"Gather all the troops! See what this madman is up to," said the elder.

Groups of armor-clad wood elves with light green skin are approaching from all directions.

At this time, the dark green wood elf troops in the north were about to approach the wood elf tribe in the south. Some of them rode on flying horses, some walked on the earth with long swords, and some flew in the sky with scepters. Leading the way was a patriarch in blue armor who rode on a majestic flying horse.

"Listen, don't you do it later, wait until the northern elves do it first, or we'll take care of it," the elder said to all the Wood Elf soldiers in white armor.

On each large tree stood a wood elf with a scepter.

After a while, the dust and waves rolled in, and a large group of people arrived.

"Chief, it looks like they've got their defenses!" said a soothsayer, pointing to a tree in the distance.

"Yo, and you've got a good defense, but it's very poor!" said the patriarch.

At this time, the Southern Wood Elf Elder found the witch and instructed her to take the dwarfs away, he did not want the war between the Wood Elves to affect outsiders.

"Immediately, we will go to war between the northern and southern wood elves, and I will take you away!" the witch said to the dwarfs.

"Why, we can help too!" said the second dwarf.

"No! it's a war between our people!" said the witch.

"Dick! she said so! Let's leave it alone!" said the dwarf boss.

With the sound of a trumpet, the great battle was about to break out. Fireballs of hot lava shot out of the scepter and blasted at each other.

One by one, the magic vines with sharp teeth burst out of the ground, bite one of the opposing wood elf soldiers, and then drag them down to the ground and crush and swallow them, which is the magic skill of the soothsayers on both sides.

Stake-like red-eyed monsters burst out of the ground and grabbed a soldier with their claws, and then a triangular beam of anger rushed into the heart of the wood elf soldier, causing him to shoot green light and turn to ashes in great pain, which was the rotten wood magic of the southern wood elf elder.

"Bang, bang, bang!" Streams of blue aura rushed up from the ground, directly blasting the southern wood elf soldiers into ashes, which was the wood aura magic of the northern wood elf patriarch.

More than half of the soldiers on both sides were killed or wounded, and there was a corpse of a wood elf lying on the ground, most of them had been hacked to death by the opposing soldiers. Most of the remaining soldiers who died have been reduced to ashes, because the two sides are fighting for strength, and the fight is for the soothsayer.

"Katra, are you crazy, don't we have a protocol for a ten-year truce," the Southern Elder said angrily, his scepter churning.

"But you southern wood elves are expanding your territory, and you're wounding our soldiers!" said the northern patriarch.

"There is absolutely no such thing! you continue to make false accusations!" said the Southern Elder.

"What! I don't dare to admit it! It seems that we can only solve the problem with strength!" said the northern patriarch.

I saw lightning and anger erupt from the scepter of the northern patriarch, rushing towards the southern elder.

The southern elder's scepter also burst into flames and rushed towards the northern patriarch.

"Bang!" There was a loud bang, and the two magic forces clashed, reflecting a huge aura and rushing behind him.

For a while, the sand and gravel were rolled up, and the force shook the earth.

Soldiers on both sides stuck their scepters or blades into the ground to prevent them from being knocked away by the arrogance.

Just as the two magical aura collided and couldn't tell the winner, they were blown up by a powerful magical aura from it.

"Ahh

"Who is it?" said the Southern Elder and the Northern Patriarch on one knee at the same time.

A mysterious man in a black cape, a black barrel hat, and a mask floats in the air.

"Look at the mask! you're a dark mage!" said the Southern Elder.

"That's enough! I don't have the patience to wait for your show to finish!" said the dark mage.

"Tell me!" the four dwarfs have gone?" the dark mage asked the Southern Elder.

"How do I know!" said the Southern Elder.

"Ahh

That speed was a hundred times faster than the Southern Elder's reaction speed, so it was impossible for him to dodge.

"Tell me! I'm impatient!" said the dark mage.

The elder half-held his scepter and knelt on the ground vomiting blood.

Seeing that the elder did not answer, the dark mage struck his cloak with anger and flew into the air.

"I'm talking about the South! we're no match for the Dark Mage!" said the Northern Patriarch.

"He doesn't say!" the dark mage turned to the northern patriarch.

"Oh, I don't know, I'm from the north," said the northern chief.

"Oh, you don't know, then you're superfluous!" said the dark mage, casting a spell.

"Poof!" the northern patriarch was hit by a black flame, flew dozens of meters away, vomited blood and fell to the ground.

"Kill!" a leader shouted, and all of the northern Wood Elf forces charged the Dark Mage.

"Look for death!" said the dark mage, casting a spell.

All the northern wood elves were blown to ashes by puffs of anger.

The wood elves in the south took a step back in fright, and they all prepared for battle.

"I'll ask you again!, where have the dwarfs gone?" said the dark mage, impatiently.

After a long time, the Southern Elder did not reply.

"Ahh

"Ahh

"Kill!" shouted one of the southern leaders, and all the southern wood elves rushed towards the dark mage.

The Dark Mage only blinked, and all the southern wood elves were blown to ashes by puffs of anger.

After that, the dark mage inadvertently found that the Southern Elder lying on the ground stood up again and ran into the forest in an instant.

The dark mage followed him into the forest.

"Huh, I want to escape!" thought the dark mage.

The elder hid under a large tree, his hands covering his stomach, blood flowing from his stomach.

The white cloak on one side of the elder was exposed outside the tree. Just in time to be seen by the dark mage who came by.