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The various traps that were heavily and costly laid out did not serve a decisive purpose, at least not a single legend was done, and at most it only reduced the most unsuspecting group of second-class goods to the chaotic gang.

The originally thriving village of the Moon Elves was silent at this time, and all the clansmen and low-level professionals were sent to shelter.

The only tall building is the huge World Tree, and this magical plant may seem to feel that the Moon Elves who have been with it for tens of thousands of years, and have witnessed every bit of its growth, are about to undergo a great change, and the whole tree has become bad.

The branches and leaves of the tree trunk drooped slightly, and it was a little listless.

More than a hundred and ten Moon Elf professionals were scattered in all directions, and a large number of gifts were arranged on this land, and only the Moon Elves could know about it, and they quietly waited for the final moment to come.

They are the last elite of the Moon Elves, and the ordinary people are in the Vault, but it is not their turn to cause trouble.

The night was quiet, hours before dawn.

The two Moon Elf rangers were committed to the roof of a rough house, quietly observing the situation in the distance, they did not make a sound, and kept their secrets, but with their strength that they could only say was quite good, they obviously did not know that they had been targeted.

Two high-ranking assassins came up from the shadows, and if it was normal, they would definitely be backstabbing each person to solve the battle.

But thinking about the order above, the two of them glanced at each other in the shadows and decided that it would be better to knock the two moon elves unconscious.

But before they could move, a crisp sound sounded, and the two big heads rolled to the ground, and the two moon elves noticed the movement, and turned around to see the old ghost who had put the dagger back away.

"Old Ghost Lord ......" The two moon elves saw the two headless corpses at the feet of the old ghost, and immediately understood what they might have happened before, and their backs suddenly went cold.

The old ghost put his index finger to his mouth, made a "shhh ”

The two moon elves nodded, but their faces were a little bitter, and when it really came to that time, it was still a question whether they could run.

However, this idea is only a moment, since they appear here, it is estimated that they have already known the result.

The old ghost sighed, the situation of the moon elf became like this, although it was a little expected, but it was still a little unexpected.

The outside is full of traps, and it has also been casually touched into the house, and the defense line can be described as nothing.

As he had said before, the enemy was coming, but he and Verrell hadn't even cleaned up the little rats that had sneaked into the house.

The situation is not optimistic.

Maybe...... Should I think about a way out?

The old ghost is doing business, but he inevitably has a different kind of thought in his heart, he is not a guy who goes all the way to the dark.

Luo He's previous appeasement of him has been somewhat ineffective......

However, what he didn't know was that after he left, the two moon elves glanced at each other, and an inexplicable smile appeared on the corner of their mouths, and a flash of red flashed in the depths of their pupils.

That's the reaction after being manipulated by the mind to control the mind......

Just as the old ghost thought, the existence of the first gear of the forces of the slave hunting alliance is indeed about to arrive, or it has already arrived.

It's blocked at the door of the house, staring at each other with big eyes!

At least when the elves arrived, they had already noticed that there were already two groups of people in front of them, but they were stuck there and didn't move.

There was already a faint shadow of the Moon Elf Village in front of him, and he was one step away.

These two groups of elves are quite familiar with each other, a group of black fangs and a group of goblins.

That's right, it's a goblin!

When he found the goblin, Luo He's eyes lit up, but he showed a hurried appearance on the surface, and directly took out a big robe to cover himself cleanly.

Seeing this, Moxilina came to his side, and gloated a little: "Little brother, you are not afraid of heaven and earth, even the people besieging the city were directly killed, why are you afraid of a few goblins now?"

"Isn't this afraid of causing trouble to all the elf beauties?" Luo He smiled, seemingly kind, but he didn't know what he thought.

"Count you kind!" Moxilina saw that Luo He's demeanor did not seem to be fake, and her heart relaxed slightly.

If the goblins saw Luohe mixed with the elves, they didn't know if they would not think about the day's events!

You can't let the elves settle the old ghost's money for selling a few obsidian and black pupil stones, right?

Screw stands in the center of the goblin group, protected by the two gods of Charles and Yellow Fang, and has a bit of style.

She was confronting the centaurs of the Black Fang Slave Hunting Group, and when she saw the arrival of the elves, she sneered: "Another one, I see who can survive in the end!"

A middle-aged man with rotten teeth on the opposite side was obviously deaf and sharp-eyed, extremely keen, and before the screw could speak, he directly blocked the exit: "How do you know that they are also going to be deadlocked here? Maybe just go over?"

"Do you think that others are more stupid than you, and they will block this knife for you?" Screw sneered.

The two groups stood still and scolded each other from a distance of dozens of meters.

It's as if they've forgotten their business.

But it seems that there is no intention to do it, otherwise the distance of tens of meters is actually the same as nothing.

Vienna led the elves to find a place to stand, and after listening for a while, they understood a little.

It turned out that the two of them had come all the way to the thunder, and this returned to this place, and when I looked closely, I saw that wow, they were all thunder.

Exhaustion of early means can only solve some engineering traps, but there is nothing you can do about magic traps.

Not to mention the rules that the caster should conserve his physical strength in wartime, if a magic trap can be easily destroyed by a spell, it is not called a magic trap.

This minefield, after all, still needs living beings to go through the mine, otherwise how can it be called a minefield?

However, neither the goblins nor the blackclaws wanted to go.

This minefield is so obvious, so dense!

I looked to the side and looked, and it was the same scene. I don't know if it's true or not.

Anyway, the goblins and blackclaws sent a few river crossers to explore the way in several directions, and then they are now dead and can't even repair the grave.

The past must be able to pass, legendary strength, even clumsy warriors can rush over, as long as they don't die on purpose, there won't be much of a problem, although there are many traps, but there are few that can cause fatal injuries to legendary warriors.

If it is an ordinary professional, a high-level stalker has a quick hand and foot, and there is an eighty percent chance that his eyes are thin.

But what a does?

With such an existence, there are at most four or five people in a gang who are dedicated to spies, could it be that a few legendary bosses left the other hundreds of junior brothers behind and followed a few stalkers to arrest people?

A group of forces will come in the back to solve the little brother you left behind, how to clean it up?

So the two groups were deadlocked, and they were both counting on the other party to go over and take the thunder first.

Seeing this, Luo He suddenly remembered a sentence.

A monk carries water to eat......

If there were only a group of goblins, then maybe the loss would have been broken through in the big one, but now the bystanders are watching, and they don't want to make a contribution and plan to pick up the bargain?

Now there's a bunch of elves......

I smiled a little smugly in my heart, look at your!

"Why don't you let the caster use the levitation technique......" Vienna didn't speak, and a half-elf on the side had already expressed her doubts, but she stopped talking before she finished speaking.

Apparently she thought of the reason after a little thought.

Using the levitation technique, coupled with the use of other spells in the air to assist flight and then landing, not to mention whether there is a caster willing to go to such a great deal of effort, just hanging in the sky like this, isn't that a living target?

Such a thankless thing has always been calculating, and a spell bit has to be carefully calculated with a little magic power, and the mages who use it on the blade will not do it!

They never trade at a loss!