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When Ron's boots touched the ground of the elven world, they felt softer than he had expected.

Most of the world is covered by forests, with few deserts or barren places.

The whole world is full of life.

But now, that vitality is fading away.

On this small battlefield.

At least three million soldiers have fallen on both sides.

These are all extraordinary beings who have embarked on the path of cultivation.

And so they died silently, like blades of grass.

If we include the other lives lost or injured in the impact, the number reaches tens of millions.

The earth had long been stained with blood.

It was muddy and slippery when mixed with soil.

Ron stepped onto this patch of ground, stained with blood.

However, he didn't have much time to reflect.

This time, five more demigods joined the human side.

Ron, Margaret, and Victoria already make up three of them.

The other two are also crispy.

They are converging on Ron.

He became the core of this landing force.

At this moment, the nearly one million-strong human coalition was all closely united around Ron.

The next moment, magic surged in Victoria's hand.

The domain of the Mirror of Breath unfolds.

A pale blue halo covered the battlefield for dozens of miles.

pity.

The results this time were very poor.

The realm encompasses far too many extraordinary beings.

There are quite a few second- and third-order beings among them.

With all of them resisting and breaking free, the restrictive effect of the Mirror of Wind was greatly weakened.

After all, the Mirror of Wind is only a quasi-world treasure.

It's not quite as incredible as it seems.

If it is a true world-class treasure from a specific domain.

Let alone the small battlefield that Ron was facing.

It can cover an area of ​​several hundred kilometers, guaranteeing that you'll have trouble walking.

pity.

The world of Terran currently does not have any world treasures of the realm type.

Ron had heard that the Citadel also possessed a world treasure.

But it seems to be functional; Ron has never seen it in person.

Logically speaking, the Terran world has been conquering the mechanical world for over thirty years.

Most of what needed to be digested has been digested.

The major human powers plundered humanity to the point of near extinction.

They should be able to gather enough materials for one or two world-class treasures.

I just don't know when it will be able to be built.

It also depends on luck.

Similar to the mechanical world, the elf world also has world treasures.

And there will be more, if not more!

Currently, the only world treasure the opponent has revealed is the Scepter of Withering and Flourishing!

This is the world-secret treasure of the Forest Royal Court, one of the five major elven races.

The staff is made from the core of the World Tree trunk, with grass and wood patterns winding and flowing along the staff.

At the top of the staff, there is a flower bud, which is forever cycling between blooming and withering.

It governs the laws of life and death of all things, and can command a thousand miles of forest with a single thought.

When activated, thousands of giant trees rose from the ground, and thorns and vines grew wildly and intertwined.

It can construct layers upon layers of forest barriers to hinder the enemy, and it can also summon a large number of ancient war trees and plant spirits to the battlefield, transforming them into a massive military force for attacking cities and defending against enemies.

Furthermore, every blade of grass and every tree in the entire forest can become the owner's eyes and ears, allowing them to perceive all movements near and far.

The wielder can also make pacts with various natural creatures, summoning them to aid in battle when necessary.

The human alliance suffered a great loss in the face of this world treasure.

They were already in the woods.

The other party swept the withering and flourishing scepter.

The trees, vines, and roots entangled them as if they were possessed by madness.

It's almost as if I'm trapped in a domain-type world treasure.

Furthermore, it is a domain treasure with considerable offensive capabilities.

This treasure is controlled by the Elf King of the Forest Court.

The opponent, relying on this world-class treasure, fought two opponents with ease.

There's also time to give the Elf Legion some breathing room to stack various life buffs.

Therefore, after Ron and his men arrived.

The first person they targeted was this Elf King.

After all, who wouldn't be envious of the world's most treasured artifacts!

Unfortunately, someone was one step ahead.

Because of the arrival of five demigods on Ron's side.

In order to prevent the battle from collapsing, the elves gritted their teeth and sent two more demigods to entangle the enemy.

One is an elemental wind whisper elf demigod, who looks like an old man.

If an elf can grow into an old man, then he must have lived for a very long time.

The other is an ancient giant owl with a huge body – the Mist Thunder Owl.

It is the leader of the Thunder Owl clan, which dwells in the canopy of the World Tree.

The Wind Whisperer Demigod is my neighbor.

The two worked well together; they should survive blocking five demigods.

This freed the three demigods who had descended earlier.

They all rushed toward the direction of the Elf King.

Only one demigod was stopped along the way, while the other two demigods successfully joined the siege.

They are Benjamin and Heinrich, the Pirate King.

The two who were originally besieging the enemy were the Bronze Dragon of the Glory Empire and its Dragon Knight, Rex.

Both are the kind that are thick-skinned and tough, but not very agile.

Facing the Elf King who wielded the Scepter of Withering and Flourishing, they were being completely toyed with.

So, they were facing two guys who wanted to steal their loot.

Although he was dissatisfied, he only snorted coldly and did not stop it.

Now the Elf King is facing an attack from four demigods, especially since one of them is a cunning demigod mage.

For a moment, it really did feel like we were on the verge of collapse.

The longer the battle drags on, the less likely the elves are to win.

Because the magic mercury dragon over there will be coming in soon.

Time is biased towards humanity.

But just when the situation was looking so good, and the idea that the outcome was already decided began to emerge in the minds of the human side.

A streak of light, as fast as lightning, shot out from the dense forest.

The shockwave caused by the streaking light was like a delayed tsunami.

It pulverized all living things and trees along the path.

The true form of the flowing light was actually an arrow.

Heading straight for Benjamin!

Benjamin was initially enjoying the siege of the Elf King.

But the demigod mage's mental power suddenly made him sense a deadly crisis.

He didn't have time to react.

His entire chest was pierced through!

The internal organs, bones, and everything else have all disappeared.

Only an empty shell remained, still connected to the five limbs!

Benjamin's eyes were filled with disbelief, but he could no longer even cough up blood.

"How is that possible?"

"Secret Treasure of the World!!"

Look in the direction the arrow came from.

A sleek and capable-looking ranger-elf demigod slowly revealed himself.

This is the strongest among the Ranger Spirits—the Hunter's Arrow.

The opponent has been holding back, waiting for the right opportunity.

He was holding a wooden bow.

The bow is crafted from the heartwood of ancient star-patterned wood, and the bow arms shimmer with a faint, luminous light, like fireflies.

Fine silver vine patterns coil and twine along the bow, without any heavy metal ridges, making the whole thing light and slender.

The bowstring is made by blending the feathers of high-flying birds with the silk of the forest, and it appears almost translucent to the naked eye.

When it trembles slightly, tiny specks of light, like fireflies, will float out.

It does not require ordinary arrows; the holder can condense a meteorite arrow by infusing it with their own spiritual power.

As the light arrows shot forth, they trailed trails of firefly-like flames, yet remained completely silent, shielding people from all perception.

Its power is enough to pierce any magical shield.

The handle bears the warm, smooth marks left by years of handling and polishing.

This is where the power and will of countless generations of wandering knights have been accumulated.

This is the world's secret treasure of the Ranger Elf race—the Firefly Longbow!

Benjamin's eyes slowly became vacant.

Finally, he fell bloodied from a great height.

Their fate is unknown!