Viewed from above, the hundreds of miles of Tulaone forests resemble a sea of green. Looking at it from such a height, the huge elven ancient tree in the center is also as majestic as a mountain isolated in the sea, and it is majestic.

Two gargoyles hovered directly above the Elven Ancient Tree, on which sat a magician, each with a silver skull mask on their faces.

The two magicians were dressed in ordinary clothes, and there seemed to be nothing unusual about them except for the silver masks on their faces, but those two masks were enough. It is the legendary devil in most people's hearts, the most mysterious and shocking symbol of identity and status on the continent, and a proof of strength.

But now the eyes of the two most mysterious and terrifying magicians in the legend were full of surprise, as if they had just seen the legend.

Indeed, in the eyes of the two of them, the momentum of the elven ancient tree may be far greater than that of ordinary people, and the vigorous vitality and mana power even made them feel that their nerves were tensing up one after another, and the mana in their bodies that was originally enough to dominate the continent was similar to that of a mouse compared to this big tree.

A magician began to mumble a mantra, and with a press of his hands facing downward, two loud explosions rang out from below. Huge flames rose as the waves of the explosion spread, forming two small mushroom clouds of flames. "Hell Blast" is not the top attack magic, but it is not far from this top, and a mage who can cast such a magic in a skirmish can usually become a key figure in turning the tide of battle, and this mage actually used both hands to send it twice at the same time. And he didn't show the slightest effort. If this scene were seen by all the magicians in the world, I am afraid that many people would not dare to study this magic again.

But instead of looking happy or complacent, the magician who performed these two spells sighed heavily and shook his head. Because the two hell fires didn't really hit the Elven Tree or the Turalone Forest below, a layer of light flashed above the Elven Tree. Two high-level magic bolts exploded in mid-air. The magician said in a tone that was half admiring and half regretful, "It seems that this is the ancient tree of war in the era of the Ancient Elven Empire mentioned by Lord Archibald in the book. I can't imagine that there is really such a tree in Tulaleone. The elves were so calm that they didn't use the leaves of the World Tree to activate it until this time. I never expected that the leaves of the World Tree would have such an effect after being used as the core of the Elven Ancient Tree, and it could actually withstand our full attack. ”

The other magician also frowned and looked at the forest below, and asked a little angrily, "There is also a fire bomb and an ice storm scroll here, do you want to combine them and try the strength of the two of us?" He was not only a little angry, but also had a fatigue on his face that could not be concealed. In fact, he'd already cast several big spells just now. But it had no effect other than to explode a colorful glow over the forest.

"It's useless, you can't break through that barrier in one go, and the endless vitality of the leaves of the World Tree can immediately restore it to its original state. The two of us don't have enough mana now......" The magician thought for a moment and continued, "If it's a forbidden spell, it should be fine. Or if there are two more people, the four of them should be able to attack a little bit with top-level magic, this is not an absolute magic failure barrier like the Whispering Forest after all......"

"Do you want to try it? I don't think I need to waste the Forbidden Scroll, it's too much work to make. I'll call someone right away, as long as it's for the leaves of the World Tree below, I'm sure even Mr. Shante will be very interested......"

A voice came from the ancient tree of war below, and it was not loud. But it hung over the forest. "Guardians of the Dark Will, or rather I should call you by the names of your society, honorable necromancer, please go back, we don't want to be your enemy. But we must not let you take away what they want. ”

A necromancer looked down and sneered, "Joke, do you really think that shrinking into this turtle shell will make us retreat?" ”

At this moment, a green light suddenly shot out from the Ancient War Tree, pointing directly at the gargoyles that one of the necromancers was riding.

The gargoyle's reaction and mobility were impeccable, and with the movement of the dead mage above, he moved a little bit away in an instant, but just this little bit of position was obviously not enough for the gargoyle's huge body, and with a soft sound, the obsidian body flew apart and shattered like glass, and half of the gargoyle's shoulders and arms were swept by the green light and turned into fragments in the sky.

The gargoyle didn't feel it, it didn't scream, but the necromancer's face had completely changed. He knew what the consequences would be if the green light passed through him, but he also saw that the target of the green wedding didn't seem to be aimed at him, but the gargoyle's head.

"Dear necromancer, as I said, we don't want to be your enemy. The voice sounded again, the tone and volume did not change, but it was already a completely different taste to the ears of the two necromancers, and the persuasiveness was many times stronger. "But I'm also sure that we have enough to discourage you. Both Mr. Cedros and General Gru of Orfu can receive our immediate messages, and they both have teleportation scrolls from Tulaleon in their hands and can be here at any time. I don't think you want to see them......"

