Age of Adepts

In the clear, cold moonlight, Egyptian leaves are running fast.

A tens of metres old tree flattened beneath her feet, a short cliff, a stream spinning momentarily behind her.

The wet night breeze poured across her face, wetting her leather armor and cheeks, but not quenching the anger of Egyptian leaves' hearts.

Hearing from a Horn Eagle Beast shooter about the attack on the Quirlings hut, Agave stepped on a journey without even waiting for the arrival of the Elf Temple envoy.

At the time of her departure, the guards of Tianshui City were still trying to assemble.

Since the enemy dares to invade the Quaylerins hut less than 200 miles from Tianshui City, either they are strong enough not to be afraid of a counterattack by Tianshui City guards, or they are conspiring to attack the guards of Tianshui City to the west.

As a result, elf commanders and some high elves in Tianshui City quarreled in the chamber, arguing over the size of the troop contribution.

Just as human society has a privilege of extreme luxury, there are special classes within the Elf kingdom - the High Elf. The so-called High Elf is actually still a forest elf, except that his or her veins are older and older.

He (she) is proud to believe that only the High Elf is the purest and most noble forest elf. He/she refuses to marry civilians and makes every effort to protect the so-called family bloodline from external ‘contamination'. He/she has a great deal of power, and most Elf kingdoms elders and councillors can only be High Elves.

And while elf commanders have absolute unity in Tianshui City, these high elf protests cannot be ignored altogether.

At the first moment of the news of the attack on the Quirlings hut, the elf commander intended to send all air units there in advance to support them, and the ground forces would also be required to provide at least the usual size. Unfortunately, in protest by the High Elf, troop numbers and numbers have been repeatedly reduced.

Hard to bear such heartless cold-blooded drag, the irritable Aga Ye has chosen to be alone on the road!

There are also as many as five or six Pokémon who make the same choices as Egyptian Ye, all ‘vagabonds’ who possess 2-3 levels of strength and are unwilling to be bound by the army.

Unfortunately, their speed and strength were difficult to compare to that of the fierce Agave, so they were quickly left behind by the spear of vengeance in the first hundred miles of the race.

Walking in the woods in the holy and beautiful moonlight is a kind of luxury and passion!

Had it not been for the anxiety of the people filled the mind of Aga Ye, at this moment she would surely have howled, searching for a mighty warcraft with joy.

Hervé the Spear of Vengeance may not be as loud inside the elves, but in the Warcraft Circle of the Central Mountains, she bears the loud title of 'Mad Woman'!

Whether it's the mighty King Feilong, or the mighty Rage Ape, or the insidiously cunning Silver-tailed Fox, she has harassed them with tears and bitterness. As for the other warcraft, she blocks the door to challenge anyone with a little prestige and prestige.

Arguably, the Spear of Vengeance, Agave, comes from thousands of life-and-death challenges in a terrible battle skill. And the size and size of her body and the scars are the best proof of her madness and will to fight!

Forest Elf is the owner of the Coffee Continent, but crossing the Magic Forest over the moon and night remains a very dangerous thing.

Every night, the beasts and beasts that hide in the caves during the day will lean out into their nests, searching for fresh flesh deep in the darkened forests. Most beasts are influenced by forces of nature and do not proactively attack forest elves, but some still cannot resist surprise attacks on elves under the influence of hunger or a sense of brutality.

So, in general, forest elves also adhere to unwritten rules, never approaching or crossing the territory of the monstrous Raptors at night.

Yet such a provision is a myth to Aga Ye, as she even runs, raising her head and making a long whistle to challenge the king of warcraft in the nearby mountain forest.

Unfortunately, her voice or breath has long been known by the beasts. So instead of returning any of the warcraft's roaring responses from the mountain forest she passed through, she became quiet. All warcraft will temporarily stop hunting and hide in the deep bushes in anticipation of this‘ demon head 'leaving their land early.

200 miles of mountain forest trails are sweaty, even if they run down in the shape of an Egyptian leaf.

As she gradually approached the Quirlings Cabin, she also began to encounter some elves escaping from it. From their mouths, Aga Ye heard some of the worst news in agony.

A blazing fire turned this once elf town into a terrible flaming fire.

Without entering the Quirlings cabin, the flashing heat waves and flaming tongues can push people backwards without daring to approach the fire scene.

A few elves fleeing from here knelt down on the edge of the fire, weeping and grieving.

