Chapter 321: follow

Chuanhui, there was no sound in the village. All the dark elves looked at the old elves who were already lying on the ground in disbelief. [m] It seems that just a few days ago, the old man smiled and said something to himself, but now, he is already lying on the ground. Turned into a cold corpse.
　　\"That, the old thing is dead? Aren't you scared to death by my news?"
In the formation of the white elf, the white elf sitting on the stump slowly stood up, looking at the dark elf village in front of him, with a funny face, \"This is very convenient, even the village elders have already If we die, we seem to be able to save a lot of energy."
The elf with the red staff standing beside him also gave a chuckle.\"If I read it right, the trusted elder seems to be a human. Is it possible that the dark elf has fallen to this point. No one can be found for an elder, but one is needed. Humans come to replenish the number, or "the old man was completely scared by the news that his queen was captured before he died."
　　 The two laughed at the same time, and some of the white elves around also laughed mockingly.
　　\"Elder!"
　　 With a heart-piercing shout, Sartre rushed over from the edge of the village, \"Boom! With a sound. Sartre knelt down softly and looked at the elder's eyes, completely blank.
　　\"Long" elder" seemed to want to reach out to touch the elder's body, but in the end, Sartre retracted his trembling fingers. 　　 Sartre buried his head deeply. He cried silently.
　　\"Sutter, stand up, now. Your people need you, we "must leave immediately".
　　 gently, a hand was placed on Robben's arm trying to pull Sartre, Su gently shook his head at Robben, \"I remember correctly, Sartre" is the elder's son! "
　　 Robben was taken aback for a moment, but he didn't expect that these two elves seemed to be contradictory. It was father and son.
　　 Seeing Sartre, who was leaning against the elders in great pain but resisted not letting himself cry, Robben felt uncomfortable, "Let's do it ourselves".
　　'S voice is also a bit heavy, Robben blessed himself with a sound amplification magic.
\"My friends. I know you are very sad, but. Now I hope you can listen to one thing. Now, the enemy is looking at us outside the village. They are waiting for us to exhaust our strength. It took a lot of effort to destroy us. We did not have the strength to collide with them head-on. We stay here, there is only a dead end. Our top priority is to leave here immediately."
　　 Robben's voice echoed in every dark elf's ear. However, no one gave even the slightest response.
　　\"My friends. I hope you can recognize the facts, we can only hold on to the whole army."
　　\"Roben, don't talk about it anymore".
Sartre has slowly stood up, with tears that have been wiped on his face, and looked at Robben with a certain determination, \"We will not leave here, we were born here, live here, we Even if we die, we must die here. We will not go anywhere else. Just like my father, we will eventually sleep here."
　　 Sartre's eyes were sad, and he slowly pulled out his short blade.
　　\"Sutter! To die in vain is the most stupid, it has no value, you
　　\"I have said very clearly". Sartre bluntly interrupted Robben's words, \"As our friend, I have to advise you now, leave, the white spirit has not yet encircled this village. You, there is no reason to die here, for your previous Help, we are especially grateful, now. Let’s leave. "If possible, I hope we can meet again, my friend," the man who can call the soul of the oak tree."
　　Sart smiled softly, and slowly walked past Robben.
\"and many more!"
Robben stretched out his hand fiercely and stopped Sartre.\"Now. I am speaking as an elder elder, speaking as your leader. I ask you, I ask you, leave here with me right now, let’s go. The villages are asking for help, we should not die here."
　　 Liben yelled somewhat excitedly.
　　\"Oh? Are you going to run? It is indeed a human being, much more cunning, unlike these hard-hearted dark elves, who only know to die!"
He threw half of the fruit on the ground, and the white elf sitting on the wooden stake flashed a few fierce eyes, \" approaching forward, ready to attack, as long as they support the shield's person to withdraw, start immediately attack!"
\"Yes!"
　　 The female elf beside him should be immediately. [m]
　　\" However, sir, since they are going to run away, shall we start encircling now?. Turning around and taking a step, the female elf holding a red staff returned.
"Casualties! Casualties! I don't want to repeat this question again. If they escape, we will chase, and if they encircle, we will attack the fortress. A lot of people have died yesterday. I don't want to see more people lose! Her Majesty sent this way. More people come so that I can win a better victory instead of innumerable casualties, do you understand?
　　 The male white elf roared with a hint of irritation.
　　\"Yes, I understand, I will do it now." The female white wizard nodded in fear and confession, and quickly turned and left to deliver the order.
　　\"All of them are straw bags, they are nothing but a good-looking face!"
With a cold snorted, the white elf cast his cold eyes on the village again, "No matter what you are. This time, I have to collect debts. I didn't make up for the loss yesterday. Her Majesty’s punishment, I can bear it. Sorry!"
　　 Looking at the branch that was in front of him, which was still in his father's hand just now, Sartre's complexion seemed to be more sad.
\"Roben, for thousands of years, you are still the first person I have heard of, and I have seen with my own eyes the first person who can summon the soul of an oak tree. I know that my father recognizes you, and the souls of our ancestors recognize you as the master. Jing is a human being. Even if you hold Wengen hand skills. There is my father's. Yi Pacheng, but you still cannot be the elder of our elves. Now, leave this walking stick, my friends, it should be you Time to leave!"
　　 in calm words. With a trace of deep pain, Sartre's hand slowly grabbed Robben's cane.