"Sooner or later, these long-eared rats, I'm going to turn you all into pieces of meat on the test bed. The necromancer who was almost hit by the green light looked down, his eyes already full of rage and murderous intent. This obvious threat had seriously hurt his self-esteem as a necromancer, and a person who thought he was already on top of the world would never like the feeling of being pulled down, especially when he was completely powerless against such a threat from others.

Several winged flying horses carry elves around the canopy of the elven tree. Although he never dared to fly out of the invisible magic barrier, the elven archers above never put away the bows and arrows in their hands.

The other necromancer didn't show much excitement or anger, but a cold light flashed in his eyes, and then he whispered, "Let's go." ”

The two gargoyles whirled in mid-air, and both reluctantly turned and flew towards the east.

In the center of the ancient elven tree below, a platform made of intertwined branches is a huge dense branch. Three elves, one old and two young, looked up at the back of a gargoylee in the distance. The wrinkled elven elder finally let out a long sigh of relief.

"Elder Lloyd, why don't you want me to target that necromancer?, why do you have to warn them to leave?" asked the female elf with a huge black longbow in her hand. There was a slight tiredness on her face, and the strength of this arrow just now was not a lot.

Elder Lloyd shook his head, sighed, and said, "Even if it is aligned, it is not possible to kill with a single blow at such a long distance. Even if you can kill one, with your current strength, you will never be able to shoot two arrows in a row and kill the other. These guys are arrogant people, whether it hurts one of them or makes them feel threatened, as long as it really provokes them, I'm sure it won't be two people on top tomorrow, and the magic they use will definitely not be just these regular magic. He glanced at the side, his face worried, "And Elder Lua's ability is probably at its limit, in fact, those two guys above may not be able to stand it if they bombard it again." ”

The elven girl sitting in the center of the platform that Elder Lloyd was looking at had her eyes closed, and there was not the slightest trace of blood on her face. In the center of the platform was a magic circle, and in the center of the array, a green leaf slowly diffused its own green light throughout the array, and the girl's hand was pressed on the top of the leaf. It was she who controlled the power of the leaves of the World Tree to cast out the Ancient Tree of War, supporting the barrier against the magical bombardment of the sky.

She opened her eyes slowly, and her face, which was already as white as her hair, flushed with a flush, although it was a sickly red, but on her face it looked more vibrant. Although the life force of the leaves of the World Tree can be endless, she can't. After all, this is the barrier that independently controls the ancient tree of war to resist the magic bombardment of the two great magicians, and she has actually reached the limit a long time ago.

Several elven elders also walked up from under the ancient tree, all of them with heavy gloom on their faces. Every magic explosion in this sky just now made every elf below tremble, as long as the defense of that layer of war ancient trees failed, what they would face below was annihilation. An elven elder wiped the cold sweat from his head and said, "Elder Lloyd, it seems that your suggestion to start the War Ancient Tree immediately is indeed correct. ”

Elder Lloyd shook his head, the solemnity on his face heavier than that of all the Elven Elders, and he said, "It's just a stopgap measure, those guys won't give up." Even if Sedlos and General Gru were able to arrive, it would only make them have scruples. The next time they make a move, it will be an offensive that we can't resist. ”

"Then what can be done against them? Turalion doesn't have many pegasus, and there are only a dozen or so that can be used to ride archers, and these will never be able to withstand those gargoyles and necromancers. ”

"Then let Pegasus carry all the magicians. ”

"But the natural magic of our elves is not good at frontal attack, and the elemental magic is not too high, how can it compete with the magic of those necromancers......"

"No way, those necromancers will never fly into the range of our bows and arrows until they have razed this place to the ground with magic, and our tens of thousands of elven archers in Turalone are useless......"

"Each Ancient War Tree contains the eggs of three mutant War Mantises...... As long as Elder Rua uses the power of the leaves of the World Tree to hatch it, it may be able to give us enough combat power to deal with the necromancers. ”

"No, Queen Isabel left the Whispering Forest to collect these things and establish the Turalone Forest in order not to let the legacy of the Elder Elves be used to kill and provoke a war, and this time the use of the Ancient Tree of War is a last resort......"

"Whether it is Marfa's metaphor or the queen's intention, it must no longer be for the sake of strife and ** to pursue power, and finally make power out of control. ”

"But the strife is not provoked by us, the source of ** is in the hearts of those human beings, do we want to be slaughtered by others?"

The argument doesn't seem to lead to a single outcome. Eventually, all the Elven Elders set their sights on Elder Lloyd.

Elder Lloyd frowned at the leaves of the World Tree on the stage, the wrinkles on his face huddled. This thing is indeed a problem, and the most troublesome part of this trouble is that it cannot be completely solved. After all, this is a sacred relic of the elf clan, and even the greatest sacrifice cannot give this thing to others or destroy it.

