A deal was quickly made between the barrel and the dragon, and the barrel was content to pocket 500,000 gold coins, and the dragon was content to lock the elven girl in a chest of pure gold.
His proud body, the heavy dragon's tail shook the ground around him, and he noticed the greedy eyes of the dragons of the same clan around him, but he was not afraid that these guys would dare to rob him, this was the order of His Majesty Lin Qi, and all the harvest of today's looting was his own With a bang, a boulder with a diameter of more than twenty meters was smashed by a giant catapult, and several elven mages who had exhausted their magic power wailed and were smashed into a cloud of sprayed plasma by the boulder.
The jagged boulder tumbled forward for a long distance, and at least three hundred elves were crushed into a mess by the boulder.
The warriors of the Wyvern Legion of the Longshan Empire appeared in the sky, and a large group of Wyverns circled in the sky, and the half-orc archers armed with special strong bows launched a deadly attack on the elven warriors on the ground.
Nearly two meters long, special long arrows roared down from the sky, nailing the stubbornly resisting elven warriors to the ground.
These orc archers weren't very good at the point, and their arrows often missed.
But in this chaotic battlefield, the threat posed by a group of disastrous orc archers is several times greater than that posed by a large group of elven archers with excellent archery.
With the roar of a special arrow piercing through the air, many elves were inexplicably crucified to the ground.
Many powerful elven warriors were inexplicably hit by this sudden arrow, and the elves' sixth sense was extremely keen, and if there was an enemy, they locked their bodies with bows and arrows.
They must have some kind of foreboding in advance.
Poor thing, these damned orc archers, they were aiming at an elf, but after they shot their long arrows.
The one who was hit by the arrow was another elf more than ten meters away or even dozens of meters away The poor elves didn't have time to dodge at all, and many times an elf who was locked by the eyes of the orc archer embarrassedly launched dodge skills such as shadow step and wind step to dodge the coming blow, but with a miserable howl, it was another elf near him who received an arrow from the top of his head.
The arrows came out of him, pinning him firmly to the ground.
"These guys, they're really unreliable," the barrel scrambled forward with his hammer as he looked up at the half-orc wyvern archers flying all over the sky.
Directly in front of the wine barrel, an elven swordsman with saint-level strength was suspended in the air more than ten meters above the ground, glaring at the wine barrel angrily, and the long sword in his hand emitted a sword qi tens of meters long, preparing to fight the wine barrel to the death.
Suddenly, a dozen arrows whistled from nowhere, and the poor elven swordsman showed no sign of danger.
There was a terrible howl.
There are more than a dozen fist-sized transparent holes on his body.
For a tall and thin elf.
The injury nearly tore his body to shreds.
"Looks like that, good job," the barrel smirked, his eyes wide as he was about to praise the orc archers.
An arrow of astonishing power roared and exploded to pieces on the barrel's shoulder guard.
The power of the arrows falling from a height of thousands of meters above the ground was terrifying.
The barrel's body couldn't help but flick forward.
"Damn it, believe it or not, I'll shove your arrows into you," the barrel roared angrily, and the heavy sledgehammer shook the sky a few times In the midst of this chaos, more and more elven warriors and elven mages began to pray to the gods they worshipped.
Their prayers gradually converged into a loud wave, and rushed into the sky with a huge force of faith.
At this life-and-death juncture, the souls of the elves simply burned, and the power of faith they unleashed was ten or even a hundred times that of normal times Pure and powerful, full of life vitality of the power of faith turned into a visible frenzy towards the sky, at this moment, if any elven god can respond to the call of these elves to save them, then this elven god will definitely be able to monopolize this huge power of faith, from which to obtain endless benefits This is the power of faith provided by millions of elite elven powerhouses, compared to the power of faith brought by lifeless prayers in the quiet elf temple on weekdays, the quality is a hundred times exceeded People die for money, birds die for food, and finally there are elven gods who can't hold back their greed for this power of faith, they ignore the announcements made by the major gods about the temporary truce, and at the same time ignore the warnings made by the high-level of the elven gods to them that they are not allowed to enter the Western Continent easily, and directly descended to the Western Continent one by one.
A dazzling green glare fell from the sky, and in the glare was an elven girl holding a strange crescent-shaped hunting blade and riding a white spotted leopard.
