"Here they come again."
Looking at the new elves emerging from the grass, Atos was a little impressed by their persistence.
Obviously, they were no match for Hercules, but they kept risking their lives. They were indeed a group of crazy fellows.
With Hercules' strength, these long-eared elves would lose no matter how many of them there were. But Atos could not understand why they kept attacking them.
Did they think they were adventurers?
Was it because they were angry at the adventurers for entering the broken kingdom?
But it did not seem like it.
As a demigod, Atos thought he could see through the thoughts of mortal life, but he could not see through these elves.
It was understandable that these elves were fearless. After all, they were not afraid of death and could be resurrected.
Although he did not know the price and hidden dangers of the resurrection of the elves, it at least gave them the courage to fight.
But … what about other than that?
Did they simply want to expel them?
No, it did not seem like it.
On the contrary, Atos felt that he saw some greed and excitement on the elves' faces.
The former was like a hunter seeing the best prey, while the latter was like a Megalosaurus seeing its favorite toy.
This discovery made Atos feel more and more strange.
He looked at Hercules, wondering what they had that made the elves so greedy.
He really wanted to open up the elves' heads and see what they were thinking.
Atos became more and more puzzled and curious about the elves' behavior, but Hercules gradually became excited.
As an orc, he was an existence that liked to kill.
No matter how strong or weak the target was, the continuous killing would make him more and more excited.
The sound of bones breaking and the smell of blood, in particular, stimulated his bestial nature.
"Ha, weak fellows."
Looking at the elves rushing up, he sneered in a low voice and continued to swing his axe at them.
No elves could withstand one blow from him.
Even if there were, it was Hercules who was playing with them.
However, the eighty elves who rushed over were obviously different from the previous ones.
They were much higher in level, and unlike their companions who were just stalling for time, they really cooperated to attack Hercules.
These guys cooperated well, and there seemed to be someone commanding them. Obviously, their strength was far inferior to Hercules', but with each other's restraint, they managed to hold Hercules back.
Although this was at the cost of their own lives, although Hercules could easily kill elves every second, and although Hercules used them as targets to vent his desire to kill, he did not fight with all his might.
But at the very least … they had managed to pin him down.
They waved their weapons and rushed at Hercules, throwing various skills at him with the help or cover of various spells.
Of course, they were still no match for Hercules. Anyone who got close to the orc warrior would be cut in half in the next moment.
However, even though their companions were dying one after another, the dozens of new elves still didn't retreat.
They were not like the previous guys who fled when they saw that they could not defeat Hercules. Instead, they would die under Hercules' axe.
They should be the elite forces of the elves.
Hercules and Atos had the same thought at the same time.
Looking at these crazy guys, Atos's expression gradually changed.
Hercules was a senior legendary professional, and he did not take these weak guys seriously.
But the legendary was originally the high-end combat power in this world, and there was no comparison.
Even though these elves were vulnerable in the face of Hercules, their combat prowess was far beyond that of their peers.
How many elves like this were there?
Thinking of this, Atos' expression gradually became serious.
The war of the secular world was, after all, a war of the secular life.
Perhaps the legendary could be the key to a battle, but in a war of faith involving the power of the true gods, it was often inconvenient for the supernatural forces to intervene. In many cases, the battle of the secular forces had already determined the outcome.
The potential shown by these elves was indeed terrifying!
Take the eighty elves as an example. If the one fighting with them was not Hercules, but a gold professional, they would have been beaten to death.
No …
If he was a Gold-tier professional, he would have been killed in the first sneak attack.
Thinking of these elves appearing in the Elven Forest for less than five years and their rapid rise, Atos became more and more solemn …
These elves were indeed worthy of the attention of the true gods.
"No wonder the gods were fighting over the Scepter of Life. It's indeed powerful to be able to create such a terrifying group of elves."
Atos thought to himself.
After pondering for a while, he said to Hercules, "Hercules, stop fooling around.
"Hercules, stop fooling around. Exterminate them and hurry to Winterfell."
Since he had achieved his goal of observing the combat power of the elves, there was no need to delay any further.
As for revealing his identity here and making peace with these elves, Atos had never considered that.
When the elves attacked the two of them, they had to pay the price.
Anyway, they seemed to be able to revive.
Upon hearing Atos' words, Hercules nodded and sneered as he looked at the surrounding elves.
The aura on his body suddenly became even more terrifying.
The elves' expressions changed, and then there was a loud shout from among them.
"The BOSS is enlarging. Don't delay any longer. Attack!"
Then, the hands of more than 20 elves lit up, and Magic Stones engraved with Mana Runes appeared.
"Humph, the same trick again."
Looking at the Magic Stones, Hercules sneered.
His body flashed, and he brandished the Axe in his hand. Before the elves had time to activate the Runes on the Magic Stones, he hacked the elves and the Magic Stones into two halves!
Speaking of which, although the explosive Mana Tools were powerful, as long as the Runes on them were destroyed, they were merely Magic Stones that were infused with Mana.
If the Magic Stones couldn't be detonated, the Mana in them would dissipate after being hacked into two halves …
Perhaps the first Magic Stone attack by the elves was beyond Hercules' expectations, but it was no longer effective.
His body flashed as he shuttled among the elves. Before the elves could react, he hacked all the elves who were holding up the Magic Stones to death …
However, the elves didn't give up.
"Quick, the small Magic Stones are useless. Use the big ones!"
Someone among them shouted.
After that, Hercules saw someone from the elves suddenly stand out, holding a package that was half the size of a man, and rush toward him.
His body was enchanted with a thick stack of Enhancement Spells, all of which were Acceleration Spells.
At the same time, the other elves turned around and fled as fast as they could.
"Ha, do you think I won't recognize you just because you put on the package?"
Hercules sneered, and brandished the Axe in his hand at the elf who was holding up the package.
However, before he hacked at the other party, he heard a loud shout from the other party.
"Those who believe in the Lord of Eternity are all fools! The Lord of Eternity is even more of a fool! "
Hearing this, Atos and Hercules' expressions changed at the same time.
Were these elves crazy?
How dare they say such blasphemous words?
"Lunatics!"
Hercules snorted coldly, and increased the strength in his hands.
Under his powerful chop, the elves who were rushing toward him were instantly hacked into minced meat, and then slowly disappeared like the corpses of the other elves.
However, when he hacked at the package, Hercules vaguely felt that something wasn't quite right …
It didn't feel like he was hacking a Magic Stone, but something else.
The package was split in half, and the black bag that covered it fell off, revealing what was inside.
It was a handsome humanoid sculpture that shone with a golden luster.
It was wearing a gorgeous Holy Robe, and had a gentle smile on its face.
However, its head had been cut off by Hercules, and it fell to the ground with a thud, rolling for a long time before coming to a stop …
When they saw this sculpture, Hercules and Atos were stunned.
It was the statue of the Lord of Eternity, Eternity …
Before they could say anything, shocking dark clouds suddenly gathered in the sky, and a lightning bolt that was more than ten meters thick struck down …
"Rumble …"
A dazzling light flashed.
The whole earth trembled.
In the Elven Forest, a mushroom cloud that was hundreds of meters high rose …
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