"Master Eugene, there is a basin in front of you!

Those frightened rabbit-like elves led the forest races to assemble there!"

In the chaotic forest, a great magician in black robes walked quickly towards Eugene, and his respect and flattery made Eugene nod with satisfaction.

"Basin? It's a good cemetery, enough to bury those elves and horses!"

Looking towards the gradually lowering road in the distance, Eugene seemed to be in a very good mood!

smoothly!

The revenge plan went very smoothly, so smoothly that he was a little surprised...

Having learned from the past, we have to be cautious!

The traps and tricks that he had been worried about since he set out were completely unnecessary now!

There are no tree obstacles and no ambush by strange soldiers!

Those human soldiers only carried out two rounds of charges and took away some unimportant zombies. Then they went around to the side of the forest and hid in hibernation...

The defense line composed of men, horses and low-level elves was even more fragile in front of his undead army, just like Fenghua's earthen wall. With a slight push, it completely collapsed...

According to the human soldiers...

Go straight in!

The momentum is overwhelming!

That’s right!

Amid a burst of laughter, Eugene waved his hand and ordered the troops to surround the basin!

…

Valley of Silence!

One of the places that the centaurs and horses focus on guarding is the habitat of forest unicorns!

A small basin surrounded by green grass, tens of meters deep and no more than ten kilometers in diameter, full of vitality and sanctity...

But since Gianna’s visit a year ago, this place has completely changed!

The world of ice and snow in the center of the basin was replaced by a crystal clear lakeside.

But in this lake, which is contaminated by even a trace of dust, there is not even a small fish...

"Santor...are you sure this is the goddess's decision?

Check with your people, I don't want to be surrounded by those bastards here!

You'd better give me a definite answer!"

Calm lakeside, without a trace of wind...

But Scarander, who brought all his subordinates here according to the goddess's oracle, could not calm down.

Because, even with his elm-headed head, he understands...

In such a low-lying and enclosed area, once they are surrounded by enemies, what will be waiting for them...

"Quiet...Skarander!"

Santor sighed.

He simply bandaged the wound on his arm that was scratched by the zombies, and his eyes were filled with tiredness...

"Your heroic performance in the face of undead creatures has changed my view of you...

But now...

Back to square one again!

Calm and calm!

Where did the quality of your superior elf go?"

Being questioned several times, Santor became a little impatient.

After being scolded by him for a few words, Scarander fell into silence again...

The unicorn, sensing the crisis, has already gone into hiding, and several low-level elf troops are also retreating to the lakeside.

Several undead troops scattered in the forest began to encircle here, and piercing screams and deep roars were heard!

"It's undead creatures, they are coming here!"

"The dwarves retreat, the long-eared elves... go to ambush in the woods?"

"The gray elves... move those monsters to the periphery to protect those races that are not good at fighting!"

"The tree man and the flower demon retreated to the lake. They have a fire magic array..."

The shouts of several low-level elf captains made Scarander and Santor's hearts sink!

And not surprisingly...

"Boom...boom...boom..."

Several violent explosions came from a distance. The deafening sound and the sky-high flames heralded the beginning of the decisive battle...

A last-ditch battle...

The current forest race has absolutely no way out...

“Gather... don’t scatter!

There are too many of them, don’t rush over rashly!”

Santor, who looked gloomy, was still trying to reverse the situation of the battle, but he and Scarander also understood that even if reinforcements did arrive now, they wanted to outflank the enemy from outside the Silent Lake and annihilate it...

These people trapped by the lake will also be buried with them...

"The goddess... gave up on us?

Want to use us...as bait?"

Santor's face turned pale...

Looking at the tribesmen who were fighting continuously, and the forest races who were trembling by the lake after being rescued...

For the first time in his life, he questioned the goddess he believed in...

"impossible!"

Scarander's decisive answer shocked Santor's spirit!

"The Forest Goddess will not abandon his people!

Just like I will not abandon myself as a companion!

Fighting to the last moment is my mission and my belief in the forest!"

Clenching his fists hard, Scarander's eyes widened, but there was no trace of confusion in his clear eyes.

The serious tone and the crazy surge of magic power made Santor a little surprised...

"Okay...I...discovered another advantage of yours, one of the few!"

Patting him hard on the shoulder, Santor smiled heartily.

But before he could continue to say something...

"Boom..."

A black magic flame flew towards...

"Santor, be careful!"

Pushing back the men and horses beside him, Scarander held up the white barrier, and the explosion of space power blocked the flames with a strong corrosive atmosphere in front of him!

“Pah…pah…pah…

Yes, the prince of the elves!"

Amidst monotonous applause, Eugene, who was surrounded by seven magisters, strolled to the lakeside and looked at Scarander through the path cleared by his attack.

"Asshole...the forest will punish you!"

After a flash of fire, nearly a hundred elves and horses along the way disappeared into ashes...

Santor was trembling all over, his eyes were blood red, and his thick hooves were constantly digging at the ground...

"Calm down, Santor!

It’s not over yet!”

He yelled to suppress him, but the killing intent in Scarander's eyes was no less than his!

"A good tomb that combines the temperament and beliefs of the elves!

But you can rest assured, I won’t let you rot easily!”

He waved his hand gently to disperse the floating smoke. Looking at the army of undead that had poured into the basin, Eugene touched his aquiline nose and smiled gloomily.
To be continued...