　　\"Not necessarily!"
　　 Turning around slightly, Sartre's grabbing hand suddenly grabbed empty, and Robben's eyes flashed with a few gleams.
\"Who stipulated that if you are not an elf, you cannot be an elf elder. Now, I am the heir recognized by the previous elder, and the elder’s cane is in my hand. Why do you say that I am not the elf elder of this village? ?"
　　 Luo raised his eyes wide and stared straight at Sartre.
　　 Of course, Robben is tough on the surface, but in his heart, there is no bottom at all. As for whether the elves of the elves must play the elves to inherit, naturally Robben doesn't know."
　　 just. Now there is no other way, except for the identity of the elder, Robben has no capital to tell these elves. Now if he wants to take these elves away, even Lai, Robben will have to take this. The title of elder rests on him.
　　 Sartre was obviously taken aback.
This stunned, but it made Luo Ben's heart happy, he turned his head slightly, and Robben looked at Su with a somewhat questioning look. Su Wei was surprised and immediately understood, and quickly nodded slightly. A bit of joy floated on his face.
　　 Robben is even more confident!
\"Sutter, the elders should have the conditions. I have them, and everything is what you have seen with your own eyes. Now, I hope you, listen to my opinions and leave here immediately. We will leave now and get up and rush to the next village. Seek asylum! Leave now!"
　　 Robben looked at Sartre very seriously. Robben held the walking stick in front of him, facing Sartre like a sword. Robben understood that as the village head, Sartre must also be very prestigious. Without first gaining Sartre's approval, then don't want to use any elves today. take away.
\"Roben, you are our friend. I don't want to conflict with you, but I also want you to understand that the position of the elder is in our hearts. My father has just left us, and I don't want to see someone impatient The abuse of this respectable right!"
　　 Sartre's voice was a little cold, and the fingers holding the short blade were beating from time to time.
\"I also hope you understand that my current identity as an elder is undoubtedly certain, and my request is not excessive. I want you to live for the sake of the dark elf's tomorrow, but I am not using any rights indiscriminately!" Ben directly met Sartre's gaze without giving up.
　　\"Humans, are you worried about the fate of our dark elves?" Sartre's tone was somewhat mocking.
　　\"Sutter, I’m an outsider, maybe I’m not qualified to talk about these things, but. An old man’s dying request. Since I have agreed, I must do it!"
　　Sart’s gaze slightly puzzled
\"Sutter, it's the elder, it's your father! He asked me to promise to take you away. He knew that his life was about to end, but he didn't want you to die here in vain. Before he died, Ask me to take you away. Ask me to "let you live!"
　　\"My father?" Sartre's tone was a little loose, and he looked at the old man who was already lying peacefully on the ground.
\"Sutter. The elder told me that the dark elves have already died too many people. We can no longer afford such endless death losses. We have countless soldiers who die on the battlefield every day. There are countless soldiers who committed suicide in grief and indignation, and countless members of the tribe. Just like you, they died in vain in this situation."
There was a little bit of pain in Robben's voice, \"The white elves are growing all the time, and we, all the time we are weakened, our compatriots who have been killed in the flames of war, and more, but meaningless sacrifices, for you The attachment in your heart died for the glory in your heart, but you have thought about it for your compatriots, maybe tomorrow, if you are still alive tomorrow, you can save the life of a compatriot, but today, you have already You die, and your compatriots will be slaughtered tomorrow."
Robben’s tone began to become a bit agitated.\"Have you ever really thought about your fellow citizens. But did you really think about it for the dark elves. When you shouted the glory of the elves, have you ever thought about it? Leave your life to do something more meaningful for the dark elves than to die!?"
Raising his hand, Robben pointed his finger at Sartre, \"Satre! You proud dark elf, in your heart, what is your glory? Is it death? There is a saying among us humans. : Sometimes, to live, you need to have greater courage than to die! You warriors who are not afraid of death, have ever thought about abandoning the shameful sense of honor in your heart and enduring humiliation for the prosperity of the entire race. Endure the suffering, stand up when the dark elves really need you most, and contribute to the whole. The elves?" Robben's tone was already beginning to reprimand.
　　Sart was silently said by Robben. It seems that when Net wants to explain something, Robben has directly blocked his words, \"Sart! Die! Everyone will, in the mean beast, he is unhappy, and he can die if he can't think about it! There is no good value for appreciation. There is no value for you to say so solemnly."
　　\"Sart, this is a kind of cowardice. You are pressing deeper suffering on your fellow citizens. But you yourself will only seek death like beasts! You" are sinners of the dark elves! "
　　 Robben's last sentence hit Sartre's heart with a heavy hammer.
