Loniti was not sure about how the elves built airships, because they could not be called airships. But this was not important, what was important was that the elves discovered Kiljadan.

"Aim at that damn demon!"

An older commander narrowed his eyes, stared at Kilgardan, and gave an order.

His name is Molund Muying, an old elf who has lived for seven or eight hundred years.

He had experienced battles of all sizes and participated in the invasion of the Burning Legion, but at that time he was not a commander, but just a small captain.

But war will make people grow, and blood and corpses will bring glory and position, so he became a commander with some qualifications.

This time, after Danasus noticed the strong demonic aura, the senior management held a long discussion and quarreled, and finally came up with a result.

That is to let him lead the elves’ latest cultivation of the ancient aerial war tree to attack the demons.

The ancient tree of air war was the result obtained after elves were cultivated for a long time. For this result, the entire elves paid a lot, and what they got was obvious - this huge airship made up for the shortcomings of the elves in air combat.

This is a secret that the elves do not want other races to know, and even their allies are kept in the dark, but in the face of the demons, their hatred makes the secret float on the surface.

Loniti was the first alien race to see the ancient tree of air war so close. When he came, the elves walked on the water, so many people did not see it.

Even if they saw it, they couldn't see anything. They could only think it was a larger airship.

"Long-eared rat! Do you want to kill me?"

When both sides reached a distance that could start attacking, they stopped at the same time, and then Kiljadan looked at the elves with a mocking look, his eyes full of disdain.

To it, these elves are just long-eared mice that live in the forest and think they are very clean, exactly the same as those people who kick each other in the stinky ditch.

Of course, the stinky ditch it thinks is an iron furnace fort, and the goods are naturally dwarfs, and the stinky water is magma.

For Kiljadan, perhaps magma is really similar to stinky water, although most demons like magma.

"Damn the demon! The power of nature will purify you!"

Although this may not be a battle that will be recorded in history, Morend still shouted such a sentence with great enthusiasm.

A word from the side tribe sounds a bit fake and a bit pretending, but to the elves, it is simply unparalleled.

Morend, who shouted this sentence, felt refreshed, and felt as comfortable as eating a piece of honey, as comfortable as bathing in the warmest sunshine.

But Kiljadin didn't think there was anything, so he smiled even more disdainful and arrogantly, and then stretched out his hand.

This time, it did not use holy light attacks, but used the attack methods that most demons would use - hellfire, or demonic flame. Anyway, these two things can basically be confused.

Endless black flames fell from the sky, as viscous as magma, as deep as the abyss, and looked particularly hideous and terrifying.

"defense!"

After being beaten by the other party, Morend could only change his order, so a protective shield composed of translucent branches appeared on this huge ancient tree of air war.

The ancient tree of air war is a bit too large, and even looking at the overwhelming fire of hell, it only wraps up part of its front.

Morend was wrapped in this package, looking at the burning fire of hell and the swaying protective cover outside the protective cover, a drop of sweat left on his face, but it was soon evaporated by the high temperature.

Although the fire of hell was blocked outside, the temperature still came in, and a large number of elves were sweating heavily and evaporated quickly. In a moment, water vapor was visible to the naked eye.

Fortunately, it was just a little hot. These elves were not weak civilians, so they were not so hot that they were dehydrated or heatstroke.

Finally, the Hell Fire had no protective cover and slowly dissipated.

The moment the fire of hell disappeared, Morend's order was also heard.

"attack!"

It was no longer the Moon Blade Chariot, but a tree man. They raised their thick arms and exposed the hollow tree tube.

A ball of green that is so rich that it makes people dizzy, condenses in it, and a strange sense of linkage is sent to the surroundings.

This is a very strange feeling, and it cannot be described in words. I can only barely express this feeling.

One tree man and another tree man seem to be one, or the energy in their arms is one, and they cannot be explained clearly or understood.

However, the feet of these tree people are only connected to the tree deck, or to the ancient tree of war, which really looks like one.

Or it is just a part of the ancient tree of air war, used for attacking organs.

Even Kiljadan couldn't explain it clearly. After all, this is the latest thing, and only elves can understand it, and it is possible that even elves can't explain it clearly.

But this doesn't matter.

Kilgaden squinted his eyes and looked at the green that became increasingly rich and even about to cover each other, and suddenly had a bad feeling.

Like thunder, but with an indescribable gentleness, this piece of green shot out from the tree man's arms and hit Kilgardan without hesitation.

Kiljadan had no dodge or defense, so he let the green light hit him and then passed through his body.

No, it wasn't through it, but there were two thin green threads left behind in that piece of green, like fiber.

The green didn't fly far, and flew back one meter behind Kiljadan, and then Kiljadan's body was covered with green silk threads.

It may be that these green energy is converted into silk threads when the tree man's arms fly out. It may also be that the silk threads brew in the tree man's arms at the beginning. In any case, they weave a large net in the air.

A very sharp net that can cut people into tens of millions of pieces!

The black blood stained with green slowly flowed down from Kiljadan. There were tens of thousands of wounds on its body, but they were all minor injuries. They only barely tore through its skin and cut a little bit of its flesh.

Because it wants to see how powerful the elves' attacks are, the elves hurt it. Now it knows how powerful the elves are, so it doesn't want to be injured.

So the green net broke and turned into a rich natural element in the air.

"It's so boring. I thought you would give me a surprise! You guys disappointed me so much."
Chapter completed!