The elves in the Garden of Dawn were in front and the dark elves were behind, and a group of people were advancing towards the deeper corridor underground.

As we approached the core position of the Uktrashir branch step by step, the surrounding breath of life became more and more intense. In the end, a green mist was even formed that could be seen in the naked eye, lingering in the air. Just taking a sip makes you feel relaxed and happy and energetic.

This is also the only place in the entire elves kingdom that has not been destroyed by high-level elements.

After all, the breath of life is also an element. When its concentration reaches saturation, other elemental creatures cannot invade at all and can only linger on the outside. Therefore, all traces of the elves are completely preserved here.

I don’t know how long I walked forward, but finally, the light was revealed from the end of the corridor.

Walking out of the corridor, your vision suddenly became widened.

This is a huge underground space, the ground is covered with new green colors, and countless vines emitting bright light are entrenched at the top. These vines are like human blood vessels, and they will pulsate from time to time. With this pulsation, the surrounding breath of life will flow once.

In the center of the underground space, there is a lake carrying the water of light. The endless water surface reflects soft light, and the light waves formed by the random reflection jump around, giving people a feeling of stars everywhere.

In the middle of the lake, there is a tree palace made of wood like a large tree trolley, connected to the shore through a floating bridge formed by water lilies.

"It's here." said the elf elder, without explaining anything more.

But whether it is the dark elves who have long studied the royal court or Midi, who has rebirth memories, they all know where this place is.

The deepest part of the branch of Uktrashir, where the roots and hearts are located.

"Where are the seeds?" the dark elf suppressed his excitement and asked coldly.

"Please follow me." The elder said, and walked up the floating bridge made of water lilies until he came to the tree palace in the center. Then, he chanted a complex spell loudly. This spell was completely different from magic, and it was more like some ancient text. The one who could understand it was naturally the world tree itself.

With the sound of the spell, the tree palace gradually changed, and the originally flat ground began to gradually distort and deform, just like new buds growing from the ground, raising high and then blooming.

In an instant, a huge breath of life filled the entire space, so rich that it was impossible to breathe or even think. And at the moment when this huge aura came, a huge seed that was nearly one meter long and was even pulsing appeared in the tree palace.

"Seed of the Tree of Life!" Mason murmured in a low voice. In an instant, an irresistible ecstasy surged in his heart.

The magical artifact of the country, the way to build a country. When such an inestimable value is right in front of you and is within your reach, almost no one can remain calm and calm. What's more, this is the dark elf and the forces behind him, which have been prying for countless years and have been dreaming of it.

In an instant, Mason lost his mind.

And at this moment, Midie finally moved.

An extreme intention suddenly blew out from under the water, like an extremely thin but extremely sharp arrow, silently breaking through the water surface, but no waves splashed, directly penetrated the wooden wall panels of the tree palace from bottom to top, and then stabbed Mason in the room with great accuracy.

The strong murderous intent that surged out like a volcano erupted instantly made Mason wake up.

But at this time, the invisible and intangible extreme intention had already arrived in front of him. Not to mention fear, the dark elf didn't even have time to think, and could only dodge by instinct.

His eyes suddenly burst out with brilliance, and his speed suddenly increased by several levels. His body was as slippery as a living snake. Finally, at the last moment, he avoided the vital points.

Midie's extreme intention penetrated directly through his shoulders, bringing out a bright red bloodline.

"Damn it!" The intense pain distorted the dark elf's expression, but fortunately, although this attack was very painful, it did not hurt his muscles and his combat power was not damaged.

But, this is just the beginning of the attack.

Midi is a ghost swordsman and does not have much advantage in ambushing and sneak attacks. He never thought that he could kill an enemy of the same level as the "Nightmare Hand" with a sneak attack. The reason why he held his breath and seized this opportunity was just to seize an opportunity.

For Midi, a head-on attack is his real advantage.

The next moment, the young man who had been lurking for a long time jumped up from the lake, broke through the mirror-like water surface, and rushed directly into the tree palace with a little bit on the water lily under his feet.

"It's you!" Mason's pupils shrank suddenly, and he gritted his teeth and launched an attack.

The two guns in his hand instantly ejected a fatal dazzling light, and the gunshots continued to sound, forming a dense and crisp continuous sound that hit everyone's eardrums. Not only that, the light flowed in the dark elf's eyes, just like the clear springs of the two eyes, and the light never dissipated.

Roaming Gunner's status skill, focus.

This skill is similar to the brutality of a Berserker, but it does not have any sequelae. It will only bring some weakness to a certain extent after the state is over. It is a tough way to greatly improve combat effectiveness in a short period of time. It can be regarded as a trick for roaming gunmen to get under the box.

