"Give me the bow, Mocha, and give me my sorbet...... Ah, thanks. Darcy, an elven boy, took a few of the branches that had turned dark yellow after drying from his little friend, and twisted them into a strand.

Each elven clansman's bow and arrow is made by himself, and the elves believe that only the bow and arrow made by themselves can bring out their strongest strength.

From birth to death, each elf has at least three or more bows, one for childhood play, one for juvenile practice, and one for adulthood.

Some elves can't see it when they are young, but when they become adults, their strength will show explosive growth, and they can't stabilize for a long time. Because it is not suitable to look forward or look backward, they need to make bows that are more suitable for their current strength from time to time, and they will have many bows in their lives.

Darcy was now making his second bow, the practice bow he used as a teenager.

"You're welcome, Darcy. Anyway, it's your own bow, and you have to do it yourself. I'm just handing things right next to you and beating you up. Mocha spread his hands and smiled kindly.

Darcy rubbed a few rope grass fibers in his hand into a strip and said, "Your bow has been made and you have experience in this area, so you must guide me!"

"Rest assured, with my experience and your ingenuity, we will definitely help you make the best bow in your all. Mocha nodded, swearing.

"Ha, I knew you were going to point me out!" Darcy slapped Mocha on the shoulder. As a result, I didn't pay attention, and as soon as my hand loosened, the rope grass fibers that were about to turn into a bunch became scattered again, and the work I had done before came to naught.

"Ahh

Mocha, who was older and calmer, sighed, stroked his forehead slightly, and let out a long sigh: "Alas......"

"Wow, my bowstring!" cried out Darcy.

These fibers are used to make bowstrings, and the high-strength fibers are strong enough to withstand the full strength of the boy and still have enough redundancy, even if the boy's strength increases over a period of time, it can still meet his needs.

"Darcy, I have already told you, the making of a bowstring requires a lot of effort, patience and meticulousness. How can you be so frizzy, how can you weave a bowstring?" Mocha tossed aside the scattered cordgrass fibers, which could no longer be used as bowstring material, and had lost their toughness and had to be discarded.

Darcy lowered his head, looking very depressed.

He has a more impatient temperament, he has been careless since he was a child, and he is often reprimanded by his parents.

"Okay, we still have a lot of materials, enough for you to waste several times. Don't worry, I didn't give you the best ones, and now give them to you, and you won't run away anymore. Mocha smiled and handed over a few of the better-looking spikes in the pile of cordgrass fibers.

Darcy took the cordgrass fibers and sniffled.

"Hmm!" the boy's gaze was determined.

"Haha, ...... again" Mocha scratched his head, trying to encourage his friend again, but before he could finish his sentence, a white feather arrow shot in from outside the treehouse, hitting him directly in the back of the head.

The young man with a calm temperament went straight to the bottom......

The electric scene flashed in Darcy's eyes, and outside the treehouse, the tribe was in chaos.

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack! Terran!"

"Call the elder!

"Prepare to fight back......!"

There are elves running around them.

There are not too many young elves in the Zaxi tribe, most of the young elves, both male and female, have gone to join the army, and the only ones left are the old, weak, sick and disabled, and a small number of young people left behind.

A rain of arrows came from all directions. This is a forest, not as good for throwing as flat land, so the Terran archers have opted for straight archery, and some ranger archers can even use a bit of fancy archery.

The attack was not only the only one of the archers, but the magicians of the fifth squad also began to chant spells quickly, and the magic fluctuations gradually became obvious.

"Magician, magician, beware of ......" Some elves with a certain talent for spellcasting felt the magic fluctuations of arcane magic, and hurriedly shouted to warn the others.

But it was too late.

"Ground thorns!" The sour jujube wood staff in the hand of the magician in the light blue robe pointed forward, and the earth surged, and a sharp spike emerged from the ground, not only causing a patch of flowers and plants to scatter the branches and leaves, but also piercing through a dozen elves like meat skewers.

The elf who was pierced through the abdomen made an unconscious "ho-ho" sound from its mouth, and the green blood flowed out, and soon it was lifeless, and its waist and limbs went limp, hanging low.

The magician who made a contribution in one blow didn't even look at the results of the battle, and directly began to prepare for the second magic.

"Sword and shield soldiers in front, spears in the back, attack!" the squad leader drew his sword and shouted the order to attack.

The archers were protected behind by the tower shield, and the large bow in his hand was slightly raised upwards, and he began a deep attack behind the back of his comrades.

A ** feathered arrow flew out from the head of the attacking Terran soldier, and landed in Zhaxi with blood flowers.

Wearing round shields and holding long knives, the sword and shield soldiers hid most of their bodies behind the shields, feeling the tingling sensation coming from their wrists from time to time. It was the impact of the elves' counter-arrows nailed to the shield.

Behind the sword and shield soldiers, the pikemen used the length of the shield and their own weapons to stab through the gaps in the shields, piercing the elves who were too injured to escape.

There are also powerful elves who rely on their own archery skills to shoot directly through the shield, and then shoot them to death with sword and shield soldiers and pikemen, but after all, they are only a few, and more elves can only shoot arrows at the shield in vain.

Except for those elves who were shot in the leg by Terran archers and couldn't evacuate, the other elves fought and retreated, not giving the fifth squad a chance to close the distance, and played kite tactics from afar.

This is the old routine of the elves in the forest, anyway, they are lightly armed, and the speed is fast, and the Terran melee soldiers can't stop it.

But that was once and again.

The squad leader gave the order again.

"Sword and shield soldiers, put away the swords, change the crossbow!"

(End of chapter)