Chapter 391： The pillars of the future of the elves!

For more than twenty hours, the fight continued until the early morning.

As the sun rises and the golden sun shines on this land, the banner of Dawn City is erected over military fortresses.

Blood and snow.

Knife and sword.

The battlefield of artillery, stone throwing, and blood flowing into the river, and the spotty flooding on this snowy field is like a beautiful picture, burned up by flames.

The ten military fortresses attacked by Dawn City were all scorching black smoke.

However, five of them have already been erected with the banner of Dawn City, and are flying in the wind.

After seeing the erected flag of dawn, most of the players sat on the ground with their butts, too lazy to move.

"Too tired, mentally."

"Yeah, this kind of continuous and unrelenting offensive battle is too abnormal. Even if you still have strength, you can't find the accuracy of the chopping."

"I slipped, I'll go to sleep after a while."

Many players who haven't died more than 6 times have also gone offline at this time.

After all, this war, which has never been rested, is too tired, and players are too lazy to ignore the moving brick task that William is posting ...

Experience matters.

But liver and life are also important.

But well.

There are 1.8 million players in Dawn, and 100,000 in the Emperor's Liver. This group of people is still accepting various tasks. They do not play until they are weak, they are not forced to go offline, they do not take the initiative to rest.

William was sitting on the head of the city at this moment, watching the corpses of soldiers piled up into the mountains, took a deep breath, raised his head on the wall, and looked at the sky with no snow or dark clouds.

At this time, his guardian Nok walked up at a sloppy pace, and he said in a deep voice: "His Royal Highness, the battle damage has been counted.

Infantry corps killed 2,145 high-level professionals and 15,390 killed mid-level professional.

Six cavalry corps killed 4302 people.

Dragon Blood Corps killed 89 people.

Seriously wounded and powerless, 8540 people. "

"21926 people?" William mumbled to himself, this death rate did not exceed his calculations, but the 100,000 people he brought from Dawn City killed a quarter of them overnight, after all, let him endure Can't help but sigh.

Especially the 8540 seriously injured people, what are the serious injuries in this age of magic?

A serious injury is a lack of arms and legs.

This is the kind that lost one's limbs and can no longer be found.

Even as long as you have your own limbs, looking for some Magisters, you can also connect their bodies together with mysteries.

His Royal Highness, however, glanced at Knock: "Let those seriously wounded soldiers return to Dawn City to heal, tell me the promise given to them, and I promise they will be reborn!"

"Yes!" Knock nodded, but he hadn't left yet.

He suddenly bit his lip and continued, "Norton is dead."

William heard a look of amazement at the news.

Norton, his relative.

Give him a guard soldier.

The prince who he sees every day when he gets up and goes out, that is, the fighter who usually follows his buttocks.

He is an unscrupulous soldier who is loyal to himself.

William stood up and patted Norton's shoulder: "I remember, is he your brother?"

"Yes, Your Highness." Knock nodded.

"This ring is for you. Take the corpses of all the soldiers in Dawn City home. This place is cold. They are not used to living." William stood on his own body and turned away slowly.

Knock bowed his head and turned away.

The general will inevitably die.

As long as the war continues, few people will survive to the end.

Nork and Norton are brothers.

This is so rare in the pure blood elves.

He didn't know how sad Nork would be, but he could not be resurrected.

The past will eventually pass.

Is William sad?

Okay.

He rubbed his nose, put his hands on the cold wall, and stared indifferently toward the orc empire in the north.

A flash of electric spark appeared in the pupil, slightly contracted, and the line of sight crossed the space.

He kept showing him the Great Black Wall 20 kilometers away.

Arrow towers.

Fortresses.

A famous orc warrior, ogre, giant, and even controlled Beamon giant, frost giant!

"I won't fight the Great Wall again." William sighed a little, he was determined to be a pioneer, and he would take the lead to win the five military forts.

In fact, there is also a reason.

He will use an absolute amount of combat skill to avoid letting his soldiers attack the black Great Wall that killed millions of elves.

He was not involved in this task, but he still knows how to avoid greater risks.

future.

The Orc Empire's legion will continue to dispatch.

As long as the elves did not win all the forts.

Then between these 18 fortresses, above the snow and grassland in the north, there will be **** battles again and again.

He, the lord, doesn't want his soldiers to die on the Black Great Wall, then he can only get enough combat power in other battlefields and use it to block some guys' mouths!

Prevent someone from staring at him, and let him take other soldiers to the Black Great Wall to die.

His battlefield.

It's a fortress.

It is the snow and grassland within 20 kilometers!

