave. Stir up the whole ground in a mess. so that the other elves did not dare to approach at all. Even if it's a fourth-level master. They only dare to stay away.

The surviving elven captives and corpses had been successfully brought back by Edgar's arrival, and were now placed in a remote and safe corner, just enough to see the entire battlefield.

"Lord Elvis is the strongest of our clan, having reached the middle rank of the fifth rank more than a hundred years ago. The elven dragon has just advanced to the fifth level, and even if the Edgar people of the fifth level are added, it is difficult to say how long it can last. If only Master Hall hadn't been injured. I can hold on a little longer......"

The middle-aged elf's face was full of worry, but he barely maintained his senses, and his analysis was clear and clear.

However, the young elf next to him obviously had a different opinion, and immediately retorted: "You still call him Lord Elvis?!" He can even kill his own mother, he's crazy! Such a madman is not worthy of being our clansman at all! ”

The middle-aged elf's face changed, and he still couldn't say anything to refute it. Although he grew up watching Elvis grow up, he felt that Elvis should not be such an elf. But facts speak louder than words, and the corpse lies right in front of you. No one is able to argue with it.

……

At the other end of the battlefield, under the Elven Mother Tree, the other two had a similar conversation.

Luo Yong looked at the picture of Pu Luoying's return, and his eyebrows were a little worried.

"Don't worry too much, kid. Your friend isn't an elf after all, and Patrick won't let them get into danger. The Elven Queen seemed to see through his worries and comforted him.

"I'm more worried about Alfred than about that." The worry between Rayong's eyebrows did not diminish in the slightest, "The three great druids have teamed up, and it is enough to deal with Elvis, but Alfred is the most difficult to deal with." I couldn't guess what he was trying to do......"

Now, the fate of him and others is tied to this battle of the elves, and if he loses, the consequences are not at all something he can bear.

The elven queen was silent, looking at the looming battlefield in the distance, her eyes were full of compassion, and her heart was indescribably heavy and sad.

Those warriors who fought and died in the distance, whether they were friends or foes, were all elves. Not far away, the guards who put her under house arrest are also elves, and to put it mildly, the people who died in this battle are all people she is familiar with and want to protect. And these people, until not so long ago, used to greet her affectionately......

As the queen of the elf clan and the sacrifice of the elven mother tree, Sriya is the most pure and soft elf in the heart, and she can't sit idly by.

But she didn't have the heart to hurt any elf. In that case, pray for them......

Pray for the druids who are fighting for her, and may they all live well. I also pray for those elves who are controlled by the silent creatures and have no autonomy at all, and may they get rid of control and regain their consciousness as soon as possible.

Sriya suddenly turned around, took out a scepter with a green body and golden lines, and held it in her right hand, the compassion in her eyes gradually turning into solemnity. The scepter made from the branches of the Elven Mother Tree was only used during the great sacrifice of the clan once every hundred years, but now, it is time to use it.

She looked up at the tall Elven Mother Tree, one step at a time, one step at a time, and walked forward.

Her whole body was restrained, but there seemed to be an invisible staircase under her feet, and with each step, her figure rose a little higher, and her expression became more and more reverent, as if she were on a pilgrimage, just like this, step by step, slowly, and firmly, to the crown of the elven mother tree.

The scorched scar was at her feet, and Sria looked up at the sky with her scepter, pressing one hand to her heart, her sacrificial robe lined with sacredness, and her soft eyebrows seemed to glow.

Suddenly, her lips opened slightly, and a light singing voice suddenly came out of the two lip flaps, as if she was not in the world.

This song is not like the joy of the sacrifice, but with indescribable solemnity and majesty, like Huang Zhong Da Lu, straight through the hearts of the people. Rayong was almost stunned.

As the singing became higher and higher, Si Ruiya's momentum gradually rose, a faint majesty slowly generated, the wide sleeves were windless, and there seemed to be a strange fluctuation in the surrounding air.

