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Chapter 105 Silver Frost Dragon
In the billowing smoke, the city of elves is full of scars.

The city wall, which was once entangled with the roots of towering ancient trees, was ravaged by flames and gnawed by thunder snakes, which devastated the nearly [-]-meter-long city wall, leaving holes that the enemy soldiers could drive straight into.

Elven houses, druid lamp trees, and elf altars, this once peaceful city of elves is now filled with the coldness of death.

Every corner, whether sacred or ordinary, has become a battlefield of flesh and blood, with swords and roars, and powerless corpses falling dully one after another.

In the face of death, everyone is equal.

There are often the blessings of the gods, and the forbidden curse of magic descends from the sky, which often becomes the key to turning things around, destroying the elf tree, obliterating the prince, and forcibly making this elf, which stands for thousands of years and represents the origin of the elves in Middle-earth The city dragged down, the abyss of destruction.

"That bastard pagan! If he hadn't robbed the goddess of nature's luck back then, how could our elves have fallen into such a situation!"

The princes and heroes who came from all directions to support the city of elves were filled with unspeakable grief and indignation, and their anger accumulated into a dazzling murderous intent, wishing to make the pagan cramp.

Among the nine true gods, there is a god who is in charge of the nature of plants and trees. In a sense, this god is the darling of plants and trees: the ancestor of the elves.

Therefore, for thousands of years, the elves have devoutly believed in this god, entrusting the luck of the elves to her.

However, the gods fought, and the goddess of nature became the fifth fallen true god.

And the hero who killed the gods did not believe in the goddess of nature, but was an atheist and a hunter without faith!
All the pioneers in Middle-earth are divided into nine camps according to nine beliefs.

This god-killing plan is divided into nine links.

The chain is intertwined, whichever true god has fallen, the "believers" who believe in this true god will go to kill the god.

That is to say, internal friction is avoided, and the division of labor is clear, twisting the strength of all contestants into one ball.

Of course, in all plans, the pioneers who occupy the general trend exclude those hunters who have no faith and only believe in their own fists, block all news, and keep a close eye on those fierce and ruthless people among the hunters .

However, there are some hunters who dare to risk the disgrace of the world, break through the blockade, and presume to kill gods!
And this person is a woman.

"Huo Wu! Even if I didn't know Taishan back then, I ran into you, and please show your noble hand and let us elves go!"

An elf came out of a city raging with war, and a dragon-slaying knife without a sharp edge made the antelope hang its horns without a trace.All the soldiers of Ai Yacheng who rushed up could be said to have been scratched and killed.

One person, one knife, and kill a bone road!

However, heroes who were no less inferior to him rushed out of the Aiya City army and blocked his invincible power.

'Boom! '

Suddenly, a thunderbolt of judgment descended from the blue sky, hitting the elf in a tricky and domineering manner.

With the jumping lightning and the thick and scorching black smoke, the Wufeng Dragon Slaying Knife became a good conductor of thunder and lightning, and severely injured this elf hero.

"Keldis, this is the general trend! If the situation between the two of us is reversed, what will you do?"

In the distance, Huo Wu was also galloping on the battlefield, a scarlet twilight whip turned into a life-threatening snake, clearing away all enemy troops within a hundred meters radius of her.

The 20 years of competition, suffering and vicissitudes have made her grow up rapidly.

His strength has reached the current limit, all kinds of martial arts are perfect, and he only needs to return to reality to hit the next level.

And this might not be one of the purposes of this all-real hunting competition.

As long as you live long enough, you're supposed to grow.

Huo Wu suddenly jumped onto the elf city wall, stepping on the watchtower made of intertwined vines, wearing scales and armor with a cold light, and the shawl blessed by magic was also stained red with blood.

Huo Wu's eyes were piercing, his face full of fear, and he looked down at the entire city of elves from a high position.

Keerdis smiled bitterly, and slowly put down the Dragon Saber.

"I surrender. As long as you leave a trace of my elven descendant, I will work as a horse for you, even if I change my faith and believe in..."

