Behind the elven tree wall, there was a camp of treehouses, and a bonfire was burning, but Sydo didn't feel much heat.

The blood that flowed from his body took away his warmth.

The vitality that can bind things together and form a peaceful and stable structure, and the death energy, which can hinder the flow of life force and break the connection between things, are natural enemies.

Hita looked at the firelight, feeling his companions trying to use their life force to cast spells, trying to intervene in the recovery process of his body that had long since given up resisting it, but his mind was unusually peaceful.

He even had time to think about how to answer the strange prejudice that the elven adventurers had heard from the elves in the tavern that the aliens had always felt that just as trees hate fire, elves also hate fire, and could not burn the forest with fire, or even make fire to cook food.

"Elves can use fire, cook food, and kill all kinds of life."

"Elven scholars have long regarded the 'preservation of all life' sect that they don't know exists as an outrageous heresy."

"An environment needs balance the most, and if there are too many creatures, for other life, it is damage, it is a disaster, it is the ignition point that destroys the entire environment, these elves are as outrageous as those elves who only maintain their favorite creatures."

"We will also take the initiative to cut down some areas where the forest is too densely populated, and where there is too much fallen leaves, in order to avoid fires, we will also take the initiative to burn, but we will be prepared for fire insulation to avoid becoming real fires......

However, even though Hita tried to imagine himself in the tavern, surrounded by the theory of natural wildness, indulging his emotions and desires, chatting and drinking, and making the whole tavern noisy, lively, and even fiery with natural spirits, he still felt his whole body cold.

The feet, in particular, seem to have lost consciousness.

No, I'm going to go out and fight, my blunt arrows will aim at the weak spots of those bones and shatter them.

And at this time, his gaze seemed to catch a familiar touch of red.

"Is it Captain Eindor, no, no, Captain Eindor should still be on the tree wall."

Xiduo, who was in a trance, realized the fact that he had misseen it a little "suddenly", and showed a slight smile.

.......

Outside of a makeshift treehouse.

Eindor, who had broken an arm, tightened the bandage in his right hand and bandaged his wound.

In the war with the undead, the recovery spells that the elves are proud of are not considered advantages, and in the case that the death energy can be disconnected and naturally weaken the effect of vitality energy, the advantage has been wiped out.

Just like an elf, a body like an elf is full of life force, and as long as there is vitality, it is difficult to be resurrected as an undead.

The advantages of the other party seem to have been wiped out......

However, it was clear to Eindor that it was not.

Elves need to expend extra life to remove the remnants of death energy from the wound, and the undead need to consume most of the life force in the corpse before they can transform it into an undead.

Theoretically, there are cuts.

But where the undead can get troops, where they can get corpses, it's not just the elves who are fighting them.

Eindor sighed deeply.

Originally, it was very simple, outside the wall, in the desert to the southeast, there were not many living creatures that could be used by the undead, and the barren swamp just south of the barren swamp, after the elves had cleared it year after year, the number of living creatures was pitifully small.

It's just that.......

Although there have been several rounds of cleansing of creatures outside the walls this year, the last round has not gone smoothly.

The reason is that in the wilderness to the southwest, in that valley oasis, there is a lizardman gathering place composed of dozens of lizardmen tribes.

The other party always has all kinds of peeping at the tree wall.

Eventually, it was confirmed as one of the conspiracies of the Dragon Empire.

However, it was too late to find out.

At that time, winter was approaching, and the elven kingdom had already begun to prepare for war against the undead, and the reason why the clearing of the barren swamp did not go smoothly was also here.

And just then, he saw several forest elves with their animal companions bringing a seriously wounded man into the medical camp.

However, just as they were hurriedly transporting the wounded, as a blood tree elf, Eindor, who was very sensitive to blood and vitality, suddenly felt that the vitality in the body that carried the vitality of the body, the vitality that was closely linked to the body, loosened.

Life is gone.

It was only a few breaths late that they discovered that the injured were dead.

After a brief delay, Eindor heard only a complaint from among them that had nothing to do with life or death:

"It's a damn winter, and my hands are frozen."

Those forest elves, also after these words, followed each other one after another and lowered their hands, and put the corpses of the wounded people who were brought back directly to the ground.

Immediately, this group of forest elves ran towards the tree wall again.

Eindor walked over to the corpse, he knew that someone in charge would come and dispose of the corpse later, and he shouldn't have approached it.

Still, he came to the corpse and pulled something out of the other's belly that had been pierced by something.

It was a letter, already typed and ready to be delivered by Lin Ying at any time.

Aindor silently opened the letter:

[...... It seems that the days that your family's Wink was with me before brought me luck, and as I promised you, I would go back after winter. ]

[Although it is not formal to say this here, I hope that my urgent thoughts will be able to obtain some forgiveness from you, and you will be willing to ...... with me]

"Give it to me."

Just then, a voice came from beside him.

Eindor looked up and saw a tall, muscular elf who looked a little older, with wrinkles on his face in addition to scars.

The other party smiled gently, took the letter scroll from Eindor's hand, glanced at it, and showed a somewhat helpless smile:

"It's a problem that such a relic is not very suitable to be sent back to his lover."

The tall elf closed the scroll, then picked up the dead elf's body from the ground, held it on his shoulders, and left from Aindor with the body that had cooled down to an unknown extent.

Eindor looked at the other's faded back, and then at another treehouse, where lay an acquaintance who had lost his legs.

Blood flowed through his body, carrying with him an intensifying rage that made his eyes scarlet.

And at that moment, outside the treehouse, there was a dull roar.

It was a call to battle.

The undead who never sleep, there is no rest to speak of.

The war with them, unusual.

Eindor silently tugged at the bandages on his body, and without hesitation, he headed in the direction of the tree wall.

Even if he stood here, he could see that there was a group of miserable white shadows in the sky.

The undead, the undead who can fly.