The first thousand four hundred and eighty-nine chapters rob (2)
A deal was quickly reached between the wine barrel and the dragon. The wine barrel was satisfied and took half a million gold coins into his bag, and the dragon was also satisfied and locked the elf girl into a huge solid gold box. He was proud of it.
He twisted his huge body, and the heavy dragon tail shook the ground around him. He noticed the greedy eyes of the dragons of the same race around him, but he was not afraid that these guys would dare to rob him.
But according to His Majesty Lin Qi's order, all the gains from today's looting belong to you!
With a 'boom', a boulder with a diameter of more than 20 meters was hit by a giant catapult. Several elf mages who had exhausted their magic power were wailing and being smashed into a ball of spraying blood by the boulder. The rugged boulder moved forward.
It rolled for a long distance, and where it passed, at least three hundred elves were crushed into messy flesh by the boulders.
Warriors from the Dragon Mountain Legion of the Longshan Empire appeared in the sky. Large groups of flying dragons were hovering in the sky. Orc archers holding special bows launched a fatal attack on the elf warriors on the ground. Special long arrows nearly two meters long roared.
It fell from a high altitude and pinned the elf warriors who resisted tenaciously to the ground.
The accuracy of these Orc archers is not very good, and their arrows often miss. But on this chaotic battlefield, a group of Orc archers with poor shooting skills pose a greater threat than a large group of elves with excellent shooting skills.
The threat posed by the archers was several times greater. Accompanied by the strange whistling sound of the special long arrows piercing the air, many elves were inexplicably nailed to the ground.
Many powerful elf warriors were inexplicably hit by the sudden arrows. The sixth sense of the elves is extremely keen. If an enemy targets their bodies with bows and arrows, they will definitely have some kind of omen in advance. How pitiful.
What's strange is that these damn orc archers were aiming at an elf. But after they shot their arrows, the arrow hit another elf ten or even dozens of meters away!
The poor elves didn't have time to make any dodge movements. Many times, an elf who was targeted by the orc shooter would use dodge skills such as 'Shadow Step' and 'Wind Step' to evade the incoming blow in a panic, but with a sound
A miserable howl came, but it was another elf nearby who received an arrow from the top of his head. The arrow came out from under his crotch and fixed him firmly to the ground.
"These guys are so unreliable!" Wine Barrel swung his war hammer and ran forward while looking up at the orc flying dragon archers flying in the sky. Right in front of Wine Barrel, a man with saint-level strength
The body of the elf swordsman was suspended in the air more than ten meters above the ground. He was glaring at the wine barrel, and the long sword in his hand sprayed out a sword energy that was tens of meters long, and he was preparing to fight the wine barrel to the death.
Suddenly, more than a dozen arrows flew from nowhere, and the poor elf swordsman didn't even have any sign of danger. He howled miserably. There were more than a dozen transparent fist-sized arrows on his body.
Hole. For a tall and thin elf, such an injury almost tore his body into pieces.
"Looks like you did a good job?" Wine Barrel's eyes widened with pride. Just as he was about to praise the orc archers, an arrow with astonishing power whizzed out and struck the wine barrel with a bang.
The shoulder guard of the barrel was blown to pieces. The power of the arrows shot down from a thousand meters above the ground was extremely terrifying, and the body of the barrel could not help but swing forward.
"Damn, be careful! Believe it or not, I will put your arrows into your buttholes?" The wine barrel roared angrily, and the heavy hammer shook hard towards the sky several times!
In this chaos, more and more elven warriors and elven mages began to pray to the gods they believed in. Their prayers gradually gathered into a loud sound, and rushed high into the sky with the huge power of faith.
.At this critical moment of life and death, the souls of the elves simply burned, and the power of faith they released was ten times or even a hundred times more than usual!
Pure and powerful, the power of faith full of vitality turns into a visible frenzy and surges towards the sky. At this moment, if any elf god can respond to the call of these elves to save them, then this elf god will definitely be able to monopolize this place.
A huge power of faith, from which endless benefits can be derived! This is the power of faith provided by millions of elite elven strongmen. Compared with the power of faith brought by lifeless prayers in the quiet elven temple on weekdays,
The strength exceeds the quality by more than a hundred times!
People died for wealth and birds died for food. Finally, some elven gods could not restrain their greed for the power of faith. They ignored the announcements from the major protoss about a temporary truce, and at the same time ignored the requests made by the top elf protoss to them.
, the warning not to enter the Western Continent easily, directly tore open the space passages, and descended to the Western Continent in person.
