The blood elves probably didn't expect the elves to develop a way to crack the steel puppet so quickly, and the medicinal juice was hidden in the belly of the arrow, which was not visible at all, until these arrows broke and cracked after hitting the hard golem, and these powerful medicinal juices instantly corroded the thick and hard alloy skin of the metal golem, only to hear a slight sizzling sound flash, and within a moment the medicinal juice destroyed the mechanism inside.

These alchemy products are not high-level things, most of them have directly lost their ability to move, and the army of blood elves stopped marching for a while - without these steel puppets as a shield, how can they resist the rain of arrows from the elves?

At this time, I saw a person in a black robe come out of the team, it was one of the mysterious men in black! I heard him take out a scroll made of thick brocade, and a huge hemispherical transparent magic cover appeared on the top of the blood elf's head.

Suddenly, I saw that all those dense arrows hit the seemingly thin but incomparably strong magic cover head-on, and without even a ripple, it slid weakly down the edge of the hemispherical magic cover.

The army of blood elves was able to move on, and the black-robed man did not stop chanting incantations after casting his magic, and it seemed that this magic cover was also a magic that needed to be maintained.

When the elves saw it, they couldn't help frowning, but soon they were relieved, because Zhao Yuan, who was standing at the top of the tree, noticed the movement below, he didn't need a long chanting time, and as soon as he raised his staff, a two-person wind dragon appeared from the air with a whirling roar, and rushed towards the blood elves below with a knife-like sharp wind blade.

The wind dragon's blow unexpectedly shattered the magic shield released by the black-robed man, but Zhao Yuan was also in trouble at this time, and he had no time to care about the battle below.

As soon as he released the wind dragon with a distraction, Liemoth shot another arrow. His arrows are fast and accurate, and the eighth-order archer is not just talking, it is an existence that can really fight with Zhao Yuan.

What's more, now, all the entrances of the elf fortress have been closed, just to prevent the interior from being sneak attacked, the only open entrance is the top of the forest where Zhao Yuan is located, in order to allow Zhao Yuan to participate in the battle while also being able to take into account the unexpected situation in the elf fortress at any time.

Therefore, Zhao Yuan really couldn't leave here easily, so he had no choice but to be a live target for Lie Mos.

Last time, Liemos suffered a lot of injuries to his hand bones, and after a few days of recuperation, although he healed well, he still inevitably felt pain when shooting arrows, and at the same time tore the wound again. Zhao Yuan didn't know anything about this, but he sensed that Liemoth's attack was becoming more and more ferocious, which made him tired of resisting. Fortunately, the Great Elder gave him a crystal nucleus full of storage rings before, and it would consume him to death!

With such a belief, Zhao Yuan confidently resisted the bursting arrows of Liemos, and under his feet, the battle between the elves and the blood elves became more and more intense. To Zhao Yuan's surprise, he had already destroyed the steel puppet brought by the blood elves before, but the elven clan still couldn't defeat the blood elves.

The ominous aura of death around them completely restrained the elves, and the ordinary arrows fired by the elves had no effect on them, directly passing through their half-empty and half-real bodies, causing no damage. Some elves did not hesitate to consume wood energy, attached wood energy to arrows and shot out, but could only wipe away a small wisp of dead air, which seemed to have its own will, and after a while, it returned to those gray phantoms.

And the attacks released by those gray phantoms, the elves are not easy to resist. They unleashed a light gray air stream and rushed towards the elves, those attacks were mixed with the arrows of the blood elves, completely unnoticed, if an elf accidentally hit, the power in his body would be quickly lost, as if the bag of water had been broken, and he had to withdraw from the formation in a moment.

Zhao Yuan took all of this, presumably this was undead magic, and he dared to do this in front of him who was holding the bishop's staff, for fear that he would not die fast enough.

He sneered, and was about to cast a light spell to strike at those undead creatures, but suddenly felt a sharp and huge force attacking him, Zhao Yuan hurriedly added another layer of magic shield behind the light barrier, so that he could block this blow. Although he was not injured, he was shocked into a cold sweat.

Zhao Yuan looked down and saw that the extremely tall puppet under the feet of Liemoth, whose shell was covered with bright blue runes, was emitting hot smoke on his left hand, and the terrifying blow just now was its masterpiece. At this time, a red light was condensing in its right hand, and it was obviously accumulating the next blow.

Zhao Yuan couldn't help but be angry, this Liemoth obviously calculated that he couldn't move his position at will, and specially prepared two long-range attacks to entangle himself. If Zhao Yuan could still free up his hands to interfere with the army below under the attack of Liemos before, now he could only concentrate on defense. It wasn't what he wanted.

