The cold wave covered the unmoving dark elves, who were ordered to snipe the mountain dwarves' Meinsobella city guards, and countless fluffy snowflakes fell rapidly, hitting their armor, and instantly scattered into snow powder. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The dark elves chanted the prayers of the goddess Ross aloud, and there was a serious expression between their eyebrows, not so much devotion as the fear that the goddess would not send down more divine favors to protect them from victory.

The priestesses and nobles performed extremely well overall, and the few male mages and civilian warriors present couldn't help but feel a little uneasy in their hearts, after all, such a huge cryo-air mass must have brewed an attack that was very terrifying.

They do have faith in the spider goddess, but they are not fanatics, and they value their own strength more, so when a wave of snow passes, it quickly turns into a diamond-shaped ice edge, like an arrow array, cutting down the dark elves like cutting wheat.

Between life and death, these men threw the commander's orders behind them and, according to their biological instinct to avoid danger, quickly broke away from the brigade and escaped from the enveloping range of the cryogas.

The makeshift altar, the obsidian statue of the spider goddess, was eclipsed by its original warm luster. When Giona Defoe saw this, her heart pounded wildly, as if she were being clenched by an invisible hand.

Like an arrow shooting at the edge of ice, the presiding officer of the sacrifice ceremony was severely injured, and Giona Defo snorted coldly, and without hesitation, kicked her feet away, and landed on the altar.

The discovery that the Ice Storm's power did not invade the area where the altar and the sacrificial rites were located made the Dark Elf Commander happy, and if nothing else, this vision alone proved that the goddess's favor had not completely waned.

Giona Defoe walked over to the mortally injured host, and without time to heal her, snatched the ritual blade and aimed it at a half-elf girl with a panicked face, a white elf from the surface of the earth, with long golden hair that did not lose its luster even in the dark lands.

In order to gain the favor of the goddess, Giona Defoe did not hesitate to hold the ceremonial blade, slashed at the half-elf girl's chest, slashed the wound with the bone, and suddenly reached in, plucked her beating heart empty-handed, and offered the icon to the goddess.

"Whoa!"

The obsidian statue was originally left with only a thin layer of white light, and in an instant, it burst out of the light visible to the eyes and rose sharply like a spring, and then slowly slipped outward, opening a huge inverted bowl-shaped protective shield.

Whether it is a fluffy snow ball or a sharp ice edge, through the shield spread out by the altar, it instantly loses its original form and becomes a trickling raindrop.

How lethal the rain is, for the dark elves, the small amount can only wash their faces, compared to the dangerous and deadly ice storm just now, it is equivalent to a harmless breeze on the face.

The army of dark elves, all the survivors who survived, turned a blind eye to the fallen companions around them, cheered loudly, and chanted the prayers of the goddess.

At the same time, Lu Bin had already learned that the four-ring arcane magic ice storm was in effect, but he unexpectedly found that the number of dark elves had decreased abruptly, and he was firmly on the final baseline.

"Those black skins actually unfolded a spell invalidity enchantment...... Well, it's hard to crack the rubbing to generate an enchantment card, what's going on? There is divine interference...... Oops! It's not going to be a spider goddess!"

Remembering the legendary cruel and capricious embodiment of death and destruction who takes pleasure in torturing believers who cannot please them, the goddess of the Dark Elves will not be a generous person who descends on the Divine Grace at the call of the faithful.

The gods have their own dignity, and they will not be so humbly called by the believers at will, in fact, the gods control the believers through faith, and it is difficult for believers to use faith to influence the gods they believe, if the gods will be changed by the believers, then he will collapse from the godhead and fall into the astral sleep has started the countdown to the end of the world.

Lu Bin learned through the Book of the Brigade Mage that less than one percent of the dark elves were killed on the spot by the ice storm just now, most of them were only seriously injured, and if they were treated, they could recover, and immediately ordered the undead army under his command to launch a suicidal charge, striving to open a way for the march of the mountain dwarves.

"Squeak and quack", only the joints of the bones made a terrifying and strange sound, and the number of underground lizards that rose to forty-seven was eroded into a skeleton by negative energy, and when they began to run wildly, the tooth-aching sound immediately disappeared.

