A mellow green wall of light that seemed to have substance and full of vitality appeared in front of the towering giant tree, and a hundred lasers comparable to the eighth-level single magic hit the green wall of light, causing it to tremble.

Before that green wall of light could disappear, a hundred lasers comparable to eighth-level single magic bombarded the green wall of light.

Ling Zhan hatched a total of two thousand laser scorpions, and these terrifying war weapons continued one after another, without stopping for a moment, shooting Dao Dao lasers alternately, bombarding the green light wall of the miracle tree, and bombarding the green light wall constantly trembling, which was very beautiful.

Three thousand in the distance, with a range of up to twenty miles, the attack power has evolved to the tenth level, and the bone spur insects of the first level are distributed on each mountain, adjusting their bodies, and three thousand bones are stimulated to shoot out, and they continue to bombard the green wall of light, and the green wall of light is bombarded with unevenness, and they look like they are about to be blasted, which makes the elves inside terrified.

However, the miraculous wall of light was worthy of the name of miracle, and it was not shattered under the non-stop attacks of bone spur worms and laser scorpions.

However, although the miracle wall is known as the word miracle, it also has a limit. When Ling Zhan hatched a total of fifteen thousand bone spur insects, and twelve thousand of them shot out of their own bone spurs, the originally mellow and incomparably green miracle wall of light also became dim under the combined bombardment of bone spurs and lasers.

You must know that back then, the Death Knights Army of the Hades was nothing more than a legion composed of death knights who were all cultivated by an eighth-level great sword master, and their attack power was definitely not inferior to a laser comparable to a single-body attack magic of the eighth-level single attack and a bone spur that was comparable to a tenth-level beginner attack.

"What should I do, Your Majesty!" the twelve elven elders looked at the elven king Atwood, who was still a little pale on the throne with anxious faces, and obviously had not yet recovered.

On a piece of magic influence crystal, the extremely terrifying laser constantly bombarded the miracle wall of light, and although the miracle wall of light was not broken, the light dimmed for a minute, and everyone in this palace knew that it was only a matter of time before the miracle wall of light was shattered.

The only way to crack it is to kill the Miracle Tree and destroy the laser scorpions that are hidden behind the Swift Worm, but with the current strength of the Elves, this is almost an impossible task.

The Elven Race's current trump card has almost been destroyed, and the Elven Templar Guard, as the backbone of the Templars, has been fending off the boulder bombs that are constantly falling from the sky these days, and they are very tired.

The other tribes of the elves are also constantly cleaning up the debris falling in the sky these days, very embarrassed and tired. Doss, one of the three ninth-level powerhouses in the elven clan, has not yet recovered.

Not to mention foreign aid, at this time, in the dense forests of Missili, seeing that Ling Zhan's forces were getting stronger and stronger day by day, the only two major Warcraft families that could fight with Ling Zhan's forces did not dare to have any conflict with Ling Zhan's forces, and at the same time kept looking for another way to retreat.

All kinds of conditions are very unfavorable to the elves, and the elders of the elves all look at the man on the throne with hopeful eyes, and their king hopes that he can lead them out of a way of life.

The young and handsome Elven King Atwood looked at the magic image crystal and played with the bow of the moon god in his hand, and said lightly: "Finally, talk to them, if not, then accept their conditions, let's surrender!"

As soon as these words came out, the twelve elven elders couldn't believe it, and their ears were only filled with a bitter and thoughtful look on Doss's face.

"Your Majesty surrendered, there are still 70,000 warriors in our clan who can still fight those hateful demonic beasts!" an elven elder could barely believe his ears, and his ears were very rude, almost questioning. He couldn't imagine a beautiful, elegant, and long-standing elf surrendering to that fierce, hideous, and arrogant lineage of demonic beasts.

"Yes, there are still 70,000 warriors in our clan, but do we have a chance of winning, Elder Rooney, how long will the Wall of Miracles last?" asked Atwood to an Elven Elder who had studied the Wall of Miracles.

"If the magic continues to attack at this intensity, the wall of miracles will run out of magic tonight. Rooney said heavily.

"Elder Bock, how many of our Elven Templar Guards are still able to go to battle without resting?" asked Atwood to one of the Elven Clan's ninth-level Sword Saints who commanded the Elven Templar Guard.

