Little Lord's Dark Castle

Chapter 363 The Forest Engulfed by Black Mist
The boundless black is churning and surging in the forest, and the scene is strange and frightening.

If you look down from the sky at this time, you will find that the entire elf forest is shrouded in a grand black mist. There is only a small area in the center of the huge forest, which has not yet been occupied by darkness.

It took Chu Xin nearly ten hours to achieve such a result, but it was worth it. The originally strong vitality of the Elven Forest had been completely cut off, leaving only a strong vitality in the entire forest.

At this moment, only the most central elf tribe in the forest has not yet been occupied by the black mist, but it is also in danger, like a candle in the wind, and may perish in the darkness at any time.

The earthen walls summoned by the elves with spells can certainly withstand the spread of the black mist, but the quality is still not as good as the city walls built inch by inch by the dwarves. The undead will fall down as soon as they are pushed by the outside world, and it is difficult to hold on for a long time.

In the black mist, the resentful spirits are stirring the wind everywhere, controlling the black mist to gradually erode the last pure land of the elf tribe.

The unicorns of the holy light bloomed with brilliant holy light. This kind of holy light can purify all dead and evil things, but in the face of the endless black mist, they are somewhat weak.

Their number is too small, there are less than thirty holy light unicorns in the entire elf tribe, and they cannot compete with the undead plants in the entire elf forest.

What's even more frightening is that even with the purification of the holy radiance, the plants in the elf tribe began to show signs of undead. In desperation, the elves could only cut down the tree houses and big trees in the tribe.

Only at this moment did they realize that these plants were the culprits that caused the terrible black mist, but it was too late, and the entire elf forest had become a sea of ​​black mist raging.

The elves fought back angrily, but whether it was magic or arrows, they were swallowed up and out of control instantly when they entered the black mist. The whole process was like gravel entering water without splashing a single splash.

What's even more frightening is that even their perception is difficult to penetrate into the black mist.

The elf's archery has lost its transcendent perception, just like a gun in the hands of a blind man, unable to exert its power at all. On the other hand, it is not restricted by the undead.

The black mist stained them, but it had no effect on their perception and actions. The only influential members of the non-undead department, such as the golden villain, Cao Tuan, and Bing Meng, were also hiding in the deep underground at this moment.

The light of the holy light unicorns is still bright, but not as sharp as before, but anyone can see that their magic power is unsustainable and cannot last for too long.

Chu Xin decided to add fire to them. Too much time has been spent in this dungeon, and the progress must be accelerated.

Around the black mist, a large number of skeleton archers lined up and fired in salvo. Countless black arrows shot out from the black mist, and the holy light unicorns that resisted outside were unable to dodge and were hit one after another.

These arrows didn't have much lethality. When they fell on the Holy Light Unicorn, they didn't even break through their defenses, but left black spots where the arrows hit.

The cursed arrow modified by the skeleton archer is the earliest attack method to mobilize this kind of black mist energy, which can directly transmit the black mist energy to the opponent through the arrow.

Although these black spots were not big, they were very dense. The magic power of the Holy Light Unicorn suddenly became incomparably stagnant, and even the bright holy light quickly dimmed.

The magic power in the holy light unicorn's body is not much, and it is difficult to expel the black mist energy in the black spots at this moment, let alone maintain the original holy light barrier.

The Wraith of the Black Mist, which had been prepared for a long time, showed all its strength, frantically mobilized the Black Mist, and rushed towards the elf tribe in all directions.

This scene happened so fast that the elves didn't have time to react, not to mention they haven't found a perfect way to resist the black mist. They can only watch the darkness cover the entire tribe bit by bit and swallow it completely.

Darkness is coming, and the nightmare of the elves is coming!
In the black mist, their perception was infinitely reduced, and they could only barely see the situation two or three meters away with their eyesight. Farther away, it was pitch black and they couldn't see anything.

What frightened them even more was that a large area of ​​black began to appear on their bodies, and their fair skin was dyed black, falling into the black mist, as if they were invisible.

The elves crazily stimulated their own energy, but were shocked to find that the movement of energy became more and more stagnant, like concrete that was gradually drying up, and it became more and more difficult to stir until it was completely solidified.

Chu Xin was not impatient at all, and slowly waited for the energy of the black mist to ferment.

This elf tribe is not a weak opponent. There are three seven-star powerhouses alone, and a large number of high-star troops, which are far better than ordinary five-star territories.

