Elven cultivators

Roman sheathed his axe and stood still, his full chest heaving as he gasped for breath.

Sweat dripped down her chin, splashing onto the scorched ground and leaving tiny water stains.

She glanced down at the corpse on the ground, then turned to look at Eleanor.

The two looked at each other but said nothing.

But the corners of their mouths turned up slightly in unison.

It was a tacit understanding that needed no words.

It is the trust and familiarity that has been honed little by little through countless training sessions side by side and the long years we have spent together.

On the ridge, Grant remained silent for a long time before slowly exhaling.

"Lightning element detonated from within," he said in a low voice, his tone filled with undisguised surprise, "and the seed was planted at the very beginning of the battle, waiting for the right moment to trigger."

He turned to Alicia, "Have you ever seen this kind of tactic before?"

Alicia shook her head.

Although her expression remained calm, the turmoil in her eyes betrayed the turbulent emotions she was experiencing.

The spell is injected into the enemy's body without being detected, using the enemy's life force and magic to nourish and grow stronger. As long as enough time is delayed, it can be fully unleashed.

This tactic is practically a killer move designed specifically for the weak to defeat the strong.

Despite the drawback of needing time to ferment, the spell's powerful force and unpredictable nature make this minor flaw easily overlooked.

If used properly, it can turn the tide of battle at crucial moments.

Just like the situation right now.

That dragonborn governor probably never understood how he lost until his very last breath.

"I'm getting more and more curious about Anton now," Grant grinned.

The governor's death came without warning.

One moment he was still launching a fierce attack, the next he was bursting with lightning, and a shrill scream tore through the air above the battlefield.

Once everyone's attention was drawn to it, what they saw was Roman's axe blade coming down.

Five swift and decisive blows.

When the charred corpse crashed to the ground, the entire battlefield seemed to fall silent for a moment.

Both sides, friend and foe, were taken aback at this moment.

To everyone's surprise, the first to decide the winner was the duo of Roman and Eleanor.

Even in the midst of a fierce battle, the members of the Fallen Dragon Society, including Sieg, couldn't help but be taken aback.

They knew that the younger generation of the Silvermoon Clan was quite strong, but they never expected that these two elven girls would be the first to break the deadlock in this high-level battle.

Anton once killed a peak Gold Saint without awakening the power of the laws.

Now, the Silvermoon Clan has once again achieved the same feat.

Although the two of them working together couldn't compare to Anton working alone, it was still quite amazing.

The clan leaders, regaining their senses, all showed expressions of surprise and delight.

The elves' morale soared immediately.

On the other hand, the atmosphere in Longcheng was completely different.

The remaining five consuls changed their expressions almost simultaneously, immediately realizing that something was wrong.

As expected, after killing their opponents Roman and Eleanor, they didn't even catch their breath before charging relentlessly towards Hector.

Hector was already at a disadvantage in his battle with Cedric, and now with two more opponents, he was in grave danger under the siege of the three elves.

Crack!

Eleanor raised her hand and tossed two fruits off the branch at the same time.

A frost storm, transformed into a deep blue, swept towards Hector, carrying countless sharp ice crystals.

The other transformed into a vibrant green vine, bursting forth from the ground and coiling around his ankle like a venomous snake.

A thin layer of frost instantly condensed on his body, inevitably slowing his movements for a moment.

That instant was fatal.

Roman had already rushed close, lightning crackling on his Thunderstrike Axe, the blade slashing down at Hector with a muffled thunderous roar.

Hector instinctively parried with his sword.

boom!

The force was like a mountain collapsing, and the lightning was like a snake biting.

The moment the axe blade clashed with the sword, lightning exploded from the point of contact, spreading along the sword to Hector's arm, causing his muscles to spasm uncontrollably.

The lingering chill of the frost combined with the paralysis from the lightning, making his movements increasingly stiff.

Cedric seized the opportunity to close in, sweeping his longsword horizontally, unleashing the immense, solid power of the blade onto Hector's side.

The sound of scales shattering was clearly audible.

Hector grunted and flew through the air, crashing heavily to the ground and rolling several times before finally regaining his balance.

He struggled to his feet, his face contorted, his vertical pupils filled with fear and despair.

The governor no longer possessed the confidence and assurance he had shown in the command post not long ago; all that remained was fear and regret.

If given another chance, he would rather risk being killed by the city lord than propose launching a general offensive again.

Unfortunately, there's no going back.

Hector looked up and saw three figures rushing toward him.

They attacked from three sides, cutting off all his escape routes.

"No……"

Hector opened his eyes wide and raised his weapon to parry.

Before he could finish speaking, three attacks landed simultaneously.

Cedric's longsword arrived first, its tip piercing his wrist. The power of the sword exploded within his bones, and the crushing force shattered his wrist bones into countless fragments from the inside.

