Chapter 114: Battle of Quicksand (2)

In Nanfeng Village, Aristophanes is accompanying the weak Ryan and talking with the leader of the village guard.
　　
　　 "Inigo, we must retreat," Ryan shuddered, as if remembering the horror, "You didn't see the situation at that time, the overwhelming bugs rushed towards our team, Nanfeng Village could not stop it."
　　
　　The male elf holding a staff, said with a wry smile: "But without the order of the archdruid, he will be punished if he leads the villagers to transfer without permission."
　　
　　 Aristophane looked at the tangled leader and opened his mouth and said, "Inigo, do you believe us?"
　　
　　 Inigo nodded: "My compatriots, I believe you and Ryan, but it's really not a decision I can make to relocate all of them."
　　
　　 "Well, you lead some old and weak women and children to evacuate first, and retreat along the eastern mountain to the crater, and then leave the young and strong who can fight and stay in Nanfeng Village."
　　
　　 Inigo lowered his head for a moment and thought it was a good idea, but he was still a little confused: "Why not go to the Cenarion fortress?"
　　
　　 Aristophane and Ryan shook their heads at the same time, Ryan said: "Inigo, don't think about it, Cenario will soon become the front line, and the villagers will definitely be attacked there."
　　
　　 "Okay, I understand. Then I will summon the priests in the village and let them lead the women and children to the north."
　　
　　 Under the call of Inigo and some priests, the villagers of Nanfeng Village quickly gathered.
　　
　　 When they heard Inigo's decision, they were shocked, but after hearing what Ryan and Aristophanes said, most of the elves agreed with their decision.
　　
　　Looking at the elven team heading northward, Aristophan turned his head and said to Ryan who was wiping the handle of the bow, "Why, don't you go along with you?"
　　
Ryan shook his head and took out an arrow, with a fierce expression on his face: "My captain, my friend, and my lover were all killed in the last reconnaissance operation. I am the only one who survived. Do you think Should I retreat?"
　　
　　 Looking at the elf with gnashing teeth in front of her, full of anger and hatred, Aristophan patted her on the shoulder, turned and walked down the observation deck at the entrance of the village.
　　
　　 "Priest Mara, how is the retreat?" Aristophanes asked the elf in the white robe.
　　
"Except for the two families who refused to leave, the rest of the old and the weak have already set off." Mara adjusted her short white hair tossed by the wind and replied as she watched the armed elves coming and going in the village. "Aristophanes, do you think the bugs will really attack Nanfeng Village?"
　　
Aristophanes remembered the ruins of Nanfeng Village in the previous game, and the elven souls who always wandered in it. He nodded: "Yes, these worms have gathered an army far beyond your imagination. According to my estimation, when When they start their offensive, both Nanfeng Village and Cenarion Fortress will be there, and they can only survive their offensive. I even think we must be prepared to break through."
　　
　　 Hearing what Aristophan said was so serious, Mara's expression became more serious: "If you say that, we really have to be more careful."
　　
　　 At the same time, Tyrande's reply also reached the Cenarion Fortress.
　　
"His Staghelm, the high priest replied that she had mobilized the priests of the Sisterhood of Elune, the sentinel troops, the druids, and the descendants of Cenarion, but the distance is too far, I am afraid it will be close to a week. The army can arrive, and before that, the only way to resist the insect's attack is us." Shantis Yuyue said.
　　
　　 Deer Helmet nodded. At this moment, they were on a cliff facing the south, and some black spots had gradually appeared on the desert in the distance.
　　
　　 "They are coming, Shantis. Vastann, get everyone ready!"
　　
Those black spots quickly connected to a black line, and then turned into black "waves", rushing towards the Cenarion fortress, the blessed eyesight of the elves clearly saw that it was nothing" Tide", but an uncountable alien species!
　　
　　 Fandral and Shantis took a deep breath. Although they got news from Namulia and knew that the number of alien worms was huge, the scale was beyond their expectations.
　　
　　 "I'm going to write to remind the high priest!" Shantis turned and walked down the cliff, and ran quickly towards his residence.
　　
　　 Fandral didn't move. He looked at the worm tide in front of him, his expression very solemn.
　　
　　 The Namulia squad, who was on the reconnaissance soon, rushed into the fortress before the worms, and joined the defense of the fortress before it had time to breathe.
　　
As the alien worms rushed closer and closer, the archers guarding the fortress took the lead in attacking. They shot towards the sky, and bursts of arrow rain fell from the sky, clearing out batches of alien worms, but they were soon rushed up by the following worms. We smashed and filled.
　　
　　 In this way, the elves were condescending, using their bows and arrows to cause huge damage to the alien insects that came.
　　
When the alien worms crossed the death beam, they were greeted by the various powerful spells released by the balancing druids and priests. The yellow sunlight, the purple moonfire, and the white stars fell from the sky, causing the death of a large number of alien worms. .
　　
　　 The first day of battle ended in this environment, and the elves of the fortress let out a breath.
　　
　　 But in the next few days, as the arrows were exhausted, the alien insects began to attack the fortress walls frontally.
　　
　　 Although there were no casualties, the wooden fortress wall was crumbling, and several huge gaps appeared on it.
　　
　　 "Are these alien worms crazy?" Fandral looked at the shaded map and thumped it the desktop.
　　
　　 "We have killed at least tens of thousands of insects in the past few days, but their number seems to have never been reduced, and they still attack us without fear of life and death." Shandris Yuzuki also looked at the map with a solemn expression.
　　
　　 "Where are the reinforcements?" Fandral waved and asked.
　　
　　 "There is no news." Shantis shook his head, "But the sentries of Feathermoon Fortress have already set off, but they need to come around from the Thousand Needles Forest."
　　
"We can collect the corpses when they come!" Deer Helmet said irritably, and then forced himself to endure the anger in his heart, "Vastanen, inform the druids and priests in the camp, wait until the bow and arrow are shot. We enter the second position and use plan two to eliminate bugs!"
　　
　　 "Yes!"
　　
　　 At this time, Nanfeng Village was also attacked by a small group of alien worms, but they were all wiped out by hundreds of guards led by Lion Wolfwalker and Mara Priest outside the village.
　　
"Even we have suffered an attack of this scale. I don't know what happened to the Cenarion fortress." Mara said worriedly, looking at the corpses all over the floor. "Fortunately, I followed your advice and withdraw first. A group of people left."
　　
"Don't worry too much~EbookFREE.me~Mara," Ryan said, picking up the arrows that can be used. There should be no problem."
　　
Aristophan interjected: "We have to worry about what to do. You can see that although the frequency of insect attacks is not high these days, the number of consumables such as bows and arrows has dropped rapidly. It's time to take out the sword in my hand and fight them close. I have Adelina and I can break through at any time, but the number of horned eagles in the village can't take everyone."
　　
　　 The two frowned upon hearing this: "Then what do you say?"
　　
"The first option is to request reinforcements from the Cenarion Fortress; the second option is to break through to the north while the bugs have not yet surrounded us." Aristophane looked serious, "I support the second option, and the Cenarion Fortress will definitely bear it. Much higher than our pressure, I am afraid it is impossible to divide troops to rescue Nanfeng Village."
　　
　　 "I need to discuss this with Inigo." Mara was silent for a while, and then replied.
　　
　　 "Hurry up, priest," Aristophane looked at the sky, "There is not much time left for us to make decisions."