The Rise of the Cemetery

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Li Xun heard the news for a long time.

Happy and worried!

Xi Zexi, looking at the situation of the Green City, is working hard to arrange the retreat matters, which also indicates that the robbing plan of the necropolis can still be carried out as scheduled. Anxiety is anxiety, and inexplicably a demi-god appears, no matter who hears it, it must be trembling.

Judging from the current form, the decline of the elven race is already common. Failed to solve the worm disaster before the emergence of the Zerg demigod. Now that the Ahn'Qiraj Zerg has a demigod leader, it will be more difficult to suppress it later. However, it is still unknown whether the mother nest of war has been killed. If the mother nest is still there, then the raid of the elven clan really failed.

A war mother nest that can reproduce indefinitely, plus a Zerg demigod general that can sweep Klein, this combination is really desperate. If this happens, I am afraid that Li Xun can't help but consider the possibility of giving up the Klein plane.

Demigod ... That's a demigod!

I don't know if all the legends of the Klein plane can be gathered together. Will this Zerg demigod general be killed? Once the other party, regardless of their identity, fought guerrilla warfare and sneak attack with the Klein legend, no amount of legends can stand up to the rampage of the demigod.

The only thing I do n’t know now is whether this Zerg demigod general has any flaws that can be used, otherwise there is really nothing to fight this battle!

However, this is all afterwords, and the response policy of the necropolis needs to be negotiated with many senior cemetery leaders, but the immediate benefits must be immediately available. For the first time, Li Xun's heart rose uncontrollably, and when he looked at the tree of life in the distance, there was some irritability and anxiety in his eyes.

Even the aggressive and retreating forces like the Necropolis are so restless and helpless after hearing the news of the demigod. What about the kingdoms and large forces that belonged to the Klein plane? If the news is sent back to Klein mainland, I am afraid they will immediately be in a mess?

Eat your own fruit!

If after receiving the exact news of the pest disaster, the entire Klein plane can quickly gather strength, it is not necessarily difficult to eliminate the pest disaster. But precisely because the Klein planes are lined with major forces, they have strong prejudice and hatred between each other, and it is difficult and difficult to let them give up the past. If it were not a huge scourge that could endanger all forces, they would have no chance of unity and cooperation.

It ’s good now, and dragging around is finally a big disaster!

The thought of a Zerg demigod was rampant, Li Xun numb his scalp and panicked. If one is unlucky and meets the other party, he must take off a layer of skin even if he is not dead.

The Elven Continent is not a place to stay for a long time.

Having made up his mind, Li Xun wouldn't let Fickans away. At least one day in the elf continent, there must be no lack of protection from the legendary strongman. The ghost knows if the zerg demigod is out of the way to stroll around!

With Faccon, Li Xun instructed Frost Dragon Terence to move to the outer part of the Green City to keep himself in a conspicuous and low-key level. It is eye-catching because he needs to create an illusion that he is busy rescuing the remaining elves, and that the event of robbing the "seed of life" is not involved. The low-key is that Li Xun is also afraid.

At least until the necropolis had its own demigod, Li Xun did not intend to intersect with any demigod.

Under his command, the entire Gulong Air Force was busy with the heat, unaware of everything that happened in the core area of ​​the Green City, and dedicated to rushing to kill in the tide of the insects, rescued a batch of two batches of elves every three days. . In the dark, the blood demon sneaked into the vicinity of the tree of life and started to stand in front of the ambush in the cemetery.

However, at this moment, in a hidden tree hall at the top of the tree of life, a magic ritual has gradually come to an end.

Yu Yin's insignificant natural chants still echoed in the tree hall, and the rich and pure natural power condensed into crystal dewdrops, flashing on every piece of flowers and plants.

In a small pool in the middle of the tree hall, the green water of life is rippling, and a simple and simple huge seed with no hint of magic at the bottom of the pool is looming there.

There were teardrops hanging in the corners of Idriel's eyes, and his face was bitterly watching the huge seeds forming.

The outsider may not be able to perceive it so clearly, but as the elven high priest in the green city, she has been with the tree of life Ankara for nearly thousands of years, but she can clearly feel that most of the source of life in Ankara has been slowly injected. The seed of life in front of me.

Ankara is only 17,000 years old! This life span is only one-fifth of the life journey for a tree that can survive for 100,000 years!

Idriel also clearly remembered that when she was an elf girl, she chased and played on Ankara every day, lying on her body every night for several days. It can be said that Ankara accompanied his entire elven life.

