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The order to retreat was given quickly, but it was not easy to execute.

Humans won't just let them go.

The Magic Mercury Dragon has fully descended, and more than a dozen demigods are scattered throughout the battlefield, tightly binding the powerful elves.

It won't be easy for them to leave.

Humanity's front is also pushing forward, blocking every possible escape route.

They attempted to turn the order for the elves to retreat into the beginning of a rout.

However, the effect was not good.

This forest is so big, or rather, it's all of it.

The elves had far too many options to escape.

Once you get into the forest, you can easily shake off your pursuers by making a few turns.

Especially compared to the number of landing forces that arrived with human presence.

The elves still have a numerical advantage.

Therefore, it was quite easy for ordinary elven legions to retreat.

Most of these legions consisted of other races that had come to provide support, and the number of elves was about the same as that of humans.

This was the result of the efforts of the major elven royal courts.

Later on, more Pokémon may participate in the battle.

But at most, it won't exceed the human population.

The number of elves in the elf world is still too small.

It just means that the probability of producing strong individuals is relatively high, they live longer, and their minimum performance level is high.

The real main cannon fodder are the other races in the elven world.

Faced with these enormous numbers of all kinds of creatures.

The human side also lacked sufficient manpower to stop them.

We could only watch helplessly as they disappeared into the endless forest.

All they could do was try to entangle the fairies in front of them and prevent them from escaping as well.

Especially those second- and third-tier spirits.

They are being closely monitored.

Therefore, the Elf King's order to retreat was not executed very well.

He saw that too.

Furthermore, the Elf King himself was besieged by the three demigods, the Bronze Dragon and the other two.

The Elf King felt pressure coming from multiple directions.

The entire front faced even greater pressure after a portion of its troops were withdrawn.

Most of the elves are blocked by humans, and their retreat routes are being narrowed step by step.

Faced with this situation.

It was impossible without paying a price; a look of heartache appeared on his face.

Then he gripped the withering and flourishing scepter tightly in his hand.

The flower bud at the top of the scepter rapidly rotated between blooming and withering, as if it had been infused with some kind of urgent emotion.

The Elf King stopped moving quickly and stood still.

He plunged the end of the scepter deep into the soil beneath his feet.

In an instant, the entire battlefield began to tremble.

Starting from where the scepter was inserted, the ground rippled like water, and wherever the ripples passed, the soil churned and vegetation grew wildly.

On the open ground that had been trampled into mud by the battle, a large amount of vegetation completed the entire process from sprouting to growing into towering trees in a very short time.

Vines sprouted from the ground, spreading rapidly along the surface, wrapping around the ankles and edges of the human soldiers' shields, as if being guided and tightened by an invisible will.

Tree roots rose from the ground, forming a wall woven from giant trees and vines, growing rapidly in the direction of the human advance, changing the micro-topography of the entire area in a short time.

Some of the pursuing human soldiers were tripped by tree roots that suddenly sprang up from the ground.

The advancing troops were also blocked by the spreading vines and the constantly rising tree roots, and the formation experienced a significant gap in its formation in a short period of time.

The entire battlefield resembled a giant tree canopy, flipping upwards from the ground.

The Tree Realm has descended!!!

This was a powerful activation of the Staff of Withering and Flourishing, achieved at a great cost by the Elf King.

Even if the Scepter of Withering and Flourishing is a world-class treasure, it can only be activated a few times at such a cost.

Each time, it consumes the life force accumulated over thousands of years.

The effect is excellent.

The human alliance's pursuit was instantly cut off.

The retreating elven legions seized this opportunity, quickly passing through the forest passages separated by vines and tree roots, and disappeared into the depths of the woods.

Their pace was much faster than that of humans in the woods, like a school of fish that had finally returned to familiar waters.

They scattered in all directions at near escape speed.

And humans include even those level three and demigod powerhouses.

All of them have been affected to some extent.

Several enormous vines shot skyward, launching a suicidal attack on them.

These vines are a special species from the fairy world, possessing a life-enhancing ability that allows them to grow rapidly!

It's perfect for harassing the enemy from the rear.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the powerful elves successfully escaped the entanglement of the human demigods and fled into the forest.

Only two people were left behind.

They are the elven ranger Celt and the demigod Thunder Owl.

The Celts were surrounded by five demigods, even with the help of the Tree Realm.

For a time, they couldn't find a good opportunity to get rid of Ron and the others.

That thunder owl fared even worse.

It was stopped by the Magic Mercury Dragon.

The interference from the tree realm had no effect on this level four dragon god.

It was impossible for the demigod Lei Xiao to escape under the watchful eye of the Mercury Dragon.

Mercury Dragon caught up with it in one burst of speed.

It pinned the thunder owl to the ground with one of its claws.

No matter how much it struggled, it was no use.

Then, Mercury Dragon went even further and cruelly tore a wing off Thunder Owl's body with its mouth.

The demigod Thunder Owl let out a deafening wail.

The mournful cry echoed throughout the entire battlefield.

This cast a shadow over the retreating elves.

The Elf King, who had already withdrawn, also turned around and saw this scene.

His expression was one of grief and despair, but in the end he gritted his teeth and didn't turn back.

Because he knew that even if he went back, he wouldn't be able to rescue it from that level four dragon.

On the contrary, it will also harm itself.

So no matter how unwilling the Elf King was in his heart, or how much he resented the invaders' cruelty.

There's not much that can be done.

They could only cover their heads and run away.

But he did one last thing.

There are a total of five small fruits on the Scepter of Withering and Flourishing.

These are all accumulated over thousands of years; we've already used one.

Now he has taken off the second one.

However, he did not continue to encourage the plants to grow.

Instead, he was provoked and then slammed to the ground.

Then, all the plants on this battlefield began to evaporate water vapor.

Within a few breaths, the forest, spanning tens of thousands of square kilometers, was completely shrouded in mist.

Visibility was less than five meters, and at high altitudes, nothing could be seen at all.

Especially this fog, it's not just simple water vapor.

Even mental energy couldn't penetrate it.

It's more like a temporarily triggered field.

In any case, the coverage area of ​​the Mirror of Wind's Breath has been compressed to only one or two hundred meters.

Under the control of the Elf King.

The battlefield has changed its mode.

If the elves wanted to use the fog at this time, they could inflict a huge blow on humanity.

Unfortunately, this fog was destined not to last.

The elves had no choice but to retreat.

Some of them saw human knights scurrying around like flies on their way back.

We'll just launch a surprise attack.

Regardless of success or failure, the strategy is to strike and retreat immediately, without any protracted conflict.

This has also caused considerable losses to humanity.

According to postwar statistics, approximately 20,000 people died in the fog.

However, this was not the Elf King's ultimate goal in creating this fog.

He wanted to rescue the besieged elven ranger Celt.