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Fusa let out an angry roar, he never expected that just now, he used the gravity barrier to trap more than twenty dragons, but in the blink of an eye, he also became a caged bird!

An arrow was deeply inserted into Fusa's chest, and it was this arrow that made Fussa completely awake, and Prudence was reluctant to end the battle at once, so the first arrow shot reminded the taste far greater than the attack, and therefore, he Fossa was able to catch the arrow in time, but when Prudence shot the second arrow, his arm was only half raised, and the arrow had already hit him. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Forsa's power has also been greatly affected in the gravitational enchantment, but Prudence's arrows can travel through space, whether it is friend or foe, including Beamon Behemoth, including Ampdulla, including the elves who are pouring out like a tide, the only one present is Prudence who can exert 100% combat effectiveness.

At the moment when Fusa was injured, the Beamon Behemoths had already surrounded Fusa inside, blocking Prudence's vision, and then the Behemoths turned around and fled in the opposite direction. Because of a specific upbringing, Fosa's self-esteem is far less strong than Xavier's, in fact, in the war with Solomon, he often escaped, otherwise he would not have survived today, of course, in Fosa's heart, this is not an escape, but a strategic caste transfer, to preserve the living force, so that more ferocious revenge can be launched.

The elves were divided into two groups, along the edge of the clearly visible enchantment, outflanked from both sides, with the flight speed of the silver pegasus, of course, it was much faster than the Bimeng giant beasts in the gravity enchantment, the Bimon behemoths only rushed out of more than three hundred meters, the elves of the brigade were already in the way, and Prudence riding a unicorn also chased over, and on Prudence's side, there were more than a dozen elite shooters who also rode unicorns, and today, Prudence had brought out all his family resources.

Prudence smiled and slowly drew his longbow and aimed at a Beamon beast at the front, he enjoyed it so much, a humiliating life was about to become history, and he had seen a sunny road with his eyebrows raised.

The next moment, Prudence's fingers gently loosened, and the arrow immediately appeared in front of the Beamon beast, instantly shattering the crystal eyepatch of the Beamon beast, piercing deep into the eye socket, the Beamon beast let out a wail, and the huge palm covered its head.

The rest of the elven archers also launched a salvo together, but the first round of arrows they shot all missed, to be precise, after the whole row of arrows shot into the gravitational barrier, they only flew more than thirty meters away, and then drew an arc, disappeared into the ground, and disappeared.

Those elves, all of whom were experienced marksmen, immediately adjusted, pointed their longbows diagonally at the sky, and then launched a projectile.

The gravitational enchantment is semicircular, and the elves have a certain angle to eject, this time, the arrows shot still do not pose any threat, but the distance of flying out is farther, reaching more than 100 meters, and the projectile trajectory changes rapidly after cutting into the gravitational enchantment, and all the arrows are dragged down by force, vertically inserted, and all of them are submerged into the ground, and even the arrow feathers cannot be seen.

Fussa hid in the palm of a Beamon beast, and saw Prudence in front of him again through the crack, his heart became heavier, and then looked back, Ampdullah and more than a hundred elven archers were still in place, and the elven archers were engrossed in observing the movements of the Beamon beast, and Ampdullah stretched out her arms as if no one was around, her mouth opened and closed, and she chanted words, as if she was chanting magic.

Fusa couldn't help but hate, in normal times, borrowing a few courage from Ampdulla, he didn't dare to be so rampant, a distance of about a kilometer, for the orcs who are good at blitzkrieg, at most a dozen breaths, they can rush to Ampdulla's side, but in the gravitational enchantment, the distance of a thousand meters seems so far away, not to mention, it makes no sense to turn back and attack Ampdulla, because Prudence can easily rush back with the elves to support.

What made him hate even more was that there were also limits to the ultimate madness that the Golden Blood Family possessed. If a dragon unleashes the Ultimate Transfiguration and then restores the dragon's body, then he will enter a long state of recuperation, that is, a deep sleep, to make up for the consumption, the orc's skill will not be so troublesome, however, it is impossible for him to release two Ultimate Frenzy in a short period of time.

If there is no gravity barrier, if he can still unleash the supreme force of the orc race, he is confident enough to tear all the elves to pieces!

Unfortunately, there are not so many ifs in the world, and if this can really exist, then Xavier's 'if' is much more painful than Forsa's.

A little bit of emerald green grew on the ground, forming a slow tide, stretching forward, but within the boundary, everything would be affected, and the vines had just grown, and they were crushed by their own weight, and even the bark of the stems was squeezed, oozing green sap, but their vitality was very tenacious, and they kept growing and spreading.

Prudence is still slowly releasing arrows, his attack power is extremely sharp at this moment, the arrows do not miss, nothing can stop it, every two arrows, it will make a Beamon giant beast become blind, some Beamon giant beasts feel frightened, cover their eyes with their hands and rush forward, this is useless, at most make Prudence more serious, the longbow in his hand is also fuller, and then the arrows he shoots will explode a small blood hole in the palm of the Beamon giant beast, the so-called size is only relatively speaking, for an ordinary person, the entire palm will be twisted to pieces。

How fierce a normal Beamon beast is, how crazy they will be when they become blind, and they will no longer even be under the control of Fusa.

