My elf is 100 million points stronger

The strong wind swept across the earth, setting off bursts of sand and dust, like iron riding across the earth.

The dignified atmosphere spread across this Gobi, and the two parties faced each other here. Everyone's face was expressionless, and there was a killing intent in the depths of their eyes.

The area of ​​this Gobi is not small. If you look up, you can see areas surrounded by lush water and grass. Only this Gobi stretches across the land like a scar.

The ground under people's feet was a scarlet color, and it was unknown how much blood had penetrated into the soil to create such a color.

The tall and tall man leading the way on the left is wearing a simple white robe, which is embroidered with exquisite patterns using unknown techniques, and the little blood on the hem of the shirt adds a bit of ferocity to him.

A fire-breathing dragon stood beside him, its tail was blazing, its sharp claws shone coldly, and it drew deep marks on the ground.

Standing on the left hand side of the strong man was an old man with gray eyebrows and beard almost hanging down to his feet. The old man was wearing luxurious clothes, with a stooped figure and a hair crown made of many gorgeous feathers. crutches.

Beside him was a bronze bell with a body made of cyan metal floating in the air.

"High Priest, look?" The tall man stared at the opponents in black with tattoos on their faces, and asked the old man in a low voice.

"It's hard to handle." The old man's voice was still full of anger. His somewhat cloudy eyes swept across the crowd on the opposite side, then glanced at the situation on his side, and sighed slightly: "Their monsters have increased again. We The Warcraft Envoys of this generation haven't grown up yet."

"If it wasn't for the last time..." The man gritted his teeth, clenched his fists, and took a deep breath. As the patriarch of the clan, he couldn't show any behavior that could shake the morale of the army at this moment. Play the role of pillars.

At this time, the leader in a black robe opposite took a step forward. He was of medium build and his entire face was covered with tattoos of unknown meaning. He opened his mouth, revealing a mouthful of blue-black teeth.

"Baiyan Tribe, I advise you to retreat honestly today. We, the Black Poison Tribe, are determined to win that hunting ground." Beside the black-robed leader stood a ferocious dragon king scorpion, with venom dripping from its sharp fangs. , corroding the ground into small pits one by one.

A young man behind the strong man showed displeasure, and he said in the ear of his family head: "Father, we can't let it go, the resources in the family are not much, and that hunting ground is the main place where we produce monsters! "

The patriarch of the Baiyan tribe nodded slightly, and said tit-for-tat: "It is absolutely impossible. You black poison tribe just robbed Digu's resources and came here again to make trouble. Aren't you afraid that your appetite will be too strong?!"

The patriarch of the Black Poison Tribe waved his hands with a sneer, and a few clansmen with elves walked up behind him, and he said coldly: "I will say this one last time, you retreat now, and we will let the past go, otherwise, the Baiyan Tribe will be wiped out today! "

Patriarch Bai Yan's face was ugly. The enemy had two more Warcraft Envoys than them, which was very detrimental to his own tribe. After all, with human flesh and blood, how could it be compared to the man who manipulated flames, thunder, lightning and other supernatural forces? World of Warcraft?

After several rounds of negotiations, the Black Poison tribe had lost patience at this time. Under the leadership of the patriarch, the Dragon King Scorpion took the lead, and the cross poison blade made a sharp sound in the air.

"Old buddy, let's go!" Patriarch Bai Yan had no choice but to fight, the fire-breathing dragon roared, and the green dragon flames ignited in both claws, and the dragon claws were cast, smashing together with the Dragon King Scorpion.

"Nager, lead the clansmen who are not Warcraft envoys back, and protect yourself." The high priest on the side said anxiously to the young man who had spoken before, commanding the bronze bell to blast out a mental chanting.

Out of the crowd of the Black Poison tribe jumped out a dragon-headed gopher with scars all over its body, but with an extremely sharp momentum. The sharp-edged drill on its arm rotated at high speed, and sparks shot out between frictions.

Driven by the move Drill Drill, the leading gopher is like a cannonball loaded with a drill bit, and hits directly at the bronze bell.

A flash of light flashed in the cloudy eyes of the high priest, he paused the crutch in his hand, the bronze clock moved his body sideways, and the blue-gray body was covered with a cold steel color.

Iron wall!

The two elves split apart as soon as they touched each other. The high priest straightened his body and looked at the gloomy old woman who came out of the black poison tribe.

"You're not dead, old godmother!" The high priest clenched the crutch in his hand and snorted coldly.

The gloomy old woman smiled hoarsely, the folds on her face moved like a ghost: "You are not dead yet, how can I be willing to die?"

During the conversation, the bronze bell and the dragon-headed gopher fought together again, and the energy crystal fragments of superpowers and ground systems flew around.

The fire-breathing dragon over there has already fluttered its wings and flew high into the sky, and a mouthful of blazing jet flames surged down.The dragon king scorpion spit out venom from its ferocious mouth, and the impact of the venom and the sprayed flames canceled each other out. At the same time, it waved its arms, and the energy needles with light green light shot out, aiming straight at the wings of the fire-breathing dragon.

The other Warcraft envoys from the Baiyan Tribe and the Black Poison Tribe were also fighting together. At this time point, the elves were called Warcraft. Although they did not have the systematic training method and mature battle system of later generations, they were a bit more barbaric. ferocious.

