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"I won't leave!" The young elf man, who was two meters tall but looked a little thin, looked down at the old-fashioned grandfather, shook his head stubbornly and said, "Grandpa. Even if I die here today, I will die with you! I will not run away. Our elf man does not allow cowards to exist."

After saying that, he turned around and looked at his younger brother standing beside him like an iron tower behind him, and said, "Shuma. Let's protect grandpa together."

"Okay, brother!" Xiuma, who was the same height as Xius, but his figure was much stronger than his brother, nodded firmly, without any hesitation. He looked at Xius, and the other party's eyes also flashed with a firm gaze like himself.

The conversation between the two brothers seemed very tragic. In fact, the environment they were in at this time could indeed be described as tragic. Although there were still hundreds of young archers in the family who were trying their best to protect their three people, with the three encirclements of the human heavy armored swordsman, the hundreds of elves on the outermost side had already suffered casualties.

Although the hundreds of guards who protected the old patriarch and the Shishuma brothers were still aiming and shooting, everyone could see that a hint of fear gradually appeared on their faces.

The old patriarch glanced around quickly, then he turned his eyes to the army of human swordsmen who suddenly stopped attacking in the distance, and turned anxiously to the guards of the two elves around him and said, "Now we are surrounded by them three ways. There is still the last way to escape, Xius. I order you in the name of the former patriarch, and leave me immediately. Take your brother Xiuma with me, and do not resist."

As soon as the old patriarch finished speaking, anger appeared on the faces of Xius and Xiuma. They were not angry at their grandfather's drive away, but hated the humans who forced their elves into desperate situations. The army of swordsmen in heavy armor seemed to be a group of devils who had betrayed their souls in the eyes of the two brothers, who were brutally and ruthlessly killing their compatriots.

"Grandpa!" "Grandpa!" Xius and Xiuma spoke almost at the same time to express their resistance, but unfortunately, their resistance did not have any effect.

Ten elite guards selected from the hundreds of elves guards took action to control the hands of the two brothers Xius and Xiuma at almost the same time. They didn't even give the opportunity to say something again, so they stuffed their mouths with two broken steps at the same time, as if treating a serious offender, and worked together to force the future star of the two elves away from here.

However, when they left the old patriarch, they couldn't bear to look back at the old patriarch whose skin had become wrinkled like an old tree bark. A tear almost rolled in the eyes of the ten elves guards at the same time, but no one really let it shed, but gritted their teeth and left the tears that were hard to vent in their hearts.

The army of heavy armored swordsmen, with thousands of troops, stopped more than ten meters in front of the Elf House, and took a pose of being alert at all times. They did not dare to be careless and stared vigilantly at the row of wooden fences in front of them. The elves sabers with green skin, pointed ears and green eyes held their breath without saying a word.

"Surrender." At this time, a loud voice suddenly came from behind the swordsman army. The sound was very far away from here as soon as you heard it. However, because the master who made this sound was extremely powerful, every member of the elf clan heard it very clearly.

"Submit your surrender! If you want us to surrender, don't think so!" A young man with a hot temper in the elf couldn't help but curse loudly.

As soon as he finished speaking, the human voice just now did not rush to answer. Instead, he chuckled coldly twice and said calmly: "Are all the people in your elves having a hot temper like you? If they are all like this, I really appreciate your courage.

However, the current situation seems to be very unfavorable to you. Surrender is your best choice. As long as you surrender, I promise to treat you with the best manners. However, I want to tell the friend I just talked to. Unfortunately, I don’t like the tone you spoke to me just now.

And I am a person who will never show mercy to those who hate it. So even if you surrender later, I will not let you go."

The voice was cold and provocative at the beginning, but when the last sentence was spoken, his tone changed significantly, and it became colder. It was obvious that the speaker was angry. However, his words were obviously using sticks and bread to coerce the surviving elves, causing the internal shaking.

As it turned out, his words really worked in the end, and they were not ordinary, which actually caused a lot of commotion among the elves who had been silent.

"As long as you surrender, you will treat us with the best manners. Isn't that what he will not kill us?"

"Not that. Not only that, judging from the tone of this man's speech, he seemed to be the leader of these swordsmen's army, and what he said should be credible."

"But don't you think he is lying? You know, he is a human, and we are the elves. How can humans and elves get along with each other? If he is really good to us, why should he attack us?"

"Yes. And we also chose to attack when our elves have the weakest strength. This human is not trustworthy."

