Elfland, Elven Kingdom Holy City, Silvermoon City.

The beautiful and holy city of the beautiful elves, once peaceful and serene, has also become very noisy and lively.

At the foot of the huge ancient tree Tok Clark, which is 400 meters high, and the bottom trunk is 100 meters thick, three rows of giant portals lined up, and fish are walking out of the rows of steel puppets. In front of the portal, the high-level mages of the mage guild floated in mid-air, and the rune sticks in their hands controlled them to continue to the edge of the city.

There, a super grand defensive position is rising up, turning Silvermoon City into an indestructible holy city of elves.

As the masters of this place, the wizard wizards are too busy to deal with.

The Warcraft crystal nucleus and magic crystal of the water rack are sent to the portal, becoming a source of energy for continuous transmission. A large number of tree spirits were led to selected locations and planted with deep roots, forming a continuously extending natural wall side by side. In the narrow gaps between the trees, the selected seeds of Adiantum are also planted, and the light and dexterous elf girls are working hard to water them.

When the preparation for an area is completed, the elf mage will fly to this place and stand in the forest clearing and chant a clear and sweet magic spell. As the green ring of natural plant "plant growth" ripples, huge vines with thick bowls are drilled out of the soil, and they are like spiraling snakes walking around the thick ancient trees.

Soon, the gap between the trees was filled tightly, and the half-silk gap was no longer visible.

The iron wire vine is a mutated species specially selected by the wizard wizards. It usually grows slowly, but it is only a long one in a year. But the internal wood fiber is as hard as iron, twisted together, and ordinary swords are difficult to cut. Most of the vine bridges above the ancient trees of the elves are at a height of 100 meters.

At the forefront of the Shuren City Wall, the elves planted a lot of thorn bushes. These specially cultivated thorns have terrible thorns and paralyzing juice, and are suitable for slowing the attack of a large area of ​​the enemy.

Although the tree spirits had planted deep roots, they could no longer move easily, but they still had a great shore. So the elves brought a large number of explosive fruits and placed them on their leafy canopy. This kind of explosive fruit is also some different species, the body is as big as a washbasin, there is a hard shell outside, and it will explode after a violent impact.

However, this explosion is neither a magic effect nor an alchemy agent, but caused by some mysterious gas in the explosion fruit. After the explosion, the berries are torn apart, and the seeds inside will burst like bullets in all directions. In the range of five to ten meters, hard seeds are as powerful as human crossbows.

It is a pity that the spirit of the elf is still too good. If it is replaced by the gang of guys in the necropolis, I am afraid that the inside of the berries has been replaced with corrosive acid.

On the natural city wall built by tree spirits, a platform twisted by thick branches will appear every ten steps, and a beautifully shaped elven crossbow car will be placed on it. In addition to being able to shoot ordinary crossbow arrows, these elven crossbow vehicles can also shoot magic arrows.

Note and magic arrows are different. Enchanted arrows only use runes and alchemy techniques to increase the crossbow arrows, giving ordinary crossbow arrows such as forward sharpness, armor piercing, and hurried auxiliary effects. The real lethality lies in the crossbow arrows themselves. However, the magic arrow is an ancient skill left over from the elven empire. It can infuse magical power on the specially modified crossbow arrow, so that it can explode a complete natural spell when it hits the enemy.

Imagine a crossbow arrow suddenly hitting the enemy's densest area, putting the enemy in a string and bursting a large area of ​​lightning or flame shock. The lethality of each crossbow will immediately increase by 5 times and 10 times, especially for dense enemies, the attack effect is even better.

However, at the current level of magical creation in the elven kingdom, the magic arrows can only infuse natural spells up to level 3. Otherwise, if you replace each natural spell inside the magic arrow with a 4th-order flame strike and a 5th-level summon thunderstorm, then the damage is comparable to the full-power cast of a high-level wizard wizard.

Since the natural city wall is served by the tree spirits, there is no city gate like the human city wall on the entire front line. If you really need to attack, just let two or three tree spirits pull out the deep roots and retreat to the side, and a spacious march will naturally appear.

For this life-and-death battle that affects the entire elven kingdom, all forest races living in the elven continent are unable to stay out of the game, and they have sent their strongest lineup to join the defensive front of the elves. Of course, this also includes the orcs who have fought and killed the elves for nearly ten thousand years.

However, considering that most of the underlying elves could not accept to fight side by side with rude and brutal orcs, the elven kingdom did not include the orc coalition in its own defense system, but assigned them to the flanks of Silvermoon City.

