As soon as the black light with a terrifying ominous aura shone on Liemos's body, he felt a burning pain in his skin, and at the same time, a diametrically opposite cold feeling rose in his body. He hurriedly mobilized the wood energy to protect his whole body, but as soon as the light shone on his dark green wood energy, it was like hot oil dripping into a hot pan, and a burst of smoke suddenly exploded. The eighth-order wood energy of Liemos couldn't last in front of this black light for a moment and a half, and then it quickly dissipated as if it had met a nemesis.

Remos was shocked, and suddenly realized—this is also undead magic! I saw that he immediately kicked his long legs and jumped off the high metal puppet, and actually used the dead thing of the metal puppet to block the direct light of the black light.

Zhao Yuan saw it, and couldn't help but secretly praise this Liemoth for his quick reaction. It's a pity that this "Yin Death Mirror" is not so easy to block, just listen to Zhao Yuan's mouth quickly recite an obscure spell, the "Yin Death Mirror" that was originally suspended in the air turned into a void, and instantly turned into three identical huge black runes. The angles of the three runes were different, and for a moment, Remos felt overstretched, and the strange black light shot out from all directions, and even the tall mechanical puppet could not provide him with a small shadow of safety.

It was only a short period of effort, and the pure wood energy in Liemos's body had already consumed a small half. And when he looked at Zhao Yuan from afar, he saw that his expression remained unchanged, and he didn't look like his mana was exhausted at all, Liemos couldn't help grinding his teeth angrily, this human race is really a monster, and he doesn't know where the elder found such a person.

Of course he didn't know that this "Filthy Death Mirror" was a well-known necromancy on Zhao Yuan's side, which was usually used to siege cities, and a situation like this where the three "Filthy Death Mirrors" were opened together often required five or six eighth-order archmages to maintain at the same time. If it weren't for Zhao Yuan devouring the crystal nucleus as if he didn't want money, where would he be able to stand it.

Seeing that if this continues, his wood energy will bottom out, and at that time, he will be reduced to fish on the knife board, Liemos stared at the three runes that exuded an evil haze aura suspended in the air, and saw the scorching sun at the moment, and suddenly had a flash of inspiration in his mind, and he had an idea.

Seeing from afar that Liemoth raised his longbow again, Zhao Yuan was shocked, and immediately asked Lao Xuanwu to release a silver shield in front of him, but Liemoth did not aim the arrow at him this time, but raised it high in the sky, and a burst of green light erupted on his body, and he saw an arrow with the blue of ice breaking through the sky and shooting into the sky.

Zhao Yuan wasn't sure what Liemoth was doing for a while, but soon, he understood. I saw that the dawn arrow actually shot into the clouds, and a large stream of condensation erupted, instantly cooling and condensing the air in the sky into thick clouds, and the sky above the Elven Forest immediately changed, and the clouds were dense, covering the original dazzling sunlight without leaking.

Zhao Yuan's face changed, and he hurriedly turned his head to look at the "filthy death mirror". Sure enough, without sunlight, the "Dirty Dead Mirror" can no longer shine a black light. He sighed in his heart, no wonder this Liemos could lead the blood elves to fight against the elves for so long, and he really had a mind beyond ordinary people.

He waved his hand helplessly, and the three huge black runes distorted for a while, and the next moment they turned into wisps of black gas and dissipated into the air, disappearing without a trace.

Seeing the three deadly black runes in the sky disappear, Remos breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that he had made the right bet this time. There's no way, if he hadn't fought hard just now, I'm afraid there would have only one white bone left now. But even so, he is not feeling well now.

Not to mention that the hand that shot the arrow was already injured and the bones were visible, and the wood energy in his body was also exhausted in the arrow just now, completely losing the ability to contain Zhao Yuan. He didn't understand, obviously they were all eighth-order, he was still the defender, it stands to reason that Zhao Yuan's mana should be exhausted first, why is he still energetic, and now the staff is still frequently lit up with white light, obviously casting healing spells for the warriors of the elven clan again.

However, Liemos had long expected that he would not be Zhao Yuan's opponent this time, and now worrying about his life was the best result. Thinking of the red-gilt arrow that Zhao Yuan had negligently hit just now, a cold smile appeared in Liemos's eyes. He didn't care about the intact puppet, he ran directly into the dense forest with agility and disappeared.

Zhao Yuan seemed to be fine at this time, but in fact, his body was already boiling. The unknown energy brought by the blood arrow not only did not weaken in the slightest in the body, but intensified. Don't look at Zhao Yuan's appearance now, in fact, he can't speak at all, because his throat is already filled with rust-smelling blood foam.

What's even more uncomfortable is that not only the pain, but also the discomfort caused by the constant repair of internal organs also tormented Zhao Yuan's nerves, as if the inside of his body was stiffly twisted and deformed, and then pinched out of shape by a big hand.

