"Smack. A long arrow was nailed to the target's heart, and the wooden tail of the arrow shook rapidly, and the archer continued to shoot arrows, and to his amazement, each arrow was accurately hit at the heart, until the tenth arrow completely nailed the heart.

The elven marksman exhaled, although he has become a legendary powerhouse, daily practice is already a habit that goes deep into the bone marrow for him, if he interrupts the practice one day, he will feel uncomfortable, usually such a move will make him feel calm, but today is different, such an accurate shot can not make his mood calm, but more annoyed, he usually hates fighting at the moment and hopes that something will shoot him, I hope it is a stitching monster or zombie or something, although the bone frame can also be, but the feel of those bones shooting up is really not very good。。

"This damn place. The elven marksman said irritably, compared to the adaptability of humans to survive in various environments, the elves are relatively much worse, at least this place where even the moonlight is purple and the trees are distorted is really not a place that nature-loving elves will like, if it is in the forest, as long as he touches the small animals or climbs the branches, his mood will be much calmer, but the twisted trees here bring him only anxiety and anger. Of course, as a legendary powerhouse, it will naturally not affect the combat effectiveness because of this, but irritability is inevitable.

The elf put his hand into the package, slowly fiddling with the two oak fruits in the bag, and his mood calmed down a little, but the pressure like a boulder in his heart was not relieved in the slightest, but no matter how he thought about it, he couldn't figure out where that pressure came from.

"Lord Isaac. Seeing that the marksman had finished his practice, the elven lieutenant who was waiting on the side stepped forward.

"Are there any movements on those bone racks?" said Aisa impatiently, and then looked at the elven camp, since they were in the battlefield, naturally there was no way to transport a tree to build a tree house or something, but they still tried their best to plant some small plants next to the tent to ease their mood, it was a rare place with green in this base, of course, it still had a weird purple, there was really no way to do this.

"Hmm...... There was no action, but there was some news from the rogue scouts on the front line. The adjutant looked at the elf legend powerhouse in front of him hesitantly, although he was one of the few elves who could fight, but his temper was indeed not very good, especially after entering this place, there was a tendency to become more and more irritable.

"Oh, those little mice who can only steal chickens and dogs can still come in handy, tell me, what did they see? After a few sarcastic remarks, Esa asked, although the elves were good at producing archers and wood magicians, but they had always had a lack of interest in the ungraceful profession of thieves or berserkers, which stemmed from the pride of the ancient elven nobles, so they also looked down on the thieves and barbarians who had an extra hand.

"They saw a strong white light emanating from the undead camp, and the skeletons inside were said to have disappeared a lot, and now their camp could be said to be chaotic, after all, it was just a bunch of bones without heads. The adjutant said, not without sarcasm.

Esa didn't gloat, just rubbed his chin with his fingertips and looked thoughtful.

"Did the archbishop do it?" Esa guessed, could it be that the archbishop had been stimulated to die with the bones?

"No, we've sent people to the Holy Light Church to ask, and they're confused. The adjutant said, originally hearing the news, the Holy Light Church was also overjoyed, and thought that their legendary powerhouse had found an opportunity to make a move, but after a round of questioning, it was found that some were sleeping, some were praying, but no one was willing to sacrifice their lives for righteousness.

"What's wrong?" Aisa asked when he saw that the adjutant looked like he was about to speak.

"That...... Because the attacks of the undead have been getting more and more dense recently, taking advantage of the gap in their camp mixing, Lord Tom of the Sword Saint hopes that we can move the camp closer, so that it is convenient to rescue if it is attacked. The adjutant said stiffly. At first, it was because the elven commander felt that the human garrisons were too vulgar, and the elven garrisons themselves were too different from the living habits of the human garrisons, so that only a hundred elven archers were stationed in the woods about a hundred meters away from the main camp. Although most of the battles can be prepared in advance because of the help of the Scout Thieves led by the legendary thieves, so there has been no problem so far, but this is not a solution, no one can be sure that there will not be a sneak attack one day, and it is a matter of two to say that only a hundred archers will not be able to support the main camp at that time.

"......" Isaac was silent, which made the lieutenant look a little surprised.

As for Esa himself, he was reluctant to return to the main camp, after all, it was full of crude humans, reckless dwarves and savage orcs, and as a nobleman among the elves, Esa was reluctant to get along with those people. But the situation is different from the beginning, originally he led this hundred people just to come in to see the situation, if there is an interest, he has the right to speak and can get a piece of the pie, but now it has become a wrestling with the other three forces, unlike the magic country and the machine country, most of the components are people from the order camp, even if the war will retain the so-called bottom line, as long as the demon empire and the land of the dead win, it must be the rhythm of cutting the grass and eradicating the roots.

Of course, if your side wins, you'll definitely get those guys back to hell.

Aisa sighed, and was about to call the adjutant to move to the camp, when suddenly, a palpitation came, and he quickly threw away the ordinary wooden bow he used for practice, and picked up the golden longbow that he had been carrying on his back.

"Lord Isa-sama?" the adjutant watched Esa's actions with alarm, and raised his longbow to look left and right.

"Run, go to the main camp for help, go find ...... soup," Aisa said mid-sentence, and a strong sense of oppression came from the front.

"Flutter. As Essahara pulled the longbow, the whole bow glowed violently, and then the light condensed on the tip of the arrow, and in the blink of an eye, three arrows shot out in a zigzag pattern.

The adjutant looked at the three arrows in amazement, not because the power was too strong, but because the place where he shot was a shade of trees, and there was no enemy at all.

"What are you doing in a daze, run. Esa yelled at the adjutant in a faux puff.

At this time, a silver thin sword stretched out in the shade of the tree, and I saw that the thin sword stabbed three times lightly, and with three clanging sounds, the three arrows that were violently castrated were actually hit out of the direction, and directly drilled a big hole in the trees on both sides.

Seeing this, the adjutant also knew that a terrible enemy was coming, and hurriedly ran in the direction of the main camp, however, as soon as he ran far, suddenly, a scorching breath came from not far away.

Aisa looked at the figure who had just put down his long arrow, and saw that in the shadows, a somewhat dim silver armor walked out elegantly, only to see the armor holding a thin sword, and saw that Aisa actually raised his sword and stood in front of him and made a knightly salute.

"High ...... Wen ......" Esa gritted his teeth and said, the bow and arrows in his hand did not stop, and the arrows with light shot towards Gawain like a shower, but Gawain just strolled gracefully, as if in a leisurely afternoon, holding an umbrella and dancing lightly in the shower, the long sword in his hand kept colliding with the light arrows, and the sound of the sound almost turned into a beautiful piece of music in Allegro.

Then, Esa suddenly felt a blazing heat coming from the ground not far away.

Esa snapped back, turning the target of his attack into a shadow not far away.

"Hahaha, you greet your old friend like this. An arrogant laugh came from the shadows, and then a jagged, man-high broadsword came out of the shadows, and with a single swing, dark red flames suddenly poured out of the broadsword, and the rain-like arrows of light were all engulfed in flames, turning into ashes and falling to the ground.

"Mordred, aren't you dead?" Seeing the flames erupting, Esa quickly took a few steps back to dodge, but Essa's face became more and more ugly.

"Yes, I'm dead, Lord Hades, the god of death, wants me to pick you up with you, hahaha. Mordred laughed hysterically, and stepped out of the purgatory fire, dressed in dark red armor, with thick rusty nails nailed at the joints, and the red fire continued to flow out like blood, dripping on the ground and burning black.