The infinite beast garden

Chapter 267 Counting Casualties
Chapter 280 Second Counting Casualties

The battlefield lasted for another half an hour. It used to be the most noble place in the eyes of the dwarves. It was the sacred place in the hearts of the dwarves, the Lonely Mountain Royal Court, but now it is a terrifying slaughterhouse. There is a very interesting sentence in the ancient poem.

Blood can float.

It means that the flowing blood becomes a river, even a boat can float on it.

At this moment, it is used to describe this place very well. The ground under your feet has turned blood red, and your shoes will soak the entire upper if you step on it. The half-orcs on the front line also put down their weapons in fear, and buried their heads on the ground like an ostrich, trembling. As for the elves, the army of ten thousand people is now less than two thousand. As the king of the jungle, Thranduil Shi's eyes were full of death, and he looked at the few remaining troops behind him with a painful expression. His proudest son, Legolas, had been loyally waiting by the side.

Thranduil was trembling all over. Behind him was a huge part of the army in the dense forest, but at this time it was completely wiped out. The tens of thousands of elves in the army were less than 2000 people at this time. You must know that elves have a long lifespan. As long as it is not artificial, it can basically be said to be longevity. The oldest elves have lived for more than 7000 years.

Every creature cannot be perfect. The shortcoming of long-lived elves is that it is difficult to reproduce, otherwise they, a race without aging, would have unified the world long ago. There are still dwarves and humans there, and now this battle Afterwards, the Dark Forest, one of the three major elf kingdoms, has completely declined, and the male elves have all died. Now there are only some army guarding their homes and some female elves left in the forest.

"Haha, hahaha, I'm a sinner!"

Thranduil held the long sword in his hand, his face was covered with blood, he looked up to the sky and let out a miserable cry, and after speaking, he picked up the long sword in his hand and was about to wipe it off his neck.

"No," Legolas quickly grabbed the long sword from his father's hand and said loudly, "Father, it's not your fault, don't do this."

"Hahaha, it's not my fault, hahaha." Thranduil's laughter was already a little crazy, and he pointed to the dead bodies around him and said, "Did you see it? I brought them into the hands of the god of death, it was me, it was me what!"

Legolas looked at the dead body in front of him, his eyes were red, but he still held his father's arm and said, "Father, it's not your fault, these are all that damn demon court, you can't die, if you die we What about Milin?"

"What should we do? Of course we will leave it to our Demon Court." A deep voice sounded above the head.

Hearing this voice, everyone's face changed drastically, and they quickly picked up the long sword in their hands to face the sky, only to see Bat King fanning these two huge wings and looking at him with a smile in the air.

Seeing Bat King's arrival, Thranduil's eyes were full of killing intent and madness, and he swung his long sword and stabbed at Bat King.

"Hmph, vulnerable."

Bat King sneered, and when the long sword was about to touch him, his body turned into a ball of bats and spread out. The bats flew in the air and finally formed behind Thranduil and turned into Bat King again. At this time, Bat King came from Thranduil With one hand holding his right long sword behind him, the other hand was just locked around his neck.

This posture must be very beautiful if it is done by a couple, but looking at it now, um, it is still very beautiful, mainly because Thranduil has also reached the point of being beautiful and delicious.

"What do you think I should do with you?"

Bat King clasped Thranduil's neck tightly with his right hand, whispered with his lips in front of his pointed ears, and then stretched out his tongue to lick Thranduil's neck lightly.

In the distance, Newt and Wolverine looked at each other, a trace of fear flashed in their eyes, and they took a step back subconsciously.

"Bat King still has this hobby?" Newt sent a signal to Wolverine with his eyes.

"I don't know. By the way, has Bat King communicated with you alone before?" Wolverine's eyes flickered at the same time, and he instantly understood Newt's eyes, and quickly replied.

"No, don't you have one?"

"I do not have either."

In the end, the two nodded to each other, and at the same time expressed a meaning: "In the future, we must stay away from Bat King."

In the distance, Thranduil and Bat King were still in a stalemate at this time. Bat King grabbed Thranduil's neck, and his wings flew to the sky behind him, shouting loudly: "Take care of the battlefield."

After another quarter of an hour, the battle on the entire battlefield was over, and the remaining elves were charged with weapons and escorted aside, as well as the half-orcs.

"Come here, check the battlefield." Bat King said with a cold snort.

After a while, a nimble vampire appeared in front of the Bat King and said loudly: "Marshal Qi, this time our army sent a total of 200 werewolves, [-] aliens, [-] vampires, and [-] giants. The elf army is [-], the remaining [-] have been controlled, the half-orcs have [-], and the remaining [-] have been controlled."

"What about casualties?"

"Among them, 52 people died in the werewolf army, 480 were killed by one alien, 360 were killed by five vampires, and there were no giant casualties." The man bowed his head and said respectfully.

Hearing the loss reported by his subordinates, Bat King's face turned cold, and he cursed in a deep voice: "A bunch of trash."

You must know that this record is actually very good. With only a thousand casualties, an army of 2 people was defeated. If it were placed in ancient times, it would be a great victory, and it would be recorded in history. But in the eyes of Bat King, this is not the case However, with the nearly immortal lives of werewolves and vampires, there are still such a large number of casualties. The death of the aliens is fine, no matter what they say, they are just biological weapons.

"Press them up."

The Bat King ordered the werewolf army to bring Thranduil and his Legolas up. At this time, the armor on the two of them was torn, the long sword in their hands was broken, and there were wounds of various sizes on their bodies, full of wounds. His face was stained with blood, and his eyes were full of hatred and killing intent.

"Why bother? I said a long time ago that only surrender is the only way out." Bat King said with a smile on his face looking at the miserable situation of the two.

"Bah, kill me if you have the guts, or I, Thranduil, swear in the name of the elves that I will never die." Although Thranduil was a prisoner at this time, his noble aura was even more obvious, and he would rather die than submit His aura made the eyes of Jisha and Storm shine brightly.

"You should be thankful that you are the person appointed by His Majesty, otherwise you thought you would still be tough with me here." After speaking, he took a step forward and lightly tapped Thranduil's chin with his right hand and said softly, "Maybe we will still act as Colleagues exist."

(End of this chapter)