At the same time, in the skies above the Jintha'Alor camp, a terrifying human face formed from pale green smoke slowly appeared in the air.
"Death … Plague … Destruction … Melt … In the name of the Plague Spirit, I curse you all …"
The terrifying face roared in the ancient Bystrinian language most commonly used by ancient Magi. Logically speaking, none of the elves present should be able to understand it. However, as the hoarse and noisy curses entered their ears, all the elves inexplicably understood the terrifying words.
With a flick of his finger, the terrifying face dissipated, turning into specks of green fireflies that fluttered downwards …
On the giant floating ship, the Poison Centipede, Endor, coughed violently, his already hunched body shrinking even further into a shrimp. After a long while, he finally raised his head and flashed a 'miserable' smile at Grimm.
"The plague has already been released through the curse. If my lord wants to send someone in, it's best if you come here first to collect an immunity rune!"
With that, Endor nodded at the Plague Poison Spirit. This little voodoo puppet-like fellow stood in the Sorcerer Ring and stamped his feet. More than 20 to 30 yellow brooches shot out, flying towards every Magus present.
The Scarlet Magus and the Witches of Destiny did not hesitate to grab the brooches and fasten them to their chests. The Dark Witches hesitated for a moment, but after confirming that there were no problems with their mental scans, they also put on the brooches.
"Let's go, it's our turn!"
As Grimm tilted his head, Tigole, who had been standing at the edge of the Floating Ship, chuckled. He turned around and jumped into the Grade 2 Magic Weapon Warrior, the Goblin Ripper, that was specially made for him. With a loud roar, he grabbed a noose and jumped down without hesitation.
* Thud thud thud … *
Like dumplings falling into a pot, forty archer and ten swordsman magic weapons followed closely behind Tigole, jumping down one after another.
"Sisters, today is a great day to reap the harvest. It's time for us to go …"
The Dark Witch Ulthar laughed coldly, leading a large group of dark witches on their flying broomsticks and quickly rushing out of the giant floating ship.
"Let's go as well!" Alice's face was somewhat pale, but her expression was as calm as ever. "This is also your first time stepping onto the Planar Battlefield. Be careful … Let's go!"
Although she was a little worried about her Destiny Witches, Alice also knew that they would never grow up without experiencing the tempering of the Planar Battlefield. Compared to the Dark Witches who had been on the battlefield for a long time, they were simply a group of new recruits who had never touched a gun or seen blood.
Perhaps after this battle, one or two of the Witches of Destiny would leave their companions forever and die in this foreign land. However, the remaining witches were able to absorb nutrients from the blood of their enemies and companions, thus becoming stronger and more cautious.
Therefore, Alice's gentle but firm gaze swept across the faces of her companions, who she had been with day and night. Finally, without saying anything, she turned over and was the first to fly off the giant ship.
Jintha'Alor was in a mess.
The Witch's Witchcraft of Witchcraft brought unspeakable pain to the Jintha'Alor Elves.
All the elves who heard the roar could not help but tremble as the green fireflies entered their bodies. Their spirit, physical strength, resistance, endurance, and willpower all showed varying degrees of erosion. Those combat occupants who had advanced might only feel some physical discomfort, but they could suppress this abnormality by forcing their spirits.
However, the ordinary elves who lived in Jintha'Alor turned over and fell the moment the green light entered their bodies. They twitched violently as if they had lost control of their consciousness.
For a moment, all the elves in the Jintha'Alor Camp showed serious signs of the Witchcraft Curse!
Therefore, the elves were in a mess. They did not know whether to save their own people first or to resist the terrible figures that were falling from the sky.
A few druids with nature spells were chanting "healing spells" and "dispel diseases" loudly. As the chanting ended, a green beam of light enveloped the elves who were rolling on the ground. The powerful force of nature immediately expelled the plague bacteria from their bodies, allowing them to return to normal in an instant.
Unfortunately, these elves had just stood up in doubt when a new green fluorescent light floated into their bodies. Thus, they fell to the ground in pain again after recovering, and began to howl mournfully.
The Druids raised their heads in horror, looking at the green fluorescent light that was falling from the giant floating ship like raindrops. Their faces were filled with hatred.
However, before they could roar and turn into birds to soar into the sky, a Druid elder stopped them.
"Don't be rash … The enemy is coming at us ferociously, we can't let them take us down one by one … Come, let's go meet up with Utas and the rest …"
Halfway up Jintha'Alor, the Tier 2 Weapon Master Utas rushed out of a spacious tree hall, his face filled with shock as he scanned the sky filled with green dots of light and the frightening figures descending from the sky one after another.
