Bright Era

A deal was quickly reached between the wine barrel and the dragon, and the wine barrel contained half a million gold coins in the bag contentedly, and the dragon also contentedly locked the elf girl into a huge pure gold box. He squirmed his huge body triumphantly, and the heavy dragon's tail shook the ground around him in waves. He noticed the greedy gazes of the dragons of the same race around him, but he was not afraid that these guys would dare to rob him. , This is the order of His Majesty Lin Qi, all the gains from the looting today are my own!

With a ‘boom’, a huge stone with a diameter of more than 20 meters was smashed by a giant sling, and several wizard wizards who had exhausted their magic power wailed and were smashed into a cloud of sprayed plasma by the huge stone. The rugged boulder rolled forward for a long distance, and at least three hundred elves were crushed into messy flesh and blood by the boulder.

Warriors from the Dragon Army of the Longshan Empire appeared in the sky. Large groups of flying dragons hovered in the sky. Orc archers armed with special strong bows launched a deadly attack on the elf warriors on the ground. The nearly two-meter-long special long arrow whizzed down from the sky, and nailed the stubbornly resisting elf warriors to the ground.

These half-orc archers don't have very good aim, and their arrows often miss. But in this chaotic battlefield, the threat posed by a group of orc archers with poor shooting skills is several times greater than the threat posed by a large group of elf archers with excellent shooting skills. Along with the strange whistling sound of a special long arrow piercing the air, many elves were nailed to the ground for some reason.

Many powerful elf warriors are inexplicably hit by this sudden arrow. The sixth sense of the elf clan is extremely keen. If an enemy locks his body with a bow and arrow, they will definitely have some kind of omen in advance. The pitiful thing is, these **** half-orc archers, they are aiming at an elf, but after their long arrow shoots, the arrow is hit by another elf ten or even tens of meters away!

The poor elves have no time to dodge any action. Many times a certain elven who is locked in by the orc archer's eyes embarrassedly launches the dodge skills such as'Shadow Step' and'Wind Step' to dodge the upcoming blow frantically, but with a sound There was a miserable cry, but another elf near him took an arrow from the top of his head, and the arrow came out from under his crotch and fixed him firmly to the ground.

"These guys are really unreliable!" The keg rushed forward with the warhammer, while looking up at the orcs flying dragon and archer. Right in front of the wine barrel, an elf swordsman with the strength of a saint was suspended in the air more than ten meters above the ground, glaring at the wine barrel, and his long sword sprayed out a sword qi tens of meters long, preparing To fight with the barrel of life and death.

Suddenly more than a dozen arrows that didn't know where they came from came whizzing, and the poor elf swordsman showed no signs of danger. With a miserable scream, there were more than a dozen fist-sized transparency on his body. hole. For the thin and tall elves, this kind of damage almost didn't tear his body to pieces.

"Looks like, good job?" Keg's eyes widened triumphantly, and he was about to compliment the half-orc archers. A fierce and powerful arrow came roaring,'Boom' in the wine. The shoulder guard of the barrel exploded to pieces. The arrow shot down from a kilometer above the ground was extremely powerful, and the body of the barrel couldn't help but sway forward.

"Damn it, look at it! Believe it or not, I put your arrows into your ***?" The barrel roared angrily, and the heavy hammer swayed towards the sky a few times!

In this chaos, more and more elf warriors and elf wizards began to pray to their gods. Their prayers gradually converged into a loud sound, which rushed into the sky with the enormous power of faith. At this juncture of life and death, the spirits of the elves were burning up, and the power of faith they released was ten or even a hundred times that of usual!

Pure and powerful, the power of faith full of vitality turned into a frenzy that can be seen by the naked eye rushing into the sky. At this moment, if any elven **** can respond to these elves' call to save them, then this elven **** will be able to monopolize this. A huge power of faith, from which to obtain endless benefits! This is the power of faith provided by millions of elite elven powerhouses. Compared with the power of faith brought by the lifeless prayers in the quiet elven temple, it is more than a hundred times higher in quality!

People died for money and birds died for food, and finally there were elves and gods who could not restrain their greed for this power of faith. They ignored the announcements made by the major protoss about a temporary truce, and at the same time ignored the high-level leaders of the elves and protoss. , The warning not to enter the Western Continent easily, directly tore open the space channels, and personally descended on the Western Continent.

