Tiger Tree Castle.

This is a fortress grown around sixteen big trees. It is full of vines on the outside, but it has a unique world on the inside.

When you are in the tree castle, the elves can shoot arrows with peace of mind, use spell skills, and attack external enemies.

Despite this, this is useless.

Or meaningless.

Because the Forest of Silence is located behind the Elf Clan, there will be basically no foreign enemies.

Therefore, the only meaning of its existence is to attract human races and fight with them.

Canaan is sitting in front of a window in the tree fort at this moment.

He was holding a poisonous wood of arrows and gently cut it with the knife in his hand. After making an arrow, he tied the tail feather and placed it into the quiver.

A female elf came over: "Tell me about Captain Ella, ask you how it is here."

"Tell her that no enemy has been found. Also, I have a feeling that they will attack here tonight." Canaan replied.

"Yes!" The female elf did not raise any doubts about Canaan's intuition.

The intuition of the elves is very keen, and when it is right, it is often much more accurate than the incorrect.

Of course, as long as there is an incorrect time, you cannot rely entirely on it, so the female elf is only responsible for reporting, and the decision-making power is still in the hands of the captain.

The night harrier flew over with its wings and soon flew into another tree fort.

The female elf with a falcon on her shoulder caught Ye Harrier. The Ye Harrier gurgled and screamed at her a few times, and then turned into light and dissipated.

The female elf lowered her head and pondered for a while, and said, "Notify and prepare to set off."

"yes!"

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The night is dark.

A large group of professionals are rushing to the road with the help of the night.

Finally, after a while, they saw the goal.

A tree fort with shining lights.

"It should be the Tiger Tree Fort there." Hanmo compared the map, confirmed the location, and nodded to Xia Ning with satisfaction: "You did a pretty job!"

Xia Ning didn't feel happy: "I'll remind you again that the map came too easily, and no one can make sure it was a trap set by the elves."

"If they want to deal with us, why should we use traps? Isn't it enough to just put the troops in the border?" Someone didn't understand.

"I guess it has something to do with the rules." Xia Ning replied: "A hundred professionals enter the territory of the old servant clan. If there is no rule limit, we will be eaten without any bones. The gods must have put various restrictions on them so that they cannot deal with us at will."

“What are the restrictions?”

"That's exactly what we need to know, and this information is worth even more than that equipment."

"But I want equipment more." Yinzha licked his lips and looked at the tree castle in front of him, with a greedy luster flashing in his eyes.

As a shield guard, it is so painful to have no shield.

"Whether it is a trap or not, you have to try it... The alliance needs the goal to act together. You guys, take two teams there, you guys, go there. You guys, go ahead and check it out." Hanmo commanded.

Although I was not very convinced of Hanmo's command, everyone understood the meaning of unity at this time, so most people still followed the meaning.

But everyone has their own ideas.

"I said, why should we go to investigate? They don't go by themselves?" a professional muttered as he walked.

"Because we are Shadow Thorns, we are the most suitable for this."

"But I don't even have a dagger now, only a bone made of a beast's teeth. That damn alchemist is not even willing to help me make a decent dagger."

"Isn't that because you don't have the materials?"

"But he has!"

"Come on, man, don't always think about other people's."

"But they said they wanted to be united."

"Then do things first, don't just worry about complaining."

"Shh!"

The profession who was walking in the front turned around and raised his fingers and shrewd.

They came to the bottom of the tree castle and looked up.

A professional leaped up the tree and climbed upwards.

When he arrived at the entrance of the tree castle, he looked inside a window for a while, and the man said to the bottom: "There is not a single elf inside!"

The others were stunned when they heard this and entered the tree castle one after another.

Sure enough, there was no one inside.

"Look!" Someone pushed open a door and screamed excitedly.

Everyone rushed over and saw that the door was full of equipment.

"Great! They are all level 40 weapons and armor. Now they are developed!" Several professionals rushed in and cheered with weapons.

The cheers quickly attracted the attention of other professionals.

"What happened?" Hanmer was surprised.

"It seems they found a lot of equipment there...no elves," Katherine replied.

Hearing this, all the professionals behind were excited and ran towards the tree castle.

"Hey, don't go over! Don't mess up the formation!" Hanmo shouted.

But at this time he said that no one listened to this.

Everyone is afraid of missing out on opportunities, they are too eager to get weapons.

Nearly a hundred professionals rushed to the tree fort at the same time, and no longer had the idea of ​​concealing their bodies - there were no elves anyway, right?

However, although there are many weapons and equipment in the Tree Fort, they cannot meet everyone's needs in the end. Not only that, but what's more serious is that most of the equipment here is for law and war positions, but there are almost no assassination positions or bow positions.

This makes the competition even more chaotic.

"Hey, put that axe down, it's mine."

"Why? I got it first."

"But you are just an assassin, what do you want to do with an axe?"

"Because there is no dagger here, what can I do?"

"Then give it to me!"

"What are you going to exchange for?"

"I have nothing."

"Then don't think about it."

"You are fucking looking for death!"

There are more and more quarrels like this, and more and more intense.

Some people are constantly joining the tide of competition for equipment, and some irritable people can't help but fight.

"Get out!"

The violent fist blasted the opponent away and grabbed the battle axe with wild force. Grimov let out a roar.

As a Kievan Rus, the nature of a polar bear is to solve problems with fists and not use other means.

He knocked his opponent away and held up the battle axe, Grimov even gave his opponent a disdainful look.

This behavior seriously angered the other party: "You damn bastard, do you really think you can win?"

The professional who was beaten to the point of bleeding from nose picked up a candlestick, flashed, appeared directly behind Grimov's head, and stabbed him in the neck.

Grimov grabbed the candlestick with a grab, and he grinned: "A profession like an assassin is always worthy of sneaky action in the shadows."

He knocked him to the ground with one blow.

"Who the fuck did you say is sneaky?"

"Grimov, you bastard!"

Grimov's words undoubtedly angered a group of people, including those who are now mimicking assassins, and even those who are assassins.

An arc of light suddenly appeared in the crowd. Someone attacked Grimov. A bloody flower splashed out from behind Grimov. He raised his head and howled: "Sneak attack bastard!"

Turn around and slash it down with an axe.

Earth-breaking slash!

This rude and violent guy didn't know who attacked him, so he simply attacked him indiscriminately.
To be continued...