"Most of the Elven Templar Guards are already very tired from resisting those boulders, and there are still two thousand people who can go to battle without resting!" After a moment's hesitation, Bock said slowly, these two thousand people are definitely water, and many of them have not fully recovered, and there are less than fifteen hundred Elven Templar Guards who really belong to the new force.

"Doss, how much power can you wield right now?" Atwood asked, glancing at Doss.

"If you fight my old bones, you can also wield the strength of a ninth-level magician in the text version!" Doss stared at Atwood and said categorically.

"With this little strength, I will definitely not be able to resist the attack of that Demon Beast lineage, I am not afraid of death, but there are other people, civilians and children behind us!

The twelve elven elders were silent, in the dense forest, they still adhered to the tradition, maintained the simplicity of the past, and did not care about the lives of the common people like the human rulers.

"But what if we surrender the Monster lineage, which insists on selling our children to the slave market?" said an elven elder in silence for a moment.

Beautiful elves were in demand in the slave market, even though they lived in the Missilian jungle. A beautiful elf can be sold for as little as 2ooo gold in the slave market. He is one of the most beloved slaves of the aristocracy of mankind.

"I'll negotiate with Ling Zhan, the representative of the Warcraft lineage, if he insists on selling our children to the slave market, then let's fight to the death!Of course, at the last moment, Rooney activates the last magic circle of the Miracle Tree!" Atwood said very decisively.

"Your Majesty!" Rooney frowned at the command, staring at Atwood for a moment before letting out a long, heavy sigh.

Once the last magic circle of the Miracle Tree is activated, the entire huge Miracle Tree will be destroyed by the continuous giant self-detonation magic, which is the last resort to die with the enemy, and it is better to choose eternal death than to fall into the hands of humans and become a humiliating slave for a lifetime, which is the last and saddest killer of this forest elf.

Like the best science fiction blockbuster, the laser bombarded the green miracle wall of light, and Ling Zhan, who was far away in the Dolim Mountain sub-base, admired the miniature scout insects with relish, and faithfully recorded this scene.

Because the laser scorpion shot was too accurate, the Dao Dao bombardment could not show its power on the green miracle light wall. Ling Zhan's mind moved, and several lasers were randomly strafed and bombarded on the earth, directly vaporizing the ground and melting into bottomless holes, showing the terrifying power of the laser scorpion.

The faces of the elven warriors staring at the battlefield in the tree of miracles became very ugly. Being hit by this kind of laser means that the Elven Templar Guard, who has the cultivation of a seventh-level sword master, has all his strength and fierce fighting qi shield, and the shield will also be directly vaporized, and he will definitely not be spared.

"Your Excellency Ling Zhan, Favored by the Great Twelve Demon Insect Monarchs, I know you can hear me, please stop attacking for a moment, I hope to be able to talk to you one last time!" Atwood, dressed in beautiful and delicate magical armor and holding the bow of the moon god, came to the edge of the Tree of Miracles and said in a loud voice.

"You only have less than 1 minute, and if you can't impress me, then I'm sorry, I won't give you any more chance!" As soon as Atwood's words fell, the laser scorpions that kept shooting out Dao lasers stopped attacking in unison.

A fifth-level swift worm man strode out from the encirclement of the velocrat, bravely walked into the range of the elves, and looked at Atwood. One minute doesn't restore much strength to the miracle tree.

For a master like Atwood, who can advance to level eleven through artifacts, whether it is an eighth-level speedworm or a fifth-level speedworm, they can only be seconds, and it is more cost-effective to be a fifth-level speedworm in terms of cost performance, and they don't feel distressed when they die.

"Sure enough, the leader of this monster lineage has the ability to switch consciousness between different bodies!" a thought flashed through Atwood's mind.

"Dear Your Excellency Ling Zhan, I just want to ask you one question. If you can swear in the name of the Twelve Demon Worm Monarchs, then I am willing to submit my people to you and kill myself before you, and my daughter Laetitia will seal all the power to serve you in your mansion!" Atwood's words caused a great uproar among the elven warriors.

"Your Majesty!

"Your Majesty! We elves must not submit to those beasts!"

"Your Majesty, let's fight!"

"Your Majesty......"

“......”

On the Tree of Miracles, the young elven warriors are constantly fighting with their unyielding voices.

"Shut up!" the momentum of the Atwood level 10 master glanced coldly at the young elven warriors, and although the elven warriors were still unyielding in their eyes, they no longer spoke.