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. wWW!QuANbEn-XiAoShUo!CoMHe twisted his huge body triumphantly, 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. These guys dare to rob me. This is His Majesty Lin Qi's order. All the gains from today's plunder belong to me!
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 wailed and were smashed into a ball of spraying plasma by the boulder. The rugged boulder rolled forward for a long distance, and at least three hundred elves were crushed into messy flesh by the boulder.
Warriors from the Dragon Mountain Legion of the Longshan Empire appeared in the sky. Large groups of flying dragons hovered in the sky. Orc archers holding special bows launched a fatal attack on the elven warriors on the ground. The nearly two-meter-long special long arrow whizzed down from high altitude, pinning the stubbornly resisting elf warriors to the ground.
The accuracy of these Orc archers is not very good, and their arrows often miss. But in this chaotic battlefield, the threat posed by a group of orc archers with poor shooting skills is several times greater than the threat posed by a large group of elven archers with excellent shooting skills. Accompanied by the strange whistling sound made by the special long arrows piercing the air, many elves were inexplicably nailed to the ground.
Many powerful elven warriors were inexplicably hit by the sudden arrows. The elves' sixth sense is extremely keen. If an enemy targets their bodies with bows and arrows, they will definitely have some warning in advance. Poor thing, these damn orc archers, they were targeting an elf. But after they shot the arrow, the one hit was another elf more than ten meters away 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 dodge 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 of his chest 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 all over the sky. Right in front of the wine barrel, the body of an elf swordsman with saint-level strength 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 flying from nowhere came roaring towards him. The poor elf swordsman didn't even have any sign of danger, and howled miserably. There are more than a dozen transparent holes the size of fists on the body. For a tall and thin elf, such an injury almost tore his body into pieces.
"Apparently. Did you do a good job?" Jiugong's eyes widened proudly. Just as he was about to praise the orc archers, an arrow with astonishing force roared out and exploded into pieces on the shoulder guard of the wine barrel. The power of the arrows shot down from a thousand meters above the ground was extremely terrifying, and the body of the wine barrel could not help but swing forward.
"Damn it, be careful! Do you believe that I will put your arrows into your butt holes?" The wine barrel roared angrily, and the heavy hammer shook hard towards the sky several times!
In the midst of 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, rising 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 turned into a visible frenzy and surged towards the sky. At this moment, if any elf god could respond to the call of these elves to save them, then this elf god would definitely be able to monopolize this huge wave of faith. Power and get endless benefits from it! This is the power of faith provided by millions of elite elven powerhouses. Compared with the power of faith brought by lifeless prayers in the quiet elven temple on weekdays, it is more than a hundred times higher in quality!
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 high in the sky. In the 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, and her voice spread throughout thousands of miles.
"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. .
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. .
In Alan Model's view, the Longshan Empire's army is bound to be completely annihilated!
Countless elves jumped and cheered crazily, and they simultaneously shouted the name of Alan Model. Waves of dragon-like power of faith crazily injected into Alan Model's body. Alan Model's slender and graceful body trembled violently, and the unprecedented pleasure made her almost moan. Such a huge and pure power of faith, full of fanatical belief, not only instantly healed Alan Model's few old wounds left in the ancient divine war, but also her divine body and soul. They all 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 believes that as long as she is given another quarter of an hour, she will definitely be able to break through the bottleneck and become one of the high-ranking gods of the elves with the help of this terrifying power of faith! Once she can possess that kind of power, she will transform into a true noble of the Elf God Clan!
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 wander and make her body seem to swell. Her divine power is soaring, her soul is rapidly strengthening, and her body is becoming more powerful every moment. Upgrading, upgrading, crazy upgrading, the elf bloodline in her body has undergone strange changes. She is evolving rapidly, taking another step forward from an ordinary elf strongman born after birth to an original creature!
"Death!" At the same time that Alan Model was crazily improving her strength, the wine barrel let out a crazy dwarf war cry. A stream of violent crimson flames rushed out in all directions, and the roar of the wine barrel shattered the hundreds of thousands of moon-shaped arcs of energy wielded by Alan Model. On the body of the wine barrel, a terrifying divine power that could only be possessed by a superior god soared into the sky, breaking open a huge hole in the clouds in the sky, and the dazzling sunlight shone straight down from high in the sky.
Alan Model, who was immersed in pleasure and sweet dreams, almost cried, high god! Why would a superior god suddenly appear here? What especially made Alan Model want to curse was - how could the Asheer Protoss allow a dwarf king to become a high-ranking god? This is completely subversive. There is no way the Achael God Clan can do this!
A dwarf, a dwarf, a dwarf king who inherited the high-ranking priesthood of the Achael God Clan! This kind of thing may still happen among the gods in Odin's Temple. After all, among the gods in Odin's Temple, there is a small group of gods left over from the ancient wars. They have an inexplicable relationship with the dwarves. , in a sense, they and the dwarves are close relatives - although these blood relationships have been separated for countless eons, those gods are indeed no different from the dwarves!
Odin's Temple can have dwarf gods, but the Azers. . . How could this extremely arrogant, extremely proud, extremely xenophobic, arrogant, and extremely hateful race of gods tolerate a dwarf as 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's impossible to happen, it's not something that can be described as ridiculous, it's just too funny! This, this, even in the most ridiculous dream, such a thing cannot happen!
But it's all true! 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. His body was covered by an almost transparent white flame, and he Wielding a huge war hammer, he 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...)