The second murder of revenge

The elders of the dark elves looked at the rushing elf army. They looked at the same legion full of 3,000 years of hatred in horror. The strong smell of death made them, who were dark, afraid. The main force of the dark elves, 100,000 have been dispatched by the Odin Legion, which has been eroded by the dark forces.

Collision, broken!

Nine golden lights passed by the Elf Legion, one left and one right, five on one side and four on one side. But Shadow Twin Clem brought greater panic to these Dark Legions. Because the dark man can't feel his existence at all, but he is being torn apart inexplicably. On the high mountain, the elf elders are dispatching troops, but the bottom is like boiling water. Within a hundred miles, 100,000 Odins are already rushing around, and five thousand elf legions have become five teams, fighting in the sky and on the ground. Without the help of the Dark Dragon, the futile Odins could not resist the high-altitude attack.

The dark elves who didn't know the art of battle array finally paid the price for their self-righteousness.

The battlefield has become a massacre, and every Odin dark man dies, and his ownerless undead breath will moisten the elf army. Every elf soldier has gradually been fully materialized, and their current form has gradually approached Arluos. The golden light continued to move forward, rapidly circling, entangling and dividing.

With their assistance, the Elf Legion is more like a fish in water. Odin's powerful, invincible dark army in the world encountered enemies that they had never seen before. Beyond their way of fighting, they collapsed, but strangely, they couldn't leave the battlefield. They even couldn't help throwing themselves to the dark undead elves, like moths to the fire. The more powerful the elves are, the more crazy they are.

Odin people are eaten like this.

This legion was originally the largest violent weapon in the dark elves. It can be imagined that no matter how brave the Roseman is, it is impossible to resist the attack of such a legion. He thought that after the killing of a legion composed of all the dark men, all the dead enemies would become undead and threw themselves into their side.

But everything is so regrettable for the dark elves. Maglin's action, the elf undead army hidden in his space, has a strong sense of revenge, and the senior undead with clear reason has changed everything and turned everything unfavorable to their own design into their own help.

"Meglin, you have become a talented commander." Graiman admires Maglin so much. Only when you are in it can you understand the danger at the beginning. Once they don't eat the dark dragon, there will be a one-sided battle situation, because they don't have the ability to master the armor. They are not the gods in the true sense.

Even if they defeat the dragon, they are exhausted, but the time they need to recover in the gray land will exceed the time needed in the normal world. The huge 100,000 dark army will be their nightmare. Once they don't support them, even if they don't die, no one in the magic army behind them can escape except the dragon knight.

Glyman now understands that Maglin really wants to lose before he wants to win. He is not just an adventure. He had already prepared for the use time of the Elf Legion. At the most appropriate time, he invested in the Elf Legion and skillfully turned the enemy's advantage into his own supplement. In the end, the battle has become a must-win situation.

The Legion of the Elf and Undead will clear the battlefield without any scruples, and finally point the sword to the Black Mountain!

This is the most frightening day for the dark elves. Anyone who hides his cards to the end and wants to use it to complete the victory, but finds that everything is at a downfall, and everything is a wedding dress for others. And the battlefield of a hundred miles was condensed into fifty miles, then twenty miles, and then completely defeated.

The light of hatred in the eyes of those elf undead, the eager hooves under them, the sad calls of the undead birds flapping their wings in the air, and the elf war flag that has changed color but does not change the old ambition in the glorious hatred of the past.

All this scared them. They only have the last soldier and horse. A son of dark elves stationed in the middle of the mountain, formed three thousand dark elves elites. They would have been a decisive force and would stab the enemy when they failed. As the masters of the Odin Empire, they have been integrated into ridiculous self-righteousness in their blood during these years.

until everything changes.

They began to look down disdainfully, looking at the predecessors and successors of the Odins. The guys who had little knowledge did not reach the level of space magic, and naturally they could not really understand the power of the undead elves who already had the power of space. They are still looking forward to, as in the past, after depleting the enemy's spirit under the sacrifice of Odin's inferior barbarians, they will kill in a perfect and artistic way, harvest achievements, steal credit, reflect the arrogance and dignity of the dark elves, and satisfy their own vanity.