Fusa's heart is bleeding non-stop!

Those Beamon beasts are the basic guarantee for the survival of the orcs, and every one less means that the strength of the orcs is weaker again, and Fusa really wants to pounce on Prudence to drink the blood of Proudens, eat the flesh of Prudence, and even ...... He wanted to show Prudence what it meant to live rather than die! But the distance between the two sides was so cruel that every step forward had to pay a terrible price!

Compared with the two, how deep Fusa's negative emotions are, how strong Prudence's positive emotions are, this is really a golden opportunity! In the past, he shot and injured two Beamon Behemoths at most, and then he had to worry about his life, the speed of the Beamon Behemoth's impact was outrageous, it could be on par with the silver Pegasus, but after running a certain distance, the silver Pegasus was not good, their stamina was not enough, and the Beamon Behemoth's endurance was very strong, and it could even fight all day long.

Prudence, who was sure of victory, was a little imaginative, this day's record was almost half of the sum of the previous hundreds of years, killing more than a dozen Beamon beasts, killing the beast king Fusa, who else in the elven clan could compare with him? Gobin? He can't! However, Prudence also recognized Gobin's ability, he never noticed Fusa's conspiracy, and Gobin warned early, so he can forgive Gobin for his noisy behavior, if Gobin is willing to be his deputy honestly, he won't embarrass Gobin, after all, Gobin saved a lot of elves, if Gobin still has to fight against himself, then he can only be sorry!

400 meters......

300 meters......

When the distance between Fusa and Prudence was less than two hundred meters, the Beamon giant beast in front of him howled and covered his eyes, and kept turning in circles, which was already the last shield for Fusa!

The eyes are the windows to the soul, and they are also the most important organs for all kinds of life to perceive the outside world, and when they fall into darkness, they will become timid, panicked, and even crazy with the strength of the giant beast. Along the way, one by one the Beamon beasts were left alone, like a road sign, some ran wildly, some kept howling, and occasionally two Beamon beasts collided together, and they would immediately meet and fight.

Instead of rushing to raise his longbow and shoot at the last Beamon, Prudence stretched out his hand and hooked his finger at Forsa, as evidenced by how proud he was in his heart.

Forsa jumped from the palm of the Behemoth's hand, and with a thud, his legs sank deep into the earth, barely reaching the heels, and he quickly pulled his legs out, and raised his head to look at Prudence coldly. And the last of the Behemoths glanced blankly at their companions, and let out a howl like weeping.

"Despicable!!!" Fussa still maintains his demeanor, trying his best to express his contempt in civilized language, not **naked swearing.

"Hahaha......" Prudence laughed and turned to the rest of the elves, "do you hear? Lord Fossa is saying that we are despicable!"

The elves let out bursts of laughter, and on the battlefield, the accusation of the enemy's character is weak, weak, childish, and ridiculous, and it is always the loser who condemns the winner, and if Fussa can say this, it means that Fussa has conceded defeat.

"Fusa, you still have the face to accuse me?!" Prudence's tone suddenly turned sharp, and the face that was so handsome that a man would be distorted that "I've always regarded the orcs as allies, but what have you done?!How did you treat us elves?!"

Fusa was speechless, demeanor and eloquence were two completely different things, not to mention, he was indeed at a loss.

The logic of an intelligent life sometimes seems very funny, when he has the power to decide his surname, he will always despise and ignore the truth, and when he is on the weak side, he will use the truth as a shield in front of him, or at least he will use the reason to attack the enemy, because he has no other means.

"Stop talking nonsense, Fosa, come, let's make a decision. Prudence sneered, "Do you still want to wait for the gravity barrier to disappear......?" Even if you do disappear, you will die!"

The Beamon beast behind Fusa suddenly howled and rushed forward, but after two steps, it turned around again, and slowly retreated forward with its ass at Prudence.

It was difficult to walk in the gravity barrier, and it was even more difficult to walk backwards, but there was really no other way for the Beamon beast, the arrows shot by Prudentence were extremely fierce, and his target was always set in the eyes of the Beamon monster, no matter how the Beamon beast protected, with both hands or arms, Prudence's arrows could always shoot through their bodies and hit the target.

From the front, the image of the giant beast is very vicious, but from the back, it has become very simple, like a lazy earth bear, this kind of antics makes the elves laugh again.

A thick emerald green stretched out from Empdulla's feet, and now it stretched in front of Prudence, and the vines clinging to the ground had formed an emerald green lake, which was the most powerful magic Ampdulla had mastered, and it was clear what price he had paid by looking at his pale face.

If the referees are made by various super-level powerhouses, the metropolis will not be impressed by Ampdulla's efforts, because with just one gravity enchantment, Fusa can be trapped to death, whether there is an Ampdullah or not, it does not affect the result, but, Ampdullah is a politician!

