Chapter 139: The elves surrender!

A mellow and incomparably rich green light wall with substantial vitality appeared in front of the towering giant tree. A hundred lasers comparable to the eighth level of magic magic hit the green light wall and trembled it.
Before the green light wall disappeared, there were a hundred laser beams comparable to the eighth-level monomer magic on the green light wall.
Ling Zhan has hatched a total of 2,000 laser scorpions. These terrible war weapons have not stopped for a moment. They alternately shoot the laser beams on the green light wall of the miracle tree. The green light wall is constantly trembling. . Novel Chapter Updates Fastest
Three thousand heads in the distance have a range of up to twenty miles. The attack power has evolved to the tenth level. The first-stage bone spurs are distributed on each hill. The body's three thousand bones have been adjusted to shoot. The green light wall bombarded with a bumpy look that was about to be blasted, which made the elves inside be terrified.
But the miracle light wall is worthy of the name of miracle without being broken by the bone spur and laser scorpion without interruption.
However, although the miracle light wall is called. The word miracle has its limits. When 12,000 heads of 15,000 skull sting worms hatched by Ling Zhan shot their bone spurs, the miracles of light and greenness that had been so mellow and green became dim under the joint attack of bone spurs and lasers. . "Fiction" novel chapter updated fastest
You must know that the death knight army of the of the year. The regiment is nothing but an army composed of death knights trained by the eighth-level sword division. Their attack power is definitely not comparable to the laser of the eighth-level single attack magic and that can A bone spur comparable to a tenth-level primary attack.
"What to do? Your Majesty!" In the elven palace, the twelve elder elders looked at the throne with anxious faces and looked pale and apparently the elven king Atwood had not recovered.
On a piece of magical influence crystal, it shows that the power is extremely terrifying. The terrible laser light constantly bombards the wall of miracle light. Although the wall of miracle light is not broken, but the light is faintly dimmed all in this palace. Everyone knows that it is only a matter of time before the wall of miracle light is smashed.
The only way to solve it is to kill the tree of miracles and destroy the hidden ones. The laser scorpion behind the raptor is almost an impossible task with the current strength of the elves.
The elves' current trump card has almost been destroyed and as the nucleus of the elven templar guard these days have been resisting the falling boulder bombs in the sky have been very tired.
Elves and other races. People are also constantly cleaning the falling stones in the sky very embarrassing and tired. Dos of the three Elite Nine Powers among the Elves has not yet recovered.
Not to mention the foreign aid. At this time in the jungle of Mississippi, the forces seeing Ling Zhan are being dominated day by day. The only other two large-level Warcraft families that can fight the Ling Zhan Fang forces are not afraid to keep close to any conflicts with Ling Zhansheng. Lao Chao was constantly looking for another escape route.
The elders of the elf clan are very unfavorable to all kinds of conditions. The elders of the elf clan will look hopefully at the man above the throne, and their king hopes that he can lead them out of a way of life.
The young and beautiful wizard King Atwood looked at the magical image crystal and played with the bow of Luna in his hands for a while and said, "Finally talk to them. If they don't accept the conditions, we surrender!" "
When the words came out, the elders of the twelve elves could hardly believe that their ears had only Doth's bitter and thoughtful look.
"His Majesty surrendered? There are still 70,000 soldiers in our clan who can still fight those abominable Warcraft!" An elder elder could hardly believe that his ears were very rude and almost questioned. He couldn't imagine the beautiful and elegant elf with a long history surrendered to that fierce and arrogant Warcraft pedigree.
"Yes, there are 70,000 soldiers in our clan, but do we have a chance to win? How long can Elder Rooney's miracle wall last?" Atwood asked an elder elder who had studied the depth of the miracle wall.
"If those magics continue to attack at this intensity, the wall of miracles will run out of magic tonight." Rooney said very heavily.
"Elder Bock, how many of our Elf Templar guards can go to the battlefield without needing?" Atwood asked an eleven-level swordsman who was in charge of the Elf Templar guard.
"Most of the Elf Templar guards are already very tired because they are resistant to those boulder. There are 2,000 people who can go to the battlefield without rest!" Hesitated, Bock said slowly that these 2,000 people were definitely hydrated, and many of them There are fewer than 1,500 Elven Templar guards who have not fully recovered from the Forces.
