Blood Moon.

The bloody moonlight shone in the white bone jungle that looked like purgatory.

Gakaka!

A skeleton undead dressed in a broken green gold-inlaid robe crawled out of the black mud, constantly biting its teeth crown, making a creeping sound of grinding teeth.

This is just the beginning.

Then one skeleton after another came from the dark mud like evil ghosts in hell, returning to the undead in the world. Resentment is their spirit and fear is their food.

The blue ghost fire that is different from the undead.

It seemed as if the angry scarlet soul flames composed of resentment were leaping wildly in the skeleton's eye sockets, and they were pairs of eyes that could not be resentful even without eyes.

They... are here to take revenge!

Especially the more than a hundred skeletons that suddenly emerged were all wearing uniform costumes and had the same elf ears, carrying or holding the mist of bloody battles before death.

Daggers are paired with bent bows, and staff are paired with magic.

If you look closely, you will find that the pelvic bones of these skeletons are slightly wider, and most of them are women. The composition of the elves itself is similar to that of the matriarchal clan society, with most women.

It can be seen that although these are just undead skeletons, they still have the closeness of natural elves.

The Elf Clan...

...As a child of nature, he is born close to nature, and even some natural magic can be without chanting or using a staff.

Just like now.

“Gaga!”

Because it was the dead, he could not speak out or even think. However, dozens of female elves who were protected in the middle holding green scepter still chanted.

boom!

The magic of nature gathered wildly and became the power in the hands of this female elf skeleton. The emerald green spots spread, and the magic light shone more and more.

"Advanced Magician!"

When Mountbatten, who was standing on the tree, was still confused about what was happening in front of him, when he saw the magic light, he exclaimed in disbelief.

"Hide!"

Although it is impossible to judge any magic from the other party's singing voice, this terrifying magic fluctuation alone makes Mountbatten feel extremely dangerous.

With a loud roar, Mountbatten jumped off the trunk first.

"roar!"

The female elf holding a skeleton with a scepter made only sounds from her mouth, and the scepter held in her hand suddenly fell down, and the dazzling natural magic shot out like a rain of light.

Brush!

One by one, the light arrows that were like arrows were missing were shot wildly, like a storm sweeping across all directions, piercing all those who blocked the trajectory at the least, and nailing them to trees at the worst.

"Hey!"

I saw a thief whose body was nailed to the trunk, staring at the eyes and waiting to die, but looking at the light arrows that penetrated his chest, he didn't feel like he was going to die at all, nor did he even feel hurt: "What's going on? What kind of attack is this? Why does it feel like...scratch..."

The curious hand wanted to touch the light arrow, but the hand penetrated the light arrow without any obstacles and touched a small bulge on the chest, green...

...It's like a seed.

However, if it is a seed, it will naturally take root and sprout, and the thief suddenly cannot make a sound, and even makes a strange sound in his throat.

This is all because an emerald green sapling that can be seen in the naked eye rushed out of the thief's mouth.

Next second.

Not only was a thief, but countless people who were penetrated by light arrows grew plants like trees, weeds, or flowers from various parts.

An individual is like a parasite of a plant, with flesh and blood becoming nutrients, and skin turning into moss.

In the blink of an eye, many green plants appeared in the forest.

Distorted human-shaped green plants stand abruptly beside you, either growing on big trees, or taking root on the earth in strange postures.

Scenes refresh humans' understanding of the term fear.

Bang!

Mountbatten was in front of him, and the wide-blade sword in his hand ejected a green arrow. When he approached, he realized that green seeds were knocked away.

He led the formation of only more than 100 people left by his subordinates to barely allow the group of arrows to fire randomly.

Rain is not just an arrow, but it is actually more like a seed machine gun.

Or fire randomly.

Maybe it was because the other party had become a dead soul and had no such thing as a sight, so he could only shoot randomly, which did not cause large-scale casualties.

But Mountbatten was still trembling with the wide-blade swordsman, and there was horror in his one-eye.

Gudong!

Swallowed dryly, Mountbatten looked at the team of undead skeletons with a maximum of more than one hundred people, all of them.

What really scared him was the undead guarded in the center, holding a scepter like a queen.

"If I read it correctly, then the Elf Queen's signature skill, advanced magic, all things, Congshou, a skill that releases the parasitic seeds of vitality, and the scepter that was lost on the road. This is..."

Mountbatten recognized her teeth trembled and murmured: "...The Queen of the Elf!"

Good guy.

They came to catch an elf and shocked all the ancestors of the elf clan.

"To die!"

However, when he is on the battlefield, Mountbatten certainly knows that even if he faces a necessary situation, if he turns around and runs away, he will reveal his back to the enemy and die.

"Don't panic, everyone gathers together. We have at least a few hundred people, and there are only more than one hundred people on the other side. Even if you use people to pile them up, you can kill them!"

As a warrior, Mountbatten had not lost his last sanctuary and yelled wildly at some scattered and alive sweepers and subordinates: "If you want to escape, those who die will die even worse. Don't hold on to the lucky deeds and let the living people go, so fight with them!"

After being inspired by Mountbatton, no one will be able to make this fucking encouragement useful.

But unlike the thoughts, the despair that was forced to death still made the thieves let go of their last luck, and whispered and waved the mist in their hands. Even if there was fear in their eyes, they launched a suicide attack on the undead skeleton gate in order to survive.

Mountbatton rushed forward first, not as an example, but as aware that if he didn't do anything, the morale that had finally been raised would collapse instantly.

"kill!"

Facing a desperate situation, Mountbatten, as a real warrior, waved the weapons in his hand and took the lead in killing.

"Hissy!"

At this moment, facing the enemy who was coming, he smelled the breath of a living person. Even if it was death, he retained the instinct to protect the queen. More than one hundred elves skeletons also acted.

Kakaka!

More than a dozen skeletons guarded the queen under the leadership of an elf wearing a green king robe, and served as guards with the queen as an assistant.

The magic of the Queen's Scepter is constantly disturbing the enemy.

Dozens of skeletons carrying longbows formed three rows, and took turns to shoot arrows stained with the flames of the undead, dragging the fire through to the breeding ground and protecting the home.

“Gaga!”

Some of the remaining elves skeleton warriors, who made indescribable roars, were holding daggers and long swords, and killed the thieves.

The scene instantly turned into a big melee.

Kacha!

A thief cut off the head of the elf skeleton with one knife, and the head rolled down groaning. However, before the thief was happy, the dagger slashed the thief's throat.

Blood and a large head rolled down.

The elf skeleton picked up his head and placed it on his neck to continue fighting, while the thief whose head was cut off could not put his head back on. After his death, the body was dragged into the undead hell by the white bone palms protruding out of the black mud.

Thieves have only one life, and the undead can be resurrected after death. This is not a fair battle at all.

"drink!"

Mountbatten screamed, and the wide-blade sword in his hand slammed an elf skeleton and smashed it into pieces to extend the time of resurrection: "No, if this continues, you can't kill it at all!"

Seeing that you can still be resurrected after death, you can kill a skeleton that has not played, and then see how many people you are constantly reducing.

If you continue to waste like this, sooner or later you will be killed first.

"Capture the king first!"

Mountbatten gritted his teeth, and the one-eyed look at the elf queen who was guarded in the center. His face was ferocious. Regardless of the elves being blocked in front of him, a wide-blade sword danced afterimage.

"Olalalala!"

Roaring with the wide-blade sword, he pushed a large area of ​​elves like a bulldozer, regardless of whether he injured his friendly troops on the way, he fought out a path of blood.

The target is directed to the elf queen who is being escorted in the center.

"quack!"
To be continued...