Chapter 2598: Great Elf King

The sky is full of storms, and the dazzling rays of light cover half of the sky, and a violent aura that is no less than the army of real dragons and heroic spirits blows.
The comers are a group of humanoid heroic spirits with their backs on their backs and wings. This group of humanoid heroic spirits are handsome and beautiful, and their temperament is even more refined, and their every move is extremely elegant and calm.
This group of humanoid heroic spirits seems to live in the core area of ​​the Wanbing Tomb. There are nearly a thousand people in number, and they must be a huge ethnic group.
"You little thief, stop this king!"
The person at the head was a handsome man with a luxurious temperament. I saw that his face was like a crown of jade, and he was holding a long sword that exuded a glazed glaze in his right hand. The most peculiar thing was that he had a pair of slender and pointed ears.
"If you tell me to stop, just stop! If you have the ability to catch me, let's talk about it..." The person who spoke was the Ghost King, who had not seen him for a long time. He was only able to flee in embarrassment in the face of the pursuit of thousands of powerful heroic spirits behind him.
If you look closely, you can see that the King of Ghosts is still holding an extremely gorgeous holy sword in his hand, which is constantly shaking in an attempt to break free from his shackles.
However, the King of Wine-Swallowing Ghosts is also a master who only eats but does not vomit. After finally getting the two ancient soldiers, there is no reason to take the initiative to return them!
"Damn, this guy can really get into trouble with alcohol..."
Feng Yixiu was also stunned when he saw this astonishing scene. He subconsciously stopped his steps and did not approach the storm vortex easily.
"This is the heroic spirit of the elves. They are entrenched in the core area of ​​the Wanbing Tomb all the year round. They rarely appear in other areas on weekdays. I don't know what happened..." Mrs. Giant Dragon could see the identity of the person at a glance, and explained with a dignified expression. road.
"Elf heroic spirits..." Feng Yixiu touched his chin and noticed that most of these elves were using long swords, and asked, "What is the relationship between our real dragons and elves?"
"In ancient times, the elves were a powerful race that was almost as famous as the real dragons. On weekdays, we were all well water and not river water, and we seldom met." Mrs. Dragon thought for a moment and explained seriously.
"If... I mean, if we start, do we have a chance of winning?" Feng Yixiu asked cautiously.
"This..." Mrs. Dragon frowned slightly, pondering for a long time without giving a clear answer.
"Madam, but it doesn't matter. If there is no chance of winning, let's turn around and leave. There is no need to take risks." Feng Yixiu only needs 10,000 heroic spirits to awaken the magic sword. Now that the final goal is not far away, there is no need to take risks.
As for the Ghost King, it would be good to save him. There is no need to fight against such a powerful elf royal family. Time is still very important to the current Feng Yixiu.
"The leader of the elf clan, the great elf king is as famous as my husband. His strength is very terrifying. He should lead such a large-scale riot of the elf clan. , I can only say that the winning rate is not large, probably only about 30-40%..." Mrs. Dragon replied softly without any concealment.
"Thirty or four percent, this is worth a try!" Feng Yixiu touched his chin, and after weighing the pros and cons, he was ready to give it a shot.
The reason for making such judgments is not reckless, but a decision he made after careful consideration.
Mrs. Dragon did not know that the Ghost King was his friend. Once he joined the war, the situation of the war would be greatly changed.
As soon as the words fell, Feng Yixiu didn't explain much. He spread his wings and flew in the direction of the drunken ghost king. The army of real dragons and heroes did not hesitate to face the army of spirits, and followed Feng Yixiu closely.
"Brother, why are you here?" The Ghost King of Wine Swallowing finally noticed the oncoming Feng Yixiu and laughed excitedly.
"I should ask you this sentence!" Feng Yixiu shook his head helplessly and said loudly.
"Hahaha...Are you being hunted down too?" The Ghost King of Jiu Swallowing saw Feng Yixiu followed by an innumerable army of true dragons, and subconsciously thought that the other party had suffered the same thing as himself.
"Thank you for laughing! I'm not as big as you, these are the rescuers I invited." Feng Yixiu helplessly hid his face, the two finally met in mid-air, and pulled the drunken ghost king to him. Protect behind.
At this time, the drunken ghost king was already covered in blood, and had already transformed into the ghost king form, but his skin had not yet completely blackened.
"These are all real dragons and heroic spirits, why do they obey you?" The King of Wine-Swallowing Ghosts looked back at the mighty army of real dragons, and said with an extremely shocked expression.
"Now is not the time to explain this, let's find a way to solve the current predicament first!" Feng Yixiu said solemnly, looking at the army of elves that were getting closer and closer.
Thousands of elves arrived in an instant, and the overwhelming pressure spread out. All elves' eyes were on Feng Yixiu's body, and the huge pressure made his breathing become heavy.
However, this pressure did not last long, and was gradually resolved as the real dragon army approached. All the real dragon heroic spirits stood behind Feng Yixiu, staring angrily at the elf army opposite.
Between the faint, two extremely powerful coercion collided violently, causing the world to tremble for a while, and no one was willing to give in half a step.
The great elf king clenched the holy sword in his hand, his heavy gaze fixed on Feng Yixiu, and said sharply: "Little devil, this king advises you not to meddle in your own business, so as not to make mistakes!"
With just a look of coercion, Feng Yixiu felt as if he had fallen into the abyss. Fortunately, there was a powerful army of real dragons behind him to help him, otherwise he would only have to escape, adjust his breathing slightly, and calmly said: "This is My friend, I also ask the great elf king to raise your hand, don't rush to kill..."
"I'm afraid this won't work. This friend of yours must pay the price for what he did today. As for you leaving now, this king can give you the True Dragon Race a face and let you live..." The Great Elf King Shaking his head, he said solemnly.
"In any case, this friend is guaranteed to me. If your Excellency does not give up, then there will only be one battle!" Feng Yixiu narrowed his eyes slightly, he had already prepared for the worst.
"Hahaha... You are young and your tone is not too small. Don't think that with the support of the real dragon clan, this king will not dare to touch you. It is not your turn to do anything in the Wanbing Tomb!" The Great Elf King laughed angrily. , You raised the gorgeous holy sword in his hand, and the fierce murderous aura unabashedly spread out.
"You dare to try our lord, I'm really afraid that we will not succeed in the real dragon clan!"
Before Feng Yixiu could speak, many grumpy real dragons and heroic spirits took the initiative to stand up. They had long been resentful towards the elves, but seeing the other party being so outspoken at this moment aroused their anger even more.