.Chuanhui, there was no sound in the village. All the dark elves looked at the old elf who was already lying flat on the ground in disbelief. It seemed that just a few days ago, the old man said something to him with a smile, but now he has been lying on the ground and turned into a cold corpse.

"Well, the old guy died? Could it be that he was scared to death by my news?"

In the formation of the white elves, the white elves sitting on the tree stump slowly stood up and looked at the dark elves village in front of them, with a funny look on their faces, "It's convenient now. Even the elders of the village have died first, so we seem to be able to save a lot of effort."

The elf holding a red staff standing beside him also chuckled, "If I read correctly, the trusted elder seems to be a human. Could it be that the dark elves have fallen to this point? Even the candidate for an elder is unable to be found, but he wants one. Humans are still "I was shocked by the news that the old man was completely captured by his queen before his death."

The two of them laughed loudly at the same time, and some white elves surrounding the nearby also made mocking laughs at the same time.

"Elder!"

With a heart-wrenching shout, Sartre rushed over from the edge of the village, "Boom. Sartre knelt down softly, looking at the elder's eyes, and was confused.

The "elder" seemed to want to reach out to touch the elder's body, but in the end, Sartre took back his trembling fingers. Sartre buried his head deeply and started crying silently.

"Sartre, stand up, now. Your tribe needs you, and we "must leave immediately."

Gently, one hand was placed on Robben's arm that wanted to pull Sartre up, Su gently shook his head at Robben, "If I remember correctly, Sartre" is the elder's son!"

Robben was slightly stunned. Unexpectedly, these two elves who seemed to have many conflicting elves. But they were father and son.

Looking at Sartre, who was lying beside the elder in great pain but was forced to stop crying, Robben felt uncomfortable, "Let's do it yourself."

The voice was also a little heavy, and Robben blessed himself with amplification magic.

"My friends. I know you are very sad, but now I hope you can listen to me to something. Now, the enemy is staring at us outside the village, waiting for us to exhaust our strength to destroy us without any effort. We have no strength to collide with them head-on. We have only one dead end to stay here. Our top priority is to leave here immediately."

Robben's voice echoed in the ears of every dark elf. However, no one gave even a slight response.

"My friends. I hope you can recognize the facts. If we stick to the death, we will only be overthrown."

"Robben, don't say it anymore."

Sartre had slowly stood up, with tears on his face on his face, and looked at Robben with a little firm determination, "We will not leave here. We were born here and lived here. Even if we die, we must die here. We will not go anywhere else. Just like my father, in the end, we will also sleep here forever."

Sartre slowly pulled out his short blade with sadness in his eyes.

"Sartre! Sent to death for nothing is the stupidest thing, that has no value, you

"I have already made it clear." Sartre interrupted Robben with a polite voice, "As our friends, I have to advise you now to leave, the white elves have not surrounded this village yet. You have no reason to die here. We are particularly grateful for your previous help. Now. Leave." If possible, I hope we can meet again, my friend, "humans who can summon the soul of the oak tree."

Sartre smiled softly and walked slowly by Robben.

"etc!"

Robben suddenly stretched out his hand and stopped Sartre, "Now. I am speaking as an elf elder, as your guide. I ask you, I ask you, and I ask you, and now leave here with me immediately. We go to other villages for help. We should not die here."

Rimoto shouted somewhat excitedly.

"Oh? Do you want to run? It's true that humans are so cunning. Unlike these despicable dark elves, they only know how to die!"

He threw the half-eating fruit on the ground. A few harsh slightest flashed in the eyes of the white elf sitting on the wooden stake. "Every forward and prepare for attack. As long as the person who supported the shield evacuated, start attacking immediately!"

"yes!"

The female elf around him should be immediately.

"But, Your Excellency, since they are about to run away, are we going to join us now? Turning around and taking a step, the female elf holding the red staff returned.

"Salary casualties! casualties! I don't want to repeat this question anymore. If they escape, we are chasing them, and if they join forces, they are attacking them. Many people died yesterday, and I don't want to see more people losing! Her Majesty the Queen sent so many people to make me better win, rather than countless casualties. Do you understand?

The male white elf roared with a few irritation.

"Yes, I understand, I'll do it now." The female white elf nodded in fear and admitted her mistake, turned around and left to pass the order.

"Everyone is a fool, and it's useless except for its attractive face!"

