Lotta sat down low, closed her eyes, and began to sing the ancient song.
As soon as the seal enters the groove, it immediately merges with the Tree of Life. With the seal as the center, green brilliance radiates out and quickly stretches towards the entire Tree of Life. The entire Tree of Life emits a vibrant energy.
Green light, feeling the rich breath of life, all the elves put down their work, turned to look at the tree of life, sat on the spot, and sang ancient songs.
Countless voices, young, mature, old... all merged into one voice, that is - the song of the elves.
During the singing, the green light on the Tree of Life slowly spread out, and then it seemed like a huge translucent green light umbrella opened little by little over the entire Elf Village.
Loas shot an arrow through a charging werewolf cavalry, turned to look at the elf village not far away. At this time, they were about to rush out of the jungle. After exiting the jungle and rushing down the hillside, they reached the elf village.
"Everyone, hold on, don't let them enter the village before the barrier is activated!"
With a loud shout, he rushed forward and stabbed the nearest werewolf soldier with his dagger, while humming the ancient song.
All the elves rushed to kill with all their strength, their bodies were scratched and their flesh was torn, and their blood flowed freely, but they still sang the ancient song in their mouths.
In the bloody fighting like Shura Field, the songs originally praising life seemed to make people's blood boil.
During the singing, the elven barrier expanded little by little. The werewolves stepped on the corpses and blood of the elves and expanded their power outside the jungle step by step. Behind them, an army of tens of thousands of orcs followed closely.
Loyas caught the opponent's heavy blow with his dagger, took another step back, and retreated into the sunshine outside the jungle. He felt the sunshine suddenly enveloped him, and he did not feel the joy of seeing the sunshine in his heart.
He turned and looked at the Elf Village down the hillside.
The light curtain at the bottom of the elf barrier is about two people high from the ground.
"Everyone, hold on!"
Loyas gritted his teeth, took a step forward, and pushed back the bloody blade.
It's a pity that while he blocked the blood blade, other elves couldn't block the tide of orc cavalry. Already nearly a hundred meters werewolf cavalry rushed out of the jungle, ran onto the grass, and ran towards the elven village.
"stop!"
Loyas turned his face and shot a light arrow. The arrow came out of the string and shot a cavalryman through. The bloody blade behind him had also swung its long saber and shot at his body. He hurriedly dodged and narrowly escaped.
He narrowly avoided the vital point in his heart, and the blade pierced his left arm.
He swung his sword to block the opponent's sword, and Loas flew upside down.
The man was in the air, already unfolding his long bow, and six arrows were placed on the bowstring at the same time. The blood on the left arm holding the bow was already gushing out like running water, but he just gritted his teeth and ignored it, aiming diagonally at the end.
The werewolves in front, loose fingers.
puff!
Six arrows were taken off the string at the same time, hitting the four werewolves rushing in front, and two more hit the werewolf mounts. There were several elves around who didn't care about their opponents, and turned around to shoot those who rushed near the elf village.
Werewolf.
They are all good archers, but there are too many werewolves. After such a long period of fighting, the number of hundreds has been reduced to less than 30%.