The house of elves, at this time, the four fields were silent and the air was calm, but the bloody aura that permeated the air was like a cloud covering the sky, lingering and precipitating. It is as if it is one with the surrounding flowers, trees, and the earth.

The war is finally over, but the smoke has not yet dissipated. The thick smell of blood deeply stimulates everyone's senses, and at the same time deeply reminds them that there was once a bloody war here. Although the scale is not large, the tragedy is obvious to all.

Although the war is over, none of the swordsmen who still hold swords dare to put down their weapons casually, and not only do they dare not let go, but they even hold them tighter. Because, just a casual breath, the smell of blood that was pungent enough to make people vomit made all the sergeants tremble in their hearts at this moment.

Cold sweat spilled uncontrollably from every pore, wetting their clothes, and it also made these swordsmen feel cold and afraid. Perhaps there were groups of more daring companions among them, but unfortunately, the most courageous and even the best swordsmen in the army were now all corpses that could not speak.

Looking around from the elven house, there was hardly a swordsman who wasn't shocked by the mountains of corpses on the periphery. What is the corpse everywhere, there is the best portrayal at this moment. The corpses, whether they had only one feathered arrow on their bodies or were stuck like a humanoid hedgehog, were completely covered in blood.

Each corpse was as if it were lifeless, cold as an icy stone, motionless, lying on its stomach, on its side, or completely on its back. But the blood that flowed from their bodies was like a long, slow-flowing stream, and it was more alive than the cold corpses.

Dozens, hundreds, thousands of blood converged, fused, and then converged into a wider, wider river of blood towards the corpses farther away, continuing to absorb new blood and strengthen themselves. It didn't seem to be anything special, and it was even more ordinary than the spectacular battle that started with one of them.

But if this slow-flowing liquid is just ordinary water, it's nothing special. But their color was the only blood that could prove what had just happened here, bright red blood. Perhaps, this is not comparable to the most famous million-year war in human history.

Even the scale of the smallest of them is incomparable. However, the history of the war for millions of years has become a thing of the past after all, and with the passage of time, it has even been gradually diluted and forgotten.

So, for these sergeants, it is especially important when they have witnessed the war, experienced it firsthand, and finally become survivors and victorious sides in this war that is not too large, but it is extremely tragic. It can even be said that this small war alone is enough for most of them to remember for life.

As a result, all the human soldiers who survived the catastrophe let out a cheer from the depths of their souls at the moment when the war ended, but before they had time to rejoice for too long, they were chilled down their spines by the tragic and terrifying, even terrifying images around them, and their hearts were terrified.

The old patriarch, who had lost an arm and had been stabbed three times in his abdomen, and whose face was as pale as paper, couldn't help but let out a deep sigh. His two grandsons, Xiuth and Shuma, were able to lead those guards to escape, which was definitely a great blessing in misfortune for their entire elven clan, and he should have been happy, even laughing.

But after all, he belongs to the elf clan, and he is also an old patriarch who was once brilliant, but watching his clansmen die tragically in front of him one by one, as the patriarch, he still can't help but feel like a colic in his heart, and he keeps twitching.

This sigh showed the biggest self-reproach in his heart as a patriarch, and it also showed his strong self-deprecation. If he had the strength, he should have been able to take all the clansmen away to repel foreign enemies, but unfortunately he didn't, so he had to make the decision to lead everyone to the death.

Is there a patriarch who personally leads all his people to death?

He shook his head with a wry smile, a look of helplessness flashed in his eyes, and then, with an indifferent face, he said to the bearded middle-aged man who tortured himself like this, but did not kill himself immediately, "No need to look for it." What you want, I've already burned it. ”,

"Burned?" The bearded middle-aged man's forehead suddenly burst into blue tendons, and he grabbed the skinny old body of the old patriarch of the elf clan, his eyes were bigger than copper bells, and he scolded: "Old thing! You still want to lie to me? You elven clan has inherited the bow cultivation technique for so long, how can it be so easy to be burned by you? Do you think I am a three-year-old child?"

As he spoke, his free hand suddenly flickered, and the long sword at his waist immediately flew out of the scabbard with a "swish". As a silver ray of light quickly penetrated his emaciated body like lightning, a large mouthful of green blood suddenly erupted from the old patriarch's mouth, and at the same time, his gaze immediately became gloomy.

"Tell me where the hell!" The bearded man was none other than the lieutenant who had been in command of the tent with Lepp before, and in order to get the elven old man in front of him to say the archery cultivation method that Lepp valued the most, he had tried almost everything he could think of, but the result made him very depressed.

The sense of defeat that he had never felt before was like a raging wave, engulfing his entire mind in an instant, so, in desperation, he could no longer suppress his violent temper, like a volcano that had been accumulated for too long and finally couldn't help but erupt.

