The Rise of the Cemetery

Elf Continent, Holy City of Elf Kingdom, Silver Moon City.

The once peaceful and beautiful holy city of elves has become extremely noisy and lively at the moment.

At the foot of Toklak, a huge ancient life tree with a height of 400 meters and a trunk with a thickness of 100 meters at the bottom, there are rows of steel puppets coming out of the three huge portals lined up. In front of the portal, high-ranking mages of the mage guild floated in the air, controlling them to drive towards the edge of the city continuously with the rune sticks in their hands.

There, a super-large defensive position is being erected, turning Silvermoon City into an indestructible holy city of elves.

As the masters of this place, the elf mages are also very busy.

The magic beast crystal nucleus and magic power crystal of the running water rack were sent to the portal, and became the energy source to maintain the continuous transmission. A large number of dryads were guided to the selected location to take down deep roots, shoulder to shoulder forming an ever-extending natural city wall. And in the narrow gaps between the trees, the selected iron wire vine seeds were also planted, and the light and dexterous elf girl was hard at work watering them.

When the preparations for a certain area are completed, the elf mage will fly here, stand in the forest glade and sing crisp and sweet magic spells. Along with the green ring of the natural spell "plant growth", huge vines with the thickness of bowls drilled out of the soil, wrapped around the thick old tree like a winding python, and continued to grow upwards.

Soon, the gaps between the trees were filled tightly, and there was no more gaps to be seen.

The iron wire vine is a mutated species specially selected by the elf mages. It usually grows slowly, and it only grows about ten feet long in a year. But the internal wood fibers are as hard as iron, twisted together, it is difficult for ordinary swords to cut. Most of the vine bridges above the 100-meter-high altitude of the ancient elf trees are so stable because of the use of iron wire vines.

And at the front of the Shuren city wall, the elves planted many thorns and shrubs. These specially bred thorns have terrible thorns and paralyzing sap, which are suitable for slowing the attack of enemies in a large area.

Although the dryads had taken deep roots and could no longer move easily, they still had great strength. So the Elves brought loads of Explosives and placed them in their leafy crowns. This kind of exploding fruit is also some kind of alien species. It is as big as a washbasin and has a hard shell on the outside. It will explode after a violent impact.

However, this kind of explosion is neither a magical effect nor an alchemy potion, but is caused by some kind of mysterious gas in the explosive fruit. The exploded berries shatter and the seeds inside shoot in all directions like bullets. In the range of five to ten meters, the power of hard seeds is not inferior to human crossbow bolts.

It's a pity that the elves' minds are still too kind. If they were replaced by the guys from the Great Cemetery, I'm afraid the inside of the berries would have been replaced with corrosive acid.

On the natural city wall built by the tree spirits, a platform made of twisted thick branches will appear every ten steps, and a beautifully shaped and powerful elf ballista is placed on it. In addition to shooting ordinary crossbow bolts, these elf ballistas can also shoot infusion arrows.

Infused arrows are different from enchanted arrows. Enchanted arrows just use runes and alchemy techniques to amplify the crossbow, and add auxiliary effects such as sharpness, armor piercing, and speed to ordinary crossbows. The real lethality lies in the crossbow itself. However, the magic-infused arrow is an ancient technique left over from the elves' empire. It can infuse magical power on a specially modified crossbow, allowing it to burst out a complete natural spell the moment it hits the enemy.

Imagine that a crossbow arrow suddenly shoots into the densest area of ​​the enemy, piercing the enemy in a string and bursting out a large-area Summon Thunder or Flame Shock. Then the lethality of each crossbow arrow will immediately increase by 5 times or 10 times, especially for densely packed enemies, the attack effect will be better.

However, with the current level of magical creation in the Elf Kingdom, the magic-infused arrow can only be infused with natural spells of the third level at most. Otherwise, if the natural spells inside each infusion arrow were replaced with the 4th-level Flame Strike and the 5th-level Summon Thunderstorm, then the lethality would be comparable to a high-level elf mage's full-strength spellcasting.

Since the natural city walls are made up of treant troops, there are no gates like the human city walls at all on the entire front line. If you really need to attack, you only need to let two or three dryads pull out the deep roots again, retreat to the side, and a spacious marching channel will naturally appear.

For this life-and-death battle that concerns the entire elf kingdom, all the forest races living in the elf continent could not stay out of it, and they all sent their strongest lineup to join the elves' defense. Of course, it also includes the orcs who have been fighting and killing the elves for nearly ten thousand years.

However, considering that most of the low-level elves could not accept fighting side by side with the rude and savage orcs, the elves kingdom did not include the allied orcs in its defense system, but assigned them to the flanks of Silvermoon City and left them alone.