He wants his Dragon Blood Legion and Cavalry Legion to fight field battles with the Orc Legion, and strive to win a battle-hard legion BUFF.

Instead of the Great Black Wall, which looks like nature.

He is speculating.

But as long as it is human, it is selfish.

Ok.

He is not human.

He is a semi-elf, so he should be more selfish!

............

Near noon.

The three ethnic alliances dispatched 50,000 troops in five military fortresses to defend the five hard-won fortresses.

This is not a credit.

Just to stabilize the situation.

No one can take away the credit of His Royal Highness.

The chief commander of the tribal alliance, Charlie Reeve, the legendary warrior of the Snow Elves, came to the front to visit him.

Charlie Reeve is famous.

William had never heard of it in his life, but he had heard it.

The legendary commander of the Snow Elves family, a fire professional, has a unique style of sword and tactics, and has a strong record of killing two legendary strongmen of the same rank.

After all, know.

Legendary ranks, as long as they don't have to die, it's basically difficult to die.

Among the legendary ranks, if they want to kill the same ranks, they must also have certain talents and strengths beyond ordinary imagination.

Without accident.

When Charlie Reeve was young, he should also belong to the genius who possessed the appearance of the Holy One.

A temporary tent built in a military fort.

William was lying on the bed pretending to look constipated, as if he had suffered multiple injuries.

When he saw Charlie Reeve, when he got up, he coughed a lot of blood ...

"Don't worry, Your Highness Prince is now a great hero. Now that you have suffered such a serious injury, rest more.

Seeing you, I also understand from my heart that the future of the elves depends on you young people! "

Between words, Charlie Reeve also used his eyes to signal that the young men and women beside him should learn from William.

William glanced, his eyes flashed, and he almost couldn't hold back the sparks.

Because these dozens of people are not simple, all are legendary bloodlines, the Grand Master ranks, are the top young masters among the tops of the three races, and some of them are super masters with the posture of the Holy One.

More importantly.

They are not only the young people of today's Elves, but also the pillars of the future Elves!

Throw insights one by one.

Alas.

All future gangsters.

Not only is he the guy with great power, but his personal strength is also quite strong.

In fact, a fringe prince like William, who does not really integrate into the elves.

Basically, it is difficult to meet the real masters of the same level of the elves.

Because there have been rumors that even if the World Tree is destroyed, the three elves of the legendary continent still control some of the damaged spaces of the World Tree.

That's where they cultivate top talent.

Otherwise, if the geniuses of the elves are like Prince Allen killed by William, if they have legendary blood, and their combat power is just like a waste, then there is no way out.

William noticed that most of the expressions of these people were a little arrogant, but most of them showed some respect in the face of actual combat achievements.

Then His Royal Highness is naturally not the kind of person who is arrogant.

He also stood up with coughing blood, and said with a bloodless smile, "Commander Charlie Reeve's words are serious. We are all of the same age. Many brothers and sisters perform better than me. I want to learn from them. I ca n’t turn my tribe to study with me.

Especially seeing the appearance of the clan, I know that with you, our elves will defeat the orc empire. "

The group PY operation came out.

Coupled with William's pitiful appearance and handsome face, he collected a lot of favors in an instant.

Many people also laughed: "You are polite. Everyone is a genius of the Elven clan. His Highness William was called a beautiful one. I ca n’t really wait!

"Yes, our personal strength is not bad, but we really need to learn from His Highness in terms of commanding generals."

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As long as there are wise races, they will.

Charlie Reeve, the legendary big man, also looked at William with relief. Very good. If the Elves are all such young people, the future is really limitless.

It is not a dream to re-enter the prosperous mainland center.

It's just a pity.

William is not a Snow Elf ...

He raised his eyebrows thoughtfully, and said, "Humility is good, but your ability to lead a war, and the combat skills you have achieved in a day, are not erased!"

"Well, I won't stay much longer, you young people talk more." Charlie Reeve smiled and turned to leave.

William and others watched the legendary big man leave.

A dozen people in the tent looked at each other.

For a moment I didn't know what to say.

However, His Royal Highness Prince used the group PY technique again, and he smiled and said, "Everyone comes from afar, and the celebration party has not yet been held. Why not have a drink?"

"His Highness is polite, but I didn't expect to catch up with the celebration party."

"I heard that there are many good things in Dawn City, and I don't know what to eat."

Reach out not to smile at people.

According to William's identity, status, and background, even if he has half-elven blood, no one will refuse the PY thrown by such people.

And after the group PY banquet.

William looked at the mission information that jumped out.

Little Heart is really beating.

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