"Wow, that's spectacular!"

Lin Lei stood on the top of the hill and looked at the battlefield in the distance.

It was as if it was a raging line of fire, and the flames of war spread from the valley to the plain, densely packed with elves, and in addition to that, there were creatures that Lin Lei had never seen before-

"There's a giant over there, there's a green dragon over there, what's that huge slime??" Lin Lei looked at the huge monsters raging on the battlefield with great interest, and his mouth was amazed: "There are so many treasures here!"

The Skyrim Continent is not only home to primordial elves, but also inhabited by many legendary creatures that are almost impossible to see in the outside world.

"Guarding such a good land for five hundred years, the primordial elves are still like that, it's a shame!"

The earrings said coldly.

"The lowly forest elves are not qualified to say that. ”

Duru snorted coldly, and the disdain for the forest elves in his tone could be heard as soon as he heard it.

The primordial elves look down on the forest elves, no matter which queen's camp they are in, this is a political correctness.

"Stay here and let me slaughter the green dragon. ”

Du Lu glanced at Lin Lei defiantly, then turned around and flew towards the battlefield.

"Teacher, I actually think what you said makes sense. ”

Lin Lei took a breath of sweet air.

He liked this continent, the air was filled with rich energy, and he also sensed that there were different world tree breaths intertwined, forming a perfect energy balance, the primordial elves guarded such a treasure land, but they didn't grow in five hundred years, it was too tyrannical.

If he had been born here, he might have cultivated to become a god by now.

Those pampered elves don't seem to know how to be stingy with energy, they cast spells on the battlefield wantonly, and tens of thousands of different spells appeared in the valley, and the dense points of light made people dazzled.

However, Lin Lei knew at a glance that those spells were not efficient at all, and compared to his family's mages, the primordial elves were simply wasting energy.

It's no wonder that so many years after the cultivation began, the primordial elves have not realized its benefits for a long time - because they have no idea of enhancing the efficiency of energy operation at all.

"I think I can hit 10,000. ”

Lin Lei said.

"You're right – but you don't have the strength right now. ”

The earrings replied.

Lin Lei pursed his lips, he continued to stare at the battlefield, the battle here was fiercer than the outside world, but the environmental damage in the valley was not great. Hell, the plants in the Skyrim are more durable than the outside world.

"No wonder the Queen has no interest in other continents, they don't add up to this one. ”

Lin Lei thought so, and then decided to stay and watch the play.

The primordial elf maids laid out blankets on the grass for him, prepared stools and tables, and put snacks and flower tea on the tables—this service made Lin Lei refreshed.

"That's life!"

“...... Beat him up, bastard! How can that warrior be so cowardly!"

"Punch hard, come on, come on!"

While eating snacks, Lin Lei refueled a little soldier on the battlefield.

Just refueling was not enough, he always felt that something was missing, so he turned to the maids and asked, "Do you want to gamble with me?"

The maids looked at each other, they had never served such a master.

"Prime Minister, what do you want to bet on?"

Out of duty, they decided to cooperate with Lin Lei - and then lost months of wages.

The battle was not over, but Lin Lei made a war fortune.

In front of the pale maids, he put the gold coins on the table with a smile: "You are as blind as those elves, and you haven't won me once!"

Lin Lei counted the gold coins one by one.

While he was counting the gold coins, Xiwei, who was poorly prepared on the battlefield, had already clearly revealed her defeat.

She dodged the ferocious lightning that fell from the sky, and with a clattering crack, the last of her shields were shattered by the lightning, and the dense electric light struck Xiwei's body, causing it to let out a cry of pain.

"Qinglong is nothing more than that!"

Durroux burst out laughing.

"Why ......" Xiwei struggled out of the lightning, she didn't care about her injury: "Little master, what did you do to the little master?"

She couldn't believe her eyes, Lin Lei was in the distance, why didn't he escape, why didn't he call for help, and even watched the play - what the hell did the queen do to him!

"What did you do?" Du Lu's expression turned cold: "He is already our prime minister, what can we do?"

Xi Wei's expression was shocked: "Prime Minister, how is it possible!"

She turned her head to look at Lin Lei: "How did he become a prime minister? impossible, this can't be-"

Lin Lei heard Qinglong's howl, he turned his head to look, and just saw Xiwei being chased and beaten by Dulu, but his eyes turned to him from time to time, as if he was shouting something.

"I don't have the strength, and my ears aren't very good. ”

Lin Lei plucked out his ears, and then asked the maids, "What is that green dragon shouting at me?"

"She asked why you became our Prime Minister. ”

The maids replied with cold faces.

"Why?"

Lin Lei shook his head, Xiaobai has been so stupid after so many years.

So he stood up and shouted to the green dragon, "Because knowledge is power!"

A crisp sound floated across the battlefield, and the next moment, Sylvie fell from the sky.

When she struggled to get up from the ground, her body was covered in bruises, but the scars on her body were not as good as the scars in her heart—and Xiwei suddenly realized that she might have come in vain.

She almost forgot that her little master's strongest skill was to fool - and it wasn't the first time she had turned an enemy into a friend.

"Should I go back?"

Xiwei wanted to cry and looked at her scarred body without tears, and just as she had the idea of going back, suddenly a song sounded from behind her, and in the song, her wound glowed and disappeared.

"Choir!"

Sylvie looked back to see a number of merfolk priests in snow-white robes standing at the back of the plain.

White light fell from the sky, turning the land around the priests into a holy place, the guardian barrier of the choir. The choir, mostly made up of mermaid priests, was founded 500 years ago by priests with beautiful singing voices hand-picked by the queen herself.

Merfolk priests can inspire warriors with war songs, curse their enemies with lamentations, or redeem the wounded with elegiac songs—they are not warriors, but they possess greater battlefield control than warriors, and are a powerful force on the battlefield of primordial elves.

Every appearance of the choir represents the will of the Queen, and even if Sylvie wants to stop the war at this moment, it is impossible.