Therefore, in the past few days, all kinds of stingy forest races can be seen everywhere in the entire elf holy city. For example, the forest guardians and dryads who have the closest relationship with the druid group, such as the unicorn troops who are closely related to the elves, such as the self-contained jungle trolls, such as the Cyclops who have always been solitary, such as the dragon eagle , Lei Peng, Wyvern, Winged Snake, Dream Butterfly and other forest species, such as the king of the Xiaoao Forest Race, the Emerald Dragon...

But when these strong reinforcements came one by one, and then continued to pour into the defensive position under the arrangement of elf mages and druids, most of the master-level and above powerhouses in the Holy City gathered at the Tokrak Tree of Life. The top floor is here waiting for the end of the most grand natural prayer ceremony in the elf kingdom.

At this moment, nearly 50,000 beautiful elves have gathered in the upper layer of Tokrak, the holy tree of elves. These elves only participated in the natural prayer ceremony that lasted for three days and three nights after taking a bath and meditating. All the elves held hands and clustered near the natural temple on the top of the holy tree, densely packed with all the branches, vine bridges and small terraces.

They don't apply makeup and powder, but they are elegant and refined. They wear emerald green clothes woven with plant fibers and rose branches on their heads. They sang the melodious and melodious natural chant in unison, praising the greatness and tolerance of the will of nature. They were so intoxicated, like crazy, they completely forgot the existence of themselves, and merged into some illusory and mysterious will.

As their own natural power resonates with the entire forest, the rich natural power diffuses from the jungle within a radius of ten thousand miles, and silently gathers around the sacred tree, turning the natural temple into an illusory and blurred natural world. dream.

Many elf masters and druid elders gathered in the Temple of Nature, following the magic chant of the elf queen, chanting the ancient holy name of natural will in rhythmic rhythm.

In such an atmosphere of strong natural power, any praise they chanted is no less than the holy word technique, and they already have the power of vows that can be followed by words. And they have prayed and praised so devoutly for a long time, and the natural mighty power gathered is enough to break the shackles of the laws of the plane, and communicate with a certain natural ancient mysterious will.

The elven queen Gratteril, who was surrounded by the crowd, stood in a huge green beam of light, while bathing in the ocean of natural divine power, while trying to meditate on the question she most wanted to know the answer to.

As a high-ranking elf with pure blood, the elf queen Gratriel's appearance is one of the best even among the elves known for their beauty. Her slender and well-fitting perfect body, her dignified and elegant holy appearance, and her mesmerizing yet tenacious mysterious temperament made her look even more holy and pure in a silver moon sacrificial robe.

The prayer service is still going on.

Such a long prayer is not a small burden for the delicate and slender elves, so from time to time there will be weak elves fainting at the ceremony. At this time, a group of elves would fly over, carry her out, and a new elf would take her place.

Only in this way can the stability and intensity of the entire prayer ceremony be maintained.

When night falls and the stars appear, two huge moon disks hang high in the sky, one big and one small, one far and one near. The big one can almost occupy half of the sky, and the bright moonlight shines on the sacred elf forest, covering all the elves with a layer of silver coat; the small one is only the size of an egg, half hidden in the moonlight of the former, hazy, Misty, as if it was just a reflection of the former.

When the bright moonlight of the two moon discs poured down like mercury, the prayer ceremony finally came to the "high dynasty" part. The elf queen who presided over the ceremony was a silver moon elf with pure blood. When she was bathed in the moonlight, the natural force in her body was at its purest and most powerful moment.

At this time, the natural power in her body already has a faint taste of natural divine power.

Guided by this bit of natural divine power, surrounded by the devout beliefs of thousands of elves, the River of Destiny once again opened its heart slightly to her. Guided by the illusory consciousness, the majestic river of fate swiftly and unstoppably rushes through the lake of her consciousness. If you don't have enough strength, if you don't have special means, even if your mind is in harmony with the river of fate, don't even think about peeking into it.

This elf queen was just a "newcomer" who had just succeeded 1300 years ago, and she had never presided over such a grand prayer ceremony in her life. Therefore, she could only follow the description in the elven classics, stabilize her mind, and meditate on the question she wanted to ask.

Under the guidance of a deep consciousness, countless fragmented scenes of fate flashed past her eyes, and then they became unrecognizable under the torrent of fate. In such a situation where thousands of images flashed by at the stroke of a finger, Gratteril could only do her best to engrave the most critical information in her mind.

In less than half an hour, Gratteril engraved hundreds of pictures of fate that impressed her the most. But compared to it, she missed more and more pictures...

Finally, with a coquettish groan, the elf queen presiding over the prayer ceremony exhausted her last effort and lay down softly on the floor of the ceremony hall.