The moment the longsword flew from his hand, Roman's lightning axe struck his shoulder, and lightning surged in like a tidal wave, utterly destroying the remaining life force.

Eleanor's icy light struck his face.

The chill seeped into the brain through the seven orifices, spreading along the nerves to the depths of the brain, freezing the last trace of consciousness.

Hector's pupils dilated rapidly.

On that scaly face, a deep sense of terror, despair, and resentment was frozen in time.

Another consul has died.

This time, everyone saw it clearly.

The morale of the Silvermoon Clan is soaring.

The elven guards who were fighting the dragonborn officers seemed to be infused with boundless power, their attacks becoming increasingly fierce, forcing their opponents to retreat step by step.

The members of the Meteor Dragon Society were also greatly encouraged.

Vaughn's three heads roared, their expressions filled with excitement, as they frantically swung their weapons at the enemy, as if they were insane.

Meanwhile, Dragon City was completely silent.

The deaths of Drake and Hector struck the hearts of all the Dragonborn like a heavy hammer.

The faces of the pure-blooded dragonborn officers were drained of color, their vertical pupils filled with fear and bewilderment.

Morale had plummeted, and panic was spreading like wildfire among the crowd.

Even the four consuls looked extremely grim at this moment.

All they could do at that moment was to attack their opponents even more desperately, hoping to defeat them as soon as possible so they could support their comrades.

Unfortunately, it was all in vain.

Using Roman and Eleanor's victories as a starting point, the Silvermoon Clan quickly expanded their advantage.

After killing Hector, Cedric and the two elven girls quickly turned to Walter and joined forces with the Second Elder to besiege the dragonborn governor.

Under the combined attack of the four, even though Walto's agility was characterized by speed, he gradually found himself struggling to defend himself.

Defeat was only a matter of time.

The balance of power on the battlefield has completely tipped.

Seeing that the situation was beyond repair, the four consuls quickly lost their will to fight and instead tried to extricate themselves.

They frantically channeled the power of the laws, attempting to break free from their opponent's entanglement and escape.

But how could the Silvermoon Clan and the Fallen Dragon Society possibly let this opportunity pass?

They intensified their offensive, even at the cost of casualties, determined not to give the enemy the slightest chance to escape.

Aurelion gritted his teeth and unleashed the power of the rock, tearing apart the thorns in front of him with a single claw, attempting to escape.

But more thorns surged in from all directions, layer upon layer, binding him tightly.

The Law of Thorns is indeed quite effective in terms of entanglement and binding.

Especially in the hands of a user like the Grand Elder, who has been immersed in this art for hundreds of years, the restraining power of this law has been brought to its extreme.

"Damn it!"

Orion was filled with shock and anger.

He never imagined things would develop to this point.

Before the battle, their chances of winning were almost 100%, but who would have thought that after the actual fight, they couldn't even gain the upper hand.

Even so, when the battle was at a stalemate, he never thought that his side would lose.

However, the situation took a sharp turn for the worse because of the two elven girls.

He still can't figure out how those two elven girls managed to win.

Although Orion was reluctant to admit it, at this moment, a sense of fear arose deep within him.

It felt as if ice water was poured over my head, and the chill spread from my spine to every part of my body.

For the first time, he felt death was so close.

He hadn't experienced this feeling in centuries.

"I can't die here..."

Orion gritted his teeth inwardly.

Of course, he still has a trump card up his sleeve.

The item that the city lord gave him was originally intended to deal with Anton, who posed the greatest threat.

Who would have thought that before Anton even showed up, they were already on the verge of defeat.

But at this moment, he couldn't care less about anything else.

If he doesn't get away now, he'll die here today.

Leaving here alive is the most important thing right now.

If you're dead, how can you think about the future?

Aurelion's expression shifted for a moment, then he gritted his teeth and a fierce glint flashed in his eyes.

With a slight thought, his mental energy transformed into fine threads that touched the dimensional ring on his index finger, ready to reveal his trump card.

But the next moment, Aurelion suddenly stopped, turned his head in surprise, and looked toward the Thousand Rocks with a look of doubt and uncertainty.

Others also did the same thing.

At that moment, all the gold-ranked warriors and spellcasters on the battlefield suddenly sensed something and slowed down their movements in unison, turning their heads to look in the direction of Thousand Rock Hills.

In their perception, a vast and profound energy fluctuation emanated from afar.

It was like a wind blowing from a great distance, silently brushing over everyone's soul, causing everyone's mind to tremble involuntarily.

That was a resonance from the very depths of life's origin.

It is a sign that some power beyond ordinary cognition is awakening.

On the ridge, Grant suddenly turned his head to look towards the Thousand Rocks, his eyes flashing with a sharp light.

"The Laws Manifest!"