The beautiful elven girl raised her weapon, and her voice was heard all over the land.
"O children of the elves, I am your protector, wandering in the forest, the protector of all hunters and rangers, the pure elven god Alain Modier believes in me, recite my name, and you will be able to get my salvation" Alain Modier looked at the blue and wine barrel not far away proudly, she couldn't wait to wave her weapon, and the green light of the moon arc instantly enveloped the entire battlefield.
Alan Modelle is a median god, although among the gods, a median god is nothing, but on the battlefield of the secular world, even a lower god can decide the outcome of a war As soon as Alan Modella appeared, he launched an attack on the hundreds of thousands of troops under the command of Xuanlan and the wine barrel, which was an attack launched by a god himself, and each blow was comparable to the full force of a peak demigod.
In Alan Modier's opinion, this army of the Longshan Empire is bound to be wiped out Countless elves cheered and cheered, and they all chanted the name of the god Alain Modelle at the same time.
A dragon-like power of faith was injected into Alain Modella's body, and Alain Modella's slender and graceful body trembled violently, and the unprecedented pleasure made her almost get up.
Such a huge and pure power of faith, full of fanatical faith, not only did the little old wounds left by Alain Modella in the primeval divine war instantly heal, but her divine body and divine soul began to evolve rapidly.
Alan Modier, who had already reached the peak level of the middle god, faintly touched the door of the law of the upper god at this moment.
She firmly believes that as long as she is given another quarter of an hour, she will definitely be able to use the help of this terrifying power of faith to break through the bottleneck and become the top god of the elven race, once she can have that power, she will transform into a true nobleman of the elven god race Alain Modelle's body trembled violently, she was sweating like rain, and the fiery and violent power of faith made her all over, making her spirit flutter, making her body seem to swell.
Her divine power was soaring, her divine soul was rapidly increasing, and her body was becoming stronger every moment.
Ascension, ascension, ascension, the elven bloodline in her body has undergone strange changes, and she is evolving rapidly, from an ordinary acquired elf powerhouse to the origin of the creature has taken another step "Death" Just as Alain Moddell was improving his strength, the barrel let out a dwarven battle cry.
Waves of crimson furious flames rushed out in all directions, and the roar of the barrel shattered the hundreds of thousands of moon-arc energy that Alain Modelle had unleashed.
On the body of the wine barrel, a terrifying divine power that belonged to the upper gods could possess rose into the sky, breaking away the clouds in the sky one by one, and the dazzling sunlight shone straight down from the sky.
Alan Modelle, who was immersed in pleasure and sweet dreams, almost didn't cry, how could a superior god suddenly appear here, especially what made Alain Modier want to scold was how could the Asur Protoss let a dwarf king become a superior god, this is a completely subversive thing, and it is impossible for the Asor Protoss to do this Dwarves, a dwarf, a dwarf king who inherited the upper priesthood of the Asur gods, this kind of thing can still happen among the gods of the Odin Temple, after all, among the gods of the Odin Temple, there is a small group of gods left over from the primeval god war, they have an inexplicable relationship with the dwarf clan, in a sense, they and the dwarves can be regarded as close relatives, although these blood relationships have been isolated, I don't know how many eons of the world, but that group of gods is indeed no different from the dwarves The Temple of Odin can have dwarven gods, but the Asur gods...
How could this Protoss, who were extremely arrogant, extremely proud, extremely xenophobic, arrogant and extremely hostile to other races, tolerate a dwarf to be their own For Alain Modelle, this is basically the same as a mouse in the gutter suddenly taking the daughter of a dragon emperor, this kind of thing is incredible, this is simply impossible to happen, this is no longer ridiculous and can be described, this is completely too funny This, this, even in the most ridiculous dreams, there can be no such thing But all of this really unlocked the seal of the divine power that the osmanthus tree helped to bless on his body, completely released his divine power, compressed the body of the burning wine barrel to about five meters, his body was covered by a cloud of almost transparent white flames, he swung a huge war hammer, and strode towards Alan Modier with a monstrous desire to fight.
One step at a time, in just three steps, the barrel roared and rushed in front of Alain Modelle, and then smashed it down with a hammer.
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