I don't know how long it took, Si Ruiya's voice disappeared suddenly, and the surroundings were suddenly quiet, but the momentum on Si Ruiya's body suddenly exploded, and the scepter in his hand also burst out with a dazzling green light at the same time, instantly merging with Si Ruiya's momentum ~ into ~ one~ body, spinning and rising.

From Rayong's point of view, he saw only a stream of green breath soaring into the sky, and then sprayed out like a fountain in all directions, turning into bits of green light and dissipating......

No, no, not dissipation. The green light, though ethereal, surged in one direction steadfastly. In that direction, it is the battlefield that has reached a white heat!

Luo Yong didn't know what these green lights were for, but he could also feel that the energy inside was peaceful and full of vitality, which was only good for the elves, not harmful.

But now he doesn't care about paying attention to that.

After the green light rushed into the sky, Siria suddenly lost her voice, and Rayong was worried, so he didn't care about it, and hurriedly rushed to the mother tree to check.

Sriya had fallen to the ground at some point, and mouthfuls of blood poured out of her mouth and fell to the ground, where they had gathered into a small puddle, and even the feet of her robe were stained red with blood. That's not all, Siriya's face was pale, her whole person's breath was sluggish, the energy fluctuations on her body were almost none, and the whole person looked like she was dying.

The only thing that remained intact here was the scepter that had always been held tightly in the palm of Sriya's hand. The glow on the scepter, though diminished, was clearly not to the point of damage.

Luo Yong was slightly stunned, then immediately rushed up, helped her up lightly, and asked in a rare cold voice: "No matter how powerful the blessing is, it shouldn't make you like this!" What the hell is going on? ”

In a hurry, Rayong didn't even need an honorific title~

"Gott~"

Siriya subconsciously turned sideways, so as not to vomit blood from falling on the clothes of the two of them, and breathed a sigh of relief before saying in an inaudible voice: "I took the medicine of forbidden power before. ”

As soon as she said a word, she couldn't help but vomit a mouthful of blood again, and she had no intention of stopping at all.

Hearing this, Luo Yong's voice carried a hint of anger out of thin air: "So you ignored the prohibition and forcibly used the strength that your body can't withstand at all?!" ”

Rayong didn't know where this anger came from, but when he saw her like this, he couldn't help but feel that his heart was on fire, and he felt that it shouldn't be like this.

At this moment, the scroll of the "Faun Shen Jue" in the sea of Rayong's knowledge suddenly moved, exuding an almost undetectable fluctuation.

At the same time, the scepter held in Sriya's hand suddenly lit up, and the golden lines on the scepter moved like a spirit snake, almost like a living thing.

Rayong wasn't sure if this was a normal reaction, but his mind couldn't help but be tugged, staring at the change in the scepter.

The speed of the golden veins became faster and faster, and Rayong's eyes soon couldn't keep up with its speed, only to see the golden light on the scepter scurrying around, revealing a strange rhythm~ movement, and there seemed to be a strange fluctuation.

As this fluctuation occurred, the leaves of the mother tree suddenly trembled, and the whole tree trembled slightly as if it were alive.

Suddenly.

The golden-green light on the scepter skyrocketed, shattering into powder in an instant like disintegrating, and a terrifying force erupted in an instant, and suddenly retracted. By the time the light fell, the figures of Rayong and Sriya had quietly disappeared, as if they had never been seen.

In the same place, except for a pool of blood, there was not even the slightest trace of struggle.

Just when there was a change on the side of the elven mother tree, the battlefield on the elves' side also ushered in a turning point.

Elvis didn't seem to know the tiredness and pain, and Edgar and the elven dragon broke out together, but they quickly fell into a disadvantage, and the dragon and the bear were covered with wounds.

Especially on Edgar's body, because of the hard-hitting style problem, there is almost no intact piece of skin and flesh on his body, and the sticky blood sticks the bear hair into a handful, which looks embarrassed.

Just then, Patrick arrived.

…… (To be continued......)