The Legion was dispatched.

The green of the giant tree of the royal court obscured the sky in the horizon, bringing a touch of gentleness to the gaze that penetrated through the gaps in the dense foliage.

It's just that the dim shadow of the sun cast by the sky can only make the people in the forest frightened.

As an allied race, among the allied clans that inhabited the eastern forests, the leaders of the clans of different shapes looked at the figures passing by the sky, and their breath couldn't help but stagnate.

After the decision of the giant tree, the twenty-eight legions that had roughly completed the integration, except for the first and second ordinal numbers, the royal forces, the forest elves and the blood elf legions, had faintly shown a split outline.

Such news, for many allies, was a little sudden but expected.

The contradiction between the blood elves and the forest elves has intensified over the years.

However, no group of allies wants to see the Blood Elves themselves.

Although the behavior of the blood elves is slightly bloody and cruel, they also know that the viciousness of the blood elves is focused on hatred and hostility towards dragons, and for other races, the only thing to worry about is to disappear unconsciously and then become a member of the rumored "blood beasts", but that is only a few.

And the forest elves, although they are very peaceful in their senses, once they decide to carry out the decision of "forest balance", what awaits them is a silent demise.

Older and weaker people will quietly become part of the number of "unfortunate deaths" in "missions" such as "patrolling, supporting, and exercising".

There is almost no overt violence.

- It used to be like this.

But, for now.

The leaders of the Confederate tribes fell silent for a long time, looking at the emerald green sky.

Vaguely, they had heard something.

There is a group of allies, who have rebelled.

A leader creature of different shapes, with a look of suspicion and sadness flashing in its eyes, skimmed the sky—

Whether it was a true rebellion or not, in their opinion, those neighbors who belonged to the "Allies Race" had already settled their fate, returning their flesh and blood to the world, nourishing the earth and the trees.

It was also at this moment that a roar like a dragon's roar vaguely echoed and stirred in the forest.

The emerald green that covered the sky, after a slight pause, suddenly accelerated-

The air cavalry of the forest elves, like a storm, pressed towards the forest.

……

"Roaring !!"

One roar after another reverberated in the forest.

One after another, blood-colored spell-like breaths pierced the sky.

The attack that was paradoxical to the spell-like attack that the original race already possessed, and the attack that seemed to be the breath of the dragon species, blasted out of the sea of tall trees and exploded in the camp of the Air Cavalry Legion.

Although the emerald green barrier that surrounded the air cavalry like the wind blocked many attacks, these blood-colored breaths seemed to have been prepared—

The emerald green barrier, which is usually invincible, was torn and broken through by these breaths with slightly lower energy levels.

With a scream, the huge winged chimeric beast's body fell unbalanced, and the storm cavalry riding the chimeric beast was thrown out of the saddle and flew outward.

At this moment, one by one, the slender forest elf shapeshifters, in their bodies, the smooth operation of the vitality was agitated, and a large number of feathers suddenly grew on their forearms, and their arms quickly twisted into wings.

As his body quickly regained a stable posture, the soles of his feet also twisted impressively, turning into sharp claws that only covered the scales, with emerald green streamers, and kicked out like an eagle's strike, tearing the breath apart.

In the bursting air flow of energy impact, the hand wings of the forest elves flapped rapidly, completely stabilizing their bodies.

It was also at this moment that in the fierce sound of the storm entwined with life energy and wind elements, the command voice full of murderous intent reverberated in the sky:

"Kill not one left!"

Suddenly, Storm Legion

Above the soldiers, one after another deeper emerald green streamers floated!

"We didn't betray!"

The voices of the allied creatures who were coerced, and even the explanations of the allied creatures who had been imprisoned and broke free in the aftermath of the battle, were completely cut off.

……

At the edge of the forest, far away from the center of the battle, there were figures in the form of forest elves or blood elves, watching all this happen from afar.

- The lurking scaly dragons, their eyes frenetic and cold.

Fanaticism is loyalty to the crowns, reverence for the commands of their great creators and rulers.

Coldness is the coldness of the bloodline, the coldness of the bloodline of this generation who has been blessed by the crown.

With the gradual contact with those bloodlines who have lived in symbiosis with the blood dragons and become nest people, they who were originally a little "simple" have discovered that these blood nest people are not pure thoughts.

Despite the same pursuit of the Crimson Blood Energy bestowed by the Great Crown, there are also some "Hungry and Thirsty" among these nest people, first secretly collecting the scale flesh and blood left behind by the Hive Dragon, and now, there are some inferior species that try to attack the Hive Dragon.

Injured in a training session with their kind, they don't care, but try to kill their nest dragon kindred......

"Inferior Breed"

"Kinds of Sin"

"The Unclean Who Never Returned to His Beginning"

Combined with the legends of the Primordial Lands, which are deeply ingrained in the race, the Nest Dragons have found the answer to the crimes of these alien bloods.

Only when they return to their original origin after death, and "walk in deep sleep" under the crown, and bring their spirits out of the original land to this land again, will they not be contaminated with such evil deeds.

Lurking in the elven kingdom and coming into contact with one different race after another, the scaly dragons not only did not accept the "selfishness" that can be seen everywhere, but became more and more fanatical about the sense of belonging to the nest dragon-

The Nest Dragons will never betray their companions and kill their kind.

Those alien races who are lucky enough to receive the gift of the crown have not experienced the gift of deep sleep on the awakening day, have not been purified, and even if they are transformed into blood nest people, they are impure and inferior.

These transformed bloodlines need to go through a bloody battle, and use death as part of the feast, giving up this filthy and despicable spirit, allowing the blood dragon that lives with them, and the spirit of their true brothers and sisters, to be resurrected.

The blood of the despicable spirit, who has not been revived after the bloody battle, is still unclean, nor is it of their kindred.

In the cold gaze, the scale dragons in the form of elves glanced at each other:

"Let's go ahead and bring more blood dragons to the Confederate Woodlands, to the interior of the kingdom, and to attract the fighting forces of the Elven Kingdom."

At the same time, it is also possible to clear out the elven allies who are numerous, as one eye hinders their lurking.

The eyes of the scaly dragons turned to the direction of the elven kingdom.

The best scaly dragons should have infiltrated the kingdom.

The chaos of the prey can bring the opportunity to hunt.

PS: I'm back with a big head.