Of course, there is a huge difference between the perspective of a politician and a pure professional, he does nothing, just watches Fussa being killed by Proudens, and afterwards the elves talk about the battle, and the halo of glory will all fall on Prudentes, saying how powerful Prudence is, and it has nothing to do with him Ampdulla. Now, he has paid, whether the magic has worked or not, in the long scroll of history, he will be ahead of Proudens, it is he and Prudence who have joined forces to create a brilliant record, so, he must do it!

The giant beast of Beamon walked backwards, and could not see the vines under his feet, and only took a few steps before the vines stumbled and fell to the ground on their backs.

Forsa's eyes were blood-red, and he knew that he would hardly be able to cross the last 200 meters, but it was at this point, and he had to try, and he couldn't give up until the last breath of his life.

Forsa jerked up, with all his strength, and ran forward, his head bowed downward, his arms crossed in front of his forehead, and he no longer tried to dodge or block, for all efforts were meaningless under the Prudence arrow, which could unleash 100 percent of his combat power.

Prudence smiled and drew his longbow, and an arrow shot right in the shoulder, not because he didn't miss it, but because he couldn't afford to enjoy it.

Fussa gritted his teeth and continued to sprint forward, but unfortunately, under the influence of the gravitational enchantment and the influence of countless vines, his speed was far less than that of an ordinary person running on flat ground.

100 meters...... Fusa and Prudence are getting closer and closer, and the rest of the elves have also drawn their longbows, purely in terms of archery, the elves are firmly in the first place on the continent, and for them, Fusa is a slow-moving target, even if there is the influence of gravity enchantment, shoot a few arrows, there should always be an arrow to hit the target, otherwise they are not worthy of being a member of the elves.

Fifty meters...... Thirty meters...... At this moment, Fusa has become a straw man in the archery field of Yeliucheng, and there are arrows everywhere all over his body, but except for Prudence's attack, the other arrows are not deep into the flesh, some only leave a small red dot on Fusa's body, and then fall to the ground, and some just pierce into a cluster of arrows, with Fusa's footsteps, and a heavy attraction, he was thrown away from his body in a few clicks, but new arrows will fall again.

In fact, Fosa's tense muscles were harder than steel, and on his crossed arms, there were more than a dozen arrows that penetrated into the flesh, all of which were the handiwork of Prudence, but his arrows could penetrate Beamon, but they could not penetrate Fosa, and while he was horrified in his heart, he also felt glad that if Fusa could enter the state of ultimate madness, this battle would definitely turn into a bitter battle!

Nearly 2,000 elves concentrated on shooting one person, and they shot for more than a minute, and the treatment that Fusa enjoyed was unprecedented...... When the distance between the two sides was less than ten meters, Forsa suddenly let out an earth-shattering roar, but his arms were still protected in front of his forehead, and his head was not raised, thinking that he still maintained a deep fear of Prudence. And the elves invariably retreated backwards, in fact, it was already good to do this, Fusa could break out of the gravity enchantment and couldn't change anything, and the collective attack power of the elven archers outside was much more ferocious than just now.

Suddenly, an extremely violent wave of magic rippled in the air, and the countless vines slammed upwards at the same time, forming rows of spiked forests, and the magic enchantment finally disappeared!

Fussa regained his freedom, and immediately fell into another prison, where vines swept towards Fussa from all sides, entangled his body in it, and what made him even more painful was that he was covered with arrows, and the vines and vegetation were not so many, and each arrow was shaken, tearing his wounds and feeling a burst of unbearable pain.

Fusa had an urge to cry in his heart, he hadn't tasted this urge for many, many years, why? If the gravity barrier could disappear a few minutes earlier, he had more than a dozen Beamon beasts, enough to turn the tide of the battle, if the gravity barrier could disappear a few seconds later, he could rush out and try his best to break out of the encirclement of the elves, why now?!

Prudence smiled and opened his bow, and suddenly, an elf screamed, "Your Excellency, look......"

"What?" Prudence noticed that the elf's face was completely distorted, and couldn't help but look in the direction of the elf's finger.

In the moonlight, patches of mink-wielding Storm Wolf warriors appeared, silent, hideous, and pressing towards here at great speed. Prudence's face changed drastically, and he hurriedly looked in other directions, and everywhere there was a tide of wind wolf warriors, who surrounded the place from all sides, and the total number of troops had reached tens of thousands.

"I knew it! It's a trap! Trap !!" Prudence cried out, and at the same time he had a question in his heart, is Fussa crazy? Using himself as bait to trick them into taking the bait? Thinking of this, his eyes fell on Fusa again, and he shouted, "Kill him! Kill him first!"

The face of Ampdulla over there also changed greatly, and he rushed to his silver Pegasus in a few steps, jumping upward, but he used too much force, and because the magic just now made him physically exhausted, he actually fell to the ground from the other side, the immortal pine and evergreen tree in the elven clan made the mistake of using too much force just now, and still did not learn the lesson.

(To be continued)