The sun is bright, but probably because the tree canopy is too dense, the light is still very dim.
Seeing the elf soldiers on the ground dying, several practitioners not far away walked over together, and the first one said in a deep voice: "You killed it?"
"What else? Didn't you see that it wanted to get a weapon?" The ferocious man who killed the elf prisoner with a knife turned to look at the visitor and said in a bad tone. He tore off a piece of cloth from the corpse with one hand and wiped the blood-stained elf soldier.
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“Can the price of living and dead be the same?”
"What does it matter? Anyway, even if it is alive, as long as it leaves the boundary of the projection when it is carried out, it will still die. It won't survive anyway, so what does it matter if it is killed early?" The man said nonchalantly, his eyes suddenly changed as he spoke.
As sharp as a lone wolf, "Besides, two of us died trying to catch this thing!"
Stared by his cold eyes, the casual cultivator who came to question had no expression on his face. He was silent for a few seconds, then spread his hands in an exaggerated manner and said in a sarcastic tone: "You can tell the big bosses something like this when you go back."
Bar."
"Okay, don't argue anymore. Let's clean up this place quickly. There was a lot of noise just now. If it attracts other people, it will be troublesome." Another tall bald man wearing a bulletproof vest came out to smooth things over.
There were more than ten people present, including six cultivators and the rest were ordinary people who were proficient in firearms and fighting. Even if the gap in cultivation was not very large, firearms were still very intimidating.
In addition to the dead elves, there were two human corpses on the ground. They were wearing black custom-made uniforms. Judging from their appearance, they came from different regions. They died in the same way. They were both injured by arrows. Their vital parts were pierced by arrows and exploded. They were already dead.
, this seems to be the handiwork of an elf soldier.
A few minutes ago, this team was lucky enough to capture traces of the elf's movements, so they chased them all the way and met this elf scout soldier who was walking alone and doing reconnaissance in the dark. So, after a brief encounter, they started a melee.
Relying on their numerical advantage, they finally knocked him down with serious injuries at the expense of two of his companions.
But he didn't expect that the elf whose legs had been broken would still try to resist.
It wasn't until he was slashed to death that he finally stopped moving.
Regarding the existence of elves, many forces have already gotten wind of it, which is why major powers are actively exploring it. However, compared to the Thirteenth Division, which hopes to gain benefits through peaceful exchanges, the practitioners who have invaded the Masterless Projection have
Obviously more "realistic".
Before the projection was launched, some private capital groups engaged in biological research offered bounties worth hundreds of millions of dollars. Whether it was Warcraft or spiritual plants, they all offered extremely high prices.
Among them, the most expensive ones are the elves.
Countless plutocrats are eager to get their hands on the body of this possible "alien" and use it for research. This is also the biggest reason why countless illegal cultivators are rushing to enter the Central African Projection.
If you can catch an elf and take it out, it means you will get an extremely handsome reward.
This is also the reason why this team desperately hunted down the elven soldiers.
"Hurry up and put it up. I'm a little uneasy. Let's leave immediately. Don't be robbed." A practitioner wearing short sleeves, long trousers, black leather boots, and chestnut hair suddenly said with a worried look on his face.
Rubbing between the palms of his hands was a golden humanoid statue that was only one-third the size of a palm, looking like a pendant, and he was making a prayer gesture.
"You idiots always like to scare people." The leading man shrugged.
However, the remaining people still started to clean up the battlefield in unison, opened the sacks, and walked towards the dead elf.
However, at the next moment, a person's color suddenly changed, and he turned his head to look somewhere in the dense forest instinctively. He pulled out his gun as fast as lightning, and without asking, he just pressed the trigger in that direction!
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
The sound of gunfire was like the beat of a drummer in a band.
Hit everyone's heart.
Everyone looked around, only to see that the bushes had been blown away by the gunfire, and that half of the people were missing.
"what happened……"
A monk opened his mouth to ask, but he only said half of it and then closed his mouth!
I saw that during the pause in the gunfire, a tall and muscular figure suddenly fell from a giant tree dozens of meters high in front!
His speed was extremely fast, like lightning, and he rushed into the crowd in the blink of an eye.
Only then did people see the appearance of the person coming:
It was also an elf, wearing a gorgeous armor that was as bright as new, but it did not affect its movements at all. He had a young and handsome face, but that face seemed to be covered with thousands of years of frost at the moment.
There is no emotion in the pupils, only the killing intent that is almost overflowing!
If He Shouwu and others were here, they would definitely recognize the identity of this elf at a glance!
He was actually confronting He Shouwu and others in the projection of Xia Kingdom, the elf officer holding the "Sacred Artifact Aurora" of the elf tribe, the disciple of the deceased Margaret, the archery genius Harold!
"rub!"
Harold burst into the crowd, an elf scimitar already raised in his hand. The previous continuous bursts of fire did not cause any damage to him.
"brush!"
In the dark forest, there was a flash of sword light.
The firearms master who was holding a gun in both hands and had just emptied a magazine was split open by a knife and died on the spot!
"Ah! Be careful!"
The perception cultivator holding the golden statue pendant next to him screamed in surprise, but what greeted him was Harold's backhand slash!