Fortunately, at this moment, he had a flash of inspiration and summoned Old Xuanwu. Old Xuanwu's silver shield was directly extracted from the mana in his body, and he didn't need to bother to control it. Although it consumes a little more mana, the defense power is also not to be underestimated.

Seeing the silver light on Zhao Yuan's body flashing from a distance, the silver turtle shield that had saved his life before appeared again, and he couldn't help frowning - at this time, Zhao Yuan's contract beast's skills and power he had also learned before, and it was not inferior to Zhao Yuan's defensive spells such as the Light Barrier in terms of defense.

Seeing Zhao Yuan free his hand, a soft white light lit up at the top of his staff, and in an instant, a huge pillar of white light fell from the sky and slammed into the gray phantom below.

The gray phantom was washed by the white light, and in an instant, its body twisted violently, as if it had encountered the salt of water, melted into the air and disappeared without a trace. Immediately after, another white light fell, but this time it fell on the elves, and the elves suddenly felt that the fatigue of their whole bodies had disappeared, the pain had been reduced, and their bodies were once again full of strength, and even the surrounding air seemed to be much fresher.

The elves perked up, shouted, raised their bows and arrows in their hands, and another round of dense arrow rain shot towards the blood elves with an unstoppable momentum, and for a while the air was torn apart, and the sharp sound of breaking the air and the screams of the injured sounded everywhere.

Seeing Zhao Yuan casting two spells in a row, Liemos's heart couldn't help but sink, the impact that an eighth-order archmage could have on a war could be said to be decisive and devastating.

He gritted his teeth, and finally took out a blood-red arrow. This arrow can't help but have a sharp arrow like the fangs of a fierce beast, and there is a steel groove like a small tooth at the end of the arrow, and the hand that has been bleeding from the arrow pulls the string again, not only does he not avoid the sharp steel groove at the end of the arrow, but he also deliberately squeezes his index finger and middle finger into the tail of the arrow, and for a while, more blood seeps out, but not a drop flows down the shaft of the arrow, but is sucked in by the strange groove.

With a "buzz!", the strange arrow galloped towards Zhao Yuan with a streak of blood, and there was no good meat on the inside of Liemos's index and middle fingers.

Zhao Yuan was paying attention to the battle below, but he heard Old Xuanwu exclaim: [Not good!] Immediately after that, Zhao Yuan only felt a chill in his abdomen, and a familiar tearing pain once again penetrated his body.

Damn! Zhao Yuan scolded in his heart, he slowly knelt on the ground with his abdomen covered, looked down, but saw a blood-colored arrow inserted in his lower abdomen. However, just as Zhao Yuan was about to repeat the old trick and pull it out, the arrow actually flowed like a liquid, and flowed towards Zhao Yuan's body in violation of Newtonian mechanics.

Zhao Yuan was shocked, he clearly felt a strange energy spreading into his body, and the mana and martial energy in his body turned a blind eye to this energy and let it wander around. That energy raged in Zhao Yuan's body with explosive power, and for a while, Zhao Yuan only felt as if a beast had entered his body, biting his internal organs fiercely with his teeth and claws. And his own metamorphosis recovery ability is also in play, the two forces are entangled in Zhao Yuan's body, but Zhao Yuan suffers, his face can only be distorted, and his eyes are bloodshot to endure this endless torture.

Not long after, a trace of blood appeared at the corner of Zhao Yuan's mouth, he gritted his teeth, supported the staff of the wise angel with both hands, and slowly stood up straight again. I don't know if it's because he is used to being abused by this kind of pain, Zhao Yuan still maintains a clear consciousness, and his body under his robe trembles violently because of the pain, but his eyes are shining with a resolute and indifferent light, and his expressionless face reveals a faint killing intent, which makes people feel chilled at first sight.

He clenched the staff in his hand, almost gritted his teeth and recited a spell, and as he raised his staff, majestic mana instantly poured out of his thin body, condensing into a pitch-black circle in the air.

I saw that this circle was like a real body, and every edge of the edge was glowing with a light full of texture, and the sunlight through this circle was dyed into a filthy gray-black, shining in the green forest, and it instantly made a large area of plants wither and rot.

The situation just now where the gray undead pressed the elves gave Zhao Yuan inspiration, the elves' wood energy was naturally restrained by the death qi of the undead, so he cast this eighth-order spell "Yin Death Mirror"!

Zhao Yuan held the staff with both hands, and slightly shifted the angle towards the black runes in the air, and before Liemoth in the distance could react, he was immediately enveloped by a black sunlight. He saw that the forest just now died instantly, and he was already vigilant in his heart, but the speed of this light was too fast, Zhao Yuan only slightly adjusted the angle of the rune suspended in the sky, and the black death light moved instantly for hundreds of meters to envelop him.