After snorting coldly, the white elf turned his cold eyes to the village again, "No matter what you do, this time, I have to collect my debts well. I cannot afford to lose money yesterday's losses, and I cannot afford Her Majesty the Queen's punishment!"

Looking at the branch standing in front of him, the branch that was still in his father's hand just now, Sartre's expression seemed to be a little more sad.

"Robbon, for thousands of years, you are the first person I have heard of and seen with my own eyes that can summon the soul of the oak tree. I know that my father recognizes you, and the souls of our ancestors also recognize you Zhangong, and you Bijing is a human being. Even if you are holding the skeleton hand skills, I am afraid of Cheng, but you still cannot become the elder of our elves. Now, leave this cane, my friends, it's time for you to leave!"

In the calm words, with a hint of pain, Sartre's hand slowly grabbed Robben's cane.

"Not necessarily!"

Turning around gently, Sartre's hand grabbed the sky, and a few traces of light flashed in Robben's eyes.

"Who stipulates that if you are not an elves, you cannot be an elves elder. Now, I am the heir personally recognized by the previous elder, and the elder's cane is also in my hands. Why do you say that I am not an elves elder in this village now?"

Luo Ju's eyes widened and glared at Sartre with confidence.

Of course, Robben was tough on the surface, but in fact he had no clue in his heart. As for whether the elf elder must be a elves to inherit, Robben naturally didn't know even more,"

But now there is no other way. Apart from the identity of the elder, Robben no longer has any capital to urge these elves. If he wants to take these elves away, even if it is Lai, Robben will rely on his title as the elder.

Sartre was obviously stunned.

This stunned Robben was happy in his heart. He turned his head slightly. Robben looked at Su with a little inquiring gaze. Su was slightly surprised and immediately understood, and quickly nodded slightly, with a little joy on his face.

Robben is even more confident!

"Sartre, the elders should have all the conditions. I have them, and everything is what you have seen with your own eyes. Now, I hope you will obey my opinions and leave here immediately. We will leave now and get up and rush to the next village for shelter! Let's leave now!"

Robben looked at Sartre very seriously. The cane was held in front of Robbenping, and he looked at Sartre like Shangfang's sword. Robben understood that Sartre must be very prestigious as the village chief. If he didn't gain Sartre's approval first, he would not want to take any elf away today.

"Robben, you are our friend. I don't want to conflict with you, but I also want you to understand the position of the elder in our hearts. My father has just left us. I don't want to see someone who is eager to use this right worthy of respect!"

Sartre's voice was a little cold, and his fingers holding the short blade were beating from time to time.

"I also hope you understand that I am sure of the identity of the elder now, and my request is not too much. I want you to survive and live for the dark elves tomorrow, but I am not using any rights!" Robben directly looked at Sartre's gaze without any permission.

"Humans, are you worried about the fate of our dark elves?" Sartre's tone was somewhat mocking.

"Sartre, I am an outsider. Maybe I am not qualified to talk about these things, but an old man's request before his death. Since I agree, I must do it!"

Sartre's eyes were slightly confused

"Sartre, it's the elder, it's your father! He asked me to promise to take you away. He knew that his life was about to end, but he didn't want you to die here in vain. Before he died, he asked me to "take you away. He asked me to let you live!"

"My father?" Sartre's tone was a little loose, and he looked at the old man who was already lying peacefully on the ground.

"Elder Sartre told me that the dark elves have died too many tribe members. We can no longer afford such endless death losses. Every day, countless warriors have died in battle on the battlefield, and then countless warriors have committed suicide in grief and anger, and countless tribe members. Just like you, they die in vain under such circumstances."

Robben's voice was filled with a hint of pain, "The white elves are growing all the time, and we are weakened all the time and died in the war, but more are meaningless sacrifices. You die for the persistence in your heart and the glory in your heart. But have you ever thought for your compatriots that maybe tomorrow, tomorrow, you can save the life of a compatriot, but today, you have died for yourself, and your compatriots will be massacred tomorrow."

Robben's tone began to become a little excited, "Have you ever really thought about your compatriots? Have you ever really thought about the Dark Elf clan, when you were shouting the glory of the elves, have you ever thought about leaving your life to do something more meaningful for the Dark Elf clan than to die!?"