He turned around and grabbed the young female elf wizard who was following closely behind him. He hissed, "Quick … Quick, inform Seradan City that the metal monster is with us. Let them … Hurry up and send reinforcements …"
The young female elf wizard hurriedly took out a magic wand. However, no matter how much mana she poured into it, all she got was a strange, ear-piercing noise.
"It's being disrupted … The magic message can't be sent out …" The young female elf wizard seemed to have never been in such a dangerous and urgent situation before, and was so hurried that she almost cried.
"These damned enemies … Looks like they're planning to catch us all in one fell swoop … Gather up, immediately send a message and get all the guards to gather here …"
As Utas roared, the Flower Fairy messengers flapped their wings and rushed out of the tree hall.
It was a pity that these delicate Flower Fairies only had the strength of high-ranked acolytes. Once they came into contact with the green fluorescent light, most of them fell to the ground in pain. Only a few managed to flap their thin wings and fly away shakily.
After all, the Magi still wanted to catch all the Flower Fairies in one fell swoop. Hence, Poison Centipede Endor's large area of effect voodoo was mainly used to weaken and cause disease. If not, these Flower Fairies and Elves that had been infected by the plague would have died long ago!
* Dong dong dong … *
Large and heavy metal Magic Machines fell from the sky. Although there were ropes as a buffer, they still smashed through the flowers, grass, and branches along the way, creating deep holes in the solid ground.
Amidst the screeching sounds of mechanical components, these Magic Machines stuck their hands into the ground and climbed out of the deep holes one by one.
Since they had come prepared, the first attack team led by Tigole had 'fallen' at the entrance of the Jintha 'Alor camp. Thus, when they quickly gathered together, what appeared in front of them was a winding stone path that extended to the top of a small hill.
Although there was also a dense sea of trees here, it was much thinner than the surrounding areas. Bright sunlight shone through the gaps between the swaying branches and leaves, leaving mottled shadows on the rocky path.
"Charge!"
Tigole's ear-piercing howl came from the Goblin Ripper's body, and this tall Magic Machine Warrior took the lead and stepped onto the stone path.
The lowest level of the Jintha 'Alor camp was the training ground for Sword Dancers.
These strong and vigorous male Elven Warriors rushed out of the camp, brandishing two long and shiny elven blades as they charged at Tigole.
* Bzzt bzzt bzzt … *
Tigole didn't even need to move. The Archer Magic Machines behind him raised their arms, and a storm of metal bullets brushed past the Goblin Ripper's body, pouring towards the enemy.
It was obvious that these Magic Machines had been controlled by the Goblin Technicians to lower their muzzles during the battle. As a result, a dozen Sword Dancer Warriors suddenly fell to the ground, their legs broken, and they rolled on the ground in pain.
Grimm, who was leisurely floating in the air, looked over from afar and frowned. He couldn't help but turn the Snake Eye Ring on his right pinky, and softly sent a magical message to Tigole.
"Tell the Goblin Technicians to change the firing mode of all Archer Magic Machines from Barrage Attack to Sniper Mode. If these elves were beaten to a pulp, just the cost of treatment alone would not be a small amount. Remember, when you're safe, you're only allowed to snipe the non-vital parts of the enemy. Don't kill them all … "
Tigole leisurely walked forward, and quickly passed Grimm's order to the Goblin Technicians hidden among the Archer Magic Machines. As a result, the continuous barrage of bullets disappeared, and in its place were the crisp and loud sounds of sniper fire.
These Sword Dancers who had their legs broken were indeed strong Elven Warriors. When they saw the Magic Machines approaching them step by step, they immediately gritted their teeth and endured the pain. They gripped their elven blades again and crawled on the ground, wanting to slash at the enemy.
Tigole leisurely strode forward, allowing his opponent to hack at the Goblin Shredder's pillar-like metal legs, causing sparks to fly everywhere. He controlled the Goblin Ripper's mechanical legs to gently push the crippled Elves to the side of the road, and continued forward with the Magic Machine Squad.
Seeing that their charge was not going to work, the vigilant Sword Dancers immediately dashed into the forest, using the trees as cover to quickly approach the Magic Machine Squad.
* Thump thump thump … *
Explosions rang out, and the trunks of the ancient trees that would take two or three people to wrap their arms around each other flew in all directions. Green liquid splattered everywhere … When hit by the berserk metal bullets, a terrifying wound the size of a bowl would appear. Even the thick and tough ancient trees could not withstand the continuous shooting of bullets.
Amidst a burst of swaying branches and leaves and flying sawdust, the ancient trees creaked and collapsed one after another.
However, with the cover of the ancient trees, the Sword Dancers still managed to get close to the Magic Machine Squad.
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