The elven warriors in charge of the sentry were napping against the wall at this time.

They couldn't be blamed for this, because the night outside the outpost was so endless that it was easy to get tired of looking, and even the most astute warriors could hardly stare at the dim landscape all the time in such an environment. It's inevitable that you will feel sleepy.

Even so, they were still excellent warriors, so when the strange sound came, the elven warriors regained their vigilance consciousness for the first time.

However, it was too late, and the shadow of death had already fallen.

The Wind Demon riding the giant eagle quickly lowered his altitude, leaped into the air as he was about to reach the outpost, and slashed his blade through the throats of the elven warriors who were about to shout a loud warning. One of the elven warriors turned sideways in time to dodge the blade, showing off a skill rarely seen as an elf.

But that's about it.

When he stood up with his sword, the wind demons who were already covered in blood attacked him from all directions, and once his figures staggered, his body was already covered with bleeding wounds, and the blood gushing from his neck could not be stopped. With one hand covering and the other holding a knife, he faced the demonic beasts that surrounded him. It's like a little grass drifting in a storm.

But he still insisted, and ordered him not to fall yet. This outpost is left with itself, and it must be guarded. If you let the vicious demons rush into the unsuspecting village like this, the consequences are unimaginable.

Life force continued to flow from the body, and the elves cast simple defensive magic on both sides of the body, but their eyes were fixed on the dusty guard bell not far away.

It's just that this kind of defense is a drop in the bucket in the face of the approaching bloodthirsty wind demons.

The elven warrior felt that his eyes were gradually drifting, but he was too remorseful to take any action. Just when everything is going to be a foregone conclusion.

The sound of alarms resounded throughout the village, so loud that all the creatures present were startled.

The elf remembered that it was the sirens around the temples in the village, which he had only heard a few times in his short years, because the elves were known for their magic and few thieves would try their guard system.

But the sound is so loud, it seems that this stupid thief has triggered all the prohibitions in one breath. The elven warrior who had suffered the baptism of despair smiled brightly when he thought of this. Because the loud noise just now had successfully attracted the attention of the wind demons, the elves who had come back to their senses earlier saw the gap in the breakthrough from the layers of encirclement.

At this time, it is impossible to imagine what happened in the village, and all the elven warriors can do is to exude the brilliant spark of their lives in this last moment.

[Second Order Magic.Burst Step].

The elf used all his magic power, and the magic beyond the limit of his skill caused his foot bones to shatter, but the speed he gained even exceeded the reflexes of the wind demons. With the sound of the wind breaking, he slammed his body into the bell.

"Knock~" (the sound of bones shattering).

The external alert made a dull sound not seen in twenty years, and it spread low and clear throughout the village.

Time goes back a moment here.

In his cabin, Lifa was about to sleep after washing. Lying on the bed and closing her eyes, Twilight was startled and suddenly opened up again. It was the subconscious that told her that there was still something to be done today and that she couldn't sleep here.

Lifa meditated, finally figuring out what was so confusing that she couldn't sleep.

Since this morning, that annoying vibration from the Holy Sword has not occurred. And because what I saw during the day was too shocking, I didn't take this kind of thing too seriously.

Now that I think about it, the things that had happened so frequently for a few days since the boy came here had never happened again.

The boy must have some connection to the Holy Sword. Thinking of this, Lifa jumped up like a cat with its tail stepped on, and rushed to the small hotel where Han Tuo lived next to her.

However, Hantuo was no longer there. Lifa thought for a moment as she faced the empty room, and suddenly a deafening alarm sounded from the middle of the village. Surprised, Lifa summoned her iron bow and rushed out the door.

Many elves also rushed out of their homes along the way, in this cruel world, the elves do not have the old and weak, women and children, as long as they can use magic, it is equivalent to having the ability to fight.

Then the sound of the quaint brass bell rang out, stopping all the elves who had rushed to the temple. Some of the older ones were the first to come to their senses, and then ran like crazy towards the village gate. Led all the elves to turn around, and the tide rushed towards the gate.

Compared to something in the temple that is offered as a treasure, it is the continuation of one's own race, and the life of one's own people is more important.

The demon vigilance after twenty years has finally sounded again. Started the first war of real significance since the awakening of the demon king.

Outside the gate, the half-humanoid half-horse demon half-orc gave up his hidden form, and the huge horse's hooves kicked on the ground like the sound of thunder. The figures who were running hard carried up a large canopy of dust behind them, and some knights waved their huge axes in their hands, so the towering trees fell in response, and three or two knights rushed over with wooden stakes as battering rams.

The wooden door of the village instantly lit up with an even more dazzling light, and the elves below re-strengthened it with reinforcement magic, making it several times harder than before. The wind demon on the sentry tower was just about to rush down with a bone blade, but it was pierced by an oncoming encounter.

The elven warriors, clad in golden armor, stepped onto the sentry stand with agility, and one of them gently closed his eyes for an elf who had fallen in a pool of blood and his skull shattered.

The giant eagle flying in the sky is a member of the [Giant Beast Clan], a member of the Demon Race, and has already raised the altitude of its flight at this time to avoid being within the range of the feather arrows. There were also a few eager eagles that swooped down to attack, but were shot into a sieve by the oncoming feathered arrows and fell from the sky.

Not far away, the half-orc knight bearers billowed in smoke and dust, and behind them, there was a dense army of demonic beasts, their footsteps intertwined, and even caused a slight ground movement.

And in the depths of the village, Han Tuo had just pushed open the door of the Elven Temple, and a strong aura came from it.

However, before Han Tuo could take a step into it, a murderous aura condensed into substance came from behind him, and as soon as Han Tuo turned around, he saw the familiar gray-robed young man who was panting and embarrassed.

But there was no joy of reuniting with the old people, because the gray-robed young man opposite, with cold eyes, quietly raised the black dagger in his hand to Han Tuo.

The two who have been chasing finally meet at this moment.