"No!" she shouted in despair, but she could only watch as Louis still had that cold expression, and he pounced on Sissi who was about to blow herself up! Time seemed to freeze at this moment, and Sivir could clearly see that Sissi's body appeared red cracks that were almost identical to Louis's scars, and then, first, blood sprayed out of the cracks—and then Sissi was thrown to the ground by Louis. Luis turned his back to Sivir, his whole body lit up with a dazzling blue light, but in the next second, Sivir only saw a huge shockwave splashing towards the other side of the corridor with a mess of flesh and internal organs, and she was knocked out by Louis's shield-like broken body, and the back of her head hit a hard relief on the wall, unconscious.

The corridor was a mess, rubble, broken bodies, a disgusting smell of blood in the darkness, and shouts and battle could be faintly heard in the distance, except for the death-shrouded corridor that seemed to be forgotten by everyone.

However, the strong smell of blood still attracted uninvited guests. "Click, click. "The sound of cold footsteps came with an air of calmness. It was a male elf, with a cold and handsome face, and long, silky green hair that hung down to his waist. A pair of blue eyes are peaceful and peaceful, but they make people feel invisible coercion out of thin air. He was dressed in a plain white robe, with no decoration except for a ring on his hand, obviously dressed in such a simple manner, but because of the faint momentum on his body, people did not dare to look down on him at all.

He walked slowly past a field of filthy pieces of flesh and blood to Sivir. At some point, a pool of blood was slowly spilling from the floor under Sivir's head. "You're not dead...... "The blue-eyed elf whispered as he looked down at Sivir. The voice is so soft that it feels like a hallucination.

"In that case, I'll help you......" The corners of the blue-eyed elf's lips hooked up a gentle smile, and his narrow eyes were still gentle and delicate, and those who didn't know might think that he was saying soft words to his lover.

He didn't take out any weapon, just stretched out his fingers, and a circle of dark green light lingered upward, and shot at Sivir, who was lying unconscious on the ground.

"Bang!" Surprisingly, as soon as the dark green wood energy approached Sivir, it was bounced away by an invisible force.

"Who's there!" the blue-eyed elf's face changed, and he turned around sharply to drink.

The dark corridor is deep and silent, like a large mouth of the abyss, swallowing people's sight and courage to explore. The blue-eyed elf's eyes narrowed slightly, and his originally calm eyes became sharp in an instant. He glanced at it, but found no clue. A terrifying silence spread through the blood-smelling air, and after a few breaths, the blue-eyed elf finally spoke again, "Stop pretending to be a ghost, Your Excellency Zhao Yuan. ”

As his words fell, a chuckle came from the originally empty corridor: "First meeting, Fourth Elder." ”

In the originally empty corridor, a figure suddenly appeared, it was Zhao Yuan. As soon as he appeared, the Fourth Elder smelled a surge of blood, which made him, an elf with extremely keen five senses, unable to help but frown. The young man in front of him was dressed in a robe that had been contaminated with blood so that he could not see his original color, but in stark contrast was his extremely clean pale skin and shiny head.

The four elders were slightly stunned, this Zhao Yuan was actually a bald head, could it be that he was born as a monk from the Donghuan Continent?

Zhao Yuan looked at the eyes of the four elders and glanced straight at his head, and he was helpless in his heart. In the body of the unicorn lion in the Demon Domain, his whole body was corroded, and his hair was naturally not spared, and that recovery ability seemed to have no effect on "foreign objects" such as hair, but fortunately, the skin and key parts of his body were safe and sound, and there was nothing to complain about.

[Look, my talent skills are not covered, not only is the distance far away, but there is still a period of concealment after the teleportation is over, and the seventh-order elf just now didn't even notice you. Old Xuanwu said proudly in Zhao Yuan's mind.

That is, the magic power contained in the ninth-order crystal nucleus of the dignified Demon Domain Unicorn Lion has been absorbed by you with a teleportation, can the effect be bad...... Zhao Yuan said in his heart, but he still had to praise and praise Lao Xuanwu. In any case, this time Lao Xuanwu saved his life again, and Zhao Yuan knew all of them.

Here, Zhao Yuan was talking to Lao Xuanwu in his heart, but in the eyes of the four elders, Zhao Yuan's face was as deep as water, and his eyes were deep and unpredictable. He went out this time, firstly, he had already broken through the seventh order, and secondly, he wanted to settle some things of the elven clan, but in the face of the eighth-order archmage Zhao Yuan, his heart was still a little faintly beating, and in the dark, he began to doubt his resistance to the so-called Mandate of Heaven

, is it really wrong. Seeing that Zhao Yuan was silent, he had no choice but to preemptively strike: "Your Excellency Zhao Yuan, do you know why Liemoth and I are bent on killing Xavier?"

Zhao Yun's eyes condensed slightly, and he glanced coldly at the blue-eyed elf in front of him and said, "I don't care why you want to kill Xiwei, now I just need to let you die." When the last word of death came out of his mouth, a string of blast ice was already shooting towards the four elders.

