You have to say that the elves are one of the most successful creations of the Creator in this world, with an almost perfect appearance, a long life, and an extraordinary attribute.

Although the growth rate is very slow, and whether you can further develop on the path of a professional depends mainly on your natural advantages, and you cannot rely more on personal efforts like humans to make progress.

But elves are still the object of envy of countless species.

For players, how to become a elves is a very hot topic. No one has succeeded so far, but some people are using various methods to win the favorability of the elves.

For biologists from all over the world, studying the elves' DNA and other institutions in the game is also a very important topic.

Although this cannot be done by relying on the technical level in the game, using magic to replace technology has been listed as a world-class topic, and the arrival of this day is foreseeable.

At this time, the elves showed some fear. They may have become experienced professionals in hundreds of years of life.

But when they faced the completely mutated companion in front of them, they seemed a little overwhelmed. They were afraid that they would become so disgusting one day.

"My brother, do you remember what you experienced before?" Legolas traveled the world with the Demon Hunter for decades, and he has seen the consequences of many chaos erosions.

He knew very well about the physical mutations of Nurgre believers, and at the same time he knew that in the land contaminated by Nurgre, such unconscious mutations would never have a chance to return to normal.

Even if a priest performs purification techniques, it is not possible. This pollution is too strong. There is no other way except to give them eternal liberation.

As time goes by, this pollution will quickly corrode the originally pure soul. It won’t take long to become the most determined believers of Nurgle.

Only when they still have reason, they use flames to purify their bodies and use pain to cleanse their souls.

"What are you talking about?" said the mutant elf, a little crazy: "Don't waste time, I'll take you to see the crops I planted!"

The mutant elves shook their heads and turned to the direction they came. While walking, they turned around and greeted others: "Don't be polite, I survived recently with them, and the taste is pretty good!"

"I don't think it's great, but you have the final say whether to go over or not." Karu, a native of Youtonheim, waved his axe, and the tattoo on his face looked a little confused.

The Berserker has seen too many unheard enemies and events in the past few days, which has made his heart heavier and heavier. He doesn't know if his tribe can survive such an enemy.

More importantly, his tribe members are all outstanding warriors, but are they willing to fight such enemies?

Can they accept this ending that is far more terrifying than death?

"I think the words of the witch make sense, and we don't need to waste time here." Druid Gastra grabbed Legolas: "I'm afraid that your people will be scared by what they see and lose the courage to move forward."

"Master, I understand what kind of scenes I might face, but..." The Elf Knight looked back at his subordinates. After losing two companions and seeing the miserable situation of the missing person, the Elf seemed a little depressed.

Although they remained alert, Legolas, who had known these elves for hundreds of years, knew that deep down they were already afraid.

Fear the cruelty and chaos of chaos, fearing the end that is more terrifying than death.

Especially when they still had a way out, the large moon elves ship from the outer sea had already docked on the coastline, intending to withdraw all the elves on the far south continent and leave this continent that has become no longer safe.

"I hope that during this journey, I will get a group of soldiers who dare to face chaos. For the future of the elves, we must adapt to the battlefield here." Legolas gritted his teeth: "Let's go!"

Deep down, Legolas did not have much expectations for the "Ark" plan created by the Elf King Court.

When he ventured with Aragon, he realized that compared to the continuous battles and sacrifices of human beings, the elves seemed too weak in the face of this catastrophe.

Elves are more likely to be deceived by chaos than humans, and it may be the consequences of this background.

Ranger Alex quietly said to the witch: "Are we just following an elf who obviously has problems? What if we are ambushed?"

"Believe me, those Chaos monsters wouldn't have thought of such a clever plan, otherwise we would have been defeated long ago." Aifelal silently added a layer of psychic shield to himself: "I hope you still have the appetite to eat later."

The silver-haired witch's words are right.

The food that the mutant elves relied on in this forest made all the elves except Legolas spit out their lunch.

In a rare open space, several elves and human corpses were fixed on wooden racks, and their semi-rotten bodies were covered with mushrooms.

What's even more disgusting is that these corpses that seem to have completely lost their lives will also have knee jumping reactions when the mutant elves pick mushrooms.

Just as they still feel, whenever the mutant elves take down a mushroom, another mushroom will squeeze out the skin and grow out in other places.

The mushrooms on the head of the mutant elf look the same as the types of these mushrooms.

So what are the states of those corpses? It is also very intriguing.

In this garden eroded by the realm of the kind father Nurg, the boundary between life and death has become blurred, which depends entirely on the personal preferences of the evil god Nurg.

And this kind of preference is obviously not understood by a normal life.

"Give them a purified fire, elves, or their souls will completely sink here." A flame ignited in the palm of the silver-haired witch's hand: "If you can't do it, I can do it for you."

"Legolas, it's time to leave, we can't save him." The Druid looked at the elves behind him, feeling that it was a wrong decision to stay here.

"I'll do it myself." The Elf Knight took out a beautifully shaped torch from the space bag, and a magic circle with simple lines was engraved in it. As the Elf shook the torch lightly, the flames burst out from it.

The mutant elves stared blankly at the tribe holding a torch in front of them, as if they had completely lost consciousness and became almost no different from the "crops" next to them.

In the flames, all sins are burned to ashes.
Chapter completed!