Early in the morning, above the tree wall.

One by one, the elven warriors rotated from the tree wall, and after getting enough time to rest in the camp, the soldiers of the giant tree guard unit who had recovered their state stepped onto the tree wall.

And on the tree wall, a figure still stands.

Its eyes glowed green through the cold, hazy morning mist.

The mist, which I don't know how much death energy it contained, blocked her vision.

However, she could still see beyond the tree walls, the undead who were still surging densely on the battlefield.

Compared to before, the pressure on the tree wall is a little easier.

And the reason, thinking about it, is still the dead bird that can't be found that day.

Duremi had heard the words of the spellcaster from the royal capital, and the spellcaster came from a spellcaster organization centered around a large library guarded by the Ancient Tree of Knowledge.

Compared to other legions, this spellcaster organization, which dares to try anything, has the closest relationship with various legions, especially the Chimeric Beast Legion.

It is even rumored that some of the elves among them are trying to tame the energy of death again.

Duremi still has an impression of the elven branch that was expelled from the elven kingdom, after all, in the past few years, a few pale elves who tried to smuggle in from the border would be caught from time to time.

Although Duremi was a little repulsed by the theory that the other party said, as a member of the Wind Chaser Corps, the first thing she had to consider was the significance of this theory in the war.

Although it will only take place in winter, this has been going on for a hundred years, and the legion side is well aware of the threat of those high-ranking undead in the war.

It's just that the legion just regards those high-ranking undead as powerful spellcasters, and as soon as they appear, they will bring a lot of damage, and they will be destroyed when they are discovered.

But if this theory is correct, then what the legion has to do may be to take the initiative to find these high-ranking undead who are equivalent to nerve vessels and take the initiative to destroy them.

Instead of waiting until the other party appears, as in the past, to destroy the other party.

This involved strategic decisions for several corps.

But there's also a problem -

In the past, after eliminating those high-level undead, those low-level undead would indeed have some weakened offensives.

Never before has there been a visible stiffness and sluggishness in these low-ranking undead.

Among them, there must be something different.

And to find out the reason, you need to know where the previous dead bird went?

It was destroyed, by whom, where, and in what way.

If it can be reproduced, in the future, when facing the undead, the various legions will be able to end this war that occurs every year at a lower cost.

Even......

Counterattack?

The thought flickered in Duremi's mind for a moment and then vanished.

Impossible.

To counterattack, how many troops do you need to prepare, and when they launch a war counterattack against the undead, will the dwarves and dragon empires, and even the human side, take the opportunity to launch an offensive against the elven kingdom?

It's not that simple.

Compared to launching a counteroffensive against the undead......

Destroy the Dwarven Kingdom first, unite the Beast Empire, and defeat the Dragon Empire until they are unable to launch an offensive against the Elven Kingdom, then it is possible to deal with the undead.

And just as Duremi was thinking about this problem, she suddenly saw a forest ranger fall from the body of a horned eagle, and the vitality that instantly rippled and disappeared on the other party's body, so that when he landed, he was not affected by any impact:

"Sir."

Able to hear the subordinate and subordinate names with the affixes of leaves, branches and buds, the ranger said in a deep voice:

"Another forest ranger who went out to investigate disappeared and did not return on time."

"There's a ranger missing? Where is it? ”

Duremi squinted and pulled out a map for the ranger to identify.

Those who go out are on a reconnaissance mission, in order to get information.

And their disappearance and death are news in themselves.

......

"Whew...... Whew......"

"Damn dragons! Damn dragons! ”

A forest elf, draining what little life force it had left, was heading in the direction of the tree wall.

The misty and cold morning mist obscured his vision, and he couldn't even see the majestic wall of trees that should have stood on the earth.

Similarly, there is no flag flying on the tree wall, which belongs to the Elven Kingdom.

As he ran, he turned his head to look in the direction he had fled, trying to identify and find the creature that had attacked him.

He was sure it was a dragon.

The other party is not a feral beast lizard, nor is it a lizardman.

The dragon that attacked him was a wyvern.

It's just that, strangely, he was shot down from below by the wyvern when he was riding a horned eagle through the sky-

The wyvern, towards his horned eagle, spat out a storm.

When the horned eagle died, he threw him out and let him live.

He swore to the god of life that if he had the chance, he would wipe out the dragons.

Take revenge on the conspirators who plotted against his homeland, even when the undead attacked the tree walls!

It's just that he knows that he doesn't have this strength.

The elf gritted his teeth, turned around, and sped in the direction of the tree wall.

And at the moment when he passed by the edge of a dead tree, a dark shadow suddenly swooped out from beneath the ground.

A pair of strong and powerful claws swung at him from below!

The elf's eyes widened, and at the moment of life and death, the last remaining life force in his body burst out, trying to make his legs more powerful, able-

Call!

！

An axe was thrown from the side, striking him in the head, the sharp and heavy axe, and even cracked the not-so-hard head from it instead of smashing it.

When he was pierced through his abdomen by a sharp claw from below, and flew out in a horizontal motion, blood splattered in all directions.

The moment the elf's corpse landed on the ground, a strange creature four meters long came out of the ground.

Looking at the dead corpse of the elf, I don't know if it was to ensure the death of the enemy or something else, but this strange creature did not mean to stop attacking, and bit out the elf's body, tearing the corpse apart, and turning it into three.

However, just as it was about to continue tearing, a voice rang out:

"Parker II, stop."

A much more "petite" creature, but taller than the elf, lizardmen-like erect, wagged its tail to maintain its balance, and scurried to its side after retrieving the axe from the side with nimble movements.

The dragon man Avalac looked at this abyssal dragon, even though the other party was taller than it, and even there was blood between its claws, but its pair of vertical children did not show a trace of dodging emotions at all.

"I, I know—"

Yuanlong spat out some jerky and distorted syllables, and responded with some ignorance.

The dragonman Avalaz nodded, raised his head slightly, and the throat of the pipe trembled slightly, and the air passing through his throat brought a whistle.

Soon, a pitch-black figure descended from the sky.

The dark Feather Wyvern, when it fell, grabbed its claws towards the broken corpse, grabbed the two largest pieces on the claws, and did not stop, after taking it, the Feathered Wyvern immediately flew towards the direction of the desert.

Avalaz glanced at the remaining piece of flesh on the ground, wiped his paws, and scooped it up directly, with a hint of doubt in his eyes.

Obviously it thinks Bambi is beautiful, but this, it's annoying, it's ugly.

Without thinking much about it, Avalac shook his head at the abyssal dragon, and then took the remains of the corpse and ran towards the desert together.

As it ran away with its paws, several figures came running from a distance in the direction of the desert.