It was already extremely difficult for him to concentrate on controlling the "Filthy Death Mirror" just now, but now that his spirit was scattered, the pain in his body immediately hit him exponentially, making his brain ache faintly.

Now he is numb to the pain, it is a strange and helpless feeling - the whole person seems to have been withdrawn from the body, and only a soul is left fluttering, feeling the residual pain and the numbness of the scalp that is involved in the flesh.

Fortunately, the battle between the elves and the blood elves, due to Zhao Yuan's intervention, has been divided at this time.

In the forest, the leaves of the trees hang leisurely on the branches, occasionally shaking their soft and light bodies with the breeze. Only the viscous blood stains on it made this fresh scenery lose its original color, scarlet and turquoise, reflecting a cruel atmosphere.

The grass-scented soil was also full of the blood of living beings, and it became muddy and smelly. The sound of the earth-shattering battle had already subsided, and only a few dozen elves were left with heavy faces and severed corpses on the ground.

Zhao Yuan held on to the handrail of the long ladder and slowly walked down the top of the tree with a pale face. No one knew that he was suffering endlessly at the moment, because although his face was bloodless, he was also expressionless, except that he seemed too cold, so that people could not see a trace of discoloration.

Moments later, he appeared in the council chamber. The Grand Elder was talking to an elf in the hall, and when he saw him, he just smiled and nodded. Zhao Yuan didn't step forward to say hello, and without saying a word, he went into the cabin in the corner of the hall.

Finally coming to a closed and safe environment, Zhao Yuan exhaled deeply, and a drop of sweat slipped down his cheek.

He sat cross-legged, his hands on his knees, his back straight, and slowly closed his eyes, taking in the situation inside him.

It's just that after a while, that strange energy has grown a little stronger, and now except for Zhao Yuan's heart, which is protected by a small pale silver shield, the other internal organs have fallen into chaos. Fortunately, Zhao Yuan's endless anger in his body was not to be outdone, and he riveted his strength to compete with the blood-colored energy.

Although the mana and martial energy in Zhao Yuan's body cannot participate in it, it can still provide an endless stream of power for Zhao Yuan's own vitality, he knows that he will not be able to die for a while, but this terrible pain is like a shadow, tormenting him all the time, and it is not a way to go on like this.

At this moment, the Great Elder's deliberately lightened voice sounded outside the wooden house: "Your Excellency Zhao Yuan, but what's the discomfort?" Just now she saw Zhao Yuan's miserable white face, his expression stiff like a dead man, and she was also startled in her heart, and intuitively sensed that something was wrong, so she hurriedly finished handling the affairs and asked.

Zhao Yuan opened his eyes suddenly, barely stood up with one hand, and walked out of the wooden house.

"You-" saw the Great Elder's silver eyes widen in surprise, and his face changed drastically as he looked at him.

"What's wrong with me?" Zhao Yuan said reluctantly in a hoarse voice, he was a little puzzled for a while, seeing that the Great Elder had been staring at his face, he couldn't help but wipe his face, but it was a sticky and moist touch.

He put his palm in front of his eyes, only to see a bright red burst into his eyes, Zhao Yuan blinked, the corner of his mouth cracked, and a wry smile was pulled.

"I was shot by a blood-red arrow that had burrowed all over my body and was now frantically destroying my internal organs. Zhao Yuan said succinctly. He exhaled from his nose, all with the smell of blood.

When the Great Elder heard this, Xiumei raised his head and looked at Zhao Yuan in disbelief. "If you say that, I can only think of the legendary Red Hammer Arrow, but if it were, you would have died. As she spoke, a look of surprise appeared on her face.

Zhao Yuan opened his mouth, a little at a loss of where to start, and finally could only say: "That's the red gilt arrow, I have a special way to save my life, but it won't last long." ”

The Great Elder's brows tightened, her face suddenly became solemn, she thought for a moment, and said quickly, "Follow me." ”

Zhao Yuan's expression was a little dazed at the moment, he followed the Great Elder without thinking, and watched her press on a seemingly ordinary alloy wall in the council hall, accompanied by a slight sound of the mechanism turning, and a deep passage leading to the ground was revealed.

The two walked into the passage one after the other, and as soon as Zhao Yuan entered, he heard a noise from behind, and the door closed again. In the darkness, only a magic lamp in the Great Elder's hand emitted a warm orange glow.

I don't know how long I walked, but the ground in front of me became flat again, and other light sources appeared in front of me.

It was a magic array made of the roots of unknown plants, Zhao Yuan was in a trance at the moment, and he didn't think about anything else, but it was a little strange, how could the elves of the whole clan warrior profession still hide a magic array.

However, there are quite a lot of magic tools of the elves, such as magic lamps everywhere, magic altars under the Eye of Enlightenment, and an elven fortress made by alchemists...... I don't know who usually relies on to maintain it.