However, this move was gradually realized by the wandering gunmen several years after the fire of the Grand Forest.

In the 985th year of the Arad calendar, there shouldn't be any roaming gunman knowing this skill.

But at this moment, there was a roaming gunman who could almost be considered fully mastered and focused.

In an instant, the overwhelming rain of bullets suddenly made Midi's pace slow down, but his eyes were still calm, and it could even be said that there was a flame of excitement.

Following the lurking all the way, seizing the best opportunity to attack, blocking the enemy in the relatively narrow tree palace, and pulling the distance closer in one breath, Midi has done everything he can do. However, he is also very clear that if an adventurer aimed at the seed of the tree of life as his target, how dare he attack such a magic weapon of the country without extremely powerful strength?

Therefore, when the ambush did not take the opponent's life, Midi was unmoved. When the opponent used the powerful skill of "focus", Midi still moved forward!

Everything has been done to its best, and then there is only a head-on battle left.

Midi's mind flowed all over his body, and he focused all his attention and did not let go of every move of the other party.

Swords against guns, the disadvantages of swords are clear at a glance.

He had experienced the power of the dark elf in front of him before. Although the two were very close, only ten steps apart, Midi dared not be careless.

When the distance is close, the pressure of the melee profession is naturally greater, but it also brings greater danger, because the reaction time used to avoid bullets is almost zero.

At only ten steps, even Jiyi lost its effect. It does not mean that Jiyi cannot capture the movement of the bullet, but even if it is captured, Midi has no time to react. It is too late to wait until the opponent fires and then deal with it. The only thing Midi can do is to take the bullet first, read out the opponent's intention first, then block the ballistic with a sword in advance, and then wait for the opponent's bullet to hit it.

At this moment, Midie's entire attention was already focused on Mason.

The change in his body, the rotation of his muzzle, the movement of his muscles, the landing point of his eyes, and even the direction of his intention to move, everything was caught in Midie's eyes. Every time he blocked the next wave of attack, Midie was able to take a step closer.

Both sides were moving at an extremely fast speed in the not-wide space of the Tree Palace, one chasing and the other dodging, the distance was getting closer and the position was constantly changing. The sparks flowing out of Mason's two guns were gushing like rain, and from time to time, an extremely sharp light suddenly burst out from Midi's Black Sky Sword, and backwards were stabbed back.

The magic power shook, and the breath of life was swept away by killing intent at this moment, and wood chips scattered everywhere, like snowflakes.

The elves, including the elder, could only crouch in the corner at this moment, for fear of being affected by this terrible duel.

Ten steps, nine steps, eight steps, seven steps...

With exquisite blocking and strong counterattack, Midi is pulling the distance between the two sides step by step.

However, when he was only seven steps away, he could no longer make any progress.

Just as Midie gradually became familiar with Mason's shooting, Mason actually began to gradually become familiar with Midie's blocking.

The attacks of the dark elf began to become more and more varied, no longer so concise, no longer so domineering, but more complex as swordsmanship. Most of his attacks were no longer the kind of killer moves that pointed directly at the key points, but instead turned into feint attacks. Among the stray bullets shot around, a fatal attack full of murderous intent would appear from time to time.

This response gave Midi a headache. Although he was good at calculating and had experience after rebirth, he always had his limits. Moreover, he was playing fast attacks at this moment. With such a high-speed continuous shooting at such a close range, Midi could not predict everything after more movements of the dark elf.

Not only that, it becomes unlikely to even defend against all bullets.

The distance was still seven steps, but the gunshot technique that suddenly burst out with gorgeous light made both sides instantly change the offense and defense.

Should we keep the key points, sacrifice ourselves to get closer, or simply give up and completely open the distance?

These two choices flew across Midie's mind.

There seems to be only these two options for advancing or retreating.

However, the next moment, he did not make any choice between advance and retreat, but suddenly avoided a rain of bullets, turned his sword in his hand in an instant, and slashed a sword at the side.

With a "huh", an invisible energy gushed out from the sword. In the center of the tree palace, the seed that was emitting the breath of life all the time was instantly hit by this energy, like a watermelon hit by a hammer, shattered into countless splashing debris!

The elves in the distance were stunned.

The dark elf is even more terrified.

This priceless treasure, something that the people of this tribe have been thinking about for decades, was actually destroyed by this kid's casual sword?

Mason's heart suddenly felt extremely crazy anger and murderous intent.

However, the battle between life and death requires a calm mind that is so cold that the landslides and the mentality of the unchanging face. The irrepressible anger at this moment made Mason's psychological gap open.

And this is exactly what Midi wants.
Chapter completed!