"Damn it! If the five elders in our clan had not died one after another because their lifespan reached their limit, how could our elves be afraid of these humans?"

"Old patriarch! What should we do?" At the end of the commotion, whether it was willing to surrender or planned to live and die with the Elf House, all the tribe members who were willing to surrender or wanted to die and live and die with the Elf House, handed over the decision among them. The old patriarch who was once powerful but had already entered his twilight years, one of the representatives asked.

The elves have been passed down for many years, and the elves have been passed down for many generations during the period. The time has been far beyond the founding history of the country to which these swordsmen belong. How can a race with such a long history be easily destroyed in its own hands?

The old patriarch was unwilling to see the tribes around him who had just entered his prime and had not even completed half of his life's progress died before his own eyes. If possible, he would definitely choose to surrender without hesitation. However, the old patriarch could not surrender at this time.

Because he knew very well that the reason why these soldiers attacked the Elf House was simply to accept orders. The real command of the soldiers was the master who had just spoken and used a magic trick to transmit the voice from a distant front to this place.

The old patriarch lived for more than a thousand years. Although he had never taken a elves in this generation, he had no knowledge of it. Even as soon as he heard what the human who didn't want to show up just now, he had already figured out what the real reason for the other party's sudden attack war was at the weakest moment in his clan.

A wise look appeared in the old patriarch's eyes. He looked ahead deeply and sighed, "Children. I know that many of you must not die at such a young age, because our elves have a lifespan of ten times longer than humans. But have you ever thought about what their purpose is for suddenly invading?"

As soon as this statement was made, no matter whether it was the tribe members who had been shaken in their hearts and had the intention to surrender, or the tribe members who had been loyal to the elves from beginning to end, they were stunned. At the same time, they held their breath and began to think deeply. After a moment, all the elves around the old clan leader suddenly realized and took a deep breath at the same time, and all the deep green eyes showed "so that's it".

"Yes." The old patriarch nodded affirmatively. His eyes suddenly condensed and he said seriously: "The swordsman who surrounded us is just a chess.

The one who really wants to kill us is the person who spoke just now, and he should be their commander. Therefore, this invasion is not because all humans have the idea of ​​extermination of us, but because the commander wants to use this time when our tribe is weak, to get what he wants by invading our tribe."

Speaking of this, the old patriarch's expression suddenly darkened and he whispered: "I don't know how this commander knows that our elves have the skills to practice bow skills, but he definitely wants this thing.

Fortunately, I had handed him over to Seus in advance, but for the safety of Seus and Seusma, we must not say this. Of course, even if anyone says it, I don't think the commander would believe that what he wants is no longer here. Children."

The old patriarch's eyes suddenly changed. He smiled and looked at the young people around him with a heart-warming smile, and said apologizing: "I'm sorry for you. Xius and Xiuma just escaped here. They are the last hope of our elves. Today, no matter whether we surrender or not, as long as the commander can't find what he wants, I think even if anyone surrenders, he will not let you go.

Therefore, we must persist in resisting, and only when we swear to resist to the death, the longer the commander will believe that things are still here, and the more hopeful the Seus and Shuma will escape this disaster. Children, please allow me to ask you in the name of the last patriarch to fight with me to the end!"

Silence, long-lasting silence.

The old patriarch's words made all the elves' hearts clear like fog. After listening to the old patriarch's words, each elves' eyes stagnated and fell into deep thoughts. The old patriarch who told all his thoughts in his heart slowly turned around without any expression on his face, and walked step by step towards the army of human swordsmen.

His figure is very thin, and his green skin is already thin, like an old tree bark that has been spent for many years. The wrinkles on his face are like a dozen ravines being drawn on his face. He is extremely old and his eyes are even more dull.

However, after a simple statement of "Fight to the end!" from hundreds of elves tribes, his spirit was immediately revived.

Although the whole person had no obvious expression, his eyes seemed to have been injected with countless tangible energy, and in an instant he emitted dazzling light. His waist was even straight, and he seemed to have been hundreds of years younger, and in a blink of an eye, revealing a sense of confidence from the inside out and the momentum of being unyielding to anyone.

In just a moment, all the soldiers of swordsmen who saw this scene were stunned.

Lep, who had been directing the tent to feel the situation in the battlefield with his breath, frowned immediately. He angrily pulled out the long sword in his arms and slashed at the tent in front of him. A light sound of gauze being torn apart suddenly came out, and at the same time he also brought out Lep's roar like a roar of wind: "Kill me!"
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