Several figures were walking through the woods. While they were running, they looked back. In the misty forest, a huge creature was slowly moving.

But it seemed to move slowly, and the span of each step was extremely huge, so it followed the group firmly. Before that thing, there were countless dead tree people, who moved faster, and from time to time, shooting out a silver-gray vine wrist wrapped around the obstacle in front, allowing themselves to move across the terrain, extremely flexible.

From a distance, it looks more like a silver tide covering the ground, circling the rocks, and swallowing up everything that is blocking them.

"Govanni," someone shouted, "they are catching up!"

The young man who was called looked back, looked at the few people following him, and stretched out his hand to the shield guard who called him, "Give me the things, I'll stop them."

"No," the person who spoke was a little panting and shook his head, "I can't run anymore, let me do it."

"You still have the resurrections?"

"I have three more times."

"Then I'll leave it to you." Giovanni looked at the other party and nodded.

Without saying a word, the man turned around and erected a big shield on the ground. The investigation team promised to give double compensation, but it was not this that he cared about, but it made him feel very exciting.

The people of Silver Wind Watchmen rely on getting closer to the parliament and the alliance, pretending to be an official organization on weekdays, but people outside have long been unable to stand these people for a long time.

What's more—

Giovanni looked back and saw the dead tree men shooting out a vine wrist at the other party, accurately wrapping around the other party's big shield, and then more vines wrapped around, lifting his big shield away.

A vine wrapped around the other person's thighs, and then a flash of light was generated by the explosion of gray crystals. The explosion raised countless silver dust into the sky and fell down one after another, forming a fog.

The substance inside was made of the same material as the Holy Emblem used in the making of Aimeya, silver-gray wood blessed by the unicorn girl.

Giovanni immediately turned around and said to the others, "There is not much time left for us. Before that fog dissipates, there is only two minutes at most to speed up."

Everyone accelerated the pace.

...

Lian, Elorya and Merell were surrounding the center of the ash branch, the branch from the heart of the Saint White Tree, the only one left on it.

It had already died, and even if it was stained with gray matter, it would not be possible to regenerate into towering disaster branches. However, the three of them drew a small ritual magic circle around it.

Three holy emblems of different materials are placed in three directions of the tree heart. The elf princess's holy emblem is silver-gray, taken from the oldest oak tree heart, and then reinforced with magic and blessings; the elf holy elf personally performed rituals on it, and penetrated the dew from the holy white woods, making the blessed wood tight and firm, like steel.

The holy emblems of Airoya and Merrell are from the most ordinary wicker wood, and magic has been applied to it and woven into the shape of a unicorn. It is the holy beast of Aimeya and the symbol of the unicorn girl.

Faela and Ellovin also participated in the battle. When someone tried to attack the flank of the investigation team, one of the two elves guarded the bow and arrow, with an elegant posture.

He let go of the bowstring, and the arrow passed through the gap above a knight's kite-shaped shield like a meteor, and shot into the hole in his helmet.

The knight screamed and fell on his back. A nightingale pounced on her back and dragged her back, asking a priest to heal her.

Eleven once again fired an arrow at the priest, but a shield guard raised his shield to stop him and let the feather arrow hit the shield.

Then the man waved his sword and asked the others to launch a round of attacks.

Faera set up a large shield and held a spear in his hand to block Alovin's front. Alovin also threw away his long sword, drew out his double swords, ready to face the enemy.

Among the three elves, only Ai Luoya seemed a little nervous and looked at the battlefield from time to time. The magical firelight intertwined and reflected into her vision.

Lian's eyes were quiet, as if they were all placed on the ceremony. The elf princess was focused. When a beam of fire arrow flew over the heads of the three of them, she only lit up her deep eyes.

Like the refraction of a gem.

She turned her head, looked at the girl beside her, and said, "Merille, are you ready?"

Merriel, who was standing beside her, felt a little quiet inside. The sadness that she couldn't suppress in her heart had passed away, leaving only a sense of responsibility, a sense of responsibility for these people, friends, and herself - to the leader:

"I'm ready, but this grey branch..."

"I will try to make it assimilate our breath, but I can't do it alone. In this process, the will of the holy tree will come, and it will definitely alarm the gray branches."

"I need you to use your will to block the perception of the Holy Tree. I will ensure your safety in the process, but if you fail, our spells will become invalid."

Lian's eyes were on Merriel: "It's hard, but you are the purest and most determined unicorn girl I've ever seen in Linnorel. In some ways, you are even much better than me - Merriel, I believe you can do it."

"Your Highness the Princess..."

Merriel nodded slightly.

An indescribable feeling arose from the heart of His Highness the princess. Those who are willing to believe in her, her innocence and childishness, their eyes intertwined with each other into a heavy responsibility.

And the heavy burden was now on her shoulders, "Merille, thank you for forgiveing ​​my willfulness."

She had already made a vow in her heart that she would avenge Linseya, not as the elf princess of the Elf Court, but as the founder of the Saint Society.

Their companions, close friends, and leaders.

Lian turned around and looked in one direction. Smoke and flames reflected in her deep eyes. The thick smoke had already covered most of the battlefield, and red lightning flashed from time to time.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! The air is filled with the smell of sulfur, and you can even feel the burning flames in this direction. The high temperature seems to have raised the entire forest several degrees.