A group of dazzling green lights fell from the sky. In the strong light was an elf girl holding a strange crescent-shaped hunting blade and riding a white spotted leopard. This beautiful elf girl raised her weapon, and her voice spread all over the land.

"Citizens of the elves, I am your protector, wandering in the forest, protector of all hunters and rangers, and the goddess of pure elves, Alan Moder! Believe in me and recite my name, you You can get my salvation!" Alan Moder looked at the black blue and the wine barrel not far away. She couldn't wait to wave her weapon, and the arc of green light instantly enveloped the entire battlefield. .

Alan Model is a middle-level god. Although a middle-level **** is not a big deal among the gods, on the battlefield of the secular world, even a lower **** can decide the outcome of a war! As soon as Alan Moder appeared, he launched an attack on the hundreds of thousands of troops under the command of Xuanlan and Wine Barrel. This was an attack launched by a **** himself, and every blow was comparable to the full blow of a peak demigod. .

In Alan Moder's view, this army of the Longshan Empire is bound to be wiped out!

Countless elves cheered frantically, and at the same time they shouted the name of Alan Model. The power of faith like dragons madly injected into Alan Moder's body, Alan Moder's slender and graceful body trembled violently, and the unprecedented pleasure made her almost groan. Such a huge and pure power of faith, full of the power of faith with fanaticism, not only instantly healed the little old wounds left by Alan Moder in the War of the Ancient Gods, but also her body and soul. Both have begun rapid evolution.

Alan Moder, who had already reached the pinnacle level of the middle god, at this moment she vaguely touched the door of the law of the upper god. She firmly believed that as long as she was given another quarter of an hour, she would definitely be able to break through the bottleneck with the help of this terrifying power of faith and become one of the upper gods of the elves! Once she can possess that power, she will transform into a true nobleman of the Elf Protoss!

Alamedale's body was trembling violently. She was sweating all over her body. The fierce and violent power of faith made her whole body hot, making her spirits flying, making her body seem to swell. Her divine power is soaring, her spirit is rapidly increasing, and her body is becoming stronger every moment. Ascension, ascension, madness ascension, the elf bloodline in her body has undergone a strange change, she is evolving rapidly, from an ordinary acquired elf powerhouse to the original creature!

"Dead!" At the same time that Alan Model was frantically improving his strength, the barrel let out a crazy dwarf war roar. Waves of crimson violent flames rushed out in all directions, and the roar of the wine barrel shattered the hundreds of thousands of arc-shaped energy that Alan Moder had waved. On the body of the wine barrel, a terrifying power that could only be possessed by the upper gods rose to the sky, blasting the clouds in the sky into a huge hole, and the dazzling sunlight shone straight down from the sky.

Alan Moder, who was immersed in pleasure and sweet dreams, almost didn't cry, the upper god! How could an upper **** suddenly appear here? In particular, what makes Alan Moder want to yell at him--how could the Axul Protoss make a dwarf king become a higher god? This is completely subversive, and it is impossible for the Axul Protoss to do this!

Dwarf, a dwarf, a dwarf king who inherited the upper priesthood of the Axul protoss! This kind of thing may happen in the gods of the Odin Temple. After all, among the gods in the Odin Temple, there is a small group of gods remaining from the ancient war of gods. They have an inexplicable relationship with the dwarves. In a sense, they and the dwarves can be regarded as close relatives-although these bloodlines have been isolated for many times of the Era of the Tribulation, the group of gods is indeed no different from the dwarves!

The Temple of Odin can have dwarven gods, but the Axul protoss. . . This extremely arrogant, extremely proud, extremely exclusive, arrogant and arrogant protoss who hates other races, how can they tolerate a dwarf to become their own?

For Alan Moder, this is basically the same as a mouse in the gutter suddenly taking the daughter of a dragon emperor! This kind of thing is incredible, it is simply impossible to happen, it is no longer absurd to describe it, it is totally too funny! This, this, even in the most absurd dream, there can be no such thing!

But all this is true! He unlocked the divine power seal of the sweet-scented osmanthus tree on his body and completely released his divine power. He compressed the body of the burning barrel of divine power to about five meters. His body was covered by a nearly transparent white flame. Swinging a huge warhammer, he rushed towards Alan Model with a terrible desire to fight.

In one step, three short steps, the barrel roared and rushed in front of Alan Moder, and then hit it with a hammer.

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