Hearing Sammir's words, the members of the Inferno Tribe hesitated for a moment.
A trembling old elf reluctantly touched the bag in his hand and opened a corner, revealing a thick, ancient book engraved with beautiful patterns.
His voice was bitter.
"These … these are the books we risked our lives to bring out from the Elven Forest. They are the thousand-year-old inheritance of the elves. If we leave them behind, then the elves …"
Sammir looked at him with a complicated expression and sighed.
"Mother Goddess has returned. Civilization can continue, but if the elves die, then there will be nothing left."
Phyrosil touched the thick genealogy of the Inferno Tribe that she was carrying, tears flashing in the corners of her eyes.
"Sigh …"
She sighed, and under the incredulous gazes of the old elves, she threw the thick genealogy of the Inferno Tribe that had been passed down for thousands of years on the ground. It recorded the history and glory of the tribe.
"Clan … Clan Leader!"
Several old elves turned pale with fright.
Phyrosil glanced at them and released the aura of Black Iron from her body.
For a moment, all the old elves quieted down and looked at her with pleading eyes.
Phyrosil avoided their gazes. Her voice was as cold as steel and carried an aura that could not be refuted.
"History is written by civilization. The carrier of the Silver Civilization is the elves themselves. If we can't even protect ourselves, then these books … are not worth it!"
"Look at the children in the tribe! We still have a future, we still have hope! We've lived a wandering life for our entire lives. We can't let them live the same life as us! "
After saying that, she used her old voice to issue an order.
"Everyone, throw away your weights and rations. Take only your weapons and protect the children. Break out of the encirclement at full speed!"
Seeing the respected clan leader like this, the elves hesitated for a moment before hardening their hearts and throwing the luggage in their hands on the ground.
For a moment, there were some sobs in the crowd.
The old elves' eyes were red as they pulled out their weapons. They looked at the luggage on the ground in grief and roared, "That's right.
"Break out! We'll break out! "
Countless magical radiances bloomed from their bodies.
These old elves who had lived until now might be very old, but they were also once the strongest warriors of the elven race!
Looking at her clansmen who had turned their grief into strength, Phyrosil felt a little dazed for a moment.
She seemed to have returned to the days when she led the Elven army to break out of the Elven Forest under the combined attacks of the Humans, Orcs, and Half-Dragons …
She took a deep breath and raised her Inferno Staff that had been passed down for thousands of years.
"Comrades, let's go! Let's go home! "
A dazzling Mana radiance was released from the staff, and the plants in front of it immediately opened up a path.
Third-circle spell, [Forest Command].
The two hundred or so elves began to change their formation. All of the elderly elves came to the outermost circle, with the elven warriors and elven patrols as the vanguard, and the mages, druids, and elven archers as the rear.
The youths carried the young elves on their backs and were protected in the middle of the team.
"Charge!"
They shouted and charged along the path opened by the Patriarch.
After they left, the plants closed up again, blocking the original path.
"Not good! Those elves are trying to break out! "
The expression of the orc scout who had been watching from afar changed. He quickly blew the horn again.
The orc team hidden in the Elven Forest also began to move under the guidance of the horn.
"Those scouts are sending a message, kill them!"
Hearing the horn of the scout, Sammir's expression changed and he roared at the elven hunters in the team.
A few elven hunters hesitated. They habitually aimed at the limbs of the other party.
At this moment, an elderly Elf snatched the bow and aimed at the Orc scout before shooting …
The arrow arrived in the blink of an eye and accurately pierced the orc's throat.
Then, the elderly elf looked at the hunters and said with red eyes.
"Look at the situation, don't be merciful! Think about how they have treated us all these years! Is your accurate archery just for target practice?! "
"Even if killing will cause us to fall into hell after death, we will kill our way out for the Inferno Tribe!"
Hearing his words, a trace of shame flashed across the faces of the elven hunters.
But soon, their expressions became firm as they raised their bows and arrows one after another.
The main force of the orcs finally intercepted the elves of the Inferno Tribe under the guidance of the horn.
Nearly a hundred fully armed orcs rushed out of the forest. Under the blessing of the priest's divine spell, their bodies flickered with the radiance of divine power and blocked the path of the elves.
At the same time, more orcs rushed over from further places in the forest.