"Dos how much combat power you can play now?" Atwood glanced at Dos and asked.
"If you fight my old bones, you will be able to wield the power of the 9th-level magician in the text version of the novel!" Doss said staring at Atwood firmly.
"With this power, I definitely can't resist that Warcraft pedigree. I'm not afraid of death, but there are other civilians and children behind us! Now don't wait until they break the tree of miracles. So what will their future be for them? Was it sold to the slave market and allowed others to play? "Atwood said very heavily.
The twelve elf elders silently lived in the dense forest. They still adhered to the tradition and maintained the simplicity of the past. They were not as indifferent to the life and death of civilians as human rulers.
"But what if we surrendered that Warcraft pedigree and it insisted on selling our children to the slave market?" An elder elder said in a silent voice.
Beautiful elves are sought after in the slave market even if they live in the jungle of Mississippi. A beautiful elf can sell gold coins at the lowest price on the slave market. Is one of the most loved slaves of human nobility.
"I'll talk to Ling Zhan, the representative of the Warcraft pedigree, if he is determined to sell our children to the slave market, then we will fight hard! Of course, at the last moment, Rooney will start the last magic circle of the tree of miracles!" Atwood said absolutely.
"Your Majesty!" Rooney frowned at the command and stared at Atwood for a while before sighing heavily.
Once the last magic formation of the Miracle Tree is started, the entire huge Miracle Tree will be destroyed by successive huge magics. It is the last resort to end up with the enemy. It is better to be a slave to life in humiliation than to fall into the hands of humans. It was this forest elf that was the saddest killer in the end.
As if one of the best sci-fi blockbusters in general, laser bombardment on the green wall of miracles far away in the Dolim Range sub-base Ling Zhan relishes admiring the tiny scout bugs faithfully. A scene was recorded.
Because the laser scorpion shot too accurately and bombarded on the green wall of miracle light and showed no power. Ling Zhan split his mind into several random laser beams and bombarded the ground, vaporizing the ground into deep holes, showing the terrifying power of the laser scorpion firing lasers.
The face of the elf warrior staring at the battlefield in the miracle tree became very ugly. Being bombarded by this kind of laser is a seven-level sword master repaired by the elven templar guard full strength shield to be directly vaporized is absolutely not spared.
"Ling Zhan, the visitor of the great Twelve Demon King, I know you can hear my voice, please stop attacking for the time being, and I hope to talk to you for the last time!" Wearing a beautiful and exquisite magic armor, holding the moon ’s bow Tomi Atwood, like the demon, came to the edge of the Miracle Tree and said loudly.
"You only have less than 1 minute. If you can't move me, then I'm sorry I won't give you any more!" Atwood's voice just dropped those laser scorpions that kept firing lasers and stopped the attack uniformly.
A fifth-level Raptor stepped out from the siege of Raptor and bravely stepped into the range of the elves to watch Atwood. One minute doesn't restore much power to the Miracle Tree.
In the face of Atwood, who can advance to level 11 through the artifact, whether it is a level 8 raptor or a level 5 raptor, it is only cost-effective or a level 5 raptor. Distressed.
"Sure enough, the collar of this Warcraft pedigree has the ability to switch consciousness between different bodies!" An idea flashed in Atwood's heart ~ EbookFREE.me ~ Dear Ling Zhan, I just want to ask you one problem. If my tribe now chooses to surrender, will the ordinary elves have the status of a civilian without being insulted by anyone as written in the original treaty? If you can swear in the name of the Twelve Demon Kings, then I am willing to let my tribe submit to you and hang myself in front of you, and my daughter will go to your house to serve you with all the power! "Atwood's discourse A great uproar was caused among the warriors of the Elves.
"Your Majesty! I can't accept that treaty!"
"Your Majesty, we elves can never surrender those beasts!"
"Your Majesty! Let's fight!"
"His Majesty!……"
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The young elf warriors on the tree of miracles kept on clamoring.
"Zong!" The momentum of the tenth-level master of Atwood glanced coldly at the young elf warriors. Although the elf warriors remained unyielding, they stopped speaking.