Elf Dark Insect Master

Chapter 476 Real life

This time, the wild elves attacked very quickly, and the dragon in the sky appeared first to attract attention. As a result, the sentries on the sentry towers and the patrols outside were unable to warn them immediately, neither in Yutian Village nor in Yutian Village. The defense line of both the camp here and the Miura family was quickly breached.

The number of wild elves attacking in this round was no less than 200, possibly more than 300. They were so fierce that they even suppressed the human side for a while.

However, when the camp calmed down, a small number of high-end combat forces came out with their bare hands and quickly provided support everywhere, reversing the situation.

For example, on Green Qiao's side, taking the Monarch Snake with dream characteristics as an example, several consecutive flying leaf storms not only seriously injured several wild elves, but also strengthened and amplified the power of its special energy attack to the upper limit of what the body can bear. Later, Just an ordinary magic leaf can even seriously injure opponents with resistance attributes.

It is not so much the power of the dream characteristics as it is the strengthening after strengthening.

The strengthening of elves is usually reflected in two forms. One is that skills directly strengthen their physical fitness. This type is relatively rare and requires higher physical fitness and performance. The other type is much simpler and is a simple Power amplification is just like those mages in the magical world who engraved a short-term power or energy amplitude array on their bodies, which simply amplifies the power of physical attacks or the energy level of special energy attacks.

Riyu on Wutong's watch list also has an elf that is no less powerful than a monarch snake. It is a kudzu monster, but it would be more appropriate to call it a tentacle monster. Each of its plant tentacles seems to have the power of a python. The entire The elf was also much stronger than the average kudzu monster. He suspected that it was a physical attacker that tended to focus on physical attacks.

Ten minutes later, the wild elves who had made many operations began to slowly retreat.

Some newcomers and elves who got ahead tried to catch up, but were stopped by their own people.

Wutong ignored this. He silently released Tai, the almost-baby, and let it treat his three elves. He still had enough energy left to provide treatment for other injured elves.

This time the defensive battle is not in the city, it is not a gym challenge, it is not various competitions, nor is it the usual trainer competition challenge. It is a real fight for survival. It is just a fight for those wild elves to fight for survival. They fight for their survival territory and resources, and they, humans, are retaliated by their aggression simply for their own selfish desires.

After almost all the attacking wild elves retreated with injuries, what remained inside and outside the camp were not only various types of wounded, but also a dozen elves who had died on the spot, as well as a larger number of seriously injured members. In this The medical capabilities cannot be as good as those in the pioneer camps in the Elf Center, and some of them may not last long.

Many trainers and non-trainers who had never experienced blood and fire showed various emotional expressions and actions. Wutong estimated that it might be the first time for them to see elves actually die in battle.

The expression on the face under the mask was indifferent. Wutong thought of that unicorn insect, of many unicorn insects, and of more dead elves.

Some things cannot be avoided by talking about childhood dreams and innocent memories.

The two memories are mixed together. After the flat images on pieces of paper and on the computer screen in the memory of the other world jump into vivid real life, these things will inevitably appear in front of you.

"Wutong, are you okay?"

At this time, someone suddenly came to Wutong and asked. It was not Shirou. Shirou had long known that the masked boy he brought out was a ruthless and cruel boy.

"Thanks, I'm fine, but you look pale... There are still a lot of things to do, don't think too much."

Wutong looked at the person next to him. He was an ordinary-looking fifteen-year-old boy with short stature. He had brown hair and brown eyes. His name was Hitoshi. He was a forest ranger from a small city near Route 1 between Zhenxin Town and Joban City. He was a fellow ranger whom he met while having dinner on a boat.

While on the boat, Wutong didn't deliberately get to know other people because of his headache, and he seemed to respond a little coldly to some people who took the initiative to say hello. As a result, only Renzhi was not taken seriously by other rangers, and even some Ignore, he simply ignored the others. Instead, he took the initiative to chat with Wutong during the next few meals. He talked a bit too much, so he was probably not a bad person.

But at this time, Renzhi's face was as pale as Wutong said. It was obvious that some of the elf corpses with bloody wounds and bloody wounds gave him a great psychological impact.

Wutong was helpless about this. Rather than saying that Renzhi came to comfort him, it was better to say that he came to seek comfort and wanted to reduce the physical and psychological impact he suffered by chatting with him.

"Well... I've seen elves die before, but it's not as intense as this time." Renzhi heard the calmness of Wutong's voice, and felt a little strange. He quickly used his weapon again, trying to use words to prove that he was not that cowardly.

"I'm okay. I worked in a hospital before, so I'm more or less used to this kind of situation." Wutong didn't laugh at him, and kindly made up another experience for himself.

On the contrary, at this time and in this environment, the blood and all kinds of energy around him and the smell of war and blood and fire left by the explosion made him feel a rare sense of real existence. Not only did he not feel much discomfort, but his mind became much clearer and he felt The beauty of truly living, even the air that is a physical shock to others, feels a little sweeter.

Everyone's personality is different. Wutong felt that if he were thrown into the truly beautiful world like a fairy tale that had been beautified in his childhood memories, he would not be able to live, because it would feel too false. No matter how beautiful it is, it would still be like living in In an illusory box world made up by others.

It was the smell of blood and fire and the threat of death that made him feel that he had truly had a new life and was living in a real world. In this real world, once he died, everything would be over. The story will fade away, so that all his actions and efforts will have meaning, not just a little puppet in the world of fairy tales.

The new people were greatly shocked, and the old people quickly started cleaning up the work, including cleaning up the corpses, treating the wounded, rebuilding the camp's defense measures, etc., and continuing to send patrols to patrol the surroundings without interruption to prevent the wild elves from raiding again.

Lu Qiao and Riyu, with ugly faces, and Cangying and others went to the largest room here again to continue the unfinished meeting, but this meeting will definitely take much longer than originally scheduled.

Wutong's headache symptoms have only been alleviated, and he is too lazy to think too much about it. He cleaned up the follow-up injuries on his body and the elves, and went to take a nap to rest.