He has to wait slowly until he maximizes the advantages of the environment, weakening the elves' flexible stature, excellent archery skills, extraordinary magic... these advantages will be infinitely weakened, and the opponent's combat ability will be reduced as much as possible .

The energy of the black mist eroded quickly. The elves below six stars had successfully changed to African nationality in a short while, and the remaining six-star elves were not much better. Only the three seven-star elves were still persisting.

The three seven-star powerhouses are left for the last, and they can slowly cut off each other's wings first.

Seeing that the time was almost up, Chu Xin finally gave the order to attack.

The ground trembled for a while, and the flat ground was suddenly torn apart. The originally dense formation of elves in the black mist was also completely dispersed by this blow.

In the thick black mist, Friday commanded the troops to hunt and kill the elves trapped in the black mist in an orderly manner, while the grass balls and ice buds in the ground were recharging their energy and recharging their energy, waiting for the final harvest.

With environmental advantages, the number of elves in the elf tribe began to shrink rapidly.

Many of their methods are restricted, and the only one they can use is one-handed close combat swordsmanship, but facing the siege of a large number of undead, it is difficult for them to fully display their exquisite swordsmanship.

Because the opponent doesn't give you a chance to play one-on-one at all. When you come up, you will be surrounded from front to back, left and right, with knives and guns, killing the target three or two times, and then rushing away to find the next target.

Even if occasionally one or two elves with outstanding combat ability can kill the opponent, overall, the elves are at a disadvantage.

These undead are proficient in fighting in battle formations. With the cooperation of each other, the lethality they exert far exceeds the simple addition of 1+1. In addition, the elves are suppressed by the environment, and it is basically difficult for them to make a decent counterattack.

Under the cover of the black mist, the death sickles came and went like the wind, and when the elves noticed their existence, it was time for the sickles to fall.

The Shadow Skull is like a ghost walking in the dark, like a ghost, the life of one elf after another is harvested by the Soul Dagger as it rises and falls.

In the darkness, the number of elves continued to drop rapidly at a not-so-slow speed.

On the battlefield, there is only a pure land around the three seven-star elves.

The seven-star elf king is very powerful, and his elf swordsmanship is superb. Any undead who gets close to him will be instantly shattered by the fire of the soul and turned into broken bones.

Elder Elf Druid has turned into a Dire Earth Bear, and he has a steady stream of physical strength when he steps on the ground. As a legal elf, he should be at a disadvantage, but after being transformed into a Dire Earth Bear, he is the strongest.

The strong defense and power made the undead who encountered him have no resistance at all, and were easily smashed into pieces.

The Pegasus Knight Captain and the Elf King had already dispersed. He led a group of Pegasus cavalry, charging wildly on the battlefield.

Relying on the familiarity of the original terrain, they didn't need eyes, they just charged back and forth along the route they remembered, and the undead blocking their charge route were killed one after another.

For the time being, Chu Xin didn't dare to show off the power of the three seven-star elves, but he didn't ignore them either.

Those undead were sent up by Chu Xin to kill them, and they lured the distance between the three of them further and further, making preparations in advance for the subsequent defeats.

The Pegasus Knight Captain lost his way after just a charge. The terrain in his memory still needs to be used as a reference. As he moved away from the elf tribe, there were only trees around him. He didn't know where he had come.

The elven druid's aging body, the dire bear's brain was also covered by the bear's brain. It was impossible for him to go back three or four kilometers away.

After leading away the other two, it doesn't make much sense whether the remaining elf kings leave or not.

The battle in the black mist continued for more than six hours, and finally gradually calmed down.

In the huge elf forest, the huge elf tribe has completely dissipated. There are more than 10,000 elves in the entire tribe, and there are only less than fifty elves left.

The Elf King and Pegasus Knight Captain each have more than 20 elves around them, while the elder Elf Druid is alone. fighting.

The most restrained thing of the black mist is vision and energy. For the strong who rely solely on physical strength, the weakening is actually limited, which is why the Elf Druid Elder is the strongest.

However, the druid's transformation is not permanent. When the duration ends, he will still change back to his original weak elf body.

"The hunting time has begun!" Chu Xin yawned, sat up, and began to seriously manipulate the little golden man.

Under the command of the golden villain, Caotuan, Bingmeng, Friday and the undead army began to gather one after another, preparing to siege and kill the last few seven-star powerhouses of the elf tribe.

(End of this chapter)