Reverse Resurrection Blue Buff of Global Gods

Song Qingshu's face was livid. He was completely defeated by Wang Shuang's shamelessness and shamelessness, so he wanted to teach these stubborn guys a profound lesson.

He waved his arms and shouted enthusiastically, "Aishnia, the time has come to show the bravery of our Teldrassil elves, let this group of dishonest gray mist dwarves be buried here!"

Aishiniya's delicate body nimbly avoided the attack of the dwarf's sledgehammer. She looked up to the sky, her beautiful eyes bloomed with bright light, raised the bow and arrow in her hand, and responded with a fanatical shout: "As you wish, my master, the dark night

Lord of!"

"Compatriots from Teldrassil, the time has come to show our bravery and fearlessness. Let these dwarves from the Gray Mist Mountains be buried here forever!"

She raised her arms and shouted, making a declaration of fearless killing, and finally shouted fervently:

"For Teldrassil!"

"For Teldrassil!"

The night elves fighting with the dwarves raised their arms and cheered, and issued a declaration of war enthusiastically.

The charge formation formed by the dwarves and the attack front of the night elves collided together, like two fierce torrents, setting off a shocking wave.

Fearless of sacrifice and pain, this group of night elves who came to the Dark Night Forest performed a show of fearlessness and bravery to the audience on the viewing platform. They were obviously strong and flexible, but at that moment, they completely gave up this advantage.

Use a life-for-life style of play to fight with the dwarves.

The magic bow in Aishinya's hand fired death arrows one after another. Almost no dwarf could escape this terrifying magic attack.

"No……"

Wang Shuang was stunned by Aishiniya's terrifying arrow skills, "Who is she? It is impossible for ordinary soldiers to have such a stunt. It is simply impossible..."

The killing continues!

The dwarves kept falling into a pool of blood, and they paid the price with blood for their stupidity; but at the same time, the night elves, who were not dominant in numbers, including the old, weak, women, and children, began to die.

Usually a night elf is surrounded by five or six dwarves. Although they are flexible and have superb martial arts skills, they cannot hold up against the overwhelming number of dwarves.

Even so, not a single night elf escaped. Just as their leader declared, they would use the Teldrassil method to defeat the stupid dwarves on a frontal battlefield.

This bloody battle lasted for a long time, and it was not until night came that the battle was almost over.

The entire plain was shrouded in a terrifying atmosphere. The corpses of dwarves and night elves were everywhere, and the land was dyed red with blood.

Of the 600+ dwarves, less than a dozen could stand at this time, and every one of them looked at the graceful figure in the center of the battlefield with fear.

As for the night elves, who numbered less than 200, there were only less than 10 people left at this time, and each of them was injured, but they were still standing tenaciously.

Aishinya clenched the slender jade fingers of the Shadow Bow, dripping with blood, but she didn't feel it. Two hideous and terrifying knife marks were exposed on her abdomen, and the blood had already dyed her cloak red.

Even though she was so seriously injured, she still maintained the elegance and nobility in her bones. She slightly raised her sexy and charming chin, clenched the blood-stained dagger, pointed at the lingering dwarf, and said with a haughty smile: "I, Aishnia, said

, this will be the burial ground for you dwarfs. And are you ready for the head-laying ceremony?"

At this moment, the dwarves looked at the corpses of countless compatriots trampled under the feet of Aishnia, but no one dared to express any contempt or anger. All they had was a strong and frightening fear. They were really attracted by these elves from the dark night forest.

Scared.

Even if there are more than 600 pigs, let you chop them down, I'm afraid you will have to chop them until you become weak, not to mention they are not pigs? But these night elves, all of them are clearly at the end of the war, but there is a kind of terror of one against ten thousand.

The momentum made them really scared.

"General, leave the remaining stupid dwarves to us!" Aishinia's compatriots said with concern to Aishinia. Although they were also seriously injured, they could not stop their desire to protect their leader.

"In the previous battle, I want to tell these stupid short men and the gods behind them that I, the warrior of Teldrassil, have never been afraid of frontal combat, and have never lacked the consciousness of sacrifice and the determination to care about glory.

"

Aishinya shook his head, the corners of his moist mouth turned upward, and said elegantly and slightly arrogantly: "And now, I want them to execute them in the special way of us Teldrassil people! Because only in this way can we die.

Compatriots, their souls can be comforted."

She looked around and saw her compatriots dying tragically one by one under the siege of the dwarves. A deep sadness and sorrow appeared on her delicate and beautiful cheeks.

"Hunt! Hunt! Hunt!"

"hunting……"

The night elves who were still alive were shouting enthusiastically.

Hunting is an ancient tradition from the night elves in Teldrassil.

"No, let's run away... They are devils, they are devils..." The dwarves remembered the ancient tradition from the dark night forest, broke down and shouted, turned around and ran away.

"Stupid dwarf!"

Aishinya jumped lightly, turned into a black shadow in mid-air, and chased after the dwarves.

"puff!"

A dwarf who was running for his life covered his throat and fell down.

"puff!"

The second dwarf fell again.

…

The horrific killings, as well as the dwarves screaming for mercy, made everyone in the viewing platform, including the students and parents, as well as the school's senior officials, feel chills. They were attacked by the tribe of Class 2 students, who were fierce, vigorous, and...

He was completely stunned by his noble spirit of fearless sacrifice.

"No, no...I don't want to die..."

The dwarves were on the run, begging desperately for mercy, but to no avail.

"Stop, stop quickly...I surrender, I surrender..."

Wang Shuang yelled in panic and begged Song Qingshu for mercy. He finally couldn't bear it anymore. He was so shocked by the fearlessness and bravery of the night elves and their bravery that was not afraid of sacrifice that his scalp went numb.

Even when the battle was approaching, he could not imagine why a group of high-level tribesmen would be so devoted to Song Qingshu, a weak scholar. Even if they gave up the advantages that the night elves were proud of, they would have to fight the dwarves head-on. Even for this

It would make most of the night elves' compatriots sacrifice their lives.

No one can figure it out!

"Brother Qian, isn't this kid too evil?" Xiaopang was frightened by the fierce battle below and was so frightened that cold sweat broke out from his back. He secretly poked Zhao Qianye's arm and asked in a trembling voice.

Until this moment, there were thousands of spectators on the viewing platform, all still immersed in the tragic battle in which the night elves fearlessly sacrificed their lives.

Zhao Qianye sighed, "I'm afraid everyone present is curious about what charm our classmate Song Qingshu has that makes a group of arrogant and elegant high-level creatures so willing to die!"

This tough battle really made Song Qingshu and his subordinates famous. The proud night elves used their lives and blood to perfectly explain how the glory of the gods they believed in cannot be tarnished.

"Please stop, I really surrender!" Wang Shuang looked at the remaining men under his command, running away being chased by the night elves, and begged for mercy in tears.