And beside them, Egyptian leaves scattered purple waves, one footprint at a time, and walked into the fire.

Quirlings Cottage is a moderate-sized elf town with a central area of twenty or thirty tree crowns up to 100 metres high, with huge shades of ancient trees stretching into the sea.

Unlike that straight, flat road in a human colony, elf towns and cities have almost never seen any wide, flat roads. The elves' houses and buildings are built on the thick, big-branched junction of tall ancient trees, with tree bridges and vines.

Today, however, this beautiful and flourishing elf town is torched by an evil enemy. Every ancient tree within three miles of each other was swallowed up by the flames and struggled with painful distortions in a flame.

Aga Ye walked heavily in the flames between the showers.

Her fierce sacrificial struggle forced her flame around her, her eyes flashing quickly, searching for the enemy's whereabouts.

The enemy obviously didn't go far!

Because despite the fierceness of the flames, on the trunk, on the ground, and on the branches, Egyptian leaves still see large tracts of black blood. And in the middle of town, around the tree warriors, Egyptian leaves saw black beetle wreckage all over the woodland.

Several tree warriors have apparently fought to the last moment of their lives.

By the side of their decaying trunks, thick swarms of corpses drowned almost half of their bodies. And their torso is covered with dense scars, large and small, that are difficult to count.

And on the edge of this fiercely tragic battlefield, Egyptian leaves are a strange discovery of a handful of ashes.

Egyptian leaves squatted beside the ashes, grabbing and rubbing the ashes with their right hands.

Soaring, light and nothing.

This is a handful of almost completely burnt ashes.

Egyptian leaves couldn't help narrowing their eyes.

In such a fierce fire, it is not uncommon for some burnt ash to appear. But it's strange to want to burn any substance so thoroughly that it doesn't leave any residue or minerals behind.

In Aga Ye's impression, such a strange phenomenon only occurs after the death of special spirits or immortal creatures. So if your theory is correct, it only shows that there are some powerful undead creatures in this coven.

Immortal creatures are evil, and witches are evil.

Together they don't seem so unexpected!

The only thing that really surprises Aga Yeh is what kind of horrible witches used to make so many horrible alien worms. What methods, if any, are used to evade the reconnaissance of elf patrols and ubiquitous air patrols, if they are of such magnitude?

In the midst of a shadow of amazement, Egyptian Ye turned her face, sharply concentrating her gaze like an eagle falcon on a small pile of soil and wormholes in the open forest space. And there… is a particularly dense fire head that is ignited.

Seems…… it seems… that the departed witches are trying to cover up something with fire.

Easy on the tip of Egyptian Leaf's toe, he instantly arrived at the woodland clearing.

As soon as his feet were on the ground, Aga Leaf's face changed slightly.

There are holes in the ground, and the sound of stepping on them is slightly different from the sound on the ground.

Without hesitation, Aga Ye leaped overhead, and a spear in the leather bag behind her instantly appeared in her hand. Inhalation power in the sky, violent purple sacrifice fighting rapidly converges on spear throwing.

The next second, a purple phantom, hard to capture by the naked eye, erupted more than a dozen metres away, in the middle of an open forest space.

Violent waves of violent shock knocked the sea of fire around the empty space to a nitrogen, and the scorched black land instantly collapsed into a pit of depression. When the dust dissipated, an eye-catching scene appeared in the pit, and the spear of vengeance, Aga Ye, instantly blew her heart and lungs.

At the bottom of the pit, it was laid out entirely by a pile of flesh and bones and a horrible slime of stinking nose. In the midst of these ‘debris' there are also many white cocoon fragments and undeveloped dying larvae.

Looking at this strangely shaped dead bone, Egyptian leaves are almost capable of capturing their lifetime and imagining the tremendous pain they endured at that temporary moment.

Angry roaring in the air, Agave single-legged over the sky, the spear of vengeance quickly flashed in his hand, a circular explosion point surrounding the deep pit continuously burst. Under her deliberate control, the blast shock waves all swept towards the periphery and instantly purged the town's fire center area.

The witches set fire to it, obviously, not wanting the elves to discover their evil deeds, except that they didn't expect Agave to come so quickly and in such a hurry.

Aga Ye forcibly extinguished the fire around the deep pit with violent force, which turned her body electrically and ran in a southwesterly direction towards the town.

The enemy hasn't gone far yet!

If they still carry trophies, they can catch up to them!