The four elders didn't expect Zhao Yuan to make a direct move, and they didn't listen to his explanation at all, and the narrow terrain was not conducive to dodging, so they were actually hit by the wind ice cube in the first wave. You must know that the wind ice can be called the first mage control skill of "God and Demon Love", and it is by no means in vain, although the four elders just wiped the side, he also suddenly felt his body sink, and a heavy chill soaked into the bone marrow, and his actions involuntarily slowed down.

Zhao Yuan naturally would not let go of such a great opportunity, the four elders saw a silver light flash in Zhao Yuan's eyes, he shouted in his heart, he wanted to look sideways, but it was too late, although the Death Gaze was only a fifth-order spell, but the effect has always been outstanding, it can directly attack the opponent's spiritual power, and it is one of the most economical skills for mages to fight against warriors. The only downside is that it is extremely difficult to grasp the timing, and if you encounter an opponent with quick reflexes or relevant experience, it can be said that you will miss every shot.

Fortunately, the four elders were swept away by his swift wind and ice, and their movements fell into sluggishness, and he had never seen this kind of spell before he could easily be hit.

Looking at the four elders who had already fainted to the ground and fell into a deep sleep, Zhao Yuan frowned. It wasn't that he didn't want to know the secrets about the Elves and Sivir, but there was a prescient eye, and if the four elders had any inappropriate conversations with him, the Great Elder would definitely know about it.

After quickly solving the four elders, Zhao Yuan immediately came to Xiwei's side and released a healing technique for her to stabilize her injuries. Sivir had been hit the head, and I am afraid that he would wake up for a very weak period.

Just as Zhao Yuan picked up Sivir horizontally, and used a spell to hold up the sleeping four elders and prepare to leave here, his inadvertent glance made his pupils shrink, and he was so shocked that he almost accidentally fell into his arms.

In the dim light, a mangled corpse was covered with red scars, it was only half a head, and the ground was stained with blood, and it was long since it was unrecognizable. But the red lines that Zhao Yuan was so familiar with still made his heart tremble—only then did he notice that there used to be two people here, but now they were all turned into minced flesh and blood, making people feel dirty. The other person, Zhao Yuan's gaze stiffened and shuttled across the ground, and finally, he saw a somewhat familiar torn black cloak, and some green hair mixed with red silk.

Dark, bloody, and filthy, this narrow corridor was like Shura Hell at this time, making Zhao Yuan feel an inexplicable cold and pain rushing from the soles of his feet to his heart. His ridiculous plan, he didn't expect to kill Louis, and even Sivir was almost murdered! Louis, a boy, from the first time Zhao Yuan saw him, he had a faint premonition that his future would be tragic and dark, and Zhao Yuan admired him on the one hand, and sympathized with him on the other. But he never imagined that Louis would end his life in such a hasty and tragic way, as if a melancholy melody had come to an abrupt end, leaving endless confusion and emptiness.

After standing in the corridor in a daze for a few minutes, Zhao Yuan came back to his senses in a trance, and the bloody smell of his nose, which he originally felt nauseous, actually made him smell a salty smell that wanted to shed tears at this time. One after another, the people around him who were alive......

When the Great Elder saw Zhao Yuan again, he noticed an inexplicable change in his eyes, and his eyes, which were originally clear and looked to the end, were now like a cloud of gray mist.

"Thank you, Lord Zhao Yuan. The Great Elder said. Behind her are countless elves fighting bloodily, the number of blood elves is obviously very small, but inexplicably a kind of puppet, which is invulnerable to manipulation and infinitely powerful. However, due to the fact that the elves have a great elder to participate in the war, and Liemos has been nowhere to be found, the elves still have the upper hand.

Zhao Yuan glanced at the Great Elder with heavy eyes, didn't say anything, just nodded, and as soon as the Staff of the Wise Angel was raised slightly, a beam of dazzling white light was scattered one after another, and all the elves on the battlefield felt refreshed, and the fatigue and pain disappeared inexplicably.

"It's Lord Zhao Yuan!" they cheered, their morale was high, and they fought harder, and the blood elves on the opposite side were defeated and retreated.

"I hope that when this war is over, you will give me an explanation. Zhao Yuan opened his mouth, and the Great Elder glanced at him in some surprise, but he still stared at the battlefield expressionlessly, as if what he said just now was not what he said.

The Great Elder lowered his eyes, slowly raised his silver eyes, and finally agreed: "As long as Lord Zhao Yuan wants to know, I will naturally know everything. ”

There was already a faint dawn on the horizon, and the long night was coming to an end, and although the blood elves had suffered a lot of losses, they still evacuated in an orderly manner.

"You don't have to chase deeply. The Great Elder ordered. The voice was not high, but it made the other elves suddenly stop their bodies and retreat back in complete obedience. This is the prestige accumulated by the Great Elder Thousand Year Commander Elf Clan.