The elves of the Garden of Dawn were in front, and the dark elves were behind, and a group of people advanced towards the tunnels deeper underground.

As he approached the core of the branch of Utdrasil, the aura of life around him became more and more intense, and eventually, even a green mist visible to the naked eye was formed, faintly swirling in the air.

This is also the only place in the entire elven kingdom that has not been destroyed by high-level elements.

After all, the breath of life is also an element, and when its concentration reaches saturation, other elemental creatures cannot invade at all, and can only linger on the periphery. As a result, all traces of the elves have been preserved intact.

I don't know how long I walked forward, but finally, the light revealed from the end of the road.

Walking out of the corridor, the vision instantly widened.

It is a large underground space, the ground is covered with new green colors, and the top is entrenched by countless vines that emit bright light. These vines are like human blood vessels, pulsating from time to time, and with this pulsation, the breath of life around them will flow once.

And in the center of the underground space, there is a lake that carries the water of light. The endless surface of the water reflects a soft shimmer, and the light waves formed by the random reflection jump in all directions, giving people the feeling of a starry sky.

In the middle of the lake, there is a tree palace made entirely of wood like the roots of a large tree, which is connected to the shore by a pontoon bridge formed by water lilies.

"This is it. The elven elder said, not explaining much.

But whether it is the dark elves who have studied the royal court for a long time, or the midi who has the memory of rebirth, they all know what kind of place this is.

The deepest part of the branch of Utdrasil, where the roots and heart of the tree are located.

"Where's the seed?" the dark elf asked in a cold voice, suppressing his excitement.

"Please come with me. The elder said, striding up the pontoon bridge made of water lilies until he reached the central tree palace. Then, he recited aloud an intricate incantation, which was completely different from magic, more like some kind of ancient text, and it was the Tree of the World Realm itself that could understand it.

With the sound of the incantation, the tree palace gradually changed, and the originally flat ground began to twist and deform, as if new shoots had grown out of the ground, rising high and blooming.

Suddenly, a majestic breath of life filled the entire space, so thick that people couldn't breathe or even think. And at the moment when this huge momentum descended, a huge seed that was nearly more than a meter long and even pulsating appeared in the tree palace.

"Seed of the Tree of Life!" Mason murmured in a low voice, and for a moment, an irrepressible ecstasy welled in his heart.

Sheji artifact, the way to build a country. When such an incalculable value is at hand, almost no one can remain calm and calm. What's more, this is something that the dark elf and the power behind him have spent countless years, and they have been peeking at for a long time, and they even dream of getting their hands on it.

For a moment, Mason lost his mind.

And it was at this time that Midi finally moved.

A bolt of intent erupted from under the water in an instant, like a very thin but extremely sharp arrow, silently, breaking through the surface of the water, but without splashing even the slightest wave, directly through the wooden siding of the tree palace from the bottom up, and then stabbed at Mason in the room with great accuracy.

The intense killing intent that gushed out like a volcanic eruption instantly sobered up Mason.

But at this time, the formless and insubstantial extreme intention had already reached his eyes. Not to mention fear, the dark elves don't even have time to think, they can only dodge by instinct.

His eyes suddenly burst out with a light of essence, and the speed of his whole person suddenly increased by several levels, and his body was slippery like a living snake, and finally avoided the vital point at the last moment.

Midi's intent ran straight through his shoulder, bringing out a line of red blood.

"Damn!" The intense pain distorted the dark elf's expression, but fortunately, although the blow was painful, it didn't hurt his muscles and bones, and his combat power was not damaged.

However, this is only the beginning of the offensive.

Midi is a ghost swordsman, and he doesn't have much advantage in ambushes and sneak attacks, and he never thought that he could kill an enemy on the same level as the "Nightmare Hand" with a single sneak attack. The reason why I seized this opportunity with bated breath was just to seize an opportunity.

For Midi, a frontal attack is where his real strength lies.

The next moment, the boy who had been dormant for a long time jumped up from the lake, broke through the mirror-like water, and had rushed directly into the tree palace with his feet on the water lilies.

"Sure enough, it's you!" Mason's pupils shrank sharply, and he gritted his teeth and attacked.

The twin guns in his hands instantly spewed out a dazzling light that killed him, and the gunshots rang out one after another, forming a dense and crisp continuous sound, bombarding everyone's eardrums. Not only that, but the essence of light in the eyes of the dark elves flowed, like two clear springs, and the light never dissipated.

Roaming Gunslinger Status Skill, Focus.

This skill is similar to the berserker's rage, but it will not have any sequelae, it will only bring a certain degree of weakness after the state ends, and it is completely a tough means to greatly increase combat effectiveness in a short period of time, which can be called a roaming gunner's trick to press the bottom of the box.