The rest of the two tribes clenched their spears, stone axes, etc. in their hands, their faces were tense, and their foreheads were covered with sweat.

They are not demonic beast envoys, and they cannot command powerful demonic beasts to fight. All they can do is use their own flesh and blood to rush into the battlefield when the patriarch gives the order, and sacrifice their lives for survival.

Of course, this is based on the premise that all the Warcraft Envoys in the clan have died. At that time, they had no other choice but to give it a go.

After all, members of the defeated tribe can only become slaves, to be driven to death by the victor.

The sun was scorching, casting a warm radiance, but the high priest of the Baiyan tribe's heart became colder and colder.

He wiped the sweat off his brow, looked in disbelief at another elf who appeared next to the head of the Black Poison Tribe, and shouted loudly: "When did you have a second monster?!"

It was a big-mouthed bat, and there were still traces of blood on its teeth. The fire-breathing dragon that had flapped its wings high in the sky had already fallen to the ground, and its wings were dripping with blood.

The head of the Black Poison Clan showed a rampant look, and he shouted loudly: "This is a monster that I have sacrificed three lives to control. I want to see how you resist our Black Poison tribe!"

At this time, the big-mouthed bat fluttered its wings, showing a bit of impatience. The black poison patriarch quickly waved his hand, and soon a man tied up with five flowers was brought up, which seemed to be another captured tribe member.

The big-mouthed bat flew forward and pierced the man's neck with its blood-sucking sharp teeth. In just a few breaths, only a frightened mummy was left on the ground.

"You actually condoned the cannibalism of monsters?!" Patriarch Bai Yan's eyes were tearing apart, he shouted loudly: "You are not afraid that one day it will eat you!!"

The black poison patriarch grinned indifferently, and said loudly: "Anyway, I'm safe until I finish eating you!"

After speaking, he commanded the big-mouthed bat and the dragon king scorpion to rush forward and attack the fire-breathing dragon from both sides.

At this moment, Patriarch Bai Yan and the High Priest's hearts have sunk to the bottom.The Black Poison Tribe has more demon beast envoys than them, and the leader of the Black Poison tribe can control two monsters. If this goes on, the only way for the Baiyan Tribe is to exterminate the clan!

An unprecedented weight weighed on the hearts of the two leaders of the Baiyan tribe. Just as these two were extremely eager to find a way to break the situation, a clear roar came from the sky.

The high priest rubbed his ears hesitantly. He could clearly hear two syllables full of emotion, but he didn't know what they meant.

At this time, the patriarch Bai Yan with better eyes looked at the sky in disbelief, and the patriarch Hei Du on the opposite side also forgot to attack for a while, and looked at the rapidly falling figure in the sky in shock.

The figure was covered with a layer of glaze-like brilliance, and its posture was graceful. From the perspective of the ground, behind the figure was a round of brilliant sun, as if it had descended from the sun to the earth!

"Fuck~"

That's right, the thing that fell from the sky is our classmate Bai Luo.

As for the clear and emotional syllables heard by the high priest, it was the word "fuck" that someone Bai yelled out under the agitation of his heart.

Bai Luo always adjusted his figure in the sky, and the rabbi was unreliable when he was cursing in his heart, how could he throw people into the sky through time travel, you should give him a foothold anyway!

At this moment, the rabbi could no longer hear Bai Luo's roar, and it was curled up, sleeping soundly in a high-grade ball on Bai Luo's waist.

After this guy left the space-time tunnel, he was weak as if he had been sleeping in an Internet cafe for a month.

And the weakness this time is real, at least Bai Luo couldn't feel the surge of energy in Rabbi's body, if it wasn't for the fact that this guy still had the most basic vital signs, Bai Luo would have thought it was dead.

In the field of vision is the rapidly zooming-in land and the increasingly clear crowd.

Bai Luo let out a long sigh, this time Rabbi was screwed miserably, so he returned 100% directly to the embrace of Mother Earth, and he will return very thoroughly, whether he can put it all together is a matter of opinion.

And why are there so many people down here?It's not good to hit two more.

"It's all the fault of not having flying elves." Bai Luo said helplessly, he would have known not to laugh at Du's team's flying system, and now he has fallen to this point.

The poke ball at the waist opened and closed, and the body of the wandering night spirit appeared next to Bailuo. His wide palm supported Bailuo. The gray body released huge ghost-type energy, and it confronted the ground to slow down Bailuo's descent.

This frightened the two tribes fighting fiercely below.

Under the coercion of the wandering night spirit's own oppressive characteristics and gym-level energy, it is like a mountain peak falling from the sky.

The two sides retreated in horror at the same time, and the scene was extremely chaotic for a while. The center of the original battle was directly empty, and it was clean.

The high priest of the Baiyan Tribe stared at the handsome young man covered in a layer of glazed brilliance, and the gray body behind him, like a monster of ghosts and gods. His legs softened and he almost fell to his knees. land.

Bai Luo got up from the protection of the wandering night spirit, his eyes glowed with purple halos, and after leaving the tunnel, his super powers returned to his body.

"Uh, everyone." Bai Luo looked around, looking at the ancient people in different outfits with frightened expressions, his teeth were a little sore.

In order to ease the awkward atmosphere, someone Bai said the most classic greeting from a flower planter.

"Have you eaten, everyone?"