But to protect something, strength is a must. And the elves who follow Marfa's teachings instead of pursuing power are undoubtedly no match for the Necromantic Guild. Although help from Cedros and Gru can be obtained at any time, it does not seem to be a long-term solution. Fortunately, the secret ally Orf has held back the Church and the Necromantic Guild, attracting most of their attention and power, otherwise the situation would have been worse.

"Looks like we're just going to have to move...... You don't have to find help......" Elder Lloyd sighed with a wry smile.

Oufu, in the middle of the night.

Asa jumped off the bed and stretched out his arms to move, his neck twisted, his muscles tugging at the bones and joints of his body, and there was an even crackling sound from his cervical vertebrae to his knuckles, and then he walked straight to the door.

"What are you doing?" asked Jessica. She was naked and snuggled up to the bedside, her dark and delicate skin, and her slender but powerful limbs made her look more like a black leopard in the dark than a maiden who had just woken up from a frenzied slumber.

"Put on your clothes, it was as if something had happened. Before Asa could finish speaking, Jessica heard footsteps coming from afar.

Ashara opened the door, and the half-orc figure also appeared in the doorway. The orcs didn't panic in the slightest. It seems that he has long been accustomed to this way of opening the door, and just gasped and said to Asa: "Mr. Cedros told you to go to the town hall as soon as possible." ”

"What's wrong?, are the coalitions attacking?" Asa asked, hearing not only the orc's footsteps, but also the noise in the streets outside. The shouts of the orc soldiers, the sound of running, the clashing of weapons.

The orcs were still panting. Even his physique, which is far superior to that of humans, is very difficult, and it can be seen that he is running at a very fast speed. His ugly green face was now sweatless, like a soaked bitter melon, but the excitement and excitement were palpable, "No, it's the Coalition forces that have withdrawn, and Mr. Cedros has gathered all his troops to prepare for the attack." ”

The square in front of the city hall was already crowded with people and beasts, and almost all the orcs in Oufu had gathered. Tall werewolves and ogres carried huge hammers and axes, and dwarfer lizardmen held their own weapons, lined up in an orderly and dense manner under the leadership of various clan leaders and warriors. The orc trainer drove a dozen bipedal wyverns and hundreds of brute bulls to stand around.

Although the scene was not too noisy because of the good order, thousands of heavy breaths and wheezing gathered into a strange wave. The heavy aura that filled the air emanated from the countless excited orcs, representing the wildness and impulsiveness rushing in their blood, and the whole scene hinted at a storm suppressed beneath this unquiet calm.

Only the torches were lit at the gate of the town hall, and all the eyes and attention of the orcs were there, and the figure of the old man shone in the firelight like a god worshipped by the orcs.

Cedros's voice was calm and loud, reaching the ears of every orc through the magic array improvised under his feet: "First of all, I want to tell the people of Orf the good news that the Holy See's coalition forces have finally withdrawn. ”

As soon as Cedros's words fell, countless shouts and howls erupted from the throats of thousands of orcs into a thunderous roar.

Although the sound was comparable to the roar of the Behemoth Beamon, Cedros only pressed his hand out of thin air, and the orcs quickly fell silent, and he continued, "This is our victory, the victory of everyone here who fights for freedom and survival. But this victory was not complete, everything was far from over, and the army of the Church withdrew this time, but it would take them long before they returned with more soldiers. ”

"We hate and fight incessantly, but we will never be afraid or cowardly against any enemy who wants to invade our homeland, and we will not be stingy with our weapons and blood. We will not allow these enemies who seek to set foot on Orf to leave unharmed......" Cedros's voice paused, and then said in a voice louder and louder enough to shake the soul of every orc, "We will fight for our homeland, for our freedom, for our survival. ”

The roar of the heavens and the earth rose to the ground, and the surrounding boulder buildings seemed to tremble, and the gigantic wyverns and bulls of Gah struggled in horror in this terrifying aura, each orc spewed out the flames and wildness in his chest with all his might, and they held aloft their weapons, a forest of steel that was about to harvest countless lives.

"The coalition forces withdrew, morale was low, and the formation was scattered. This is the perfect opportunity for us to cut down on your living forces, to demoralize them once and for all, and to nurture my morale. In the midst of the deafening roar, the Porugans had to shout hard to keep their voices from being drowned out, and explained to Assa, who was standing with him in the shadows not far behind Cedros: "This pursuit is estimated to reduce their strength by at least tens of thousands, and the pressure will be easier in the future." ”

Asa nodded absentmindedly, the sound of which made his ears ache, and he felt a pang of boredom for no reason, for the sound seemed to have been heard somewhere, and although it was a little different, it was generally the same.