He tried his best to resist, but his hands were still cut off with a knife. The gold pendant flew up with the blood, reflecting dappled and brilliant light in the sun.
"Fight back! Kill him!"
Only then did a group of people wake up and raised their guns. The sound of gunshots was intensive. Orange bullets sprayed out of the muzzles, spinning along a path. However, Harold was among them like a ghost.
Avoid it in advance.
On the contrary, several real practitioners in the team changed their colors at the same time when Harold unleashed his power, then looked at each other, turned around and fled quickly!
As practitioners, they clearly noticed the powerful spiritual energy fluctuations emanating from Harold!
That is a force they cannot resist!
That’s a gap of at least two levels!
escape!
escape!
escape!
Throwing away the sacks, they decisively gave up everything and fled, hoping that the gunmen behind them could delay for a while.
"None of you can escape."
Harold's figure was like a ghost, and the scimitar in his hand was like the eyes of death. Wherever he looked, there was no resistance. He eliminated several gunmen in a few seconds. He turned to look at the several practitioners who were running away, and murmured,
It's like looking at a dead person.
He "slowly" retracted the scimitar, took off the bow and arrow from his back with his left hand, and pinched an arrow from the quiver with his right hand.
Nocking an arrow, bowstring half full, aiming...
Just at this time, a cold wind blew in the forest, and the blood-stained leaves were blown all over the sky. Harold suddenly let go of his right hand, and the arrow filled with magical power glowed with a faint lavender light like a violet flower.
Gone through the wind.
"Whoosh!"
The purple stream of light crossed hundreds of meters in the blink of an eye, blowing open the head of a fleeing monk. Then it continued unabated and suddenly changed its trajectory, like a flying elf, shuttling through the forest...
This is what Margaret became famous for.
"Puff puff!"
The crazy fleeing figures didn't even have time to scream, before they were blown to pieces and fell to the ground like tattered sacks, their bodies rolling forward under the action of inertia.
When the stream of light rushed towards the last person, it seemed to have "lost its aim" and just blew up the person's legs before disappearing without a trace.
"Ah! Don't! Don't come over!"
The man with his broken legs panicked and lay on the ground. Seeing Harold approaching slowly, he shouted in terror, hurriedly pulled out his pistol with both hands and pulled the trigger. As soon as he raised the muzzle of the gun,
The scimitar thrown by Harold cut off his wrist.
"no!"
In desperation, he used his remaining hand to pull out the spirit soldier whose blood had not yet dried up, and pointed forward tremblingly.
He was the man who just killed the elf soldier with a knife.
Harold walked over expressionlessly, stretched out his hand, easily grabbed the man's knife hand, and then twisted it in half.
After that, he bent down and slowly picked up the gun on the ground. Harold stared at the black iron lump with extremely disgusted eyes. After thinking about it, he imitated human beings, holding it tightly and buckling it.
He pulled the trigger and pointed the gun straight at the man on the ground.
In the other party's frightened eyes, he said hoarsely in Elvish: "You will all die."
After saying that, he suddenly pulled the trigger.
"boom!"
The last gunshot rang out, and immediately, there was no longer any living thing in the forest, and it just seemed like a Shura hell.
"Shashasha..."
There was a dense sound of running through the grass and shrubs in the surrounding forest.
Not long after, hundreds of fully armed elf soldiers poured out from the forest. Two stepped out and carried the dead soldier on their backs. The rest looked at Harold.
Then they saw Harold, a blond-haired man, slowly raising his gun, banging it into the air and emptying the magazine. Then he threw it away, looked around at the soldiers, and shouted in a voice full of boundless anger: "Your Majesty, your Majesty Xuan!"
Order! Devils from other worlds have invaded my territory and killed my comrades. This hatred is irreconcilable and we will start immediately to bloodbath the forest of elves. All otherworldly beings we see will be killed without mercy!!"
"Kill without mercy!"
"Kill without mercy!!"
For a time, Central Africa was projected, a huge floating land, filled with murderous aura!
…
…
at the same time.
What is completely different here is that the other five major projections are under the control of various countries, and the exploration team enters in an orderly manner.
And met with five royal courts at almost the same time.
Five dialogues between humans and kings from other worlds spread across continents around the world unfold.
No killing, no smoke.
Under the leadership of the Federation and other major powers, except for the insignificant troubles caused by small groups of rogue cultivators, overall, it is still peaceful.
…
Federation projection.
In the forest, the diplomatic ambassador with a kind face was wearing a suit and smiling. After being translated by the monk, he loudly expressed his will to the third Harold with a high tone.
…
Australian projection.
Joint representatives from several countries stood at the front, and behind him, more than a dozen brightly colored national flags fluttered in the wind.
…
Su Guo projection...
European projection…
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Xia Kingdom.
The floating land of Shu.
Before the Thirteenth Division Array.
The diplomatic ambassador held up his chest and raised his head, his face was elegant, he smiled, opened his hands, and looked at Harold.
Behind him, the red flag waved like a sea.
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at the same moment.
The Elf King's Court.
Inner city.
Royal Palace.
Under the leadership of Ai Lu, Cheng Lin finally arrived in front of the main hall.
Then, under the astonished eyes of the gatekeepers, the clear voice of the chief priest of the sacrificial hall, Ai Lu, rose: