Chapter 134 Youngor Is Entangled

While speaking, Younger picked up his weapon and rushed forward.

A long sword with a cold light.

"Weak dark elf, your opponent is me." A Void Wanderer stepped out of the void and showed his figure.

"Crazy." Hearing this, Younger was so angry that his withered face twisted into a knot.

No one had ever used the word "weak" to describe him. This was a contempt for him and the entire dark elf clan.

"A mere level nine extraordinary, you also want to fight across levels?"

As soon as the angry voice fell, Younger activated the talent of the elf clan and made his figure disappear out of thin air.

"In front of the void clan, your talent skills are invalid."

"Insight."

The Void Wanderer raised the scarlet bone blade in his hand and slashed it down fiercely.

"Void Blade"

Suddenly, a scarlet sword blade fell from the sky and slashed towards Younger fiercely, hitting the ground and exploding violently.

In an instant, the scarlet sword light spread around again.

The figure of Younger, who was in the instantaneous invisible state, suddenly appeared.

At this moment, his figure appeared dozens of meters away from the Void Wanderer.

His withered face was full of astonishment.

His proud racial talent was easily cracked by the enemy?

However, Younger was only stunned for a moment, and then launched his own counterattack.

Elf fighting skills--Death Slash!

In an instant, a black sword composed of black sword light fell from the sky and slashed fiercely at the Void Wanderer.

The dark sword light was filled with a terrifying pressure, and the space seemed to be torn apart by this sword light!

"Heh!" The Wanderer sneered, and his figure disappeared from the air in the next second.

However, the swarm below was not so lucky. A large number of warriors and gene protozoa died tragically under the sword light, and the sword light caused a violent explosion after landing.

The warriors and protozoa were blown upside down, foaming at the mouth, and unconscious.

Soon, a more intense battle broke out.

One was at the ninth level of the extraordinary, and the other was at the immortal realm. The difference in strength between the two was four major realms. The battle should have ended quickly, but because of the characteristics of the void wanderer.

As a result, Yager was unable to take him down.

Every time he encountered a crisis, the void wanderer would hide in the void, causing his attack to fail.

And when he wanted to kill other insect swarms, the opponent jumped out to harass him.

This feeling of being able to beat him but not being able to kill him made him extremely crazy.

The wanderer in front of him successfully restrained the strongest of the dark elves, and the other wanderers were relieved.

They showed up one after another and began to silence the elf mages on the wall.

For a time, a large number of elf mages became dumb!

The other wanderers turned into hungry wolves, rushed into the crowd and began to slaughter wantonly.

The first target was the fragile dark elf mages.

In a short while, a large number of elf mages on the wall were killed.

The elf elders were holding weapons and putting out fires everywhere, but there were too many void wanderers. Those who could beat you would fight you, and those who couldn't beat you would hide in the void, and you had no way to deal with them at all.

Not only that, there were snipers shooting from a distance.

The elders were anxious at the moment and had no idea what to do.

As time went on, more and more warriors and gene protozoa rushed to the wall.

Finally, an elder was caught by a gene protozoa and parasitized inhumanely.

This scene scared everyone on the battlefield.

"What the hell is this thing, why is it so scary?"

"What kind of existence have we provoked?"

"Where is Rogers? Send a distress signal quickly. Didn't he lead 3,000 hunters out of the camp and said he would harass the insect swarm from the side door to reduce our pressure?"

"Damn it, where did this guy die?"

"Asshole, send a distress signal quickly and let Rogers come back to rescue."

Bang~Bang~

Two blood-red magic balls flew into the air and then slowly landed.

This is the distress signal of the dark elves. One magic ball means that the situation is critical and rescue is needed, while two means that the situation is very critical and emergency rescue is needed.

......

"Lord Rogers, you are still better!"

An elf elder stood on a hillside, looking at the red magic ball that lit up in the distance, and admired sincerely!

"What do you think? Following me to leave the military camp is the most correct choice, right?" Rogers looked at the 3,000 elf hunters behind him, smiled sinisterly, and then said softly to several elders beside him.

"You all heard it. I persuaded Yager to abandon the ancient trees in the forest and move to the rear, but he refused to listen. When the Marshal blames me, you must testify for me!"

"And I didn't go back to rescue because the enemy's insects were numerous and powerful. I couldn't take my people to die in vain."

"My behavior is not called watching the dying without saving, but to preserve as many living forces as possible."

"When you..."

At this point, Rogers paused.

"That's natural." Several elders smiled awkwardly, and they all expressed their understanding.

"Lord Rogers." An elder asked curiously, "Why are you so sure that the military camp will fall?"

Rogers smiled mysteriously, "After Gasha and the elves on the front line came back, I went to find a few returning elves to ask about it."

"When they described the appearance and abilities of that group of bugs to me, I had some doubts in my heart."

"I have been fighting with my uncle since I was a child, so I naturally have a wider knowledge."

"Is it Lord Modis?" An elder interjected from the side.

Logos nodded, "Yes, it is my uncle Modis. It's a pity that after he was promoted to the True God Realm, he was sent to the virtual world and has not been heard from since."

"Otherwise... Huh!" He snorted coldly, "Youngor won't be able to be the commander of the advance army."

Rogers waved his hand and continued: "When I was young, my uncle told me about a battle in his youth. He said that the blood and cruelty of that battle left him unforgettable to this day."

"Could it be..." At this time, an elder seemed to understand something and said in shock: "Could it be?" "

"Not bad." Rogers nodded seriously, "That's it..."

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