The old patriarch stopped talking, he silently watched the bearded middle-aged man keep going in and out of his body with his sword, just kept coughing, and his eyes slowly became dull, as if he would turn into dead ashes at any time.

However, when the bearded middle-aged man drew his long sword for the tenth time and glared at him with a furious face, the old patriarch's darkening gaze suddenly brightened without warning, and after taking a deep breath, he coughed and said with difficulty in his voice, "I told you earlier...... Ahem...... I've burned ......"

As soon as these words came out, the old elf patriarch's words were not finished, he was still coughing violently, and the bearded middle-aged man who had been suppressed for too long had already raised the long sword in his hand, and slashed down the head of the old elf patriarch in front of him, and at the same time let out a thunderous shout from his mouth, "You give me death!"

As soon as the sword fell, a gust of wind suddenly blew in the air, and I saw a silver light suddenly swaying on the old patriarch's thin neck, and with a muffled sound of metal entering the flesh, a green blood like a fountain suddenly erupted from the wound, turning into a little green stain, dyeing the earth, the surrounding sergeants, and the bearded middle-aged man's face and armor all green in an instant.

At the same time, a lifeless head rolled to the ground without a sound, the sound was not too soft, but this scene came too quickly, far beyond the expectations of all the onlookers, everyone seemed to have symptoms of tinnitus at this moment, as if they did not hear any sound.

Even the bearded middle-aged man himself suddenly sank in his heart when he saw the head of the old elf patriarch fall to the ground, and he understood what a big mistake he had made.

At this moment, after the order of the old patriarch by luck, several elven women who had not been immediately executed suddenly covered their mouths at the same time, knelt on the ground and cried bitterly. The aura of sadness immediately spread throughout the elven house, and even among the human soldiers who were watching, some of them couldn't help but feel soft in their hearts at the same time.

However, compared to the unspeakable pain of those elven women, the soft-hearted human sergeants who couldn't bear to look at them were only a small number of them, and the number was almost negligible.

Most of the sergeants looked at them with an unusually cold gaze, for they remembered how much their brothers had fallen before they stormed into the elven house and slew these green-skinned, pointy-eared enemies. Therefore, the moment they saw the old patriarch die, their hearts were filled with joy, and some even couldn't help but let out a cheer, "Good kill!"

"Your Excellency, you're doing the right thing!"

"Damn! This should have been done a long time ago!"

"My lord, we have your back!"

Immediately after a swordsman soldier cheered, a second daring swordsman issued support, and then, third, fourth, and soon this tone of support for the bearded middle-aged man's approach became a trend. It was not long before almost all the onlookers cheered at the same time, and in their most excited words they praised the bearded lieutenant of Lerp's side. ,

However, just when the cheers of all the human sergeants were as loud as the waves of the sea, constantly echoing over the entire elven house, there was a cry that seemed to penetrate the waves and barriers, reaching the depths of everyone's hearts, and directly penetrating everyone's hearts, suddenly exploding in the minds of all human sergeants.

"No !!" sound was very loud, as if a spring thunder suddenly fell in the sky, and in an instant everyone's eardrums were faintly painful, and there was a tremor in my heart, but there was only one word, a simple word, the meaning was clear, and everyone could understand it. The bearded middle-aged man who was relieved by the momentum of supporting him also heard this voice.

The next moment, almost at the same time, all the human sergeants suddenly turned their eyes on the same position in the same direction, a group of strangely composed people. said that it is human, but in fact, it also includes the elven people who are opposed to human identity.

The reason why it is weird is precisely because of this. All the human sergeants, including the bearded middle-aged man, looked incredulously at the group in the distance that seemed to be in good contact at a glance. It's supposed to be an antagonistic relationship, how can they still stand together so harmoniously?

But this doubt only survived in his mind for a second, and the next moment, the bearded middle-aged man and all the human soldiers around him, including the elven women who were still weeping in pain, all saw a pair of eyes with tears but fire-breathing eyes at the same time.

It was none other than the eyes of Hughes. One of his arms was wrapped in an unknown number of layers of gauze, which looked very thick, but even if it was wrapped in gauze, this arm was still far less thick than the arm of Xiuma, who had recovered from his recovery and stood beside him like an iron tower.

Shuma's eyes were also filled with angry flames, but he didn't speak, but slowly lowered his head and glanced at Wuqi beside him. Wuqi also didn't speak, he just nodded slowly, but in his heart at this moment, he completely believed everything that Xius had said before.

At the same time, he also saw the death of the old patriarch of the elf clan with his own eyes, and made up his mind to rely on his own hands to save the elf clan with his own hands.

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