Agamemnon rose into the air, his giant sword silently slashing at the elven youth. It's an unpretentious sword, winning with speed and power. The elven youth's eyes lit up, he spread his feet apart, stepped on the heads of the two royal guards, and the spear shot out, instantly dismissing Agamemnon's greatsword, and then stabbed backhand.

Agamemnon wielded his sword like the wind and launched a stormy attack on the elven youth. There was no skill in his sword moves, and it was entirely instinctive! It was only at this time that Agamemnon showed his true strength. In the face of such an attack, the ordinary Sanctuary had no power to parry at all.

The elven youth's eyes were full of appreciation, but the spear in his hand was as fast as lightning, and he fought Agamemnon against each other. After three moves, the elven youth turned the tide, and the spear flew up and down like a snake, forcing Agamemnon to switch from attack to defense in an instant. After a few rounds, the elven youth's spear suddenly caught Agamemnon's greatsword, and with a flick of his wrist, the spear made three circles with the greatsword, and then struck upward, sending it flying into the air. Agamemnon refused to let go, and clung to the hilt of his sword, so that his whole body was carried into flight.

The spear in the elven youth's hand shook a few times, and the eight royal guards around him immediately became stiff, each with a bloody hole on their heads, and then fell neatly with the elven youth as the center.

The next moment, there were two crisp sounds from the elven youth's feet, and the skulls of the two royal guards he used as stepping stones shattered, but they still stood.

The elven youth narrowed his eyes and looked at Reilly with a solemn expression. He didn't meddle in the battle just now, but observed the elven youth from the side. Under Reilly's gaze, the elven youth had a feeling that his soul had been seen through, which made him very uneasy.

The elven youth kicked his legs and flew towards Rayleigh like a cannonball, and the spear in his hand was like a spirit snake spitting out letters, piercing Rayleigh's left chest. The latter unhurriedly raised the black magic sword, and swept through the thousands of armies to meet the elven youth with one move.

The elven youth's face changed, and he moved several meters sideways in the middle of the moment, dodging the blow.

Reilly smiled and said, "You really have a vision. ”

The spear in the elven youth's hand is a legendary weapon, not far behind Agamemnon's greatsword. However, the Dark Magic Sword in Reilly's hand is a top-notch epic weapon, only one step away from the artifact, and it is also an artifact in the Entagri world! According to the standards of the Norland plane, the Dark Magic Sword can already be regarded as an artifact, and it is only one step away from the super artifact! If the elven youth dares to use that spear to fight against the Dark Magic Sword, then his most likely end is that he will be cut into four with a spear!

The elven youth took a deep breath and picked up his spear to prepare for another battle. However, a huge force suddenly fell on him, and the elven youth felt as if he was being held by a giant in his hands and dragged in a certain direction.

The elven youth stuck his spear into the ground and fixed his body. He turned his head to see that Nereth was holding his right hand as if pulling at something. There was not much difference in the strength of the two, and they fell into a stalemate all of a sudden.

Rayleigh unleashed the Curse of Sluggishness and the Curse of Weakness in a moment's time, and the elven youth was shocked to find that his speed and strength had been reduced by half!

Seeing a burst fireball fly out of Reilly's hand, the elven youth's face changed drastically, a strange flush rose on his face, and then he kicked his legs and flew towards Nereth with the power of the Titan's grasp. Even with two curses on his body, his speed was as fast as the wind, apparently activating some kind of secret technique to stimulate his potential.

Nereth had released the shield wall, and Sher was standing beside him. The elven youth took a serious look at Neris's face, and with a few stabs of his hand, he broke through the shield wall, and at the same time let the four princes' giant axes get out of his hands, and then raised his spear horizontally and knocked him away. Nereus spurted out a mouthful of blood, a clattering sound in his chest, and he didn't know how many ribs had been broken.

Scheer's twin swords danced into two clouds of white light, but he didn't touch the elven youth at all. The latter first knocked Nereus into the air, and then opened a large hole in Scheer's chest, completely ending the Sanctuary powerhouse.

After doing all this, the elven youth turned to face Reilly. I saw him holding the black magic sword in one hand and the undead shield in the other, calmly walking towards the elven youth.

(Inherent Time Control: Triple Speed!)

Time seemed to be chaotic at this moment, and Reilly's movements were unhurried and could be seen clearly by almost everyone. However, he actually rushed in front of the elven youth in an instant, swinging his sword and slashing down!

The elven youth roared angrily, and the spear stabbed out like lightning, hitting Reilly's left chest, trying to rely on the length of the weapon to strike first. Reilly raised the undead shield and separated the spear, and the Dark Sword continued to slash at the elven youth. The latter's face changed, and he leaped to the side, dodging the fatal slash.

Taking advantage of the fact that the elven youth was unable to turn in the air, Reilly used his ability to calm down and instantly send out a thunder hell forest. I saw a thick and extremely thick electric light fall from the sky and pour down on the elven youth.

At this moment, all the living green forest elves were stunned, and in their eyes, the children of the forest, who were like the incarnation of gods, were beaten to the point that they were powerless!

The Children of the Forest let out a terrible cry and lay on the ground unable to move. Although he was not killed by Reilly's magic, he was already paralyzed, unable to lift his fingers.

Reilly walked up to the Children of the Forest and raised his Dark Sword.

"Don't kill him!" cried Richard.

Reilly rolled his eyes and said, "You still expect him to surrender?"

Richard was speechless, he just instinctively didn't want to kill someone who had lost the ability to resist, but he didn't think about what to do after that. In fact, even if the Children of the Forest were willing to surrender, Richard would not dare to use it, so he could only keep him in prison.

Eventually, Reilly pierced the heart of the Children of the Forest.

A terrible whistling sound sounded in the forest, and the surviving green forest elves no longer had the fighting spirit and fled in all directions.

The next job is to clean up the battlefield. More than 100 people were killed on Richard's side, including three costumed knights and a priest. The Green Forest Elves threw down more than a thousand corpses, and in addition to the Children of the Forest, thirteen druids and more than one hundred and thirty treants died in the battle.

The next day, Richard and his troops set off for the base city, while Reilly went alone in pursuit of the Tree of Life.

Three hours later, Reilly rendezvoused with Gore, then summoned a legion of puppets from the Kingdom of God and raided the walking Tree of Life. The elven tribe's living forces were lost in yesterday's battle, and the remaining three druids and dozens of elven hunters were unable to resist Reilly's puppet army, and after destroying them, Reilly commanded the Knights of the Dawn to cut down the tree of life and harvest the materials.

Eventually, Rayleigh was given a Heart of the Tree of Life and enough materials to craft hundreds of longbows, worth as much as a top-tier sacrifice.

Upon returning to the base city, Rayleigh gave Richard the heart of the Tree of Life, and threw the rest of the materials into the alchemy factory, where he used to craft a fine-quality longbow.