Hearing Samir's words, the members of the Flame Tribe had a hint of hesitation for a moment.

A trembling old elf reluctantly touched the luggage in his hand, lifted a corner, revealing thick and old books with gorgeous patterns engraved.

His voice was bitter:

"This... these are all paper classics that we brought out from the Elf Forest when we fought to the death. They are the thousand-year inheritance of the Elf Clan. If we abandon it, that Elf Clan..."

Samir glanced at him in a complicated manner and sighed:

"The Mother Goddess has returned, and civilization can continue, but if all the elves die, there will be nothing."

Feiluosier touched the heavy family tree of the Flame Tribe she carried, and turbid tears flashed across the corners of her eyes.

"well……"

She sighed, and under the unbelievable eyes of the old elves, she cruelly threw the rich genealogy of the Flame clan that had been passed down for thousands of years and recorded countless tribe history and glory on the ground...

"Clan...Clan leader!"

Several old elves were shocked.

Fei Luosier glanced at them and released the black iron upper aura on his body...

For a moment, all the old elves calmed down and looked at her with a pleading look.

Filosil avoided their gaze, his voice as cold as iron, and with an unrefutable momentum:

"History is written by civilization, and the carrier of silver civilization is ultimately the elves themselves. If we cannot even protect ourselves, these classics... don't want them!"

"Look at the children of the tribe! We still have a future and we still have hope! We have lived a life of displaced life for the rest of our lives, and we can't let them live our usual life!"

After saying that, she ordered in an old voice:

"Everyone, leaving behind the load and dry food, with only weapons, protecting the children to break through at full speed!"

Seeing that the respected old patriarchs were like this, the elves hesitated for a moment, and then they made up their minds to throw the luggage in their hands on the ground.

For a moment, some cries appeared in the crowd.

The old elves had red eyes, pulled out their weapons, looked at the luggage on the ground in grief, and roared:

"Break through! Let's break through!"

Countless magical brilliance bloomed from them.

Although these old elves who have lived to this day are already very old, they are also the most powerful warriors of the elves!

Looking at the tribe members who turned grief into strength, Feiluosier felt a little dazed for a moment.

She seemed to have returned to the day when she led the Elf Legion and desperately broke through the Elf Forest under the blocking of humans, orcs and half-dragons...

Taking a deep breath, she raised her Fiery Staff that had been passed down for thousands of years:

"Parts, let's go! Let's go home!"

The dazzling magical light was released from the staff, and the plants in front of them immediately made way for themselves.

Three-ring magic, [Jungle Command].

More than 200 elves began to change their formations, and all the elderly elves came to the outermost periphery, backed by elves warriors and elves parades, mages, druids and elves shooters.

The young and strong men carried young elves and were protected in the middle of the team.

"rush!"

They shouted and charged along the path pioneered by the patriarch.

After they left, the plants closed again, covering the original road.

"No! Those elves want to break through!"

The orc scout who had been keeping his eyes in the distance changed his expression and quickly blew the horn again.

The orc team hidden in the Elf Forest also began to act under the guidance of the horn.

"The scouts are passing messages and killing them!"

Hearing the scout's horn, Samir's expression changed and he shouted at the elves hunters in the team.

Several elves hunters were hesitant and they habitually aimed at each other's limbs.

At this time, an elderly elf snatched the bent bow, aimed at the orc scout and shot it...

The arrow arrived in an instant and accurately pierced the orc's throat.

Then, the old elf looked at the hunters and said with red eyes:

"It's time, don't be kind anymore! Think about how they treated us over the years! Is your precise archery just for target shooting?!"

"Even if the killing will cause us to fall into hell after death, we will still fight for the Flame Tribe!"

After hearing his words, a hint of ashamed flashed across the faces of several elf hunters.

But soon, their expressions became firm and they raised their bows and arrows one after another.

The main team of the orcs finally intercepted the elves of the Flame Tribe under the guidance of the horn.

Nearly a hundred fully armed orcs rushed out of the forest. With the blessing of the priest's magic, the light of divine power flashed on their bodies, blocking the elves' way forward.

At the same time, more orcs came from farther away in the forest.

"No old elves are left, and they will capture all the women and young elves alive!"

In the orc team, the priest led the team shouted.

"snort!"

Samir let out a cold snort, and powerful magic power continued to gather on him.

After accepting Eve's divine favor, he has become a level 41 silver inferior natural priest.

But in fact, he has another profession

Druid.

While the natural priest profession was promoted, his druid profession was also received feedback and was also promoted to the lower position of silver!

This is also the real reason why Eve chose to let him find the Elf tribe!

In order to protect the secret of the mother god, Samir did not intend to use divine arts easily, but the magic that belongs to the druids can be used.

With the ups and downs of spells, countless thick vines emerged from the soil and entangled the orcs that rushed up.

"Middle Druid!"

Among the orcs, the priest let out a strange cry, and the entire team was stunned.

Intermediate level...that is already the existence of silver.

Only the chief priest has this strength in the entire cave tribe!

For a moment, the orcs were a little confused.

The old elves in front of the team were excited. They drew out their weapons and seized the opportunity to cut the unlucky orcs to the ground.

However, if you observe carefully, you will find that the elves did not kill all the orcs. As long as they lose their combat power, they will no longer chase them...

kindness……

It is the glory of the elves and the sorrow of the elves.

Samir's magic is like a subversive weight put into the balance of war.

The powerful control magic was exerted, and the orcs' combat power was almost instantly in a flash. Facing the desperate elves, they were good at hand-to-hand combat, and they were defeated in a short time.

However, even with the strength of silver, Samir could not control all the orcs.

There were still many orcs rushing in and fighting with the elves.

And as soon as we get into the battle, the gap is reflected.

The elderly elves are old, while the orcs are mostly young and strong.

They had the upper hand in their physique and energy, and received the order to kill the old elves, so... in just a moment, several old elves fell down.

Looking at the tribe members who died in battle, Filosil's eyes turned red.

Every old elf who has lived to this day is her comrade-in-arms.

And every old elf who has experienced a long time has also mastered countless knowledge...

If it is in a peaceful era, every elder is the most precious existence of the ethnic group.

But now, they have to fight to the future of their ethnic group.

Filosil closed his eyes and opened them again.

She turned her grief into strength, and roared while constantly applying magic shields to the tribe members ahead:

"Kill! Let's fight out!"

The old elves' deaths in battle were not ineffective, they also consumed the power of the orcs.

After working hard, they actually tore open the encirclement!
To be continued...