However, this trick was only gradually realized by the roaming gunners several years after the fire of the Glen Forest.

In the year 985 of the Arad calendar, no roaming gunner should have known this skill.

But at this moment, in front of Midi's eyes, there is such a roaming gunner who can almost be regarded as completely mastered and focused.

In an instant, the overwhelming rain of bullets suddenly slowed down Midi's pace, but his eyes were still calm, and it could even be said that there was a flame of excitement hidden in it.

Following the lurking all the way, seizing the best opportunity to attack, blocking the enemy in the relatively small space of the tree palace, and closing the distance in one breath, Midi has done all he can. It's just that he also knows very well that if an adventurer who targets the seed of the Tree of Life doesn't have the strength to be extremely strong, how can he dare to fight the idea of such a social artifact?

Therefore, when the ambush did not take the opponent's life, Midi was unmoved, and when the opponent showed a powerful skill such as "concentration", Midi still moved forward!

Everything has been done to the best of its ability, and now there is only a head-to-head battle left.

Midi's whole body was extremely circulating, and he concentrated all his attention, not letting go of every movement of the other party.

Sword against gun, the disadvantages of the sword are clear at a glance.

He had comprehended the power of the dark elf in front of him before, and now although the distance between the two was extremely close, it was only about ten steps apart, but Midi was even more careless.

Close distances naturally make melee classes more oppressive, however, they also pose a greater danger, as the reaction time to dodge bullets is almost zero.

At a distance of only ten paces, even the Extreme Intention lost its effect. It's not that Jiyi can't catch the movement of the bullet, but even if he does, Midi doesn't have time to react. The only thing Midi can do is to take the bullet first, read the opponent's intention first, and then block the trajectory with a sword in advance, and then wait for the opponent's bullet to collide.

At this moment, all of Midi's attention was focused on Mason.

The change in his shape, the turn of the muzzle, the movement of his muscles, the focus of his eyes, and even the direction in which he intended to move were all in Midi's eyes. And with each block of the next attack, Midi was able to take a step closer.

The two sides moved at great speed in the not wide space of the Tree Palace, one chasing, the other dodging, the distance kept getting closer, and the position kept changing. The sparks that flowed from Mason's twin spears erupted like a torrential rain, and every now and then, a sharp light suddenly bloomed from Midi's Black Sky Sword and stabbed back.

The magic power shook, and the breath of life was swept away by the killing intent at this moment, and the sawdust flew in all directions, like snowflakes.

The elves, including the Elder, could only huddle in the corner at the moment, for fear of being affected by this terrible duel.

Ten steps, nine steps, eight steps, seven steps......

With clever blocks and strong counterattacks, Midi is closing the distance between the two sides step by step.

However, when he was only seven steps away, he could not make any more progress.

Just as Midi became familiar with Mason's shooting, Mason also began to become familiar with Midi's blocking.

The attacks of the Dark Elves began to become more and more varied, no longer so concise, no longer so domineering, but as complex as swordsmanship. Most of his attacks are no longer the kind of killings that go straight to the point, but instead become feints, and in the midst of the stray bullets fired indiscriminately, there will be a deadly attack full of killing intent from time to time.

This kind of response caused Midi a huge headache. Although he is good at calculations and has experience after being reborn, people always have limits, besides, at the moment, he is fighting fast attacks, under such a close-range high-speed burst, the dark elves' movements are too much, and Midi can't predict them all.

Not only that, but it has become impossible to even defend against all the bullets.

The distance was still seven steps, but the marksmanship that suddenly bloomed with gorgeous light made the attack and defense of the two sides change in an instant.

Do you hold on to the key points and sacrifice yourself to close the distance, or do you simply give up and completely distance yourself?

Both choices crossed Midi's mind.

Advance or retreat, it seems that there are only two options.

However, in the next moment, he did not make any choice between advancing and retreating, but suddenly avoided a rain of bullets, and in an instant, he reversed the long sword in his hand and slashed out a sword to the side.

With a "whew", an invisible energy gushed out from the sword, and in the center of the tree palace, the seed that exuded the breath of life all the time was instantly hit by this energy, like a watermelon hit by a hammer, shattered into countless pieces of flying debris!

The elves in the distance were dumbfounded.

The dark elves are even more wide-eyed.

This priceless treasure, something that people have been thinking about for decades, was destroyed by this kid's sword?

Mason's heart suddenly swelled with extremely crazy anger and murderous intent.

However, the battle of life and death requires a calm and cold will and a mentality that does not change the face of the landslide, and the irrepressible anger of this moment makes Mason's psychology crack.

And that's exactly what Midi wants.

For a real life-and-death battle without concessions, such a subtle psychological gap alone is enough to determine the outcome of the battle.