\"If you want your compatriots to be alive tomorrow, if you want the dark elves to have light tomorrow, and tomorrow there will still be tough dark elf warriors fighting for the dark elves, please put away your own cheap shame, \"Leave with me! "　　Su was very nervous, and his fingers couldn't help shaking slowly, and he simmered in the eyes of Robben Zhu one after another, but Robben ignored the ugliness and quickly said that now, there may be two situations. One. It was Sartre who suddenly woke up and agreed with Robben's view, while the other one was already the worst one. Robben's remarks were very rude, and some words were heard in the ears of the dark elves. Pointing to the tip of the nose to insult, if Sartre violently wounds, it is not impossible, and it is still very possible.
　　Sart's face turned red and white, and his eyes were gradually red when he stared at Robben, and the fingers holding the two short blades trembled as if nervously.
　　\"Sart, you die here, the souls of the elders will not rest in peace."
　　 quietly opposing each other,
　　\"Well" Why suddenly feel that this human being is a bit troublesome, is he ready to attack? . The male elf as the commander frowned slightly and looked at the village in front of him.
　　 Besides the village chief, Robben’s amplification magic blessed so that the elves of the whole village could hear his words, also transmitted his voice clearly here.
\"Your Excellency, you are all ready, and everyone's mental power is almost restored. As long as you order, we will immediately start a large-scale coverage attack. In my opinion, even if someone supports this magic shield, we want to break it , It's not difficult!"
\"Yes, Not Bad".
　　 The male white elf tossed his head and nodded slightly, \"Remember, when attacking. Kill the human who has been in it for a long time first. This voice sounds very annoying."
　　\"Yes! Your Excellency".
　　 Perhaps it was Robben's words that moved Sartre, or perhaps the last sentence played a role. Sartre's trembling fingers finally calmed down, and the look in Robben's eyes gradually returned to normal.
　　\"Roben, I hope that my decision today is right. For this, we will bear the humiliation. We will become a dark elf who flees, and we will face everyone’s accusations."
　　\"Sart! As long as you believe that the dark elves have a future, there will be a day when those who have accused you will call you a hero."
\"I hope so!"
　　 took a deep look at Robben, then looked at the elders lying on the ground, \"Father. Forgive us. We don't have time to find an oak tree for you, but we will live on. May you rest in peace!"
　　 Looking at the elder for the last time, Sartre turned around and took a step forward.
"Elves, compatriots! Do you hear our words? I will now begin to convey the elder's order. The elder and I ask you at the same time to order you. Quickly leave this village with us to the next dark elves gathering point Seek asylum, we! Leave now!"
　　Sutter’s amplification magic spread his loud voice throughout the village!
Robben looked nervously at the elves in the village who were maintaining the magic shield.Although he finally convinced Sartre, if these elves were still stubborn, then Robben really didn't have time to convince them one by one. , Outside the village, the white elves have slowly been forced up. It's a posture of attacking at any time.
　　 One "two" three" More and more dark elves began to gather around Sartre, Robben finally let out a sigh of relief.
　　 All the dark elves, with heavy complexions, entered the last mental power into the magical defense array in the village, and came to Sartre's side.
　　\"You guys. Stay with me, and then put the defensive line on top for a while, buy some time for the others, everyone else, leave here immediately, hurry up."
　　Sart also knew that time was pressing, and quickly issued the order. In a beckoning, a dozen dark elves had been ordered and rushed towards the defensive formation near the village again.
　　 The faces of the dozen dark elves that were spotted were not afraid, but rather excited. Turn around anxiously and follow Sartre!
　　\"Give me all back."
When the black shadow flashed, Sartre was astonished that this human named Robben had a speed far better than him. In the blink of an eye, Robben had already grabbed a girl's hand and stopped in front of everyone. .
　　\"I order you in the name of the elder. Everyone immediately left behind the village. It is enough for the two of us to stay and fight for you for a while
Holding Fanny with one hand, Robben quickly commanded, \"Su! Salsa! Metz is pleased to you~EbookFREE.me~No need to wait for the two of us" No need to leave a secret code, I am free to find you, now, Hurry up! "
\"you guys?"
　　 Sartre looked at Robben and Fanny in astonishment. Faced with the attack of a thousand people, there is no doubt that those who remain will die, a dozen of them. People can only support for a short while, let alone two people!
　　\"Don't talk nonsense! Go! They're attacking." Robben couldn't help screaming, and the magical flashes of light had begun to light up in the white elf's attack formation."
　　 Robben's roar shocked Sartre.　　 His mind turned sharply, and Sartre gritted his teeth, \"Roben. The scepter of the elders cannot be thrown away. You must come back alive" Let's go! "Since Robben is so sure of automatically asking for it, Sartre can only hope that Robben has some amazing abilities, and said one last sentence. With a dozen dark elves around him, he flew out of the village. Retreat!
　　 The team of about three hundred people began to leave the village like a rushing torrent!
　　\"Full attack! Don't let them run away!" The white elf commander shouted!
　　\"Yao Yao. The whole forest seems to be trembling."
　　\"How? Are you afraid? Robben is holding Fanny's little hand in one hand, and the ring in the other hand is shining invisible black light.
　　\"Only a few elves, not enough to stuff my teeth." The warm current rolled in her body, and Fanny laughed very arrogantly!
　　In other words, the number of chapters in the previous chapter is wrong again!
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