But the immediate changes made them feel that something was wrong. The nine golden lights never know how to be tired, and those legions are not tired at all. When they saw that something was wrong and that the 100,000 Odins were slaughtered faster and faster, they knew that there was a lot of trouble. One hundred thousand troops could not resist the other party at all, and the other party killed faster than the worst time limit they planned.

It will take five days for the next batch of more powerful dark dragons to appear outside Montenegro with the great Elder Thomas.

Now, in the whole battlefield, except for a few elders of the Presbyterian, there are only them, each other, and of course, barbarian iron armor all over the ground.

Just when they were restless, found their cowardice, and felt real fear for the first time, the other party had rushed towards them. The darkness of this land exceeds that of the Death Forest. In the land under the influence of Pluto, the power of Odin's fallen son in those years moistened the undead. They were ambitious and arrogant.

"Kill these rebels, kill these rebels." Marius roared like thunder. The legion in the air took the lead, and the towering Black Mountain was the barrier of the abyss. But what is such a height for them? The overwhelming rain of arrows scattered, and 2,000 waves of arrows were almost a substantial dark atmosphere, which contained the power of space for Maglin's understanding.

This is a dark power that looks similar but is actually fundamentally different.

The dark elves are very alert, but they don't think so. After all, this is also the same dark force, and their use of it has been perfect. But this kind of superficial arrogance, which can't be lost in the face of any crisis, killed them. Just after three waves of arrows, the army of the dark elves had gone crazy.

Three waves of arrows, the three waves that I thought were not good, killed at least 500 people. The dark elves twisted in pain. When they arrogantly operated their power, the power of space contained in them was stimulated by the ferocious smiles of the owners of these arrows, so the tragedies happened one by one. . The elders were screaming and running down. Poor these well-beown and magically edged guys actually knew how to cherish their strength at this time.

They don't use teleportation. They just accelerate crazily. They are afraid of wasting magic so as not to work hard later. They are reluctant to consume a little more magic now.

This group of guys with completely inexplicable heads, when they should have calculated, their proud self-confidence is not counted, but when they should not be calculated again. Their stupidity actually stems from the idea of selfishness and self-preservation. Finally, there was another guy shouting, "Don't convert and absorb."

This sound probably saved hundreds of dark elves who were about to run their power. And around them, those more advanced guys have crazily twisted their bodies, rolled, and stood unsteadily rolling down the mountain. Three thousand troops were defeated again at the top of the hillside halfway up the mountain.

And what they left is ready to rush down. In their literary and artistic imagination, when the Odins occupy the upper hand, they will hold their heads high, under the cheers and worship and awe of the 100,000 troops, through the spacious passage of the hillside, through the military array, and directly smash all the obstacles in front of them by the momentum. Stop.

But now, this smooth path has become the Legion of the Elves and the Undead, and their enemies have the best offensive breakthrough.

Under the blockade of air fire, the legion went up effortlessly. The hooves of the Warcraft fell and raised, and the powerful force stirred, offsetting the consumption of the upward attack, and even supplementing!

The black wave, under the unicorn flag, with hatred that had been waiting for 3,000 years, crashed into the enemy's last barracks and broke!

When the vast elf undead iron flow rushed up the platform of the hillside, all the dark elves had collapsed. They can't stop the killing of these fierce enemies. It can't be stopped at all. When their weapons encounter an attack with the power of space, they are easily cut off. Their shields, their armor, and all their physical protection are meaningless and can't add a trace of difficulty at all.

And their counterattack is not painful or itchy.

On one side is the elite who had been experienced in the battle 3,000 years ago, full of hatred. On one side is a fool with a low eye, a coward who has a psychological breakdown, and on the bottom is a battlefield where 100,000 troops have disappeared, and people are rolling. Even if it's the underworld, it's nothing more than that, right?

Before reaching the battlefield, the elf elders were intercepted by a torrent of arrows. The elves and undead who have received extremely large supplements have long been perfect for both magic and martial arts. In terms of the attainments of elf magic, three thousand years have passed, and they will never be worse than these juniors. Therefore, this is a one-sided massacre.

Everything comes from Maglin's plan. The dominoes have fallen to the penultimate. The dark elf elder hugged his head and rushed to the mouse. Maglin roared and ordered the legion to withdraw immediately, and then nine golden lights rushed into Montenegro. Marius did not dare to neglect and immediately killed all the dark elves taken by the legion on the spot. Then he commanded the legion to go down.