On the already silent battlefield, the white mist of these skin-peeling monsters has enveloped the border of the Elf Kingdom.
In the pale mist, everything was submerged, first the elf knights, then the elf warrior defense line, and finally the elf marksmen on the edge.
These mist formed something like a barrier behind the border of the neighboring elven kingdom, which was timid and showed no intention of intruding.
The Supreme Elf CEO here is not very worried. He believes in those excellent warriors just as those warriors believe in the weapons in their hands.
"We've already set off. We're probably on the way by now," the assistant guard said from the side.
The CEO let out a breath, maybe they should develop a spell system specifically for combat.
From real-time communication to map positioning, it is best to refine the information to the nearest minute.
Like this, they still don't know where the Sky Knight is, and their eyes are completely dark.
They have the ability and necessity to create such a combat system, because after this, other enemies will definitely appear.
This silent but independent sense of confusion is like just returning from the illusionary space. The body's perception seems to have lost its function, and the soul is observing the world calmly.
The soldier's spear pierced a skin-removing monster, and his eyes could clearly see the gush of dark red blood shooting out.
The fierce and fearless skin-removing monster reminded him of the time when he was a goblin. At that time, his father had caught a few strange-looking little things and the skinned ones looked very similar to these monsters.
It's just that the little things in my memory are not so crazy. These things are not as beneficial as the scientific name of the forest frog. At least, those little things will maintain the ecological balance.
The elf warrior drew out his spear, which was stained with a lot of dark red blood, and stepped back.
The figure behind him stepped forward, thrust out a spear from his side, and blood spurted out again.
These things are very weak, but very strong.
Very weak means that their individual strength is very weak, almost as weak as goblins.
They are very strong because their numerical base is so large that no margin can be seen.
Although the elf warrior's physique is extraordinary, he is still a mortal thing. Swinging the spear ten times and hundreds of times does not change, but what about thousands of times? There will eventually be times when he misses.
Furthermore, such killing was so quiet that there was no sound from all around.
If it weren't for the instinctive connection between elves and elves, it would be impossible to say that some elves have disappeared.
What rang in his ears was not the sound of tearing flesh and blood, but his own breathing.
The elf warrior worked hard to adjust his breathing method. When he took back his spear, it was his short rest time.
The teacher who taught them originally said that this breathing method was compiled based on the principle of heartbeat.
The heart is beating all the time, seemingly never resting, but in fact, the time between the moment it finishes beating and the moment it jumps again is the time it takes to rest.
The source of this breathing method is also the same. The moment the gun is released, it is extremely sharp. When the gun is retracted and the next time it is released, it is the time for the elves to rest.
Although it won't restore much physical strength instantly, at least this is a good way to fight a long-term battle.
He did not speak, nor did he break his own rhythm, but continued to thrust out the spear in his hand at a mechanical rhythm, piercing the enemy.
‘145.’
The elf warrior counted silently in his heart.
‘147.’
Two, double kill, profit.
In the corner of the warrior's eye, one of his companions had already missed and was grabbed by several skin-picking monsters, who refused to let go.
The elven warriors on the side pierced it with their spears, just like piercing candied haws.
But even so, those little monsters still wouldn't let go. Such enemies made the elf warriors' hearts sink.
The enemy who is not afraid of beating will be afraid of everyone.
"Charge in a straight line, turn around and retreat after five seconds."
A vague sound of psychic link spells sounded in the consciousness of the soldiers, and an order was issued.
Flesh and blood piled up like mountains, and the elven warriors fought and retreated all the way down, leaving behind a vast white land of flesh and blood.
As soon as this order came, the elf warriors collectively took two steps back, and the two rows of warriors in front and behind simultaneously activated the constant spells in the magic circuit.
Great strength, swiftness.
With the blessing of magic power, the elven warriors burst out with extremely powerful power. The metal spears several meters long were as light as nothing in their hands. Their galloping footsteps left splashes of death on the fleshy and muddy ground.
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"charge!"
The elven knight squadron, which had retreated to the elven defense line, was led by the knight commander. Without even having time to take a breath, they charged in again with the knight's spear in hand.
Hula la
Under the clouds in the sky, heavy figures with swollen wings quickly glided past. Under the influence of the wind, their bodies were lifted up layer by layer.
"Ascend, prepare to drop bombs at an altitude of 1,000 meters, be careful to avoid dense fog."
The Sky Knight Commander took the lead in pulling the fixed lasso of his mount flying dragon, and flapped his wings to fly upwards.
Below them, on one side is the clear realm of the elves, on the other side is the turbid fog, and inside is the enemy.
"clear."
The Sky Knights pulled the flying dragons beneath them, followed behind the Sky Knight Commander, and continued to rise with the force of the wind.
"Our reinforcements have arrived, withdraw!"
In the thick fog, the elf warriors with scars on their bodies took advantage of the effects of the giant strength and swiftness spells to carry out a counterattack to the end and rushed out of the white fog.
The tired elf warriors quickly ran out of the battlefield and lined up again not far away. They looked at the skinned monsters who did not dare to enter the elf country at all, and watched them roaring in front of the dividing line without relaxing at all.
"I wish you a happy life."
This sentence may be the earliest greeting, no less than the earth's greetings to relatives and raising the middle finger, full of malice from the elves.
喖儿
In the sky above the skin-peeling monsters without any intelligence, several fat mushroom warheads pressed the air with their heavy and huge mass, and roared down towards the marked landing point.
Boom boom boom
The white mist spread in all directions, brilliant white, endless dazzling white. In the eyes of the elven warriors, an extremely dazzling white light rose from the enemy camp.
In their eyes, this dazzling white turned a little red, and the vermillion flames seemed to form a ring, penetrating the earth together with the raging evil wind, rolling away in all directions with extremely high temperatures.