A dazzling green light fell from the sky. In the bright light was an elf girl holding a strange crescent-shaped hunting blade and riding a white spotted leopard. This beautiful elf girl raised her weapon, her
The sound spread throughout thousands of miles.
"O people of the elves, I am your protector, wandering in the forest, protector of all hunters and rangers, the pure elf virgin goddess Alain Model! Believe in me and recite my name, you
You can get my salvation!" Alan Model looked arrogantly at Xuanlan and the wine barrel not far away. She couldn't wait to wave her weapon, and moon-shaped arcs of green light instantly enveloped the entire battlefield.
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Alan Model is a middle god. Although among the gods, a middle god is nothing, but on the battlefield in the secular world, even a lower god can determine the outcome of a war!
As soon as Alan Model appeared, he launched an attack on the hundreds of thousands of troops under Xuan Lan and Jiugong. This was an attack personally launched by a god. Every blow was comparable to the full blow of a peak demigod.
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In Alan Model's view, the Longshan Empire's army is bound to be completely annihilated!
Countless elves jumped and cheered crazily, and they shouted the name of Alan Model at the same time. The power of faith like a giant dragon was madly injected into Alan Model's body, and Alan Model's slender and graceful body
Trembling violently, the unprecedented pleasure almost made her moan. Such a huge, pure power of faith, full of fanatical belief, not only allowed Alan Model to stay in the ancient war of gods in an instant
A few old injuries healed immediately, and her body and soul began to evolve rapidly.
Alan Model, who had already reached the peak level of the middle god, at this moment she faintly touched the door of the law of the upper god. She firmly believed that as long as she was given another quarter of an hour, she would definitely be able to use this terrifying power of faith
With help, she breaks through the bottleneck and becomes one of the high-ranking gods of the elves! Once she can possess that kind of power, she will transform into a true noble of the elves and gods!
Alan Model's body was trembling violently, and she was covered in sweat. The fiery and violent power of faith made her whole body hot, making her spirit fly, and her body seemed to swell. Her
Her divine power is soaring, her soul is rapidly strengthening, and her body is becoming more powerful every moment. Up, up, crazy up, the elf blood in her body has undergone strange changes, she is evolving rapidly,
The powerful elf born from an ordinary acquired creature has taken another step towards becoming an original creature!
"Death!" At the same time as Alan Moder was crazily increasing her strength, the wine barrel let out a crazy dwarf war cry. A stream of crimson violent flames rushed out in all directions, and the roar of the wine barrel shocked Alan Moder.
The hundreds of thousands of moon-shaped arc energy wielded by the wine barrel were smashed into pieces. On the body of the wine barrel, a terrifying divine power that could only be possessed by a superior god soared into the sky, driving away the clouds in the sky into a huge
Through the hole, the dazzling sunlight shines straight down from high in the sky.
Alan Model, who was immersed in pleasure and sweet dreams, almost cried, "Higher God! How could a higher god suddenly appear here? What especially made Alan Model want to curse is - how could the Asheer Protoss let...
A dwarf king becomes a high-ranking god? This is completely subversive. It is impossible for the Axiers to do this!
A dwarf, a dwarf, a dwarf king who has inherited the superior priesthood of the Azer clan! This kind of thing can still happen among the gods in the Odin Temple. After all, among the gods in the Odin Temple, there is a small group of followers.
The remaining gods from the ancient divine war have an inexplicable relationship with the dwarves. In a sense, they and the dwarves are close relatives - although these blood relationships have separated them for countless tribulations.
But those gods are indeed no different from dwarves!
Odin's Temple can have dwarf gods, but the Azer Protoss... this extremely arrogant, extremely proud, extremely xenophobic, arrogant and extremely hateful protoss of other races, how could they tolerate a dwarf becoming one of their own?
For Alan Model, this is basically the same as a rat in the gutter suddenly taking the daughter of a certain dragon emperor! This kind of thing is so unbelievable, it is simply impossible to happen, this is no longer the case
Things that can be described as ridiculous are simply too funny! This, this, even in the most ridiculous dream, such a thing cannot happen!
But all this is true! After unlocking the divine power seal blessed by the osmanthus tree on his body, he completely released his divine power, compressing the body of the wine barrel that was burning with divine power to about five meters.
Covered in almost transparent white flames, he waved a huge war hammer and strode towards Alan Model with a monstrous fighting spirit.
One step at a time, just three steps, the wine barrel roared in front of Alan Model, and then smashed it down with a hammer. (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novel is better and updated faster!