Speaking of this, Keerdis looked up at the divine light on the battlefield that has been ups and downs, watching the entire battlefield.

In the divine light, there is a god.

"The true god of magic, Moloch."

'click'

A crisp sound came from Keerdis's body, and streams of strong luck flowed out one after another like water without a source, and disappeared completely in a few moments.

Keerdisi's face was full of anger, and the face of this handsome and beautiful woman instantly dimmed, and faint wrinkles appeared.

He couldn't figure out the identity of Moro the True God in the sky.

Unexpectedly, the magic stick who just passed by and pretended to be a god would actually become a god ten years later.

He has become the trend-setter who stands on the pyramid of this game, dominates the situation, and controls the trend of the entire game.

But he is about to become a slave to the country, a lost dog.

"I said, there will be no more elves in the world."

A calm word fell from the sky, spreading mightily throughout the entire city of elves, even covering up the surging sound of the lost ocean.

Keldis suddenly raised her head, her eyes filled with bloodshot eyes, and her sinister color was thick and watery. Looking at the divine light in the sky that represented kindness and tolerance, her teeth were gritted so hard that sparks flew everywhere.

And following the order of Air Sikong, the morale of the soldiers in the entire Ai Ya City was shaken, and the evil spirit was overwhelming, and they were about to crush the entire elf city to pieces!
"Haha... Moro, you don't have enough luck, so you want to plunder the luck of the entire elf clan to make up for yourself?"

But at this moment, a voice of ridicule came, the voice was at the end of the sky a moment ago, but now it appeared on the battlefield.

Then, a noble and bright star-like divine light appeared, changing in size and finally taking the shape of a silver frost giant dragon.

He is a god-killer and the direct grandson of the previous generation of dragon gods. He planned to dismantle the faith of dragon gods and bulldoze the unscrupulous descendants of his 'grandfather' temple.

"God! Another god!"

All the soldiers on the battlefield were horrified beyond words. In the past, it was rare to see the gods who were the leaders of a large force. At this moment, they actually landed in the mortal world one after another and walked around the world.

The spirits of the soldiers in the city of elves were shaken. Hearing the words of the dragon god, it seemed that they wanted to protect them.

The soldiers on the side of Ai Yacheng looked at each other in blank dismay, and the atmosphere became a little weird.

After all, ten years ago, before the fall of the True God of Zulong, Ai Ya City belonged to the camp of Dragon Valley. Those who are fresh blood.

However, Ai Yacheng, who once believed in the ancestral dragon, converted to believe in the true magic god: Moro after ten years, which inevitably brought some colors of betrayal.

And the moment the Silver Frost Dragon appeared, it was menacing, its breath was breathed out, its wings covered the sky, and it came towards Sikong!

The two divine lights collided, and the spells of the dragon law and the forbidden magic almost blasted a crack in the sky. I don't know how many soldiers were affected by the aftermath of the battle between the two gods, and the city of elves was almost razed to the ground.

The dragon's chant spread throughout the lost field, and a ray of emerald light captured all the elegance in the world.

Sikong and the Silver Frost Giant Dragon fought to the Lost Ocean, and the divine power suppressed it, lowering the ocean by dozens of meters.

The storm swept across, lightning and thunder, ice, graupel and snow flakes, sea creatures were crushed into minced meat, and the ocean was stained red with blood.

The floating islands collapsed and sank to the bottom of the sea.

'Whoa! '

Suddenly, a ray of divine light fell from mid-air, a staff of thorns was thrown away, and bright red blood flowers bloomed into splashed ink.

Sikong, lost.

"Hmph! Back then, you were supposed to be a sacrifice. Even if you killed a god, you were just killing an unqualified reincarnated god, and the luck you plundered was less than one-tenth of the true god's luck! It's not as good as us. More than a hundred times!”

The silver frost giant roared loudly, and after the dragon's claws smashed an island, it soared into the sky and came towards Sikong.

"Without the thorn staff, you are nothing! Just let me kill another god!"

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