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On the edge of the province of Sriland in the west, Nivana, the queen of blades, stood proudly in the sky, her black and red wings spread, black shadows spread, and the oncoming wind seemed to be scethereal and circulated. No matter how strong the wind is, no matter how thick the clouds are, she can't even lift the corners of her clothes.

The gray death canopy has dissipated at some point, but the sky has gathered a denser darkness, like the darkness before dawn, but there is a trace of dawn falling from the darkness, the mixture of light and darkness, refracting countless colorful lights, making the sky like a richly colored oil painting, full of fantasy beauty.

On the ground, the mighty Zerg army rushed forward like a tide, wielding sickles sharper than knives, attacking the Death Legion in front, the skeleton soldiers' bone fragments, and the rotten flesh of the rotting corpses splashed everywhere.

The strange thing is that in this Zerg army, there are some undead mixed in, and their eyes seem to be frozen with blood light, and the sword light that slashes at their former comrades is merciless. In addition, among the army of the undead, from time to time, there are undead who suddenly rebel, waving butcher knives at their companions, and their eyes are also frozen with blood.

In the sky, Nivana, the queen of blades, watched the battlefield for a long time, occasionally letting the wounded insect soldiers withdraw and go to the rear for treatment, and slowly, the number of the army increased instead of decreasing.

In the northern province of Kran, in a deserted city, the ascetic Master Dia smashed a Skeletron with a rod, and there was no expression on his emaciated face.

Behind him, Ophela, the Holy Maiden of Light, strolled through the ruins, her expression compassionate and swirled in the light.

The holy light spread out in the gray ruins, and wherever it passed, wisps of gray dead air rose from the ground, slowly dissipating in the holy light.

The gray clouds gradually dispersed, the blue sky and white clouds reappeared, the golden sunlight sprinkled down, and the inconspicuous corners of the ruins, tenacious weeds suddenly broke through the soil, revealing a trace of green.

The mighty Zerg army poured into the city and rushed towards the ruins. Run over the remnants of the undead mercilessly. In a few moments, dust splattered, and huge stones were removed, revealing small cellar doors.

Much later. The small door opened tremblingly, and a figure looked out cautiously, and when he saw the blue sky and white clouds that had not been seen for a long time, he couldn't help but cry with joy. The yellow, thin face that was shriveled due to malnutrition was black and yellow, and it looked extremely ugly. But it seems to have a strange brilliance, which makes it difficult to take your eyes off for a long time.

At this time, the people were immersed in incomparable joy, and no one realized what a strange picture it was for the Holy Maiden of Light to walk with the Zerg.

To the south, in the province of Langmorton, St. Pastor Rafi held the Holy See Code in his hand, bathed in white light, with a pious and solemn expression.

In the sky, white holy light broke through the undead canopy. Sprinkled into the air, it fell in the midst of the warring armies below.

With the help of the Holy Light, any damage received by the Insect Soldier Insect General will heal almost instantly, and all attributes will be increased by several percent, and the combat effectiveness will almost double, making it even more brave and extraordinary in battle.

On the other hand, the army of the undead on the opposite side, under the light of the holy light, all languished, weakened by a few percent, and the ghost creatures almost disappeared with a wail. A huge army of the undead. There was almost no resistance, and he was defeated by the Zerg army.

Four level 10 masters came out together, and there were a large number of insect soldiers with strong single strength to assist. However, in just two days, all the cities and provinces except the imperial capital Duo'an have been subdued, and the four-way army gathered outside Duo'an City and invariably stopped the attack.

Today, the Lord of Death must be in the city of Dogan. However, no one knew what kind of situation his strength had recovered, so he naturally did not dare to act rashly.

In Suotan City, Ye Xiao put away the magic map with satisfaction. Now, the map is almost full of him, and it is only a matter of time before Doan is left.

Presumably, the Holy See will not allow the Lord of Death to continue to wander on the continent.

Now he is also a person who owns a country~

Ye Xiao leaned comfortably on the throne, imagining the shape of the territory in his hand, and smiled proudly.

However, in addition to being happy, Ye Xiao also had a little worry.

Perhaps, he should think about how to govern these new territories. Why don't you pull Zhou Yu back to give advice?

It's rare that Adolf didn't come to harass him today, Ye Xiao silently thought about the current situation of the Zerg, and after thinking about it, he still felt that he lacked an internal affairs talent.

Now that the territory of the Zerg is getting bigger and bigger, someone must take care of it, Suotan City looks prosperous, but Ye Xiao has self-knowledge, as far as his ability is concerned, it is okay to manage a city, and it must be a mess if he manages a country.

Zhou Yu is of course excellent, but because he is so good, let him take charge of internal affairs, even Ye Xiao feels condescending.