Therefore, in these few days, all kinds of stingy forest races can be seen throughout the holy city of elves. For example, the jungle guardians and tree monsters who are most closely related to the Druid group, such as the unicorn army that depends on the lips and teeth of the elves, such as the self-contained jungle trolls, such as the historically unique Cyclops, such as the dragon eagle. , Lei Peng, Bipedal Dragon, Winged Flying Snake, Mengdie, and other forest species, such as the Emerald Dragon of the King of the Xiaoao Forest Race ...

But when these reinforcements came one by one, and then under the arrangement of the elf mage and the druid, they continued to pour into the defensive position. Most of the masters and above in the holy city gathered in the Tokrak life tree The top floor, here waiting for the end of the most magnificent natural prayer ceremony of the elven kingdom.

Almost 50,000 beautiful elves have gathered at the upper level of the holy tree of the elves at the moment. These elves only participated in this natural prayer ritual that lasted three days and three nights after bathing and meditating. All the elves held hands, surrounded by the natural temple on the top of the holy tree, densely packed with all branches, vine bridges and small terraces.

They don't apply grease but are beautiful and elegant. They are dressed in emerald green woven from plant fibers and wear rose flowers. They sang in unison and melodiously melodious natural chants, praising the greatness and tolerance of natural will. They were all drunk and crazy, forgetting the existence of self and blending into a mysterious will.

As their own natural power and the resonance of the entire forest resonate, the rich natural power diffuses from the jungle within a thousand miles, and silently gathers around the holy tree, turning the temple of nature into an illusory and blurred nature Dreamland.

Numerous elf masters and elders drew together in the Temple of Nature, following the magic chant of the elven queen, chanting the ancient holy name of natural will.

In such a strong atmosphere of natural power, any word of praise sung in their mouths is no less than that of the holy word, and they already have the power of swearing out the words. And they prayed for such a long and sincere prayer, and the natural strength gathered together was enough to break the shackles of the plane law and communicate a natural and ancient mysterious will.

The elf queen Glateril, who was surrounded by the circle of people, stood in a huge green beam of light, bathing in the ocean of natural divine power, while trying to meditate on the question he most wanted to know the answer.

As a high-level elf with pure blood, the appearance of Elf Queen Glatrier is one of the best in the elven family known for its beauty. The perfect body with a slim fit, a solemn and elegant holy posture, and a mysterious temperament that is subdued and very tough, make her wearing a silver moon robes more holy and pure.

The prayer ceremony continues.

Such a long time of prayer is also a big burden for the delicate and slender elves, so from time to time, frail elves faint at the ceremony site. At this time, there will be groups of goblins flying over, carrying her out, and replacing her with a new elf.

Only in this way can the stability and intensity of the entire prayer ceremony be maintained.

When night fell and the stars appeared, two huge moon plates hung high above the sky, one big and one small, and one near and far. The big one can occupy almost half of the sky dome, the bright moonlight shines on the sacred elf forest, and coats all elves with a silver coat; the small is only the size of an egg, half hidden in the former moonlight, hazy It seems to be just a reflection of the former.

When the bright moonlight of the two moon plates poured down like mercury, the prayer ceremony finally came to the "High Dynasty" part. The elf queen who presided over the ceremony was a silver moon elf with pure blood. When she was bathed in the moonlight, the natural power in her body was at the most pure and powerful moment.

At this time, she had a hint of natural divine power in her body.

Guided by this natural divine power, in a package of thousands of elves' piety and sincerity, Long River of Fate slightly opened her heart to her again. Guided by the illusory consciousness, the long river of surging destiny quickly and unstoppably rushed through her lake of consciousness. If there is not enough strength, if there is no special means, even if the mind and destiny are harmonious, do not want to spy from the inside.

This elf queen is just a "new man" who just succeeded 1300 years ago, and has never hosted such a grand prayer ceremony in her life. Therefore, she can only stabilize her mind according to the description in the elves' classics, silently pondering the questions she wants to ask.

Under the guidance of a dim consciousness, countless fragmented scenes of fate flickered in front of her eyes, and then under the turbulence of fate. In such a scene where there are thousands of pictures flashing in a second, Gratelier can only work hard to imprint the most critical information in his mind.

In less than half a quarter of an hour, Grateril engraved hundreds of pictures of fate that impressed her most. However, compared to it, if she missed 10,000, she missed more pictures ...

Finally, with a "bang" chant, the elf queen who presided over the prayer ceremony exhausted her last distraction and lied down softly on the floor of the ceremony hall.