He raised his hand and Robben pointed his finger at Sartre, "Sartre! What is your glory in your heart? Is it death? There is a saying among us humans: Sometimes, when you live, you need to play more courage than death! Have you ever thought of abandoning the shameful sense of honor in your heart for the prosperity of the entire race, endure humiliation and suffering, and stand up when the Dark Elf clan really needs you the most and contribute to the entire elves?" Robben's tone was already beginning to rebuke.

Sartre was a little silent when Robben said it. It seemed that when the Internet wanted to defend something, Robben had already blocked his words back, "Sartre! Death! Everyone will be a lowly beast. If it is unhappy, it can die if it can't be able to think about it! There is nothing good to appreciate. It has no value to say it solemnly."

"Sartre, this is a kind of cowardice. You are pressing deeper suffering on your own compatriots. But you will only seek death like beasts! You are the sinners of the Dark Elf clan!"

Robben's last words hit Sartre hard in his heart.

"If you hope that your compatriots will still be alive tomorrow, if you hope that the Dark Elf clan will have a bright future tomorrow, and there will still be tough Dark Elf warriors fighting for the Dark Elf clan tomorrow, please put away your cheap shame, "Leave with me!" Su was very nervous, his fingers couldn't help but tremble slowly, and he kept cooking at Roben Zhu's eyes, but Roben said quickly without hesitation. Now, there may be two situations. One is that Sartre suddenly awakened and agreed with Roben's opinion, while the other is the worst one. Roben's words are very unceremonious. If some words are pointed at the tip of his nose, it is like insulting them. If Sartre suddenly starts to hurt someone, it is not impossible, and it is a big possibility.

Sartre's face was red and white, his eyes were glaring at Robben and his fingers holding two short blades were trembling like nerves.

"Sartre, you die here, and the elder's soul will not rest in peace."

Quietly deal with each other  ,

"Well" Why did you suddenly feel that this human is a little troublesome? Are you ready to attack? The male elf, who is the commander, frowned slightly at the village in front of you.

In addition to the village chief, Robben's amplification magic blessed to make the elves in the entire village hear his words, also clearly spread his voice here.

"Your Excellency, you are all ready, and everyone's mental power has almost recovered. As long as you order, we will immediately start a large-scale coverage attack. In my opinion, even if someone supports this magic cover, it is not difficult for us to break it!"

"Yeah, not bad."

The male white elf pulled his head and nodded slightly, "Remember, when attacking, kill me the human who had been calling in it for a long time. This sounds extremely annoying."

"Yes! Your Excellency."

Perhaps Robben's words touched Sartre, or perhaps the last sentence worked. In short, Sartre's constant trembling fingers finally calmed down, and his eyes looking at Robben gradually returned to normal.

"Robben, I hope my decision is right today, and for this, we will bear humiliation. We will become a dark elf who escapes in the face of battle, and we will face everyone's accusations."

"Sartre! As long as you test the Diao Xin Dark Elf has a future, there will be one day when those who have accused you will call you a hero."

"I hope so!"

He looked at Robben deeply, then at the elder lying on the ground, "Father, forgive us. We don't have time to find an oak tree for you, but we will live, may you rest in peace!"

Looking at the elder for the last glance, Sartre turned around and took steps.

"Elf, fellow citizens! Have you heard our words? I will now begin to convey the elder's orders. The elder and I ask you at the same time, and order you to leave this village with us and go to the next gathering point of dark elves to seek shelter, and we! Leave immediately!"

Sartre's amplified magic spread his loud voice throughout the village!

Roben looked at the elves who were maintaining the magic shield in the village with great nervousness. Although he finally convinced Sartre, if these elves were still stubborn, Roben would really have no time to convince them one by one. Outside the village, the white elves had slowly pushed up. They were completely in a posture of attacking at any time.

One "two" and three" more and more dark elves began to gather around Sartre, and Robben finally gave him a breath.

All the dark elves had a heavy face and inputted the last spiritual power into the magic defense array in the village and came to Sartre's side.

"You guys, stay with me, and put the defensive formation for a while to gain some time for the others. Everyone else should leave here immediately, hurry up."

Sartre also knew that time was tight, so he quickly issued an order. With a wave of his hand, he had already clicked more than a dozen dark elves and rushed towards the defensive formation beside the village again.

The dozen or so dark elves who were clicked were not afraid, but instead felt excited and turned around and followed Sartre in a hurry!
To be continued...