Now ... now I have killed Ankara's life by myself!

Although the tree of life can continue its existence through the transmission of consciousness and the transfer of origin, when this seed of life takes root in other regions and grows again, a new tree of life is born.

But what does this have to do with Ankara?

The new tree of life will give birth to its own consciousness, although it is still the mother tree and guardian of the elves, but for Idriel, the name Ankara and the consciousness on which the name is based are no longer there.

Is there anything more cruel and heartbreaking in this world than this?

"Edriel, we should go!" An elf mage standing behind the high priest stepped forward and reminded in a low voice. As a legendary elf mage, Saran is a special envoy sent by the Holy City to welcome the seed of life here.

Idril looked down at the green that haunted her fingertips. This was Ankara, the tree of life, saying goodbye to her. She doesn't even need to rely on spiritual links, she can perceive that Ankara's peaceful and quiet breath of life is fading from the tree of life under her feet.

Although the surging power of nature is still strong, life is no longer there.

Under her waving hand, the two elf girls entered the pool piously and took out the seeds of life, and then Master Mage Saran carefully received them in a wooden box made of twigs of life. The outside of the wooden box is full of complicated and precise elf cipher text, which can completely cover the strange life fluctuations of life seeds.

"You send the seed of life back to the Holy City first! I want to stay here for a while!" Idriel said softly, haggardly.

Saran felt the same, silently bowed down to salute, and then nodded with the legendary weapon master Butch standing on the other side, and turned to take the accompanying elf bodyguard out of the tree hall.

The tree hall where the magic ceremony is held is on the 17th floor, and the only teleportation array that connects the outside world is on the 11th floor. In the core area of ​​the green city, which is less than 400 meters, what else can happen?

Out of a momentary negligence, the legendary weapon master Butch, who belongs to the Green City, did not personally **** the seed of life, but chose to remain in the tree hall to guard the exhausted high priest.

But just before Butch stepped forward to say something to comfort the high priest, who was immersed in great sorrow, there was a sudden palpitation of magical fluctuations and Sarah's screaming cry not far away.

not good! problem occurs!

There is no need to follow up to inform, but the weapon master Butch, who is responsible for the security work in the core area, has realized that it is not good. A flash of the figure rushed out of the secluded tree hall, and the body of the strong and magnificent shore leaped up like an eagle soaring its wings, stepping on the flowering branches and weak fiber petals stretched on the tree, three or two Led to the scene of the accident.

Half a quarter of an hour ago, a quiet core area has become a sea of ​​monsters. Countless terrible monsters resembling drowners are climbing up the vine ropes and tree roads, rushing towards each elf guard. And even more ugly monsters with no name are roaring and frantically spreading terrible epidemic viruses. Wherever they went, the green faded away, the life was wiped out, and the terrible plague swarm swarmed.

These unknown strange enemies not only spread the epidemic, but also fearlessly die. Just let them rush close to the elf guard, no matter whether they are intact or not, the next moment will be a shocking explosion. Fragments of broken corpses and highly corrosive body fluids blasted in all directions in a powerful explosive airflow, destroying all vitality.

Even more frightening is that the team of elves responsible for escorting the "seed of life" is trapped in a siege by a group of terrible demons. Countless guys who resemble skinned vipers are entrenched in the trees, continually spitting a brutal green acid venom mass to the elves. Although in the precise and sharp counterattack of the elf shooter, these guys died in a large amount, but more and more surging from the tree of life.

The elf bodyguards waved their curved blades and long swords to protect the outer guard from the wind and rain, while the inner periphery was the elven archer who was madly lasing. As the elite guards sent by the Holy City, they used all magic weapons and shot all magic arrows and enchanted arrows, so although the demons were surging, it was difficult to get close to them within ten steps.

The legendary elf mage, Saran, who carried the treasure, crouched on the right chest, surrounded by elf guards, without any enemies on his side.

Butch's piercing eyes pierced the sky, and almost instantaneously saw the weird shadow thread on the wound pressed by the wizard mage Saran.

The power of shadow!

There are shadow creatures!

"Saran, are things still there?" Butch plucked down bravely, stretched the elven sword in his hand, and instantly picked the three self-explosive demons out of the tree.

"Still!" Saran endured the pain, constantly washing the shadow thread on the wound with the force of nature, and reluctantly replied: "Be careful, it is a legendary shadow creature!"

Asshole, when we see that we are in distress, all kinds of monsters want to step on it!

Butch was furious.