"Don't leave any old elves alive, capture all the females and young elves alive!"
The priest leading the half blood orc team let out a loud shout.
"Hmph!"
Sammir let out a cold snort. Powerful magic power continued to gather in his body.
After receiving Eve's blessing, he had become a level 41 lower silver nature priest.
But in fact, he had another profession —
Druid.
At the same time as his nature priest profession was promoted, his druid profession was also promoted to lower silver!
This was the real reason why Eve chose him to search for the elves!
In order to protect the secret of the Mother Goddess, Sammir did not intend to use divine spells easily. But he could use the magic unique to druids.
Along with the rhythmic chanting of incantations, countless thick vines emerged from the soil and wrapped around the Half-Orcs that were charging forward.
"Middle-ranked druids!"
Among the orcs, the priest let out a strange cry and the momentum of the whole team stagnated.
Middle-ranked … That was already a silver existence.
In the entire Grotto Tribe, only the chief priest had this ability!
For a moment, the orcs were in chaos.
The old elves at the front of the team were invigorated. They took out their weapons and seized the opportunity to cut down the orcs.
However, if one observed carefully, they would find that the elves did not kill the orcs. As long as they lost the ability to fight, they would not chase after them …
Mercy …
It was the glory of the elves, but also the sorrow of the elves.
Sammir's magic was like a subversive weight thrown into the balance of the war.
Powerful control magic was cast. In the blink of an eye, the orcs' fighting strength was defeated by the elves who were fighting desperately.
However, even with the strength of a silver, Sammir could not control all the orcs.
There were still many orcs who rushed in and fought with the elves.
And the moment the battle started, the gap between them became apparent.
The old elves were old, while the orcs were mostly young and strong.
They had the upper hand in terms of physique and energy, and they received the order to kill the old elves. Thus … In just a moment, several old elves fell.
Looking at her dead clansmen, Phyrosil's eyes turned red.
Every old elf who lived until now was her comrade-in-arms.
And every old elf who had lived for a long time had grasped countless knowledge …
If it was in peacetime, every elder would be the most precious existence of the tribe.
But now, they had to risk their lives for the future of the tribe.
Phyrosil closed her eyes and suddenly opened them again.
She turned her grief into strength and kept casting magic shields for her clansmen in front of her while roaring.
"Kill! We'll kill our way out! "
The death of the old elves was not without effect. They also consumed the orcs' strength.
Under their desperate efforts, they actually tore through the encirclement!
Seeing the forest ahead, Sammir's eyes lit up as he shouted.
"We're going to break through! Everyone, work harder and quickly break away from the battle. Don't get entangled with the orcs! "
After saying that, he glanced at the injured old clansmen and gritted his teeth.
"The elders and the injured … stay behind!"
He then said to Phyrosil, "Phyrosil, break through and break through.
"Philosiel, you lead the clansmen to break out of the encirclement. I will stay behind to help cover the rear!"
Phyrosil's eyes narrowed. She wanted to say something, but seeing Sammir's resolute gaze, she could only nod.
"You … have to follow me."
After saying that, she raised her staff and shouted again.
"Break through!"
Then, she led the rest of her clansmen forward.
The expression of the priest hidden among the orcs changed.
"Not good! They're going to break through! Quick! Summon Sir Merril! We can't let them break through! "
The orc on the side received the order and quickly took out a horn and blew it at the sky.
"Wooo —"
The sound of the horn was extremely loud and spread far and wide.
Soon, countless birds flew out of the forest. They seemed to have been frightened and began to fly in all directions.
"Rua —"
An excited roar came from the sky.
"What's that sound?"
The elves immediately became extremely vigilant.
However, before they could even lift their heads, an enormous wave of suppression descended upon the scene.
Everyone, including the Beastmen, couldn't help but shudder at this moment.
A huge shadow loomed over the elves who had broken out of the encirclement.
Phyrosil slowly raised her head.
She saw a terrifying behemoth!
A ferocious appearance, jet-black scales, a skull-like head, and the iconic spikes and horns on top of its head …
Her pupils suddenly shrank, and she could not help but cry out in alarm.
"Black … Black Dragon!"
Black Dragon!
Segers. Among all the Megalosaurus in the world —
The most violent, despicable, evil, cruel, and infamous existence!
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