The troll cavalry suddenly returned to the Sun-Chasing Hills and launched an army to invade the territory of the pure-blood elves that day. However, the pure-blood elves always focused on guarding against the invasion of the dark elves, but never thought that the trolls would stab them in the back.
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Therefore, only the Dawn Mountains are always monitoring the Trolls' every move. As for the rugged mountains, they have long been unmanned due to the outbreak of the Third Holy War, and have completely become a wilderness.
"Surround the Shuguang Mountains and kill all the creatures who plan to escape here. Otherwise, just kill yourself and avoid being embarrassed."
"Clan Leader, please stop activating the power of life. After all, compared to the mere Dawn Mountains, you should conserve your physical strength to fight against more critical enemies."
While issuing orders to the troll warriors, Astrologer Si Lan stopped the clan leader Carol who was about to take action personally. As he said, there was no need for the clan leader Carol to take action personally, otherwise he would be looking down on the strength of his tribe.<
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A moment later, the troll cavalry began to slaughter every living creature they could see. This included pure-blood elves and countless birds and beasts.
"The origin of magic wandering in another dimension, the cyan phantom lingering on the other side of the clouds, come, the sleeping wind spirit!"
"Flying rocks rise, dust drifts away, screams and cries, the dusty iron cage opens, bloodthirsty elves appear, in my name, wind bird!"
"The suffocating space is deathly silent, trembling, buzzing, isolated, a cage filled with flesh and blood, a paradise for the ignorant, in my name, the wind column!"
McCarter, who is stationed in Dawn Mountain, is a great wind mage, and the holder of Hurricane Roar (two-handed staff). I saw that he had no intention of communicating with the trolls, but he simply crushed several dragon crystals and chanted
Recited the wind magic incantation.
It was a translucent psychic elf. Although it was only the size of a palm, it emitted surging wind psychic energy fluctuations. It finally fell onto McCarter's shoulder and poured the wind psychic energy in his body into the spell.
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However, the appearance of this psychic elf is very lazy. This is also the difference between the great magisters. For example, the dark psychic elf of the dark elf commander Sauron chooses to surrender, such as Christine's dark elf.
The psychic elf has always protected her, looking like an old friend.
McCarter had actually sensed the return of the trolls a long time ago, but he felt that the trolls simply did not dare to invade the Shimmering Forest, or that they did not have the qualifications.
Therefore, he seems a little frightened now. After all, no matter how incompetent the opponent is, he is still a real peak powerhouse. And compared to someone like himself who has always been pampered and pampered, the opponent is better at fighting.
"The bright red eggs turn into nymphs, the half-moon film listens to the death knell, hatches, eats, covers the dark clouds, the greedy cochlea chest, the bloodthirsty locust swarm!"
"The poisonous sting tears the white cocoon, the neurotoxin breaks through the silk sac, violent, predatory, the underground nest collapses, and in front of you is the host, the poisonous explosive spider!"
The Howling Grimoire (magic weapon) quickly turned to the second page, and saw the troll astrologer Silan's hand twisted into some strange shape, and then a spiritual power that destroyed the world enveloped the dawn.
Mountain.
Thousands of psychic creatures swept in, either directly attaching to the surface of the pure-blood elves, or silently burrowing into the opponent's body.
But once the guys are infected by those "locust swarms", they become the parasites of the locust swarms. They can no longer activate the fighting spirit or spiritual power in the body. Eventually, when the flesh and blood are flying, more "locusts" will appear.
"Conceived and born.
The "spiders" that were no more than the size of a grain of rice fell from the sky. Although the spider swarm could not penetrate into the opponent's body, it could cover a space of tens of thousands of meters with poisonous mist.
This is the biggest surprise between the troll astrologers and the orc oracles. The former pays more attention to destructive power, while the latter prefers to perceive the future.
"You...why are you doing this? Have you forgotten the oath you made back then?"
"A bunch of despicable people, I curse you to never be able to return to the habitat of all beasts. I curse you to stop at..."
The great wind mage McCarter is no longer as elegant as usual. He is seen crawling on the ground with psychic creatures hanging all over his body.
He glared at the astrologer Si Lan fiercely, but he could no longer say anything as he had lost the ability to control the body's organs.
"Oath? Those are just excuses for your pure-blood elves to whitewash yourself."
"When you were able to control the situation, you pure-blood elves 'happily' accepted the trolls and even provided a large territory."
"But ask yourself, apart from putting money on your face, how many of you have really cared about an ethnic group that has been exiled to another continent? In other words, if the trolls didn't have a trace of resistance, they would probably end up being buried in a foreign continent.
It’s no different.”
"This world has always respected the strong, from the ancient ferocious beasts, to the space magicians of the ancient magic era, to today's Flowing Light City, the Land of Yin and Yin."
"If you have the ability, go and kill without restraint. If you don't have the ability, you should restrain your disgusting face. For example, now I can kill you, but you have no power to resist except complaining."
After Astrologer Silan finished speaking, he saw the Howling Magic Book (magic weapon) turning another page. The psychic creatures that were attached to the opponent's body immediately went berserk.
First, it swallows all the wind spiritual power, then flesh and blood, and finally bones. In other words, if the trolls had not encountered Gloria, they would have really been able to return to the habitat of all beasts.
After that, continuous wailing sounds resounded in the Dawn Mountains. But except for the wailing magic book (magic weapon) which always emitted fluorescence, all the high-level powerful trolls waited silently and had no intention of taking action. Contributing to Dawn Mountain wasted three days and three nights for the Trolls. During these three days and three nights, hundreds of thousands of "locusts" and "spiders" gathered together again and again, wreaking havoc in the pure-blooded elves again and again.
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"One of the opponent's most difficult assistances is the high-level druids from the Elemental Plains. After all, those guys can control the power of natural psychic energy, which can be said to be a weapon to ensure the number of iron cavalry."
"The second one is those guys from Qimei Perch. Although their larvae are very weak, once they can turn into human form, they are comparable to the giant dragons."
"The ring-level trolls and I have cleared all obstacles, and the only thing you need to do, patriarch, is to threaten the World Tree as much as possible so that the pure-blood elf queen cannot borrow the power of the World Tree."
Astrologer Si Lan suggested softly, but he had already put away the Magical Tome of Wailing (magic weapon), and his whole aura had calmed down.
A wisp of breeze passed over the Dawn Mountain, making the blood-stained armor look even more sturdy. At the same time, it also made the patriarch Carol regain her confidence, at least she could only continue to be sad.
After that, any creature the trolls encountered along the way was killed. However, the anger of the trolls did not dissipate because of this. On the contrary, it gathered and became stronger.
The Howling Grimoire (magic weapon) turned another page without leaving a trace. After all, at this speed of travel, it is estimated that we will be able to set foot in the core area of Shimmer Forest in five days.
But the closer they get to the shimmering forest, the more silent the trolls become. Only the countless iron rings on their fangs collide with each other.
But this time, the person walking at the front was no longer the astrologer Si Lan. The patriarch Carol actually inspired the potential of the blood-striped troll, and the coercive force instantly enveloped the area of 10,000 meters.
The dead can only roar in the back garden of the old gods, and those who are still alive can be praised and move on.
But the God of Death will neither pity those who suffer, nor will he influence any natural laws. It seems that the souls of the dead are roaring and screaming unwillingly, but the world is still unaware of it, and continues to live intoxicated and dream of death.