She knew in her heart that the real outcome of this battle should be decided there, that was a silver rank - but for some reason, she would rather believe the young alchemist.

The young alchemist who was concerned about in the heart of the Elf Princess is now fighting against the assassin of the Gray Hellhound.

AshClaw and Dalier intersected, and a sword almost picked up the big sword in Miss Catman's hand and flew out. Not only that, the sword almost wiped her neck.

Even though he blocked it with a big sword, he still left a wound on his arm. Dalier's hand holding the sword was trembling slightly, and the rose blood slid down the hilt of the sword.

AshClaw turned into thick smoke, and the sound seemed to be everywhere in this smokey world. "Didn't you find it yet? You are not my opponent, little girl. Even if I take action head-on, you can't stop it-"

"Then why don't you take action head-on? Don't you dare?"

Dalier responded with a sneer, and her snow-white fangs showed her emerald-like pupils with a contemptuous light flashing, "Why don't you let go of your hellhound? Is it because the power of the law is not enough?"

AshClaw was poked into the pain and snorted coldly, "Even sharp teeth and sharp mouths can't change your situation. I'm so lucky because I'm waiting for the spell to be completed. What are you waiting for, waiting to die?"

"I'm waiting for you to reveal your flaws!" Dalier roared angrily, and suddenly shot in the direction she decided, slashing down with a sword.

But she was wrong in her judgment. The big sword in her hand only separated the smoke and cut a hole. Moreover, she tried her best to reveal the flaws behind her.

A cloud of smoke turned into a human form behind her, holding an elf stabbing sword in her hand, and stabbed her vest with a sword. AshClaw's voice was smug, "I see it is you who reveals the flaw-"

But his voice came to an abrupt end.

The sword in his hand pierced into Dalier's vest without any obstacles, and even pierced the magic furnace behind her, but it was like stabbing a clay statue, Dalier's whole body cracked from the middle.

The female knight cracked into countless pieces of earth, and scattered all over the ground with a "wow" sound. The fragments all over the ground were like a vicious joke, making ruthless mockery at him.

A gust of wind came from behind his head, but AshClaw never gave his full strength. He immediately turned into a cloud of smoke and merged into the dark environment.

The great sword cut from behind him and cut it flat, but only stirred the smoke and dust in the sky, splitting it into two.

"What the hell?"

Although AshClaw avoided this attack, he was still quite surprised. He had already seen that Dalier, who was pierced by him, was more like a golem.

A component.

But any component will turn into soil after being crushed. The clay golem is not in this form, not to mention that those fragments are turning into gravel in a form visible to the naked eye.

That combat craftsman again?

AshClaw turned around and tried to find Cui Xisi's trace from the smoke, but he did not find the fairy lady, but saw Fang Zhu the next moment.

On the other side of the smoke.

Fang Zhu didn't pretend to be with the Gray Hellhound's Assassin, and threw away the magic wand that was used to pretend to behave in his hand, and raised the magic gloves.

When AshClaw saw this scene from afar, how could he not understand that he was deceived? He was about to go in that direction - but suddenly, a strange ripples swept past him.

Then AshClaw heard a buzzing sound, as if something was blown to pieces. The crystallized ground in front seemed to be stroked by an invisible hand, and the crystallized surface turned into powder in an instant.

He was stunned for a moment before realizing that someone had released a sound explosion nearby, but before he could realize what the spell meant, a big sword had stabbed from the side.

And this time Dalier finally guessed it right-

On the other side of the fog, Tianlan was busy putting down the seven-stringed zither. She watched her spells produce effects in the fog, and the beams attenuate on objects of different materials and produce echoes.

Then the simply modified wind element detector immediately lit up, and the position of beams formed on the crystal, the poet felt as if he was being fished out of the water, and breathed a sigh of relief.

She immediately shouted:

"Finished, found!"

"Coordinates!" Paparal was so popular that he was filled with smoke.

"Oh, G671N319, W...W71°, about sixty feet."

Fang Yuchi cast a signal there without thinking, and then he waved his hand, and a row of dragon hunters with red light in his eyes were slowly walking out from behind him.

A golden flame flashed on his shoulder, and Nini appeared there with her little tail rolled up. She shook the golden flame, revealing her little fangs, and looked ahead with a belligerent gaze.

The female knight's perseverance made AshClaw a little annoyed, but he was about to force the opponent away with a sword, but at this moment, a sharp roar came from far and near.

He subconsciously turned sideways and a crossbow arrow flew past his original position, nailed to the ground not far away, and his wings shaking.

AshClaw was shocked. How did the other party find him here? The blind cat hit the dead mouse?

But he didn't have much time to think, because Dalier once again waved his sword and stopped him.

AshClaw finally couldn't bear it anymore. A black flame ignited from the elf stinging sword in his hand. He shot at the other side with a quick sword and stabbed Dalier in his heart.

But the female knight turned around and formed a clone in front of him. The clone seemed to be made of clay sculpture, rising from the ground and slashing at him with a sword.

AshClaw didn't quite understand the principle of this scene, but he didn't need to understand it either. The meaning of the illusion is to confuse the public. This kind of clone generated in person only made him sneer.
To be continued...