Lu Bin straightened up and coughed to attract the attention of the mountain dwarves: "Everyone, the cave leading to the surface is now occupied by an unknown number of dark elves, and it should be the army ordered to snipe our dungeon. The two sides have already fought each other, and the Dark Elves have panicked us with their dastardly magic, and I have entertained them with a four-ring arcane ice storm of colors. ”

"But that was not enough, it was our courage and the weapons in our hands that really determined the victory, and the victory won by cutting down the enemy head-on. Now that I have driven my minions to open the door to victory, I would like to ask you if you want to follow me, Lord of Ironforge, Rhaze Ryan, to kill all the dark elves who have been ordered to snipe us, and send these incompetent people who dare not show their faces to meet their goddesses. ”

The mountain dwarves were stunned for a moment, and then they all let out a roar of war: "Kill, kill the dark elves!"

Lu Bin's face did not move, but he was secretly proud in his heart: "The feelings of the people are surging, and the people's hearts are available!" I hope that through this battle, the mountain dwarves can truly overcome their mental obstacles and come out of the shadow of defeat. ”

If you want to restore the spirit of the mountain dwarves, victory in this battle is a must, and it is not a tragic victory, considering that the tribe retains enough vitality, it is sure to achieve an overwhelming victory heartily.

For this reason, Lu Bin did not hesitate to pay for the entire army of the undead, but he was even ready to take out the "Banshee" who had just been reborn and tore open the cocoon of the negative world.

Under the command of Hardin Copperbeard, the mountain dwarves were transformed into a charge formation of ten, the first of which were the guards of the secret room armed with spears, wearing heavy armor two fingers thick, and would not have been able to hold out if it were not for the dwarves' far superior strength and stamina.

At the same time, the dark elves, who had been swept by the ice storm and had become sparse in formation, heard the footsteps of the undead and immediately abandoned the wounded to reorganize the battle formation.

Commander Giona Defoe was shocked by the huge spell invalidation barrier just now, and her reverence for the goddess reached the peak of her life, and in order to gain more favor from the goddess, she devoted herself to the sacrifice ceremony, after all, she also had another surface elf sacrifice in her hand.

With a brisk step, the skeletal lizard rushed into the cave where the mushroom forest had been uprooted, and rode on it to leap up for the first time, its strong body like a boulder thrown by a trebuchet, and fell towards the dense battle array of dark elves.

The spell ineffective enchantment unfolded with altar statues and sacrificial rituals could not deal with the high-level undead who attacked purely physically, and although the dark elves who reacted in time bent their bows and shot arrows at the corpse monster Eugen into a hedgehog, they still couldn't stop its attack.

In the midst of the crisis, Commander Giona Defoe persistently continued to preside over the sacrificial rites, completely indifferent to the approaching danger, and the Dark Elves could only instinctively change their formation.

The sharp arrow formation, the front part of the front part is abruptly divided into a horseshoe-shaped battle formation, or it can also be called a pocket formation.

However, the number of bone lizards that rushed out exceeded the expectations of the dark elves, and the soldiers who were separated to both sides were driven by Lu Bin to swallow the undead legion in one bite due to the relatively weak defense line.

To deal with the horseshoe formation, it is best to use the trident battle formation to directly pierce through, but the bloodthirsty frenzy of these high-level undead towards fresh life can also be called the "three-headed dog battle formation".

The dark elves, who had lost their commander, suddenly fell into a state of chaos, the sacrifice ceremony was still in progress, and the rich white light of the obsidian statue continued, proving that the grace of the spider goddess had not faded.

Unable to stand the brutal attacks of the undead, the soldiers who turned away from the battlefield in order to escape, beheaded anyone who stood in her way, and the mass death of the believers may have made the goddess Ross feel happy.

However, when Lu Bin led the mountain dwarves into the cave, the undead army almost broke through the formation of the dark elves, opening a door to victory.

At the same time, smelling the familiar smell, the will of the spider goddess attached to the obsidian statue suddenly remembered a certain interesting plane, and immediately sent the maid who had to return to the deep pit magic web after failing in the mission at that time.

In front of the statue of the Spider Goddess, a jade bowl carved from pitch-black agate was originally burning with the scent of elven blood mixed with rotting bones, and suddenly a large cloud of smoke suddenly appeared, and the crimson flame burned brightly, revealing a smooth hairless head, which kept rising and expanding into an amorphous half-melted ball.

A scarlet glowing one-eye, six tentacles that keep dripping wax, and no mouth to eat, but emitting a terrifying evil aura, is the maid of the spider goddess Rose, the Melting Demon.