Glancing at the newly hatched level 10 insect general behind him, looking at the burly and sturdy body, Ye Xiao seriously thought about the necessity of specially incubating internal affairs talents.

This is really distressing~

If others want to know Ye Xiao's thoughts at the moment, they have to spray him on the face! He is a typical person who doesn't have a backache when he stands and talks, and others don't want to have such distress yet!

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Almost at the same time, the elves not far away were facing the most difficult predicament ever.

The chill spread from the edge of the forest to the center, and half of the elven forest was already sealed in the snow, and the ice and snow with a dark aura flew in the air, and endless undead rose from the ground, wielding rotten swords and slashing at the elves in front of them.

However, these are not the most important things.

The Elven King held the Luna Bow tightly in his hand and looked up at the dried corpse wrapped in ice and snow, the expression on his face was complicated and indescribable.

The skeletons below are easy to solve, even if they are wrapped in ice and snow, the forest is still a forest, in the end, it is the home of the elves, and the elves also have generals, and under the contraction defense, they will not be attacked by the undead.

However, the dried corpse in the sky made him feel heavy pressure.

No...... Maybe it's not pressure, it's desperation.

The elves have a long history and are by no means a race without eyesight. With the appearance of the undead canopy, rumors of the Lord of Death breaking free from the seal have reached the ears of the elves. The dried corpse wrapped in ice and snow has such a coercion so much stronger than him, who could it be if he is not a faithful servant of the Lord of Death, Walsh, the winter ghost?!

The huge coercion enveloped the elven forest with a chill, and the tall ancient trees were covered with frost, and their vigorous vitality was eroded by the breath of death, and all the ancient trees were languishing, and the leaves of many trees had dried up and turned yellow.

Even the most vibrant elven forests are inevitably eroded by death.

Now, the elves have been cornered, leaving only a small gathering place behind them, and even if they want to continue to retreat, there is no way to retreat.

Cool snowflakes fell on the Elven King's face, bringing a hint of coolness. The Elven King's eyes were bloodshot, his silver hair was no longer as smooth as before, and his pale face was abnormally red, and it couldn't help but look a little ruddy, but a little oozing.

"Father, you don't have to be like this. It's a big deal, I'm going to ask Ye Xiao for help!" Ilya pulled the elf king's arm, and there was a hint of crying in her voice.

"Child~ This matter is not as simple as you think. The elf king touched Elijah's head, and a trace of helplessness flashed in his heart.

This kid is good at everything, but his heart is on Ye Xiao, and he doesn't realize what it means to ask Ye Xiao for help.

Who is Ye Xiao He doesn't know yet?

Others only know that Ye Xiao is domineering, tyrannical, and tyrannical, but in fact, this lord is a person who refuses to suffer. Last time, Ye Xiao made a move for the sake of Ilya's face, and if she asked Ye Xiao for help again this time, it would not be useful to marry her daughter.

What's more, this time it's a level 10 powerhouse who came, even if Ye Xiao came, what could he do?

That's it~That's it~

The position of the elf king will be passed on to the daughter after all, and when the daughter becomes the elf queen, the relationship between the elves and the zerg will be truly impeccable, and no one can shake it.

He is an incompetent elven king, who can only watch the elves struggle in the human territory, but there is nothing he can do. The future of the elf clan can only depend on Ilya and Ye Xiao~

The Elven King lowered his head and reluctantly glanced at Ilya's sad face, but finally made up his mind.

It's too late, it's too soon.

It was only a few seconds since the winter ghost Walsh appeared in the sky above the elves, but the elven king's heart had already turned a hundred times and countless thoughts had passed.

At this moment, in the sky, Walsh, the winter ghost, finally made a move.

I saw that he opened his hands and let out a hoarse roar, the armor made of ice and snow on his body gradually turned white, and the extreme chill suddenly exploded, and the temperature of the entire elven forest suddenly dropped to below minus forty degrees.

Even with the excellent physique of the elven race, in such a low temperature, he couldn't help but tremble his hands and stiffen.

In the sky, the fluttering snowflakes suddenly froze in the air, and then suddenly surged towards the winter ghost Walsh, and in the flocculent snowflakes flying, a crescent-shaped ice blade as thin as a willow leaf appeared in the air out of thin air, flying like a butterfly piercing flowers.

Suddenly, all the ice blades suddenly rushed in the same direction as if they were conscious, and in the sharp scream, the dense ice blades flew neatly across the sky like arrows, which was particularly spectacular in the gloomy sky.

Their target is all the elves below who are struggling to resist the Legion of Death!

In Walsh's simple thinking, the order of the Lord of Death is not to stay, so naturally no one can be left.

Even if it is an elf king, it is difficult for a level 9 strength to pose a threat to him, so naturally he will not be taken seriously.

Seeing this, the elf king violently pushed away his daughter beside him and raised the moon god bow.

...... (To be continued.) )