Qinwang Army Barracks.

On the improvised watchtower, a soldier is on guard in fear, the Duchy is now in a bad situation, surrounded by two powerful enemies.

If it weren't for the commander's threat to his family, most soldiers would have chosen to desert. A few days ago, the army of King Qin came here to set up camp, and the arrogant general went to war with the army of the Gelug Empire.

As a result, they were beaten to the point that they lost their armor, and the combat effectiveness of the two sides was not at the same level at all. After the defeat, the general held out and waited for the arrival of another Qinwang army.

There was also a happy thing that happened, the famous Holy Demon Master came yesterday and brought two disciples. The disciple of the Holy Demon Master, the strength is naturally not too bad.

With a master in charge, coupled with the Marquis's personal guards, the enemy can not dare to act rashly.

A single high-level magic can change the tide of battle, killing thousands of soldiers, not to mention the ability to cast forbidden spells.

Five hundred years ago, when the two great powers were at war, a holy magister saw that something was wrong, and he resolutely sacrificed himself to launch a forbidden spell.

The Fire Forbidden Spell Burning the Sky is the most powerful of the six forbidden spells. Fifty thousand well-armed Imperial soldiers were reduced to ashes in an instant, and within ten years the land was left without grass.

Since then, people have become more and more respectful of magicians, and it has become the most noble profession in the world.

Sou!

A sharp arrow plunged into his head, causing him to make no sound as he slowly fell.

The same thing is playing out, and all thirteen watchtowers have fallen. The elves emerged from the darkness and scattered in all directions of the enemy army.

The Grand Commander bent his bow and shot an arrow into the sky, which exploded in the air and scattered flames from the sky.

"Kill!"

The elves got the signal and roared towards the enemy camp. Two thousand against thirty thousand, and the goal of each elf is to kill at least fifteen people.

Lu Ming originally thought that the elves were kind by nature, and there would be mistakes in the first battle. Unexpectedly, they were like hungry wolves rushing into the flock, without the slightest relent.

Under the teachings of the priests, human beings are a symbol of despicability and shamelessness, and killing them is to do the right thing for heaven and avenge their ancestors.

Arrows struck the forehead with unerring accuracy, sharp daggers slashed through the necks of the enemy, and two hundred cavalry archers performed the effect of hoplites, slamming into the chest, destroying tents and harvesting the sleeping lives.

"Ahh

Countless thick vines emerged from the ground, and when they encountered the soldiers, they bound him, and the vines tightened until the five organs of the man were broken, and he suffocated to death.

Magical blasting arrows are endless, and brilliant elemental magic illuminates the entire night sky, destroying the confidence of enemies.

Inside the tent.

"General! It's a big deal! We're under enemy attack, and it's an elf who is coming!"

The general stood up sharply, "What did you say?!"

Then he heard a terrible scream, and his expression became panicked.

"General, their strength is too strong, we can't resist it at all, let's run for our lives!" said the commander.

The general kicked him to the ground and glared at him.

"As a soldier of the Empire, you must always be ready to sacrifice. If you shake the morale of the army again, I will kill you now!"

The commander hurriedly begged for mercy, and after thinking about it, the general said excitedly: "Go and inform Master Korver and let him think of a solution." I went to the front and commanded the soldiers, so that they could resist for a while. ”

When the general walked out of the camp and saw the scene in front of him, he realized how difficult the situation was.

The elves of the Demon and Martial Arts are like killing gods, when they meet a group of soldiers, they use magic to fight the enemy, when they are approached, they take out a dagger to fight, and when they meet the enemy fleeing, they bend their bows and arrows to shoot people.

Again and again, they mustered up the courage to resist, but they were ruthlessly destroyed. The soldiers' confidence collapsed in an instant, and they began to flee in all directions.

The general's roaring shouts lost their former effect, and even if he made an example of the monkey and killed a deserter with his own hands, it did not work, and a large number of soldiers scattered in all directions.

A sense of powerlessness filled the general's heart, and he only hoped that the Holy Magister could turn the tide of the battle and save them from fire and water.

Rumble!

A storm of flames appeared in the elven army, the flames mixed with the hurricane, so powerful that the elves were forced to retreat, and several elves who could not dodge were immediately seriously injured.

The general was overjoyed, and the fleeing soldiers also stopped, waiting for the situation to develop.

However, something that frightened them even more happened, and three elves flew up in the sky.

Three Saint-level powerhouses!

The elves are natural magical darlings, which means that the three elves in the sky are all holy magisters!

"Run!"

The soldiers did not look back, and ran as hard as they could. Unexpectedly, there were elven soldiers in ambush, and no one escaped.

The three priests wrestled with the Terran Holy Magister and his two disciples.

Elves have a long lifespan, and each priest is over 500 years old, and their magic power is terrifying. Holy Magister Korver was naturally invincible, and his magic power was almost exhausted, but he still couldn't hurt it in the slightest.

Seeing that he could not defeat the enemy, the tragic condition of the soldiers made him understand the determination of this group of elves.

"Elves, why did you suddenly appear and meddle in the war of my Terrans, did you reneg on the Ancient Covenant?" said Corvor.

One of the priests scoffed, "Are you embarrassed to mention the Ancient Covenant, a thousand years ago, it was the human race that broke the Covenant first!"

As a magician, Korver was very knowledgeable and knew a little about that history. Knowing that he is wrong, he will not dwell on this issue.

"What are you involved in this war for?"

The elven priest only regarded him as a dead man, and told him the truth.

"To tell you the truth, we have met the Divine Messenger. He will lead the elves back to glory, and killing you is the first step to regaining glory, and your defeat will be recorded in history. ”

I was very happy to think that the names of the three of them would also appear in the elven books.

Don't miss the opportunity!

Korver had just spoken to them in order to restore his mental strength and activate the forbidden spell at his own expense. There's never been a better time to do it.

After the forbidden spell was successfully activated, the three priests in front of him could not be killed, but the rest of the elves would definitely not escape. And the shameless deserters, they will all be buried for themselves!

"Not good!"

The three priests found that the situation was critical and immediately wanted to stop it, but the two disciples suddenly attacked, and did not hesitate to use their spiritual power to launch a spiritual explosion and block them for a moment.

In the blink of an eye, the forbidden spell magic array has been carved.

Korver glanced at the flag in the distance, his expression mixed.

Like most magicians, he comes from a magical family and is a local nobleman. The nobility naturally owed allegiance to the royal family and to the country.

The royal family is dilapidated and decaying, even if he wants to change, he has nowhere to exert it, and in the face of power, his influence is not enough to confront it.

No matter how rotten the country was, it was still his homeland, the one he swore allegiance to at his aristocratic rite of passage.