Game of the World Tree

When I heard Samir, the Flame Tribal had a hesitation in an instant.

A tremorial elf was reluctantly touching the bag in his hand, opened a corner, showing a whitening book that engages with gorgeous patterns.

His voice is bitter:

"This ... This is the paper classification from us from the Sen of the Elf, which is the inheritance of the Elf Millennium. If we leave, the elves ..."

Samier looked at him with a complicated, sigh:

"The mother has returned, and civilization can continue, but if the elf is dead, then nothing is."

Philippiisil touched the thick family of the flame tribe, and the eyes were hidden with turbid tears.

"Ugh……"

She sighed, under the eyes of the old fake, unable to believe in the Fighter family for thousands of years, recorded countless history and glory thick family spectra throws on the ground ...

"Family ..." long! "

Several elders were shocked.

Fisishal looked at them and released the breath of the black iron on her body ...

For a time, all the eldest eiversia were quiet, and she was looking at her.

Philippish Sisle avoids their eyes, the sound is cold, and the momentum that does not to refute:

"History is written by civilization, the vectors of silver civilization are the elves itself, if we can't protect it, these books ... don't you!"

"Take a look at the children in the family! We have the future, we have hope! We have passed the life of life, can no longer let them live again!"

After finishing, she uses the old voice to the voices:

"Everyone, throwing the weight and dry food, only with weapons, protect the children full speed!"

Seeing the respectful old family, the elf hesitated, and then he will throw your luggage in the ground.

One time in a time, some crying appeared.

The old elf is red, with his own weapon, and looks sadly on the luggage on the ground, followed by anger:

"Break out! We break around!"

Numerious magic light is blooming from their body.

These lives to the elf, although age is already high, but they have also been the most powerful soldiers of Elf!

Looking at the people who have grieved for strength, Mididiser actually felt some embarrassment.

She seems to have returned to the fake army, in the obstacleness of the elf, in the obstacle between humanity, orc and semi-dragon people, desperately breakout from the elf.

I deeply sucked a sigh of relief, she greeted her own flame stick:

"Partners, let's go! We go home!"

The dazzling magic is released from the stick, and the previous plants suddenly opened a road.

Three ring magic, [Jungle Directive].

More than 200 wits began to transform the formation, all aged elderly wits have come to the most peripheral, and the elf soldiers and wise cruists are a pioneer, Master, Druid and Elf shooter.

The Qingzhuang has taken up the elf of young people and is protected in the middle of the team.

"Chong!"

They shouted and took a long way to open up.

After they left, the plants closed again and shielded the original road.

"Not good! Those elves want to break out!"

The half-orc people who have been tail in the distance change, and quickly blow the horn again.

The semi-orcroup hidden in the elf is also started under the guidance of the horn.

"Those who scrapped in the news, kill them!"

I heard the horn of the scouts, the Samir look changed, and won the wizard hunter in the team.

Several wizards hunter have some hesitation, they habitually targeted the opponent's limbs.

At this time, a year of elf has won the bow, aiming at the half-beast, and it has been shot ...

The arrow is now simply, and the precision cave wear the throat of the echoes.

Then, the elf looks to the hunter, red eyes:

"When you are, don't be kind! Think about how they treat us these years! Do you have a precise archery just to shoot ?!"

"Even if the killing will save us to hell after death, we must also kill a living road for the Righteratory tribe!"

After listening to him, the face of several elf hunters flashed.

But soon, their look is firm, and they raised their own bows.

The main team of the half-orc, and finally intercepts the spirit of the flame tribe under the guidance of the horn.

Nearly 100 full-deputy armed halfles rushed out from the forest, and under the sacrifices of the priests, their body flashed from the glory of the power and blocked the front road of the elf.

At the same time, there are more semi-orcs to come farther from the forest.

"The old elf is not left, live catching all the women and the young elf!"

In the semi-orc, the priest with teams shouted.

"Humph!"

Samir issued a cold, powerful magic continues to gather on his body.

Accept the god of Eve, he has become a 41st level of silver under the natural priest.

But in fact, he still has another occupation -

Druid.

While the natural priest is promoted, his Drui occupation has also been given, and it is also promoted to silver down!

This is also the true cause of Ef pays for him to find the elilion!

In order to protect the secret of the mother, Samir does not intend to easily use God, but the magic of Druid can be used.

With the causing spell, countless rough vines drilled out from the mud, and the half-orc people who rushed to rush were wound.

"Sino-Doluid!"

In the half-orc, the priest sent a strange call, and even the whole team was powerful.

The middle of the middle is ... that is already the existence of silver.

The whole cave tribe only has this strength!

For a time, the half-beans people actually confuse.

The ethics in front of the team is very vibrating, they took out their own weapons, and seized the opportunity to cut those unlucky half-oriers.

However, if you carefully observe, you will find that the elves have not rushed to the semi-orcs, as long as they lose their fighting power, they will no longer chase ...

kindness……

It is the glory of the Elf and the sorrow of the Elf.

Samir's magic is like a subversive weight in the war balance.

Strong control magic showed it, and the combat power of the half-beasts almost turned, in the face of the desperate elves, they made the melee and they were defeated for a while.

However, even if you have a strength of silver, Samir can't control all the orchers.

There is still a lot of echoes rushing in, and the elves are fighting together.

And the battle, the gap is also reflected.

The elf is older, and the half orc is more young.

They have been exhausted in physical and energy, and they accepted the instructions to the old elf, so ... only a moment, there are several old eranges to fall.

Looking at the death of the people, Fisidsil eyes are red.

Every old elf live now is her comrades.

And every old elf has experienced a long-lasting year, and it has also mastered countless knowledge ...

If it is placed in the peaceful age, every elder is the most precious existence of the ethnic group.

But now, they have to desperately desperately for the future of the group.

Philippi Sisil closed his eyes and once again opened.

She will grieve the strength, and she has a magical shield on the front of the people.

"Kill! We kill it!"

The death of the elf is not no effect, and they also consume the strength of the half-orc.

Under the desperation, they actually really torn open circles!

I saw the forest in front, Samir shouted:

"We have to succeed! Everyone will work hard, quickly take off, don't be entangled with the half-beo!"

After finishing, he looked at the injured old people in the team, biting his teeth:

"Elderly and wounded ... left behind!"

After finishing, he said to Fisisier:

"Philippish Sisley, you break through people, I will stay again to help you!"

Philippine Sisil's eyes are together, I want to say something, but I saw Samir's firm gaze, and finally took some nods:

"You ... must keep up."

After I finished her, she raised my stick, I checked again:

"Break through!"

Subsequently, she continued to advance with the remaining people.

The priests hidden in the semi-orcs are changed:

"Not good! They have to break out! Fast! Quick calls to Merrell! Cannot let them break around!"

The half or capie of the side received an instruction, and quickly pulled out a horn, blowing against the sky:

"-"

The angle is incomparably bright, and it is far very far away ...

And very fast, countless birds fly out of the forest, they seem to have been scared, and they start filling around.

"Rau--"

A exciting cockroach passed from the sky.

"what sound?"

The elves have become extremely vigilant.

However, it is not equal to the head, and a huge pressure is coming to the scene.

Including the half-orc, all people do not hurt their own initially in an instant.

A huge shadow, shrouded above the elves of the breakdown.

Philippi Sissir slowly looked up.

She saw a big thing that was awkward!

In an instant, her pupil is hush, the whole person is not surprised:

"Black ... Black Dragon!"

Black Dragon!

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